Part 4 of May December.

Part 4 of May December.

Chapter 4: May December, Part 4

In this narrative, I'll divide it into segments rather than chapters. It might just be my personal preference, or it's because I feel the urge to narrate what follows.

My lover at that time, who is now my husband, is an extraordinary lover. We both relish trying new things.

In the subsequent weeks, most of our small group became engrossed in their own lives. Although I was disheartened, I understood that people have their own lives to lead. Nonetheless, one Saturday, I bumped into Lois and invited her to my house. David was running late that day, and the idea was to give him a surprise when he got home. Lois was always game for a bit of fun.

"I've got a plan, Lois," I said. "If you're game for it."

"All it involves is your boyfriend, right? Then I'm always down for a bit of fun," she replied.

"Just once, or maybe twice in the future. I don't want David to get addicted to your pussy," I joked.

She laughed and said, "Please, Marsha. I'm not that good. I've seen the way he looks at you. I could never steal your man."

I cheered, "That's good to know. Now, when I say play, I have something specific in mind. It might be a bit rough. What I want you to do is lie on my bed, tied up and waiting for David when he arrives home. It'll be a surprise for him."

"Being tied to the bed doesn't sound too bad," Lois said.

"It's more than that. I'll tie you in an uncomfortable position reminiscent of a slave. Your arms will be spread out to the sides of the bed. Your lower body will be rolled back, with your feet near your head. I'll tie your legs with short pieces of rope and secure them to the headboard. Your body will be bent in half, with your butt facing the ceiling. I'm going to lube your ass before Dave gets home. Once he's in the bedroom, I'll sit on the bed and wait for him to take advantage of your ass."

"I'll try anything once. You've got all these straps and stuff, right?"

"Absolutely. So, are you ready for this?"

There was a worried expression in her eyes as she asked, "As long as I'm not stuck in that position for too long, waiting for David to come home."

I texted him. "Let me know when you're on your way home, as it usually takes you about twenty minutes to get here."

"On my way. A minute or two."

"I have a surprise for you when you get here. I hope you're not too tired for the surprise."

Since their first experience, Lois had grown her hair, which was now almost shoulder-length. She had also cut her hair evenly on both sides. Her nose ring and eyebrow stud remained the same. David told me she has lovely eyes, which are a deep blue. She has a thin, attractive face with a slightly pointed nose. Lois has thin lips and a cleft chin, which David had mentioned she finds cute. Lois' large D-cup breasts accentuate her narrow waist, and she has a flat stomach. She has long, sexy legs and stands tall, maybe five feet ten or eleven inches. David loves her curvy rear.

David was in the living room, about to turn on the television. "You look beautiful, as always, my love."

"You must tell all your boys that."

"I do, but you're my special boy. Now, let's head upstairs. I have a surprise for you."

Even so, he gave me one of his characteristic inquisitive glances. "What's this, Marsha?" Lois was at the bedside when he entered our bedroom.

"Oh, my God. What's going on, Marsha?" He walked over to the side of the bed. "Hello, Lois."

She quickly greeted him, "Hi, David."

"Lois, could you please change into something casual? We're going out for dinner with some friends," I instructed.

She stared at me blankly for a moment, but then rushed into the bathroom to get dressed. I urged David to follow me as I headed downstairs. "Dave, you're as sexy as ever, my love."

He smiled and asked, "You say that to all the guys, Marsha?"

I laughed, "I do, but you're my special guy."

"Okay, let's go upstairs and check on Lois." When we went into the master bedroom, he gasped, "What's this, Marsha?"

Lois was in the position I had described earlier. "You should see her face," I said, grinning.

Initially, I blurted out, "Damn it, I failed to gag her."

I rushed to my dresser, extracted the ball gag, and carried it over to Lois. She gazed at me in inquisitively and voiced, "Hey, you never mentioned using a gag."

Smiling deviously, I replied, "If it gets too unpleasant, you can try wiggling your fingers."

Lois did not resist as I put the gag in her mouth and fastened it around her head with Velcro. Meanwhile, my partner David, whose excitement was escalating, hurriedly disrobed. "Sweetheart, Lois's ass is up for grabs," I announced.

As David climbed onto the bed, his manhood on display, I sat on the couch. "Prepare yourself, baby, because you're going to fuck that ass ravaged by me."

Lois's eyes widened in concern as David began plunging his cock into her. My voice carried, "Fuck her harder, David. Use her ass to your content. Turn her into your butt slut. Fuck her hard, baby."

David, not looking away from me, puckered his lips, indicating his desire for a signal. Paying him no heed, I fetched a riding crop and continued, "Give her a taste of your wrath. Lois needs to be shown what happens to bad girls. Whip her ass."

"I... can't, Marsha."

Holding out the crop, I emphasized, "Do it, or I will. I'm sure you don't want me dishing out more intense acts of discipline, do you?"

