The fun and surprises continue at Christine and Tracey's afterparty.
12:01 PM “Oh my god! You guys were so amazing!” Christine exclaims, cradling Aaron in her arms as the two couples lie side by side together in the sweat drenched, sperm splattered bed. “I’m proud of you, dude…you lasted longer than I did…!” J.J. congratulates his younger cousin. “Not by much, dude…” Aaron admits modestly; he’s proud that he edged out J.J. in endurance, but he doesn’t want to rub it in. “You were pretty wonderful yourself, J.J. baby!” Tracey assures her stud, snuggling herself in his arms. The two happy couples lie together in silence for the next few minutes, basking in the afterglow of copulation while watching the continuing New Year’s festivities on TV; it’s Aaron who finally breaks the silence again. “Dude, we probably should get going…” the younger stud reminds his cousin. “You don’t have to go…you guys can stay here and sleep with us!” Christine offers. “Well, we told my mom that we’d be crashing at our friend Adam’s place, and…” Aaron starts to explain, but J.J. cuts him off. “Dude, it’s too late to hit Adam up. No way are his parents gonna be cool with us going over there to crash at this hour…” “But we can’t go back to my house; my parents will ask too many questions!” Aaron replies. “Then it’s settled! You guys are staying with us!” Christine announces happily. “You know, Christine, if they’re going to stay with us for the rest of the night, I can think of better things for us to do than sleep!” Tracey now says. “You got that right, Tray!” Christine agrees eagerly. “I’m up for it!” J.J. agrees. “I don’t know about Aaron, though…it’s way past his bedtime!” “I already proved that I can last as long as you can, dude…even longer!” Aaron quickly reminds his cousin, eagerly accepting the challenge of an all-night fuck session with the two insatiable MILFs. Blessed with the sexual stamina that is Nature’s gift to teenage boys, it isn’t very long before both studs find themselves fully erect again and ready for another round of lovemaking…
12:16 PM Christine spreads her legs wide, and Aaron lowers himself on top of her; sliding his rigid tool into her, he starts to thrust. As Aaron quickly finds his carnal rhythm and Christine starts to moan, J.J. inserts his stiffened pecker into Tracey and starts hammering away at her pussy. Soon, both studs are working up a sweat as they once again synchronize their thrusts, slamming into their partners, pelvis to pelvis, with machine like precision, showing the same skill and proficiency with deep thrusting mish as they did with doggy. Having already ejaculated twice tonight, the teens have built up their endurance, and are still pounding away well past the five minute mark. Neither stud is even close to orgasm, but they’re hitting just the right spot on their respective partners; Christine lets out a loud, piercing moan as an orgasm rocks her body, while Tracey wails in ecstasy as two orgasms plow into her, one after another. “Oh my god! You’re such a stud!” Tracey gasps, looking up at grunting, sweat soaked J.J. as he systematically pummels her pussy with his piston like hip thrusts. “This one’s a stud, too, Tray!” Christine exclaims breathlessly, her hands gripping Aaron’s hairy ass cheeks as he punishes her love slot with hammerlike thrusting. “Wanna swap? So we can try both of them out?” Tracey suggests. “Great idea, Tray! C’mon guys…time to switch!” Christine calls out. Both studs slam a few more quick thrusts into their respective partners and then pull out, their rigid, throbbing tools pointing at the ceiling and slathered with pussy juice. The two sweaty teens, panting for breath, fumble past each other as they switch partners; J.J. shoves his tool into Christine’s pussy and begins to thrust while Aaron slides his fuck stick into a giggling Tracey and starts smashing her love slot with steady, even strokes. Soon, both MILFs are crying out in ecstasy again as the interchangeable stud cousins hammer them into multiple climaxes; grunting loudly, and pouring sweat, the two teens keep pounding away, the pressure in their balls building steadily…
