Mallory, Entry

You slowly, slowly, pushed into Mallory, feeling that she was wet and tight and welcoming, the glans of your cock getting swallowed up by her cunt.

“Like that, my pet?” you asked.

“More, please, Sir,” she panted. “More! Slut-sister Sabrina is teasing me so bad by licking all around my clit hood without touching it, and all I want is to be full of your cock.”

You ground into her deeper, sliding almost halfway in, feeling her squeeze her cunt around you. She was easily as tight as Gemma, your back-of-the-mind worry that her maturity or experience might have left her a little looser being proven false. She felt amazing, as as you reached back around her to grab her other breast, you grunted and speared the rest of your cock into her in one hard thrust.

“Oh!” Mallory grunted. And then she came, her body freezing up for one heartbeat as her head drifted lower, and then she exhaled heavily and sucked in a breath through her nose. “Oh, sir,” she groaned. “That was- I’m sorry I didn’t ask, sir. A good pet asks if she can come.”

“You’re forgiven,” you said, grinning to yourself as you remained buried inside her. “This time. Next time you’ll be punished.”

“And I would deserve it, sir,” she agreed, looking over her shoulder at you as the words were submissive, but your connection through her eyes confirmed to her that you meant it in a fun way, and she confirmed that she would enjoy that.

“Now, my MILF fucktoy,” you said. “It’s time to put you to use.”

You pulled out, feeling her cunt gripping on as she intentionally squeezed you, and then you slammed back into her as she let out an exhaled grunt and then a moan. You did it again, slowly, and then sped it up. You let go of her tits and grabbed her arms, holding her at the elbows to counter-balance as she leaned forward so she could push her ass back at you, and you pulled back to keep her from falling forward.

Slowing briefly, you looked over Mallory’s shoulder to Gemma. “I think you’re free to do whatever you’d like to our MILF’s tits and mouth now, love,” you said.

“Mmm,” Gemma hummed with a grin as you started fucking again. “Part of me is tempted to break out the toys already, but I think this first one…” Gemma came forward again and leaned in out of your view, but by the way Mallory gasped and moaned you assumed Gemma had started sucking on her tits.

Mallory’s back didn’t show her natural build as much as Sabrina’s slender form did and was more like Gemma’s as you followed the line of the MILFs spine down with your eyes to her tailbone. Her skin wasn’t perfect and flawless either, dotted with freckles that had become more prominent as she’d aged. Still smooth and beautiful, but you kept seeing little things that reminded you that this wasn’t Gemma, or even Becks, that you were fucking. Mallory was going on twice your age. You were fucking a woman with a daughter around your age.

And, judging by her gasps and the soft squelching that was coming from down below in between the claps of her ass against your hips, you were doing a pretty good job at it.

You let go of one of her arms briefly to clap your hand down on the side of her ass cheek on an outstroke, making Mallory moan, and instead of taking her arm back in your grip you slid that hand up from her neck to wreath your fingers in her blonde hair right at her scalp, holding her tightly and pulling her head back.

“How’s it feel to get fucked by a man half your age, Mallory?” you asked. “To get used by someone who would be more appropriate for your daughter? To be on display and tasted by a throuple who want to fuck you, and give you a taste of all our lust, because we think you’re a fucking sexy woman and delight that you want to be our whore for the afternoon?”

“So good, sir,” Mallory gasped, groaning in her throat. “God, my pussy- fuck, you can fuck, sir! God, it feels so good. And your slut’s lips on my clit… and Mistress pulling on my nipples… Mmmm, I haven’t felt like this in decades.”

“Are you going to come again, my little fuckhole MILF?” you asked.

“I am, sir,” she gasped. “Fuck, please may I come?”

“No,” you said. “Good MILFs should be able to hold it until their Sir allows it.”

She nodded, or tried to except for your hand holding her head back, and gasped again. You redoubled your efforts, pounding into her mercilessly, using your hips to try and change the angle slightly and hit other parts of her cunt. She hiccuped.

Gemma stood up and grabbed her face, kissing Mallory hard, then leaned back and slapped Mallory’s tit on the side hard enough for you to hear the distinct clap of it. Mallory jerked and moaned, and Gemma did it again on the other tit. “Hold it, Mally-MILF,” she chided. “Don’t you disappoint Sir.”

“I won’t,” Mallory sobbed softly. “I’m- fuck, I’m holding it. Sabrina, please- unnngh- just ease up a little.”

“Suck hard, baby,” you ordered Sabrina, then looked at Gemma. “Pull those nipples of hers, love.”

Mallory almost screamed, the sound gurgling in her throat, and you drove deep into her and pulled her back so her ass was mashed to your hips and her shoulder to your chest. You pressed your lips to her ear and whispered. “You may come.”

Mallory groaned and you almost lost your load into her as her body tensed over and over in rapid succession, then she released a loud exhalation of breath and her knees went weak, forcing you to catch her before she fell down onto Sabrina. You hefted Mallory up completely, Sabrina scrambling out of the way, and you walked her the two steps to the bed and laid her on it face down, her ass still up in the air and her cunt still clinging to your cock. You thrust into her rapidly, leaning over her and hugging her gently, and she moaned and her cunt fluttered as she looked to the side to make eye contact with you, her eyes dreamy. She exhaled another long grunt.

“Ooh, she squirted,” Sabrina grinned.

“Gemma, love,” you said. “On the bed, on your back.”

Gemma jumped onto the bed next to you and Mallory, spreading her legs, and you pulled out of Mallory. Your cock was red and angry, ready to blow, and was slick with Mallory’s juices. You positioned yourself and fucked your cock into your girlfriend, only making it about halfway in before you lost control of your own orgasm and groaned heavily, unleashing long waves of cum as she moaned happily and groped her tits. You were holding her thighs tightly, pumping your cock into her with each wave of release, until you were spent and pulled out of her with a moan.

“Fuck, that was a big one,” Gemma moaned.

“Pet,” you said, giving Mallory a half-hearted spank. Her head lifted as she blinked back to conscious thought. “Time for a snack.” You directed her attention to Gemma’s pussy, already starting to leak the pearly mixture of your load and her juices.

“Eat me, Mallory,” Gemma ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Mallory said, blinking once and shaking her head as she started to smile. “Yes, Mistress.” She shifted over, her legs having regained their strength, and lowered her mouth to Gemma’s pussy.

You, meanwhile, with one hand palming Mallory’s ass, turned to Sabrina who was still sitting on the ground, watching impatiently and touching herself. “Come here, baby,” you said, motioning to your cock. “Get me clean, and then it’s your turn for some attention.”

Sabrina grinned and crawled toward you, letting her tongue fall out of her mouth like an eager puppy.

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