Cautiously, David heeded instructions and whipped Lois's buttocks. Observing the light spanking, I was flooded with arousal. I decided to seek my own climax; I positioned myself on the couch and slipped off my underwear. A dildo on a nearby side table beckoned. At the same time, David, now intent on punishing Lois, savagely thrusted her as she panted in sync. "Fuck! Fred's entire cock is inside her ass! He's really working his magic on Lois." My silent encouragement fueled David's grunts and deepened his thrusts.

Just as David's ejaculation was imminent, I stood back up and dashed to the wardrobe for more toys. I returned with a handle stretcher. "David, tie Lois's thighs together!"

As he bound her ankles together, I stared at her and calmly remarked, "Fifty more times with the crop on her right, fifty on her left. Then let's proceed with the punishment she deserves, okay?"

He obliged and executed the spanking. I was thrilled and could not help but focus on the erotic visions that floated through my mind. "I'll be heading out," I informed him, "Have fun—don't wait for me. I'm not quite sure how late I'll be."

"Is there anything you need me to worry about?"

"Regarding our secret club—we've been discussing the inclusion of more men. There's a man in mind; he's well over fifty. If this goes smoothly, it could lead to a late night or even an all-nighter." I gave Lois a decent head start before guiding David into the shower. "Let's start showering. Lois, prepare for the real fun: sexual intercourse," I instructed.

David looked quizzically at me and inquired, "What's the 411 on the mystery?"

With my eyes fixed on Lois, I answered in the hallway, "Remember our agenda to gather more men to our, well, our sex squad? We have a candidate in mind. He's old to satisfy my kink. If things go well tonight, I might stay up late or even until the next morning. Got it?"

He leaned in and grabbed me, his growing erection pressed against my waist. "Just take care, honey."

"I will. Don't fret."

My plan was straightforward. It was still early as I headed out to the store. The store David worked at. The place closed at 6 every evening. David mentioned that Monty, the owner, often worked late. Monty is older than David a few years. He's the owner and manager of the store that my boyfriend worked at. I'd met him a few times. Because of that, I knew he'd recognize me.

David had arrived home by 5:30 that evening. It was 7:30 when I showed up at the store. I peered through the shop's glass at the front. The store's counter is around the corner and to the left. The area in front of the counter was a shop where he sold electrical supplies, and he also ran a repair shop. I knocked on the glass, but no one responded right away. After knocking a second time, the store's interior lights came on. A few seconds later, Monty appeared from around the corner.

Now, Monty's a rough-looking guy. He's usually unshaven. He probably had a week's growth of beard on his face. Monty's around six feet four or five inches tall. He's built like a tank. His arms and chest are muscular. That chest filled his shirt almost to bursting. Monty has a flat stomach, long muscular legs, and a trim waist.

Two years before, his wife had passed away after a long fight with breast cancer. David told me that Monte rarely went out after his wife's death. I knocked on the store's window. He smiled at me as he approached the door. I knew then that he recognized me. He opened the door quickly, "Come in, come in. I'm surprised to see you here so late. It's Marsha, right?"

I smiled back and said, "Yes, Marsha." I walked inside, noticing that he checked me out in my skimpy outfit. That was encouraging.

He guided me to his office area, a very comfy couch to one side, a chair opposite his large desk. He motioned for me to sit in the chair across from his desk. Then he began to speak, "What's on your mind, little lady?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to start things off. The first thing I did was take off my coat. I flung it over the back of the couch. I was wearing a green, low-cut dress that went halfway up my thighs. I leaned forward to ensure he got a good look at my cleavage. The dress showed off my fantastic breasts that David loves so much. Standing at five feet six inches, I have long dark brown hair and brown eyes. My face has a narrow nose but a bit too round cheeks for my taste. David likes to call it "baby fat." I've been told that my round chin is attractive. I'm proud of my body. I have lovely C-cup breasts and an athletic figure. Many men have stared at me since I was 15. I have nice legs, too, which ended with a great ass. For this encounter, I wore two-inch heels, which made my legs stand out.

I stood up and raised my dress a bit, showing off my legs intentionally. I was unsure what to say next. So, I decided to sit on his desk across from him. I crossed my legs so he could see my legs. Finally, I settled on some words, "Well, Monty... Mr. Dawson... I've heard you've been without female company for a while. Would you like to change that tonight?"

He stared at me for a moment but eventually spoke, "Uhm, Marsha? I thought you were engaged to David. I mean, he's one of my best friends, and he works for me."

"I can assure you, Monty, that David wouldn't mind. David knows I'm trying to seduce someone. Maybe not you specifically, but I don't think he'd mind."

"You're sure he would not mind... that it's me?"

"Why, Monty. Or should I call you Mr. Dawson? Are you tempted?"

