(MMFF, MF, oral, exhib, Mdom, pros?)
by Art Martin
Bert makes a deal for some little blue pills and pays for them with Jan's mouth...
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After washing up, Bert suggested that we (him and me that is) go on a walk and check out all the meat on display. With my sandals back on and my towel in hand, we stepped out of the RV and into the sunshine that Florida is famous for. As we walked out onto the road we were passed by an older fellow, bald and very rotund who was walking hand in hand with a little girl who was no more than four. Both were quite au natural without a towel between them, the little girl clutching a rag doll by one arm in her free hand. Bert whispered to me, “What do you think he’s up to?”
“She’s his granddaughter?” I replied.
“Very astute, Kirby! His name is Doc… semi-retired MD. Keeps a huge stock of Viagra around for his friends. Maybe we’ll get some from him. The little split tail is Jenny… I think.”
“I don’t need Viagra,” I replied.
“Neither do I, but we may both need some later tonight.” The subject was dropped when a full bodied MILF strolled past us in all her glory.
A few minutes later we were by one of the sand volleyball pits. A mixed group of teens were having a heated game, so Bert and I stopped for a while to ogle the young teenage girls. Then it was off to the beach by the lake and we ogled more girls and several very nice ladies. Of course there was a fair share of not-so-enticing females, but I tried not to be judgmental. We eventually wound up sitting by the pool, ogling the wet dripping bodies while sipping scotch on the rocks.
Late in the afternoon, we made our way back to the RV. Freda and Jan were still there and they had everything ready for Bert to grill… beef filets, lobster tails and corn on the cob. We fixed yet another drink and went outside to grill up supper. Bert had a gas grill attached to the back bumper of his RV and as we participated in that great American culinary tradition of outdoor grilling, I suddenly became keenly aware of my nudity. Here I was standing around stark naked with another naked man while just a few feet away kids were riding their bicycles and playing in the road. The kids were naked too, but that didn’t help my unease. It’s funny how the mind works sometimes. All day I had been parading around with my cock swinging free; I was uncomfortable at first, that’s to be sure, but later, while strolling around the resort out in the open, it didn’t bother me at all. Suddenly, with just a little concealment behind the RV, I felt… naked.
Later, while we ate outside at the picnic table beside the RV, I felt it again, only more keenly. Sandwiched between two RV’s, it was even more concealed than when standing around the back. Still, I felt it again, this feeling of being exposed… exposed and being watched by unseen disapproving eyes. Once I dug into the delicious meal that we had prepared, the feeling went away. Besides, my attention was drawn across the table to Freda and her incredible tits, that and the fact that she was rubbing my dick under the table with her bare foot while playing innocent.
With a full belly and raging hard-on, I followed Freda into the RV and we made it into the back. Moments later, my cock was buried in her wonderful cunt, enjoying the incredible muscle control she possessed. That woman knew how to fuck! My stamina was great as I had had time to fully recharge, plus the fact that I’d cum a few times just a few hours before. We gave the mattress quite a workout, changing positions every few minutes and rutting away. I don’t know how long we went at it, but finally I collapsed off to the side, drenched in sweat from my exertions. Freda was drenched too and her body glistened in the sunlight streaming through the blinds. I didn’t cum, but she did, several times and I had great time balling her.
After a short rest we stirred from the rumpled bed and went out to join the others. Stepping from the bedroom into the “kitchen-living” area I was surprised to see the old doctor that Bert and I had met earlier walking with the little girl. He was leaning back, his great mass sprawled out on the sofa with one foot on the floor. Between his legs was Jan gobbling his cock. As I passed, his eyes followed me with the same bland facial expression he had when out walking with the little girl. Freda stopped to give him a kiss on the forehead and then a quick suck of his flabby tit.
Leaving Jan and fat doctor to themselves, Freda and I went outside. Bert was at the table playing with the old doctor’s granddaughter and her rag doll, the little girl laughing in delight at Bert’s antics. There on the table were several cardboard sample packs of Viagra. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Jan was in there blowing the good doctor… it was Bert’s quid pro quo for the little blue pills. Jan, having already clearly demonstrated her submissiveness to Bert’s wishes, the fact that she’d do that for Bert really didn’t surprise me. But how far did that go? Was she merely pliable in Bert’s hands or was she now his certified sex slave? I wouldn’t know the answer to that until much later.