12:27 PM “You…gonna…cum…dude…?” J.J. gasps out as he continues to pound Christine; he’s determined not to give up his load first this time. “You…first…dude….” Aaron replies breathlessly. The teen studs have now lasted for more than 10 minutes of steady pussy plowing. “Oh my god! These guys are machines!” Tracey cries out, looking up in amazement at 15 year old Aaron as he hammers her with steady, rapid thrusting. “Machines with big dicks!” Christine moans in response as J.J. smashes her into another orgasm with his 8 inch pussywrecker. Finally, Aaron can endure no longer. The stud lets out a gasp as his balls convulse, spewing his man sludge into Tracey’s pussy. “Oh yeah, baby! Yeah!” Tracey moans, joining him in climax as the genetic slime of yet another teenage boy is blasted deep into her babymaker. With a groan, Aaron pulls his cum oozing tool out of the MILF and flops down on his back next to her. Sweating heavily and panting, he looks up at the ceiling and listens to the animal like grunting of J.J. and the moaning of Christine as they continue their horizontal love dance; he can feel the mattress jounce and quiver with each one of his cousin’s hammer like hip thrusts. Tracey snuggles herself up against him, whispering fervent words of lust in his ear; she then raises her head to watch J.J. plow her friend. “Yeah, J.J.! Fuck that pussy!” she calls out, cheering the 16 year old stud on as Christine lets out a loud orgasmic moan; she’s just achieved another climax and J.J. still shows no signs of giving up his load…
12:30 PM “Dude, you’re an animal!” Aaron calls out as his cousin still pounds away at Christine. “Go, J.J.! Woohoo!” Tracey shouts with all the fervor of a high school cheerleader. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” Christine moans, as the stud hammers her into another orgasm. J.J. just grunts in response; with the sweat rolling off of him, he’s determined to teach Aaron a lesson in endurance. Finally, after almost 15 minutes of intensive pussy pounding, the stud’s nuts convulse spasmodically and his tool begins to spew. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he gasps loudly, feeling lightheaded as his ejaculatory spasms forcefully wrench thick globs of sperm out of his balls and send them hurtling into the furthest reaches of Christine’s love box. “Oh my god!” Christine moans as she joins him in climax; “Yay! Woohoo!” Tracey cheers, as the stud’s tool continues to spurt…
12:35 AM Both couples wait for the brief recovery time that the two teens will need before being ready to start another round. Suddenly, Christine sits up in bed with a start. “What’s wrong, Christine?” asks an alarmed Tracey, sitting up in turn. “Yeah, what’s up?” Aaron echoes her; J.J., still in a post ejaculatory daze, just grunts. “I heard something downstairs! In the living room!” Christine whispers in a panicked voice. “Are you sure?” Tracey asks, now lowering her own voice to a whisper. “Yes! I KNOW I heard something down there!” Christine replies. “Hopefully it’s not Bill…” Tracey says, trying not to giggle at the idea. “It can’t be him…I’d better go downstairs to see what it is!” Christine replies, getting up and pulling a sheet off the bed. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Maybe we should just call the cops,” Tracey advises her. “Do you want me and Aaron to go down there and check it out?” J.J. now offers, finally starting to recover his senses. “No, I’ll be okay. It’s probably just the cat prowling around down there…” Christine replies, wrapping the sheet around herself as she starts to head out the bedroom door. “Be careful!” Tracey calls out after her, snuggling herself tightly up against Aaron. “You guys are SO amazing!” she gushes to the two teens as they wait for Christine to return from her reconnaissance mission. “Yeah, we know!” Aaron replies, flashing his braces in a cocky little smirk. “Yo, this dude…he’s only been with one chick before tonight…can you believe it…? I’m proud of you, dude!” J.J. praises his cousin. “Wow! Oh my god! You’re such a stud, Aaron! You both are!” Tracey exclaims happily. Just then, Christine reenters the bedroom with a familiar figure in tow; Steve, the redheaded football stud. “Look who I found asleep on the sofa!” the MILF announces, loosening the sheet that she’s wrapped up in and letting it crumple to the floor. “My ride left without me! What an asshole!” the freckle faced stud explains in a drowsy voice, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Bare ass naked except for his backwards baseball cap and with his pecker already stiffening, Steve perks up quickly and is soon ready to join the afterparty for a few more rounds of carnal fun…