He leaned back on his hand and gave me a thoughtful look. For a moment, I thought his moral compass would win out. Finally, he lifted his head from his hand and said, "Yes, I am tempted. But, young lady, I feel like I would be disrespecting you. And, even worse, disrespecting David, who works for me. And David is my friend."

"Here's a question for you. If David said it was okay for you to, let's say, sleep with me, would you sleep with me if David gave the green light?"

"Huh? What are you saying?" I showed him my phone and looked at him. "Are you saying I should call David and ask him?"

"Sure, but why would you do that?"

"Alright, hold on. Let me call David. I'm curious about what's going on."

He snatched my phone from me and quickly hit the call button, assuming David would be my most often contacted person. He was right. David informed me later that he was in the middle of having sex with Lois, doggy style, when the phone rang. He considered not answering, but for some reason, he looked at the caller ID and saw it was me. Upon seeing my name, he chose to answer. After greeting him, Monty launched into his conversation, "Hey, David, your... well, honey, is here. She's apparently made an offer to me. What's up, man? Is it okay with you if I... well, what the hell is happening, David?"

David replied that he had moved to the edge of the bed, leaning beside Lois, and told her he'd be back in a few minutes to continue. "Well, boss," Monty started, "I am kind of a part of a sex group. We're lacking some more guys. She didn't mention that she was planning on seeing you, but I'm not entirely against the idea. If it's okay with you."

"Well, I'll put it this way. If your fiancée is home late, or not until morning, then you can make your own decisions. I'm referring specifically to having sex with Marsha. Anything more than that?" He added, "Perhaps I'll need to talk to her tomorrow."

Monty then hung up the phone. He studied me for half a minute and stated, "Over here beside my desk. Come over here." I climbed down from my position on his desk and moved to his side. "Did you mean that?" I grinned at him, and he continued, "Let me tell you something, I'm pretty out of practice when it comes to... Well, to sex. I probably won't last more than five minutes, at best."

I stood in front of him, my face smiling. "Well, we have all night at our disposal. And may I make a suggestion?"

"Go ahead and call me Mr. Dawson. I've decided that I want you to call me Mr. Dawson." Anything else he said was lost when I started untangling his belt buckle. I almost giggled. "I can't believe I'm going to do this. You're so beautiful, young lady. Why..., why are you so open to giving up... I'm going to sound silly. Your innocence."

I was pulling his pants off when he said this, and I almost chuckled. "That certainly is old-fashioned, Monty, or should I say, Mr. Dawson. I happen to enjoy sex." Upon finishing with his pants and removing them from his ankles, I brushed his cock, wondering aloud, "How does that feel, Mr. Dawson? Do you like me touching your cock?"

"Yes, it feels good." Monty glanced down at me. "I can't believe I'm letting this happen." Then, as I pressed my mouth onto his penis, holding it between my lips, I concluded, "This is a heavy cock. Maybe seven or eight inches, but very thick." I lowered myself further, my mouth enveloping his member completely. I enjoyed the taste and how his cock felt in my mouth. Since the first time I'd given a guy a blow job, with David, I've grown to enjoy it. "Jesus..., yes. Yes, that feels great, Marsha." I started sucking his cock more quickly and eagerly, my hand gripping the base of his shaft as I maintained the rhythm. "Holy... Fuck, where did you learn to do this?"

I didn't reply but instead grabbed the base of his cock with my hand and pushed it against his stomach. I then gently ran my tongue over the tip of his other ball. I released it and began to suck on his other ball, this time a little more forcefully. I wasn't hurting him, just giving him pleasure. Feeling the need to ask, I said, "Would you rather cum in my mouth, Mr. Dawson?"

"Yes, Marsha," he said in response, I approached his dick and started to suck it enthusiastically. It was a bit challenging, but I managed to squeeze in about half of his gargantuan member into my mouth. I rubbed then swirled my tongue over the sensitive spot on the bottom of his dick at the tip. Mainly because his dick was so thick. "Fuck, yes, like that, Marsha. Suck my dick. God, yes. I..., I am going to cum soon." I sped up my movements up and down, anticipating at any second a jet of his cream. I held the base of his dick with one hand while I devoured his dick with a fierce abandon, faster than I had ever gone on a dick before.

"I..., I am about to cum. Yes, God, yes. F-fuck yes. I, here goes. Oh God, I am about to cum, cum very hard. Oh God, fuck, here..., here goes. Shit. Yeeeeees." He began to spurt, to shoot his sperm into my mouth. It was an enormous quantity; Monty had told me on the way to his house that it had been over a month since he had relieved himself. His sperm ran down my chin and onto my dress. I attempted to swallow most of it, but there was just too much. "God, young lady, that was outstanding. Fuck, so outstanding."

