The fun's started without you

Entering the room, you're greeted with an entertaining sight. Reg is lying on the dining table, his hands squeezing April's firm, impossibly round butt as she rides him. As her breasts sway past his face, you see him bite into her nipple, grinding it gently between his teeth as she cries out. Her outburst is somewhat muffled, though, since Kevin's kneeling on the table in front of her, up to his balls in her mouth. Miles, the tallest of the group, is standing off to one side, groping April's free breast as she jacks him off rapidly.

In the midst of all this, April's friend Gina sits at the crowded (and luckily quite sturdy) table, sipping her tea. As you watch the show, you notice that the layers of cum you left on April earlier are being shaken off by all this excitement, dribbling all over the table and the surrounding area. Gina isn't spared of the collateral damage; there are drops of your seed scattered all over her face and top, and you even spot one blob floating around in her tea.

"Oh, April, did you want to go to the spa next weekend?" Gina suddenly asks, turning her gaze to her friend who's currently being screwed six ways from Sunday. In response, April mumbles out a completely incoherent string of words mixed with the gagging noises of being deepthroated, but to your surprise, Gina responds with a nod. "Of course we'll get the deluxe package," she affirms, apparently having had understood her cocksucking friend perfectly. Has she simply become so used to talking to her friend while she's being used that she can understand muffled mid-blowjob speech like that? Thinking about it, you imagine this would have to be common—if women couldn't talk and understand one another even with cocks rammed down their throats, the world wouldn't be very efficient. Gina brings up another question to which April garbles another incomprehensible response as Kevin's balls slap against her lips. You're quickly becoming turned on by how she's carrying out a casual conversation while being used so heavily, and you decide it's time to act.

Not wanting to be left out of this, you quickly drop your pants, climbing up onto the table. You crouch over April's rear end, your hands replacing Reg's as you squeeze her cheeks together. Rubbing your hard length between them, you decide that Eric in the other room has the right idea. Lining yourself up with your slut's last remaining hole, you slowly push inside her anus. Her moans grow louder and she arcs her back, presenting her perfectly-sculpted ass to you as you **** yourself deeper.

You continue in this way for several minutes, reaming April mercilessly from all angles as she continues discussing things with Gina, muffled voice and light laughter mixed with the sounds of her moaning and the collective slapping of flesh going on in the room. At some point during this ****, Kevin shoots his load in her mouth and pulls out, allowing her a quick moment to breathe.

"Oh, Gina, don't worry about that's. It's jusmmnphfmmnhn..." April begins before she's quickly cut off by another cock being stuffed down her throat. Kevin has switched places with Miles, allowing him a turn with her fat pink lips and tight throat.

Moments after the switch, Eric and Cindy walk in. Eric’s joined his partner in nudity, his semi-erect cock glazed with cum, the remainder of which you can see dripping down from between Cindy’s cheeks.

As she hangs back, leaning heavily on the door-frame, Eric walks up to the table and joins the rough gang-bang, taking April’s free hand and placing it on his recovering member. You glance around at the five of you, all surrounding this woman, filling her every hole as two innocent bystanders simply relax, one of them looking on indifferently while the other is engaged in active discussion with your target. It doesn’t take long for the sights and sensations to drive you to the edge, and you can see that your coworkers are beginning to feel the same way.

Pulling yourself from the tight warmth of her ass, you motion for your friends to do the same. They oblige, joining you in stepping down from the table as they stroke their fully-erect shafts. You reach out and grab April, flipping her onto her back. She’s panting heavily, round tits heaving up and down. Every orifice, along with both hands, is slick with your, and her, fluids.

Looking up at you and your friends, she smiles wearily. “You boys look like you’re almost ready to hose me down. Make sure to let it all out, okay?” she says, licking her full lips in anticipation. You’re all more than happy to oblige, crowding around the table and jacking off over her as she reaches up and presses her breasts together, forming an attractive target. One by one you let loose, most of the group aiming for her rack, coating it in layer after layer of cum as she squirms and moans softly. After pumping one rope of semen across her nipples, Reg aims higher, blowing the rest across her still-smiling face. You move away from the crowd as well, climbing back onto the table to shoot your cum onto her wet pussy. You make a complete mess of her crotch and thighs before pressing your throbbing tip inside her, letting out the last few bursts inside.

As you feel your seed pumping out and splashing against her insides, you can’t help but wonder how pregnancy works in this world; it can’t be the same as back home, or else every big-breasted woman would be perpetually knocked up. That subject is going to have to wait for a different time, though; you’re far too busy enjoying the moment.

Pulling out once again, you look over April’s soiled body, her porn-star figure dripping with the combined loads of five young men. It’s about as messy as you expected; she sits up unsteadily, your cum pooling around her and dripping onto the dining table. Your cohorts are already on their way out, milling about and getting dressed. You stay with your toy a moment, sitting on the edge of the table as you admire her exhausted, disheveled beauty.

“I hope you had fun, dear,” she says, turning towards you. “You and your friends really gave it to me…I haven’t been fucked like that in days.”

"I can attest to that," Gina chimes in with a smile. "At that Mexican restaurant, right? Where every waiter in the building decided to use you at the same time? That was a riot. Well, at least their cum didn't taste weird on the food."

Her words make you imagine the scene—a large group of men using her friend as she eats. You can easily picture their cum getting all over Gina's food, but the way she worded it made it seem like she didn't even mind...you can venture a guess that even though she isn't a D-cup whore, with all the sex going on in this world, she probably doesn't care much if some semen misfires and lands on her food or her body.

You nod back to April, still watching the semen running down her body, sticking in blobs to her curvy features. Suddenly, you get an idea. Turning to Cindy, still standing in the doorway, you catch her eye. “Why don’t you get over here and help this poor bimbo?" you ask, beckoning her closer. She smiles and climbs onto the table with you, her heels clattering on the floor as she kicks them off. You take her by the shoulder and push her gently towards April. She understands your wishes, immediately bringing the older woman into an embrace. Cindy lays April back on the table, straddling her as she kisses her cum-coated lips and presses her body down onto hers. Every inch of their skin is sliding and pushing against each other, your sticky load spreading across their pussies as your friends’ form stringy globs between their rubbing breasts.

Hearing approaching footsteps, you tear your eyes away from the wonderful sight. All of your coworkers have already lost interest and left, leaving the three of you alone on the table. That’s where Michael finds you as he walks in, not giving you more than a glance as he moves over to the fridge.

“You’re still keeping Mom to yourself, right?” he asks, hidden by the door as he rummages around.

“Yeah, sure am,” you reply, watching as April and Cindy grind against each other passionately, their pussy lips parting, allowing more of your cum to move inside. “I’ve got another slut that you can use, though. I hope you don’t mind that I got her kinda sticky…”

Closing the fridge, he walks over to inspect the writhing pile on the table, a carton of orange juice in his hand. As he admires Cindy’s thrusting ass, he untwists the top, drinking directly from the container. His mother sees this from the corner of her eye, breaking off her kiss.

“Michael, how many times? Use a glass, dear,” she says, a few ropes of cum still hanging from Cindy’s mouth to hers.

“Sorry, Mom,” he says, closing the carton and placing it on the kitchen counter. “Mind if I borrow your friend here?”

She smiles at her son as Cindy moves off her, even more semen dripping between their parting bodies. “John says it’s okay, so please use her lots, baby. I wouldn’t want you going without a cum-dump for…hmm...” She turns back to you. “How long were you planning on keeping me, sweetheart?”