<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Idle Hands Inc. <strong>Tags:</strong> Andi, soon-to-be Mommy and Sarah, unsuspecting Mummy</em></span></span><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/10081886/740full-sean-teale.jpg)</div>I feel nothing. An hour ago, I was freaking out. A minute ago, I was cumming hard. But now I am peace itself. It is a state of being most envied, I hear. There are monks who train their entire lifetimes in order to achieve a second's worth of this nirvana. Clearly no one told them all it took was rabid sex with two women after hours at a massage parlour.<br/><br/>Of course, shortcuts always come with a price and no sooner does half a smile drift across my lips that I am yanked out of the reverie.<br/><br/>"<strong>What're you doing?</strong>" The exclamation slips out, unfiltered. I didn't even have the chance to disguise my voice. And so into a veritable tsunami of emotions - shock the most prominent among them - falls panic. Will mummy figure out whose cum she had worn on her body? And if she does, will she forgive me?<br/><br/>In the course of seconds, I savour pure contentment and suffer crippling fear. The whiplash rips me apart, duly. Or is it the fact that she and Andi essentially say spent cock be damned, and dive back in for seconds?<strong>"Oh Jesus, no. Stop. it's too much</strong>" It is true that I am young and therefore more virile than men more appropriate but I am also inexperienced. Being sexually active does not equal competence and a someone who has only recently understood the nuances in unclasping a bra cannot go all night long.with deliciously feral cougars.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/746920461787766785/o907hN9y_400x400.jpg)</div>"<strong>Goddamn it, please</strong>..." That time the unholy mix of pleasure and pain takes the liberty of contorting my voice and I hope this new gruff tone sows enough doubt in mummy's mind. It will be a few months before I understand hearing a man squirm for them tends to mess with the faculties of even the strongest of women and so diminish their chances of accomplishing simple tasks like identifying sound.<br/><br/>In much the same way, it is impossible for a dick not to grow hard when being persuaded by a couple of lithe tongues. The sensation of it is nothing short of brutal. I had squirted my balls out and yet with each unrelenting caress and unforgiving stroke I am made aware of the bottomless pit inside me that needs fulfilling. As if on auto-pilot, I reach into both of your hair, long, luscious curls meant to catch the sunshine, not be used as leverage in a double blowjob. "<strong>Fuck</strong>..." I gasp as the realisation hits me. I'm 19 years old and I've already got two whores who can't get enough of me. "<strong>Yes</strong>..." I hiss, now thrusting myself into your mouths, soon reaching the very back of yoru throats. "<strong>You wanted it</strong>," the glee is hard to hide, "<strong>now fucking take it.</strong><br/><br/>"<strong>Oh just like that. And suck on my balls. There's two of you, be good and share. Oh God, yes. Sarah, I want you sucking just the tip. Do it. Do it, you dirty whore, and Andi, you tease that sack for me. Show me how much you love cock. Show me that you're a horny little cunt too.</strong>"