Following the deed, Monty continued to apologize for creating a mess on my outfit. I went to the restroom and used paper towels to clean the dress. As soon as I left the bathroom, I went to him. He appeared regretful, and I had to stifle a grin. "Are you q okay, Mr. Dawson?"

"I'm assuming I am a bit uncomfortable. I mean..., I got a tad overeager."

"Overeager? It was my suggestion, Mr. Dawson. I too like..., well, satisfying men. I enjoyed sucking your dick. How about we visit your house and spend some time together? I'm trying to convince you to join our group."

"I won't say it's not enticing. But I still experience some reservations. I mean, you are David's future bride-to-be."

"Monty, David is at our house currently, fucking a friend of mine, Lois. David and I arrived at the decision that while we adore each other, we also like, enjoy having sex with other people. You should not feel any guilt about it. What if we hop in your car and drive to your house? I can pick up my vehicle tomorrow. What say you?"

Section 3:

Monty, Mr. Dawson, was silent all the way to his house. He placed his hand on my knee at one stage, and I lifted my dress, permitting him to view more of my leg. I observed a grin on his face as he touched my leg and comprehended he was finally coming to favor the concept. At the very least, the concept of having sex with me.

Monty's abode is always neat and clean. It is a three-bedroom, yet his kids had relocated out. The place was meticulously cared for. I believed either he held a cleaning lady or, he had greater meticulousness than I had anticipated. "Wow, you've got such a stunning home."

"Thank you. I have little to do with work outside since Connie passed away, so I devote excessive time to cleaning the domicile." (Connie was his late wife.) He then strolled to his liquor cabinet and inquired, "Would you prefer a beverage?"

I wandered over to him and stationed my hands in his. Drawing nearer to him, I stated, "Are you attempting to urge me to leave Mr. Dawson? Are you nervous?"

"If I'm telling the truth, indeed. I..."

I raised a finger to his lips. "Pay attention, Mr. Dawson. I want you. I want you at the present. Big guy, please fuck me."

I then moved down and hauled my dress over my head. I was now partially naked in front of him. Following the removal of the dress, under the dress, I boasted a black bra, black underwear, skimpy undergarments, and stilettos. "Wow, you are so appealing. Such a ravishing beauty."

After distancing ourselves, we climbed onto his humongous bed. I had never encountered a bed that big, but I knew I wanted David to acquire one like it. I then removed my underwear and threw it across the room. I pointed a finger at him. "How about getting rid of your clothes? Make your way to the bed, Mr. Dawson." Gradually, nervously, he took off his clothes. His dick was already at its peak as he undressing, as he went towards the bed, and lay next to me. His hand on my waist, I encircled his neck. I kissed him andstraddled him.

"My goodnessh..., you are breathtaking. Absolutely stunning." Naked I felt his dick on my leg. I wriggled, not completely unintentionally, trying to get his dick at my opening. He comprehended what I desired, and I sensed his dick against my incredibly wet cunt. "Are..., are you ready?" He asked. At the same time, I removed my bra, releasing my breasts from their constraint.

"Kindly insert your cock inside me. Fuck me, Mr. Dawson. Please fuck me." He then slid around a third of his cock into me. Gentle, slowly, he started to pump in and out of me. "Oh, yes, yes. You are sensational, so damned sensational. Now., fuck me. Fuck me now. Quit holding back."

He took the hint. Leaning into me, his hands benearth me, he began to pump me more forcefully. I have to admit that I liked his dick. Thick, I could feel every indentation, every swelled vein in his dick. "Wow, your..., your...,you are so tight. So very tight. It feels so good. So damn good, Marsha."

Although extremely tall, I managed to raise his face to my left breast. "Suck it, Mr. Dawson. Fuck me, suck me tit. Harder, Mr. Dawson. I want..., I need to climax. Harder, harder, fuck me harder." He then finally began to fuck me with more intensity. He thrust into my pussy, his month around my left breast sucking, licking my nipple, which felt so good. "Oh, my...fuck.., cumming. I..., I am climaxing, Mr. Dawson. Your..., your cock feels so good."

He lifted his face and said, "Wow, you are......, so......, so good. Fuck, I am going to desire to engage in this again, young lady. You are phenomenal, you are taking my entire cock." Monty's hips were slamming against me. His beefy, astounding cock, was embedded withinme with each pump into my pussy. With eachenthrust, he was screwing me. His crotch slammed against my pussy, his cock as rigrid as steel pipe. I climaxed, and it was not my first. As one finished, I rolled into another climax, his cock inside me felt so good.

"Climaxing, Mr. Dawson. I am climaxing so intensely. Jesus, you canfuck me at any timem, Mr. Dawson. God yes,fuck me. Fuck me well." Then I experienced it. His ejaculate sprayed my insides. I could feel his hot cum. It sent me into another climax. He persisted pumping, even after discharging his cum inside me.