12:45 AM “C’mon…I wanna fuck!” Steve exclaims impatiently as Christine tongues his balls. “Relax, babe…we’re all going to have fun together…give the other guys a couple more minutes to get ready!” Christine replies soothingly, before running her tongue up and down the length of the redhead’s rigid shaft. “Aaron’s ready!” Tracey announces happily, bobbing her head up and down on the stud’s stiffened tool. “And J.J.’s almost there…” she adds, testing J.J.’s rapidly engorging penis with her mouth. “This is the life, dudes…getting our dicks sucked like this!” J.J. exclaims happily, as Tracey gives his balls a flick of her tongue before turning her attention back to Aaron. All three handsome teen studs are lined up in a row in the oversized bed, lying on their backs as the MILFs diligently work their tools, prepping them for another round of fucking. Just then, Christine slips herself into Steve’s arms and starts making out with him. In between kisses, she whispers something in his ear. “No, I never did…” the stud replies, as Christine paws his chest with her hands. “Wanna try…?” she asks him, as Tracey quizzically peers over at them. “Yeah…sure…that’d be cool…” the stud agrees. “What are you guys talking about over there…?” Tracey asks; Christine ignores her. “Cool! Don’t say anything!” Christine tells Steve, clambering out of bed. “I’ll be right back!” she calls out over her shoulder, her luscious ass cheeks jiggling as she scurries to the bathroom. “What are you guys up to…?” Tracey repeats her question to Steve. “Can’t tell you…” the redheaded stud replies, lying back on his pillow and looking up at the ceiling as he slowly fondles his rigid tool with his hand. “Okay, be like that!” Tracey replies petulantly, returning her mouth to J.J.’s pecker. “Mmmm…you’re all ready to go, J.J., baby!” she purrs happily, delighted with the stud’s rigidity as he achieves a fresh, full erection.
Just then, Christine reemerges from the bathroom, holding a small object that looks like a toothpaste tube in her hand. “What’s that?” Tracey asks, looking up as her friend approaches the bed. “It’s lube…Steve is going to fuck both of us up the ass while we ride Aaron and J.J….double penetration!” Christine replies happily, handing the tube to Steve. “Oh, no he’s not! I’ve never done that in my life! My back door is closed!” Tracey replies emphatically, as the redheaded stud opens the tube, squirts some lube onto his hand and starts slathering up his throbbing pecker. “No worries, this is my first time, too…” the freckle faced teen replies, shrugging his shoulders. “Oh my god! He doesn’t even know what he's doing! Christine, I’m NOT doing this!” Tracey exclaims, as J.J. and Aaron look on eagerly. “DP, dude! Just like we saw in that video!” J.J. exclaims. “Yeah, with that blonde chick…Awesome, dude!” Aaron replies, both cousins flashing their braces in broad grins. “I’m not blonde…and I’m NOT a porn star!” Tracey exclaims as Steve smirks at her, squeezing more lube directly onto his already gunked-up love worm. “You guys shouldn’t be watching videos like that…you’re too young…” Christine admonishes the two stud cousins, wagging her finger reproachfully at them. Ignoring Tracey’s continued protests, she now walks over to a little cabinet in the corner of the bedroom. Opening the cabinet, she pulls out a bottle and two shot glasses and saunters back over to the bed. “You’ve never turned down a shot with me before, Tray…” Christine reminds her friend, as she pours the 110 proof rum into the shot glasses and then hands one of them to Tracey. “Oh no, Christine…don’t make me do this…!” Tracey exclaims, the fear visible in her wide-open eyes as she takes the glass in her hand; she knows that there’ll be no turning back once they do the shot together. “C’mon…It’ll loosen you up…” Christine reassures her. “It’s going to hurt…!” Tracey protests, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. “Yeah, it’ll hurt at first…a little…” Christine admits. “But then it’ll be SO amazing! And Steve will be gentle with you…won’t you, Steve…?” “Yeah, I’ll be gentle…real gentle…” the redheaded stud replies with a smirk as he strokes his yearning, lube slathered love worm. “But Christine…!” Tracey starts to protest again, but her friend impatiently silences her. “It’ll be a good experience for you…c’mon…down the hatch!” “What am I getting myself into…?” Tracey moans as the two MILFs clink glasses and then slam back their shots. “Woohoo!” Christine yelps as the shot explodes inside her like an alcoholic fireball; “Oh my god!” Tracey gasps breathlessly. “Hey, what about us…?” Aaron pipes up, flashing his braces in a winsome, boyish grin. “You guys definitely aren’t getting any of this…” Christine replies curtly, not letting herself be drawn in by the teen’s cuteness. “Yeah, you guys just get back into bed…you’re not here to get drunk!” Tracey scolds Aaron and his fellow studs, the fireball rum already going to her head. J.J. and Aaron get back into bed, side by side, lying on their backs; propped up with pillows, they grip their stiffened tools, holding them in readiness for the two MILFs to mount.
