White Dawn

The first few rays of morning sun begin to leak into the master bedroom, falling across William's face... But that's not the only thing that wakes him up, nor is sunlight the only thing warming his cheek.

...Glch... Glch... Mmghlgh... Glph...

Still exhausted from the hormone-heavy evening and the short sleep that followed, William cracks his eyes open... Only to receive a splash of spit and pre-cum.

After rubbing his wet eye, he finally manages to get a visual on the source: Jason is straddling his prone wife, ramming his cock into Patricia's throat--And not getting very far. Most of the meaty member hangs above them, just the tip and a few extra inches sliding between the MILF's distended lips. Try as he might, Jason can't **** his cock any deeper from this position: the geometry doesn't work. It's like trying to **** a wide train down a tight tunnel that turns too sharply.

"Ugh... C'mon," the boy grunts, pulling her into a new position. Patricia seems even less awake than her husband, eyes half-lidded as she shuffles to the edge of the bed. Jason's hand guides her down, and soon she's on her back with her head hanging off the side of the mattress, feet propped up on her husband.

"Let's see if you can--Hnngh... Y-yeah, that's better..." Jason lets out a growl of pleasure as he rams his cock down Patricia's throat. Her neck bulges, her back arches, and a shiver runs through her from head to toe. With every inch he forces into her gullet, her legs tremble more forcefully against William's ribs.

"H-hey," the man stammers, sitting up a little. "What... You can't..."

"Huh? Oh, hey," Jason says, sparing him a glance before reaching down and placing a hand on Patricia's throat. Stroking it slowly, he adds a little extra stimulation to his thrusts. "Morning, Will."

"Wh-what... What the fuck are you doing to my wife?"

Hearing that profanity, Patricia lets out a tiny grunt of protest at her husband... But Jason doesn't pull out to let her speak, opting to defend himself instead:

"I'm draining my balls, like we talked about."

"B-but this is--You're supposed to look at her and m-masturbate! Not... Not put your--"

"That's exactly what I'm doing, Will. I'm looking..." He gives one of her huge, bouncing tits a squeeze. "...And I'm masturbating." His other hand grips her throat just a little bit tighter, jacking himself off through her flesh.

"I... I don't think... That doesn't seem right, but..." William says, but the anger is slowly leaving his voice. I suppose if this is what we agreed to, then... Well... But is she even OKAY? Can she breathe? "Are you sure that position is... Um..."

"You're right... It's not working. Not fast enough," Jason replies, picking up the pace a little. "I need to blow my load soon, or it could be really bad for me."

"Oh--Oh, well, that's... You'd better stop, and--And try something else, then?"

"Tempting," Jason says with a smirk, his eyes flickering up to Patricia's spread legs. "...But it's too late to turn back now. I don't think I could unsheathe this bad boy if I tried. I just need some more pressure... Something to help get all that thick, backed-up seed out of my balls and into this cumdump, huh?"

"Hey, you shouldn't call her--"

"Come here." His tone suddenly turns serious, and after a moment's silence he repeats: "Come here, Will."

A shiver running up his spine, the man cclambers out f bed. "Um, where--"

Jason reaches out, grabs William's shoulder, and forces him to his knees--Not that it takes much effort, given how sleepy and shaken the man is. Soon William finds his face level with his wife's spit-speckled face, the girthy cock plowing into it... And the grapefruit-sized balls that are slapping against her forehead with each stroke.

"Help your wife out, Will. Just a little massage, to get things moving."

"I--I don't understand--"

"C'mon, it's basic physics. You're not dumb, are you?" Jason sighs, propping a leg up on the bed beside Patricia. That gives William an even better view of the huge, pulsing nuts that are battering his wife's face: he can even see a thin trickle of her spit dripping off one fleshy globe. "My cum is too thick, so it's getting stuck. If you squeeze 'em a little, help them pump out their payload... Well, I'll be out of your wife's throat much, much faster."

"I... Um..." William clears his throat, staring at the boy's fat, bouncing balls like a deer in headlights. "...D-do I h-have to?"