Segment 4:

I should elucidate something. Some may be reading this account and suppose it was because I met David that I had become this manner. That I was, in essence, promiscuous. Because of David. Nothing could be further from the truth. I had perpetually fantasized about being fucked by many men in various ways. True, I was a virgin when I fell in love with David, but I hadaway from him that I am a sexual being. That I could quite possibly want, that I would need great numbers of partners.

Now, some readers may think that David underwent these sexual adventures merely because he was worried about losing me. In truth, perhaps, that might be a portion of it. But not all of it. I comprehend that at least part of the explanation, is that he is relishing this. I was pleased that he was having this opportunity. I trusted he loved me. That he still loves me.

It had been possibly twenty minutes since we finished. Monty had dismissed his cum twice in under an hour. I was unsure if he could go again. But I desired him to. I appreciated his cock. I desired more. We lay on the bed, myself in his left armpit, my head on his torso. "Wow, that was astounding, darling girl," He said to me, "About joining this...groupphpp of yours. You will neeeed to persuade me."

I angr inclined and surveyed into his eyes, "Just how should I persuade you, Mr. Dawson?" Unquestionably, a massive grin on my face. "Will there be something you'd like me to do?"

"I'm not certain. How can you persuade me, Marsha? What special ability do you possess to sway me?" I noticed that he was starting to get into the groove. He was warming up to the thought of having sex with me. I was ecstatic that he was enjoying himself. He even accepted my desire for this. Still wearing my heels, I got onto all fours on the bed and shifted my derriere. I saw a look in his eyes when he glanced at the shoes. That look made me believe he thought the heels were sexy. "Perhaps I have this wet hole that could please you. I mean, if you can get hard again."

"I'm not sure yet." He responded.

He moved up behind me. On his knees, he held my hips and positioned the head of his penis to my vagina. I was still very wet, but he still insisted on running his penis back and forth along my slit. "Are you teasing me, or are you going to have sex with me?"

I heard a grunt. Mr. Dawson, Monty then pushed his penis into me quite forcefully. Half of his penis was inside me in one push, and then he started fucking me very aggressively. His hands dug into my sides. He kept me in place. Finally, finally, he was having sex with me the way I liked it. It had taken me a while to make David fuck me like this. I love to be fucked hard.

Suddenly Monty pushed me onto the bed flat on my stomach. He wrapped his arms under and around me. His penis pushed into my vagina harder and faster. My face was flat on the bed. Turned to the side, I said, "Fuck, fuck. Pound my vagina, Mr. Dawson. Take advantage of me. Fuck my vagina. Oh my god, your big cock feels so good."

"Do you like that, Marsha?"

"God, yes. But speak dirty to me. Demonstrate that you can use me, Monty."

"What are you..., are you a slutty woman, baby? Is Marsha a whore who enjoys taking penises?" He then wrapped one arm around my neck, pulling my head back. "One more time. One more round of sex tonight, I'm going to come in you, slut. Are..., are you prepared for me? Are you ready for my cum?" I could not respond, as I was experiencing a powerful orgasm. My muscles contracted around his penis, and then I felt it. I felt his hot cum enter me. He released my neck, removed his other arm from beneath and around me, and placed his hands on my sides. He kept fucking me, his large penis pleasure me, my orgasm synced with his. "Fuck, yes, baby. God... You're such a slut. You're great at this. Yes, fuck yes."

We ended, and then climbed on top of me. Monty was quite heavy, but he quickly rolled off of me. "Okay, okay. Maybe I'll join your group. But right now, I need to clean up and sleep."

"Let's shower, okay Mr. Dawson?" He nodded his head yes, and we went to the bathroom. We did not dress yet. We were both content, so we both fell back asleep.

Segment 5:

It was about seven in the morning when my eyelids began to flutter open. Monty had already risen, and I could hear the shower running. Another shower? What's going on? I thought, and I headed into the bathroom to join him. "Good morning, beautiful." He greeted me as I stepped into the shower. We kissed, and since we both required cleaning, nothing more transpired in the shower. We finished cleaning up and went to his bedroom. I searched for my clothes, but before I could retrieve them, he picked me up and carried me to his bed.

Monty laid me on the bed. He climbed onto the bed on my left side. Next to me, he reached down with his left hand. Swiping his fingers through my pussy, he noticed that I was quite ready. "Wow, you're wet already." I simply nodded. Then he laid back and said, "Straddle me, sweetie." Eager to please him, I climbed on top of his penis and slid down. "Holy shit, you're wet and hot."

I leaned forward, his dick penetrating deeper and deeper into my tight hole as I moved up and down on him. "Do..., do you like that, Mr. Dawson?" I brought my face close to his, still moving up and down on his erect penis. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my face to his. We passionately kissed. I could see, I could sense through his actions, that he needed this, and I was happy to comply.