“You ready there, stud…?” Christine asks Steve. “Fuck yeah!” the redheaded stud replies eagerly, his straining, pulsating love tool all slickened and gunky with lube and pointing straight up at the ceiling. “Okay…let’s get this over with…” Tracey says reluctantly, slipping onto J.J.’s lap and wriggling herself into place on his rigid love stick; while she’s more than happy to ride cowgirl on J.J., she’s not looking forward to being plugged up the ass by Steve, or by anyone else, for that matter. Grinding her pelvis into J.J., she reaches for his lips with her own and the two exchange a sultry kiss as she gradually accelerates her tempo to a quick bounce. Meanwhile, Christine mounts Aaron, locking herself into place on his hardened fuck stick; she’s in no hurry and starts her teen stallion off at a walk. “Steve, dude…the back door’s open!” Aaron calls out as Christine slowly grinds herself on his throbbing pecker. Steve gives his petrified love worm two or three quick pumps with his hand. “Hard as a rock!” he announces proudly, flashing his braces in a wicked little grin; in fact, he has one of the stiffest boners he’s ever had, his pecker yearning to bury itself in two married asses. “C’mon, Steve! What are you doing?” Christine calls out impatiently over her shoulder. She stops rocking herself on Aaron’s cock and flattening her upper body and delicious pair of boobs against the stud’s sweaty chest, she raises her ass, her well rounded cheeks beckoning destruction.
As Aaron wraps his arms around Christine and holds her tightly in place, Steve gets in position behind her. Two holes are visible; the lower one is filled with Aaron’s inflamed manhood and the vertical lips that frame it almost seem to be smiling, pleased with their young, virile visitor. Just above is Steve’s target, the small, pinpoint opening that will be made to accommodate him and his 6 inch love stick. He presses the thick, lube slathered head of his tool against the tiny opening; he meets resistance from the narrow aperture but pushes forward. Christine lets out a naughty little giggle and starts making out with Aaron as she feels the bulbous, purple tip roughly push open her back door. “Oh my god!” Tracey gasps, slowing down her pace on J.J.’s dick; she watches in fascination as Steve’s rigid, veiny love worm steadily vanishes from sight, burying itself between Christine’s shapely ass cheeks. “Mmmm…yes!!!” Christine purrs as she feels the stiffened shaft plunge deeper. “So fucking tight…!’ Steve grunts as he pushes his hips forward, enjoying the feel of Christine’s sphincter gripping his lubed up, rock hard wang. Finally, his pelvis gently nudges the MILF’s bare ass cheeks; he’s now buried balls deep in her colon. He draws his hips back and then pushes them forward; he can still feel resistance, so he pulls back again, and plunges back in, more forcefully this time. With Christine moaning loudly, the redheaded stud quickly finds his rhythm as his steady, forceful thrusting loosens up her dirtpipe; soon his well lubricated tool is hammering Christine’s ass with destructive ease. Meanwhile, awkwardly at first, but with increasing proficiency, Aaron begins thrusting upwards, plumbing the depths of Christine’s pussy. “Oh my god! Yes!” the MILF screams as the two studs vigorously work both her holes, quickly managing to coordinate their pelvic thrusts. “You gotta try this, Tray!” she cries out to her friend, who’s jouncing herself up and down on J.J.’s stiffened pecker. “I don’t know…” Tracey responds in a nervous voice: It looks fun, she thinks, but…taking a 6 inch dick up my ass! Determined to score both married asses tonight, Steve pulls his throbbing love probe out of Christine’s back door, smirking as he watches the MILF’s distended asshole gape and pucker.
