A shower of precum

‘O shit,’ said Kamil, with feeling, as he turned to look at Lea, who posed for his benefit, one of her legs thrust forwards, her right hand placed on her right hip, presenting her astounding body for his viewing pleasure in the most effective way possible. The slutty expression, her eyes narrowing and her face forming a smouldering pout completed the gesture.

Seconds earlier, Kamil had been clobbering Seri’s tight asshole with his enormous log of hard cock and indeed Seri’s formerly puckered ring was now widely expanded to an alarming girth, solely to accommodate the monstrous length that was entrenched in her rectal passage, fat veins pulsing all around the iron hard rod, which convulsed and flexed in an almost muscular fashion as it hung out of Lea’s boobed mother’s asshole.

The gorgeous milf’s perfect derriere that was pushed up in front of him no longer commanded any of Kamil’s attention, however, and indeed Seri as a person didn’t really seem to either, much to the disappointment of the big-titted cougar. Seri had heard her daughter confidently, and with a drippingly slutty tone in her voice, ask what Kamil thought of her outfit and at that point something had changed. For one thing, she was no longer getting mercilessly reamed in the ass with the absurdly long teenage fuckpole, although she could still feel the massive schlong so deep in her bowels it was almost detectable between her lungs. Seri looked over her shoulder, behind her at the young stableboy stud that had his cock in his ass, eager to see what the hold-up was.

His face looked vacant of expression, and there was even a curious laxity that manifested itself in the way he carried his body. Whereas a couple of seconds ago he had been rigid, muscles pumped as he vigorously fucked her in her gleaming, tanned, bombshell booty, he seemed to have gone a little limp as he stood gaping at Lea. Not that his cock was limp in the slightest, she conceded, the rock-hard pussy missile still penetrating her tightest hole, the huge girth of the vein-ridged shaft separating her luscious buns and spreading the chunky, curvaceous ass-cheeks from each other.

Nonetheless, Kamil was gaping at Lea, and he moved slowly, almost robotically, turning towards his new girlfriend as if mesmerised, which, in a way, he was. Slowly, his cock retreated from Seri’s asshole as he changed his position from behind her, and as much as she tried to clench her rectal muscles to keep the much-prized megacock that currently harpooned her juicy bubble-butt from evacuating her asshole, the meaty length took a very long, lugubrious time to slide from her anal tunnel and slip out, the fat, spongy, bell-shaped business end finally appearing from her rosebud sphincter with a deep ‘SPLOT’ sound.

Seri gasped as her asshole suddenly felt vacant and empty, gaping a little as if in accompaniment to the way that Kamil’s mouth still hung open, before the tight orifice, though well-fucked, closed back into its rosebud shape, gluey, transparent ropes of precum leaking out of it nonetheless.

As Kamil’s dick emerged from Seri’s ass, the stiff rod jounced and sprang from side to side as a consequence of the sudden release of pressure, before reverberating to a stop and pointing out straight in front of him, the thick, drooling rod coming to point at Lea like a megaboobed teenage slut seeking missile.

‘Well, stud,’ said Lea, reinvigorating her pose, since it had seemingly had taken the dumbstruck Kamil so long to extract his huge member from her mother’s asshole and turn to face her properly, ‘what do you think?’

She was wearing the slender black g-string from before which had been retrieved from having been glued to Seri’ shoulder blades with a thick burst of Kami’s precum, and it transpired that the garment was a good deal smaller than it had originally looked, the thin strand of material seemingly just wide enough to cover her slit but to leave a good amount of her gleaming pussy lips exposed either side of it. The g-string had three thin straps going over her hips, and Kamil could see the way that the spacing of these small strands of material were spaced as they encompassed her bursting booty behind her.

Lea’s entire midriff was completely bare allowing Kamil to once again appreciate how trim and slender her waist was and how neat, tight and sculptured her stomach muscles were, the perfect arrangement of her abs supremely flat and compressed. She was wearing a skintight top made out of a black shiny material. Even though the garment was extremely tight it didn’t cover the entirety of her bobs, and Kamil could see the gleaming undersides of her perfectly formed globes jutting out of her chest and expanding the lower edge of material at what was obviously the limit of its capacities. The top went over only one of Lea’s shoulders, her left, and its most noticeable feature was a stylish slash in the centre of the fabric which opened up the middle of the flesh of her bronzed cleavage, so that the exploding, spherical contours of the curved inside of her busty orbs could be seen. As a further provocation, two letters had been embossed on the left and right of the garment, a silver C on the material that was bulged out by her right boob, a K that was on her left.

The obvious implication was the round shapes presented by the bulging of her enormous hooters were representative of two O’s.

Kamil just had time to take this in properly, as well as to notice the beautiful and extremely stylish gleaming black leather shoes which were a complicated and fetching arrangement of studded straps which would part of the way up her slender shins, with gold-coloured platform soles and six inch heels. Black leather fingerless gloves completed the outfit.

‘It’s supposed to say “cock.”’ Lea explained, giving Kamil a searingly hot look, ‘which, after you, is the thing I love most in the fucking world, stud.’

Kamil did nothing but gape. A thin strand of drool started to fall from the corner of his mouth.

‘I think I’ll wear this all day today as I do my chores around the inn…’

Kamil’s cock suddenly erupted, without him touching it, in a spray of translucent fluid that spurted in a long, connected rope, literally like a hosepipe, into a gigantic arc that went way over Lea’s head, in to the air, over the three-story tavern behind her and presumably into the street of the town behind that.

Lea had looked smouldering but now she looked shocked as well. Her eyes bulged out of her head, looking at Kamil. Seri was the only one who actually craned her head backwards to watch the spurt spray over the inn.

‘Fuck me,’ said Seri, even as Kamil’s incredible hosing spray of precum kept going, arching over the house in an uninterrupted line. At this point the spray lost a little pressure, and the jet started to lessen in severity. The hosing plume of cum could be seen to be splattering against the slate roof of the tavern, where the sticky fluid slid downwards and was sluiced off by the guttering, and then further down, so that Kamil’s precum sprayed against the side of the house, the high velocity jet audible as it thumped off the bricks. All the way down the side of the house Kamil’s sticky issue drew a gleaming line, until it diminished to such a velocity that the gooey rope, without any attempt by the stableboy to direct it, landed with a sticky splat upon Lea’s hair, drenching her black tresses, the slick, hot, gooey fluid pasting a wet line down her body until Kamil’s monstercock contented itself with hosing precum onto the ground at her feet, which, after a few second, became wet and sloppy mud.

In due course, even that seemed to stop, leaving Kamil gasping, exhausted and drained, a long rope of precum joining the tip of his cock to the ground.

Lea was looking at Kamil with a mixture of awe and love.

It took Seri to break the silence.

‘What?’ the huge-titted brunette said, with an exaggerated display of feigned nonchalance, ‘all that and you didn’t cum?’