"You're so hot, dear. You're amazing."

There's a moment of inspiration. I quickly scramble off the man. He grunts in frustration. "Gimme a second, Monty." I hustle over to my handbag and grab my phone. I come back to the bed. Smiling at him, I once more ease down on his manhood. As I'm sitting up, moving back and forth on him, I bring my phone to my ear. I dial David. "Hey, babe, you ever think about phoning Lena? Find out if she wants to come over today?"

I cast a wink at Monty, still working his shaft up and down. "Actually, Lois is still here."

We'd tossed around the thought of Lois joining us, but weren't certain if we wanted another female. We needed more dudes, not more women. "All right, perhaps you can ask her if she's willing to join the group after all."

"You're sure?"

"Yep, why not? We'll still need to look for more guys. In any case, I might just have one right here." As I said those words, Monty nods his head in the affirmative. "I'm...I'm fucking him right now, baby."

"Want to bring him home?"

"Certainly, ask Lena if she could make it to the house by noon. If Lois sticks around, invite Pete. Cool?" I hang up the phone and place my hands on his chest. Monty starts fiddling with my boobs which just increases my excitement. "Feels great, Mr. Dawson, I'm about to cum on your cock. I adore...I adore your fantastic cock. Here I go, Darling." I squeeze his dick like a vice, my climax huge around his big member.

"Shit, you're crushing my cock. I...I'm about to orgasm inside you, Marsha. Here..., holy fuck, I'm coming. Cumming, baby. Yes, fuck yes, fuck." I can feel his seed being fired into me. Then I saw it leak out from my pussy around his cock. We lock lips in an ardent kiss as we both finish our climaxes. "Oh boy, scorching. So damned hot. Do you wish to come home with me? We can swing by the store and fetch my vehicle. Then you can visit our house."

He shyly looks at me. "Only if Lena's going to be there. I mean, I'm down if you've got a chick I can..."

"Great, cool." We then walk out.

Part 7:

As we walked inside our home, it was a few minutes before twelve. Lois was sitting on the couch, engrossed in the TV. I could hear David in the kitchen, likely washing the dishes from breakfast. "Hi, Lois," nodding at Monty, "This guy here is a friend of ours, David's boss. Monty, this is Lois."

Monty answered, "Pleasure to meet you. Call me Monty." He looks over at me, "Is she...is she one of your group?"

"Yup, now." She replied. "Now, I've had sex with David a few times."

I make my way into the kitchen, hugging David. "Hi, babe. How did you like last night?" David queried.

"I did, David. Your boss is a cool dude. You're also a great - and fantastic - lover." I grin at him as I answer.

"So what do you think about Lois joining our group?" He questioned.

"Yes, I believe she'd relish it. We'll need to sort out getting more guys, though. What do you believe? Perhaps we can ask someone in the group who knows someone who'd be interested." As I complete these words, we hear noises from the living room. I stroll to the entryway of the living room from the kitchen and peek around the edge. What I saw right away made me aroused. Still in my dress from yesterday, I reach under and take off my undies. Whispering to my partner looking over my shoulder, I say, "Fuck me, baby."

I hear him unzip his pants. "Jeez," he grunts as he positions his cock at my opening. I lean forward, supporting myself on the kitchen's trim as we watch. David pushes his prick into me, and I push back against him. Feels fantastic. David and I had been discussing things in the kitchen as Monty became friends with Lois. I'm certain they knew we were watching while naked Lois went all out on Monte's cock.

"Goodness, Mr. Dawson, your dick is so large. So fucking large. It..., it feels incredible." [

Monte was practically bare from his waist down. He had his hands on Lois's nipples, adjusting them like the knobs on a radio. Lois was leaning her head back, "Your pussy is quite pleasant, young lady. Do... do you like it when I touch your boobs, Lois?"

"Hell yeah, Mr. Dawson." It seems he wanted Lois to address him as Mr. Dawson too. "Holy shit, I... I am about to cum on your dick. Your dick is so hard. S-sorry..., here I go. Fuck, I am cumming. Cumming so good, Mr. Dawson."

At that moment, the one fucking me said, "Stop, Monty. Don't cum yet." They pulled their cock out of my pussy, and I let out a disappointed moan. Over the course of our group, I've been and presently remain constantly wet.

Lois turned to look at us, "Holy shit, David! Mr. Dawson has one hell of a cock." Monte had ceased. Lois leaned in and kissed him. He pushed her away.

"Why did you interrupt our fun, David?" He inquired.

I came in the room just as he asked David the question and answered as I smoothed my skirt, David attending me, "Well, we should save our fun, Mr. Dawson. Lena will be coming soon. Pete will also be here."

Monty pulled on his pants and queried, "Lena is coming? Damn, David, do you know how long I have had a thing for your ex-wife?"