The freckle faced stud slathers some more lube onto his love wand and then quickly gets in position behind Tracey. “Oh my god!” Tracey exclaims fearfully, as J.J. wraps his arms around her and holds her tightly in place; obediently she raises her ass, presenting her cheeks for devastation. Steve nudges the bloated purple head of his tool against her tiny rear entrance and roughly pushes his way in. “Oh my, god! J.J., what’s he doing…?” Tracey exclaims, her eyes opening wide as she feels a rigid dick where she’s never felt one before. Instinctively she tenses her entire body and especially her sphincter muscles. “Yo, relax…” J.J. advises her gently, looking up at her contorted face as she squirms in his grasp. “Yeah, Tray…don’t fight it…!” Christine chimes in, as she bounces herself comfortably up and down on Aaron; a veteran cock rider, she’s now pacing her teenage stallion at a trot. “Tight…real…fucking…tight…!” Steve grunts as he pushes harder; Tracey’s asshole is putting up a lot more resistance than Christine’s did, but the stud grits his teeth and pushes his hips forward. As the freckle faced stud’s tool finally reaches the halfway mark, Tracey lets out a loud squeal of discomfort; ”Oh my god! It hurts, J.J.! It hurts!” she moans. “You gotta relax…” J.J. replies soothingly. “Holy shit…SO…fucking…tight…” Steve grunts, grinding his teeth as Tracey’s dirtpipe grips his cock like a steel vise; the teen football stud is sweating profusely and the real ass fucking hasn’t even started yet! “Relax…relax…” J.J. repeats in the same soothing voice as Tracey clutches him in a death grip, gasping with pain and trying not to cry out. “You’re doing good, Tray…you’re almost there!” Christine calls out breathlessly, indifferent to her friend’s agony; the first time is always the hardest! Finally, Steve’s stiffened shaft completely disappears from view; he pauses for a moment, allowing Tracey’s back passage to close itself up around its rigid, bloated intruder. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” Tracey whimpers in despair. “She’s even tighter than you are!” Steve informs Christine. “You better loosen her up then, stud…!” Christine responds cheerfully, bouncing herself steadily on a grunting, groaning Aaron. Steve draws his hips back, pauses for a moment and then pushes forward again; Tracey lets out a loud, agonized yelp as her tight little asshole resists the rigid flesh pole. The stud ruthlessly pushes forward, burying his bone full length, pulls it back and then slams it forward again. Several times he repeats the process, hammering home with progressively more force each time, as Tracey throws her head back and screams in agony. As J.J. keeps the MILF latched into place, penis snugly buried in pussy, Steve thrusts with increasing force and ruthlessness. “Holy shit!” he gasps as he pounds Tracey’s mudbox into submission with sledgehammer thrusting until, finally, his lubed up tool starts sliding in and out with relative ease. After several minutes of brutal back door drilling, he finally pulls out his fuck stick and surveys the damage that he’s inflicted. The MILF’s asshole gapes; not completely destroyed yet, but the stud has managed to force an opening. “Good damage!” Steve exclaims cheerfully as Tracey moans loudly in pain and despair.
“Come back over here!” Christine now calls out to the sweaty, panting stud; Steve obliges and shoves his tool back into Christine’s dirtpipe, completing the full circuit of Christine-Tracey-Christine cross-contamination between the two MILFs. He starts thrusting away forcefully; Christine’s back door grips his well lubed pecker snugly, but the stud doesn’t have to smash it down to get the job done and the MILF is soon moaning loudly in ecstasy. As Steve reams her colon with forceful, steady thrusting, Aaron starts hammering upwards. The double impact on her holes, pussy and ass getting slammed repeatedly, soon hurtles Christine into a series of screaming orgasms. “Oh my god…that’s so fucking hot…!” Tracey exclaims as she bounces herself on J.J.’s love stick; forgetting her own pain, she watches the DP action, mesmerized. “Oh my god, Tray…you gotta do this…!” Christine gasps breathlessly. She throws her head back and lets out a full-throated scream as both of her holes are devastated by the two rigid, thrusting flesh pistons. ”You wanna try again…?” J.J. asks in a gentle, coaxing tone; he can tell from the look on Tracey’s face that her lust is starting to overcome her fear. “You just gotta relax,” the stud quietly advises her. “Oh my god…let’s do it…!” Tracey cries out eagerly.