"Well, I need to bust, and your wife needs to breathe, so... You do the math," Jason replies.

Nodding slowly, William reaches out and cups the younger man's testicles in his hands. First one, then the other... Each one filling his palm--And burning-hot to the touch.

"Th-they're so warm--"

"Working overtime," Jason says cheerfully, picking up the pace a little. Another wad of spit an pre-cum lands on William's leg with a splat. "C'mon, get squeezing. Not too hard, not too soft... Just enough to push my jizz a little higher, so my--Ungh, that's it--Fuck!"

The very moment William's fingers begin applying some pressure, the balls jump and churn of their own accord. Bulging tubes nearly as big as his thumb are visibly contracting, and there's even a quiet gurgle as Jason's hot, thick baby-batter surges upward--

--And then a much louder gurgling as his cock begins spewing its payload, deep inside the woman--

--Followed by an even louder gurgle as she chokes it down, swallowing again and again, her undulating throat pulling rope after rope out of the boy's obscene member.

...Glch... Glch... Glch... His balls continue to pulse.

...Fghpht... Ghpht... Flghlph... His cock continues to pump.

...Gmph... Mph... Glch... Her throat continues to spasm.

"That's it--Keep workin' them--Guuuh," Jason moans. He places a hand on each one of Patricia's breasts, pulling himself forward and over her body... Both feet leaving the floor as he balances balls-deep atop the woman's face.

William's hand is still on his nuts, squeezing them, milking them... And eventually, the gooey ropes begin to thin out. Trembling like a leaf, the man looks around the fleshy globes he's fondling and locks eyes with his wife.

Her eyes are open, sure, but nobody's home. She stares right through her husband for a moment, then her pupil rolls back--Just as a violent tremble runs through her body. She lets out a muffled moan into Jason's still-leaking cock, and her legs jump up a little, thighs slapping together.

Did she just... Cum?

Before that horrifying notion can sink into William's mind, though, things quickly get even messier.

Jason leans back, his feet returning to the floor with a thud. Then he puts his hands on Patricia's neck and begins to extract himself... Backing up, step by step, his thick, glistening meat sliding out of the MILF's body until it falls heavily--

Spluurghphgh--SPLAT. As soon as there's room, a cascade of pressurized jizz begins to spurt from Patricia's lips. Jason's retreating cockhead is followed by a waterfall of drool and cum, which flows down her face and begins to form a slimy pool on the bedroom floor.

Patricia alternates between swallowing and coughing--Some of Jason's creamy load headed for her stomach, and some for her recently-redone flooring. She does her best to ensure that most of it remains inside her, though, and soon the taste becomes too much to handle:

"Mmmgh! Mmm!" Another orgasm hits her, and this time she has the strength to act upon it. Her thighs squeeze together and a hand flies between her legs, stroking frantically at her clit to prolong the cum-induced euphoria.

"You can take your hand off my nuts now," Jason chuckles, still breathing heavily. As soon as William's hand jumps away, he hoists his member up onto Patricia's bare breasts, smothering her face with his ballsack. "Lick 'em clean, would you?"

A look of horror on his face, William slowly leans forward, sticks out his tongue, and--

"Hah! I'm talking to your wife," Jason says, copping another feel of Patricia's tits as he drags his balls overtop her open mouth. "Good initiative, though. You're a really great host." He's beginning to rub his still-softening cock with her soft breasts, cleaning off some of the gunk. "Thanks, man."

"You're welcome," William says automatically, before cringing. N-no, that's not--This is wrong. All of this is--

"Might as well go back to sleep. It's still pretty early," Jason continues. "I'm just gonna finish cleaning up, then I'll get out of your hair. Seeya later, okay?"

William mumbles a reply and crawls beneath the sheets, relieved to be given an excuse to turn his back and ignore the horror show that's playing out on the other side of the bed.

He soon falls asleep to the soft, rhythmic sound of his wife's slurping. He's out like a light within minutes... And as soon as Jason leaves, the oxytocin-drunk and oxygen-deprived Patricia curls up and joins him in slumber.