David had accompanied me into the lounge. He donned a smile as he responded to Monty, "I reckon I can guess, boss. I'll tell you, she's an enhanced...uh...lover. She's finally opened up." There might be some who think I'd feel envious of that statement. David cleverly followed up with another. "Of course, Marsha is the greatest lover I've ever had."

"Shrewd man." I answered. David embraced me and we all had a good chuckle at my statement. Then the doorbell rang. I answered the door while David meandered around filling drink orders. But they'd all end up abandoned downstairs. I escorted Pete inside. As ever, he took control of the recliner. Seems everyone was imbibing non-alcoholic beverages, which I considered a good idea.

Finally, Lena chimed the bell. This time David took the keys. He allowed Lena to come in. We all congregated in the lounge room, chatting about mundane things.

It was peculiar. Funny peculiar. It wasn't as if we had no idea why we were here. So, it was bizarre how Lena set things in motion. She strolled to Monty and raised a hand towards him. He captured her hand and stood up as Lena turned to David and said, "We can utilize the master bedroom, correct?" David smiled and nodded his head yes. The pair promptly vacated the room on their way to the bedroom upstairs.

Pete said, "May I take Lois to the bedroom?"

"Yeah, can he?" Lois responded.

I giggled, as did David. "Sure, we'll follow you up." As they parted ways with the room, David turned to me and stated, "You know we'll end up on the floor."

"Go downstairs and get a mat." David exited and obtained a mat from the cellar. I followed him upstairs with the mat in tow. We arrived in the bedroom to witness Lois and Pete stripping next to the loveseat. Lena lay on her back, her limbs arched, her feet in the air. "Damn..., your dick feels amazing. Fuck, Monty. Why didn't we fuck like this earlier?"

Monty was atop her, humping her with his big dick. As they made love, their slow dance, the way he moved, turned me on. I was naked and David had managed to get out of his clothing. Pete was situated on the couch, Lois with her arms resting on the back of the couch behind Pete. There was just too much passion-filled heat in the room, Monty fucking Lena, Lois riding her lover, moving up and down on his dick. I let out a sigh and said, "Climb on me, babe. I need your dick. Come fuck me, David."

With a huge grin, David quickly climbed on top of me. As he slipped his dick inside me, he said, "God..., baby, you're the best lover and the best fuck I've ever had. Thank you for... for altering my life, Marsha."

"Yes, honey, fuck me. Oh my god, fuck me." I replied to my partner. Sleeping with other guys was enjoyable, but David is the utmost. My one genuine affection. He had a hand on his breasts, squeezing my nipples as he screwed into me. At times, David could be gentle, but he could read my mood. He could sense I needed it hard, that I needed to be fed. "F..., harder. Fuck me, darling. Ram my pussy, darling."

"F**k..., about to cum. I'm about to cum on your dick. We..., we have to do this again, darling. I so seek to do this again. Fuck, fuck me."

I glanced towards Pete as he stated, "Get on all fours, lean on the end of the sofa."

I observed as she grinned and did as Pete instructed her to. "You going to f me like a slut, Pete? F me like a lowly one, sir?"

"Oh..., yes. Fuck yes." He responded as he moved behind her and pushed his cock into her eager pussy. "Wow, Lois. Do you like my prick, darling?"

"Yes..., yes. Fuck me. C***, cum in me."

Surprisingly, it was David who interfered. "No cumming. Time to change. It's time to change positions." I smiled as he persisted. "This time, the women switch. Clockwise."

No one objected. I headed to the bed with Mr. Dawson. Lena moved to Pete on the couch, and Lois moved to my David. "Lie back, Mr. Dawson. Let me suck your prick some. I adore sucking pricks." He smiled as I lay on the bed between his legs and began to perform. I really love sucking pricks. I was getting very efficient at it.

"Hey, infant," Lena said as she moved to Pete. I never hear her use the word infant before this. But, it was clear, she liked being with Pete. She lay back on the loveseat and splayed her legs, "Put that prick inside me, baby. I require to be fucked some more. Fuck me up, Pete."

"All right, sl*t. You want this prick?" He said as he climbed atop her and thrust his prick into her.

In the meantime, my future spouse, my David stated, "On all fours once more. I comprehend you like to be f**ed like a he in heat. Yes, that's it. Fuck indeed, what a tight vagina you have."

I then headed up the bed and straddled Monty. "Do you want me to lower down on your prick, Mr. Dawson? Do you desire me to f you?" He nodded his head yes and promptly placed his prick at my opening. "F..., your prick is so vast. Fuck indeed, yes. Fuck, you feel so fantastic." My hands on his chest I began to ride him with all my strength. He could not hold back. Monty's hands found their way to my breasts and gripped them, not so tenderly. "Do you like my breasts, baby?"