Steve hammers home a few more thrusts that leave Christine moaning in ecstasy and then pulls his throbbing pecker out of her devastated, gaping asshole. His balls bloated with a fresh buildup of load, he positions himself behind Tracey again and nestles the empurpled tip of his love spear against her back door. “You ready for this…?” he asks. “Oh my god…YES!” Tracey cries out. The stud pushes his hips forward; Tracey flinches and squirms as she feels the rigid shaft open up her back door and start to sink deeper. but clutching the bedsheets, she manages to relax her sphincter muscles. ‘So…fucking…tight…!” Steve grunts, but this time the going is easier; he’s already forced an opening, plus Tracey isn’t fighting him anymore, so his stiffened flesh probe meets a lot less resistance and soon he’s tooling her ass with steady, forceful thrusting. Ruthlessly, J.J. now starts thrusting upward, plowing the MILF’s pussy with his rigid love pole. Tracey shrieks in agony; although her pussy appreciatively bathes J.J.’s tool with copious love honey, her tight little asshole still suffers from Steve’s brutal jackhammer thrusting. Suddenly, there’s a seismic shift. The pain vanishes abruptly and Tracey can feel Steve’s fuck stick slipping and sliding with surprising ease in her now thoroughly reamed out colon. She stops screaming; she gasps as her body is jolted by the impact of the two teenage flesh poles systematically and relentlessly working her nether regions. Pain quickly becomes pleasure as the velvet walls of her sphincter caress Steve’s lubed-up, mercilessly thrusting man worm in a loving embrace. “Yes! Yes! Yes!!!” she screams as the two teen studs smash her first into one orgasm, then another and another. “Way to go, Tray!” Christine cheers her on; turned on by the DP devastation being inflicted upon her friend, she starts bouncing herself furiously on Aaron’s fuck stick, riding the sweaty young stud at a gallop. Tracey’s screams continue as her studs piston pound her even harder; J.J.’s 8 inch dick slams upwards, pile driving her cervix, followed up immediately by Steve slamming his 6 inch pecker full length into the depths of her distended asshole. As Tracey’s double penetration pounding reaches its climax, Christine finally brings Aaron across the finish line to ejaculation. The 15 year old stud’s balls explode, shooting globs of his nut scum deep into the moaning MILF’s pussy; after Christine dismounts she snuggles with her stud as they watch the frenzied destruction of both of Tracey’s holes. “Oh my god! Yes!!!! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!!!” Tracey shrieks. “Ass…is…SO…fucking…tight…!” Steve grunts, the sweat beading on his nose and splashing the sheets, the pressure in his balls building steadily as he mercilessly hammers Tracey’s dirtpipe. Finally, the redheaded stud’s nuts convulse spasmodically. Throwing his head back and cursing loudly, his tool blasts globs of superheated, slimy redheaded DNA deep into Tracey’s mudbox. “Shit! Fuck!” the stud gasps, as his balls spasm violently, emptying themselves in an intense orgasm. “Oh my god!” Tracey moans as she feels her back channel being flooded with a torrent of hot, slimy ball scum. Steve finally pulls his pecker out, leaving a thoroughly aroused Tracey to quickly ride J.J. to orgasm; the 16 year old stud blasts his load of nut sludge deep into the MILF’s pussy. “Holy shit…I destroyed your ass!” Steve gasps. “Woohoo!” Christine cheers; “Way to go, dude!” Aaron congratulates him. Tracey just collapses face down on the bed, whimpering. “Oh my god! What did you do to me…?” she moans; she can feel her ruined asshole gaping and puckering, as it belches out globs of Steve’s slimy white DNA…
1:30 AM Gagging and drooling, with 7 inches of stiffened teenage man meat lodged in her throat, Christine’s lips kiss the base of Aaron’s swollen cock as Steve hammers her pussy from behind. “Choke…on it…bitch…!” Steve growls, tightly gripping the MILF’s hair and pushing her head down on Aaron’s tool as he pounds her mercilessly; Aaron throws his head back and lets out a deep groan as Christine’s hungry mouth, tongue and lips work his pulsating pecker. With J.J. and Tracey having moved to the guest bedroom, the two 15 year old studs will spend the rest of the night swapping places in Christine’s mouth and pussy; both sets of balls will be drained repeatedly and Christine will experience countless orgasms courtesy of her team of well hung teenage dick slingers…