Monty retorted, "F**k indeed. You have such great breasts. Marsha..., Marsha I simply can't stop this time. I..., I am about to emit in your vagina, baby."

I reacted, "Fk indeed. Ejaculate in me. Fuck, you can f me any moment you want. Jesus..., f*k." He then wrapped his arms around me and turned me, tossing me to my back. In the process, his prick had come out of me. He quickly rolled on top of me, grabbed my legs behind my knees, and pushed his dick into me. "Oh, God, you are tough, Mr. Dawson."

"Fk, f, f. Fuck her hard. Fuck her very hard." He repeated. Ramming his penis into me, he fed me thoroughly. "You're such a tart, girl. Such a f* slut. God, oh God, your vagina feels so fantastic. Fuck, here I go. Here I ing go, sh*, here I go!" He discharged his sperm into my vagina. I could feel the heat of his jizz. It was not the first time he had ejaculated in me. But this time it was incredibly remarkable. Maybe it was the other individuals in the room. Maybe it was just because I was so wet, so lubricated. His dick just seemed to match so well as he emitted his male fluid into me.

"I'm cming too. Fucking cming on your penis, Mr. Dawson. God, yes, f. You..., you can f me whenever you desire. Jesus..., f.

We had concluded our activities. My release lined up with Monty's. I sat against the headboard and viewed David thrusting into Lois. David acknowledged me with a wink, "How does that feel, Lois? Do you like my cock inserting into your love spot?"

"Yes, oh yes. Fuck me, David. Fuck me, excellent. F-fuck your penis feels terrific. Holy smokes, I am climaxing, climaxing on your cock, David." Witnessing David, his penis going in and out of Lois's sex hole was exhilarating. I descended to the bed to get a better angle. "Yes, oh yes, David. F-fuck yes."

"Holy cow that's sexy, David. She has an enticing sex hole. Am I correct?"

David nodded his affirmation and reiterated, "Shit, I am approaching my finish. I am going to fill her love spot. Holy cow, fuck, this is happening." Lena and Pete were engaged in coitus at a moderate pace as David ravaged Lois. I approached climax myself, simply by observing him ravish her. David had turned me into a sex fiend - we had all morphed into sex maniacs, and we adored it. We all loved it. "F-fuck, Oh Lord, baby. Here I go, here comes my discharge, Lois. Fuck yes, here I go." There were slapping noises permeating the space as David ended inside Lois, his semen oozing from around his member and down her legs. David had grasped her sides so strongly that I could discern his finger imprints as he evacuated her.

Lena and Pete were still kissing, Pete positioned on top of her. He withdrew from her and squatted on the couch, resuming his thrusting into her, his hands on her upper thighs. "Monty, approach. I see you are still erect. Lena, suck his penis while I screw you." Monty moved to Lena. She wrapped her right hand around his penis and dived in, as Pete resumed his intrusion.

It was David who remarked, "Wow, that's sexy. Lena has transformed into a remarkable slut, hasn't she?"

Lois was resting on the matric and had flopped onto her hands. "Yeah, that's sexy. Nice job there, Lena. Fuck, this is an enjoyable group of people." David smacked her thong and she jumped, exclaiming, "Oh!" In surprise.

I emitted a peal of laughter. David's face beamed with happiness. "Come over, baby."

I communicated, "No, you come here. Come lie beside me while those two gents utilise Lena." He swiftly established himself beside me. We engaged in a passionate kiss while Lena attended to Monty's penis and Pete hammered into her.

"Good gracious. Her love spot is contracting tightly on my penis. Holy cow, she has potent sex muscles," Lois said, interrupting her sucking momentarily.

"Y-yep," she replied, returning to Monty's penis, and it was remarkable the changes Lena had undergone. She really loved this new lifestyle.

"Fuck, Lena. I am about to orgasm." I was astounded by these words from Monty. He had climaxed merely a few minutes earlier and was on the brink of climaxing once more in Lena's mouth. "Fuck, swallow my essences, Lena. God yes, fuck, you devour a superior penis. God yes..., here I go."

Lena was moaning loudly. She climaxed as Monty exploded his male juice into her oral cavity. Pete then climaxed. "F-fuck..., me too. I am going to climax in your pussy, Lena. Here..., here goes. Here goes my cum. Oh God, you possess a delightful..., a delightful cunt. Fuuuuuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" He cried out as he spewed his semen within Lena's canals. It was a magnificent sight. His penis plunged into her physique as semen drenched from around Monty's cock, around his member and down her chin. It was a wild spectacle, and I knew I desired to replicate Lena's deed. Soon. I desired to execute that soon.

Continuation to May December Part 4:

I'm wrapping up this section now. The forthcoming chapter of this story is Lena's to relay, and I am confident the reader will appreciate it. Concerning this evening with the six of us? It was not over. Lena will unveil what occurred next in her story. Stay tuned!

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