2:46 AM J.J. gasps as his nuts spasm and his tool starts spewing thin, watery spurts of genetic slime into Tracey’s pussy. Moaning loudly, the MILF joins him in orgasm. “Oh my god! Yes! J.J. baby!” she gasps, reaching up with both hands to caress the stud’s sweat lathered face. Now in the darkened guest bedroom, they can hear Christine’s muffled cries of ecstasy from down the hall as they revel in their own mutual climax. As J.J.’s tool continues to spurt, Tracey’s phone lights up on the nightstand. With the ringer muted, the phone takes silent delivery of a text message from the wayward MILF’s husband, dutifully notifying his loving wife that he's finally gotten home from work. In a haze of exhaustion, he stumbles to the bedroom and is soon deep in a leaden sleep, blissfully unaware of the lustful words that his spouse is whispering in the ear of her 16 year old lover as they snuggle together in post-coital embrace…
6:10 AM As the blackness of night begins to fade into the midnight blue of predawn, a groggy J.J. slips out of a comatose Tracey’s arms and rolls out of bed. Bare ass naked except for his backwards baseball cap and nursing a morning erection, the exhausted teen stumbles out of the guest room and makes his way down the hall to the master bedroom. Pausing in the doorway he’s presented with the spectacle of three naked bodies in the oversized bed: Aaron: face down, with one arm hanging over the side of the bed, is drooling into his pillow; Steve, on the other side of the bed, is lying flat on his back with a raging boner and snoring loudly, and sandwiched between them is Christine, curled up on her side. J.J. pads over to the bed and shakes his cousin. No response. After several more attempts, he gives Aaron a sharp smack on his hairy ass, which finally wakes the slumbering teen. “Whaaa…” the younger stud mumbles brokenly. “C’mon, dude…we gotta get out of here…we gotta get back to your house…” a bleary eyed J.J. mumbles. “No…wanna…sleep…” Aaron murmurs, dropping his head back onto the pillow. “No, dude…we gotta go…NOW!” J.J. reiterates, grabbing the younger stud by the shoulders. He finally manages to get Aaron out of bed and drags him out of the room. Running on less than two hours of sleep, the teens manage to make it downstairs, get back into their clothes and leave Christine’s house without waking anybody up. Fortunately, Aaron has his house key in his jeans and the two boys are able to make it back to his bedroom without waking his parents. J.J. crashes on the floor, Aaron collapses into his bed and both studs sleep until late afternoon…
7:15 AM “How’s your butt?” Christine asks Tracey, as they sit at the dining room table, sipping coffee, the first feeble rays of dawn starting to splash at the windows. “It’s sore…but I’m happy!’ Tracey giggles in response. Finally out of bed, Christine has slipped into an oversized t-shirt and put thick, unsexy woolen socks on her feet and she’s loaned a cute little red kimono to Tracey. Both MILFs are giddy from lack of sleep and the realization of what they did last night; 55 teenage boys! Neither of them regrets last night’s adventure, but they’re both still trying to process the full enormity of it all. “I’m just pissed at J.J….he left without even saying goodbye…that was so rude!” Tracey now exclaims. “Yeah, Aaron didn’t say goodbye, either…but Steve’s still here…looks like I’ll have to give him a ride home…” Christine replies. “Don’t worry about that…I can give him a ride…and then I’ve got to see if there’s a pharmacy that’s open on my way home…” Tracey replies. “Why do you need to go to the pharmacy?” Christine asks. “To get the morning after pill…I’m going to start ovulating today…tomorrow at the latest!’ Tracey exclaims. “You know…I’m ovulating too…and I’m not going to do anything about it…” Christine replies, taking a sip of her coffee and eyeing her friend steadily through her glasses. “Christine, you’re crazy! You’re not on birth control…and neither am I!” Tracey exclaims, her eyes and mouth opening wide in horror. “I’m going to let nature takes it course…and you should, too…” Christine replies quietly, maintaining steady eye contact with her fellow MILF. “You are crazy!” Tracey gasps, staring back at her friend in disbelief. “No, I’m not…don’t you remember just a couple of weeks ago how we were talking about fate…?” Christine reminds her. “Yeah, I do, but what has fate got to do with this…?” the bewildered Tracey asks. “Bill getting snowed in was fate…Kevin getting that emergency call and having to work all last night was fate…” Christine replies in a quiet, steady tone. “You meeting all those guys at the party was fate…” “Yeah, I guess…” Tracey replies hesitantly, starting to succumb to her friend’s persuasiveness. “Dom, Dan, Eric…and J.J….” she adds. “Mmmm…J.J…” Tracey purrs, starry eyed at the memory of her handsome teen stud and their hours of sweaty copulation in the guest bedroom. “You know, if I get pregnant, It’ll probably be J.J.’s baby…I don’t even know how many loads he dumped in me!” she muses dreamily. “C’mon, girl…we’ve come this far together, don’t back out on me now!” Christine exclaims, raising her hand and extending her pinky. “Oh my god! You’re going to make me pinky swear again!” Tracey replies, latching her digit onto Christine’s. “No morning after pill…?” Christine asks. “No morning after pill!’ Tracey agrees as the two fertile sperm dumpsters solemnly pledge to jump feet first into illicit motherhood together…
Just then, Steve appears. The freckle faced stud, still naked except for his backwards baseball cap, is sporting a raging hardon. “Good morning, Steve!” Tracey calls out cheerfully. “Hey, stud!” Christine adds with a giggle. “Ummm…hi…” the teen murmurs in response; in contrast to his aggressive, cocky attitude from last night, he seems shy, subdued, almost embarrassed. “You look like you’re all ready to go again…” Tracey adds, giggling at the stud’s boner. “Oh, yeah…sorry…I better put my clothes on…” the stud apologizes, although it’s not his fault; as a teenage boy, he’s learned to live life with an almost perpetually erect pecker. “I’ll give you a ride home, but I’m going to take a quick shower first…” Tracey informs the stud as he gathers up his clothes from the floor. “Cool…thanks! I could use a shower, too…” the overripe teen replies. “Why don’t you shower together? You’ll save time that way…” Christine suggests, flashing a mischievous smirk. “Just as long as you promise to behave…” Tracey cautions the stud. “No worries there…my balls are empty…” Steve assures her. “Yeah, but it’s not your balls that I’m worried about…” Tracey replies, eyeing the teen’s still petrified love snake. “No hanky panky! Promise…?” “Yeah, I promise…” Steve replies. “Never mind him…you better behave yourself, Tray…” Christine taunts her friend, flashing another wicked little smirk. “You can use the bathroom down the hall…” The couple leave the dining room and start down the hall, Steve leading the way; glancing over her shoulder, Tracey catches Christine’s eye, winks and giggles. Oh my god! I’ve got to get this place cleaned up! Christine thinks to herself as she sips her coffee and watches Steve and Tracey disappear into the bathroom and shut the door. And I better spray some air freshener…all those guys and they all stank! I just hope Bill doesn’t notice the stains on the sofa and on the carpet…and that big one on the living room wall…that one’s from Steve! In the early morning quiet of the otherwise empty house, she can hear the muffled voices of Steve and Tracey in the bathroom; a muffled giggle from Tracey and then the sound of water running. We won’t get pregnant! she assures herself. It’s just the idea of rolling the dice with fate that’s such a thrill! It’s kind of like playing Russian roulette with sperm! As the coffee increasingly perks her up, she starts to hear unexpected sounds from the bathroom; straining her ears, she tries to tune out the sound of the water that’s masking the other noise. Then she hears it clearly; it’s the sound of Tracey, shouting ecstatically. “Oh, Steve! Oh my god! Yes! YES!!!”