After a few minutes, the door opened and the doctor stepped out of the RV, his expression anything but bland. He copped a feel from Freda, gathered his young charge and walked away holding the little girl’s hand. The little girl suddenly broke away and ran up to Bert, giving his thigh a kiss. As she lowered her head into his lap, I thought, ‘Oh, my god! She’s going to…’ But after laying on the quick affectionate peck to his upper thigh, she turned and with her rag doll in hand, ran back to her waiting grandpa.
Regaining my composure, I pushed the stack of Viagra samples and asked Bert, “What do you need this for?”
“It’s going to be long night, Kirby. A very long night. You and I both may need a little boost to the pecker.”
“What are we supposed to do? Take a handful of these things?”
“No, not at all! Do that and you’ll wind up in the hospital in big trouble. One will do quite nicely around ten PM. The others are for some friends and the rest are for my reserve stash.”
It was quite some time before Jan ventured from the RV. I could tell that she wasn’t very happy. Bert didn’t seem to notice and as soon as she was about to sit down, Bert told her to take the pills inside. Obediently, she did just that. By this time it was starting to get dark, even though it wasn’t all that late. None of us had gotten used to going off daylight savings time just yet and it was surprising just how early it was, barely six PM. It was still warm though, so we sat under the canvas canopy illuminated by the glow from a string of chili pepper lights.
In the soft glow of the lights we could be clearly seen, but the shadows were such that what was going on below the table was sufficiently obscured to allow some discrete sexual play. Freda and I sat facing the RV, her tit pressed into my arm as she fondled my cock and balls. On the other side sat Bert and Jan.
“Oh, please, Bert. Not here,” my ex meekly protested.
Bert relied, “You love getting fingered. Just relax and enjoy it.”
“Please, Bert.”
Bert ignored her plea and turned his body towards her. “You know better than to close your legs,” he growled. “That’s better.” As he reached across his body, his arm was moving rapidly. “Now show Kirby how you can cum on my fingers.”
“Bert…” came the distressed whimper. After that she said nothing, but the wet smacking sounds coming from beneath the table said it all. She was wet, very wet and getting wetter. The noises became louder and took on a distinctly lurid character.
In fascination I watched her facial expressions change, from distressed humiliation, to accepting, to hot whore in heat.
“That’s it, cunt. Cum on my fingers. Yeah, baby, you love it, you slut.”
Jan eyes were squeezed shut and she seemed to be in agony as his arm continued to move aggressively. She grabbed Bert and buried her head into his chest, her upper torso quaking as she made little choking sounds. Suddenly Bert stopped thrusting his hand into her cunt.
Pulling his hand above the table, he displayed his open glistening paw, liquid dripping onto the table. He said to me, “I just love it when she squirts like that.” I was dumbfounded. Since when did she do that?
Turning back to Jan, Bert told her, “I want to see Kirby fucking you. C’mon, baby, time for some ex-hubby dick.” He stood and helped her to her feet. In the dim light I could see how wet her legs were, from her inner thighs down past her knees.
Jan was very wobbly on her legs as she mounted the stairs into the RV with Bert behind her to steady her. Freda turned to me and said, “Now that I’ve gotten you nice and hard, do you want to fuck her? Or do you want to fuck me?”
“Uhhhhh…” I hate trick questions, especially the ones with no right answers.
Bert saved me by calling out from the door, “C’mon Kirby, get her while she’s hot.”
Then to Freda he said, “You too, honey. I want a piece of your ass.”
A moment later, we were all back on the bed, with me punching into Jan’s cunt from behind while right next to me, Bert buggered his stacked wife in the ass. I rode Jan high on her back, driving my prong into her G-spot with each hard thrust. A bead of sweat formed along her spine as I fucked her and after only a minute or so, I felt her cunt muscles contracting as she muttered her encouragement like the slut whore she was. “Fuck me, hard. Harder, you bastard! Oooooo, fuck my pussy. I need you to fuck my pussy. Harder! Fuck me with your hard dick. Fuck me, fuck me…” I did my best and she howled out her pleasure. Freda too was talking nasty as Bert sodomized her.
I guess I had sufficiently recharged my prostate to shoot a load cum into Jan’s cunt. Bert too got his rocks off in his wife’s rectum. He unceremoniously pulled out, shoved her over and then left the bedroom. I knew it would be a while before I got it up again, so I followed him back outside where we sat around sipping his scotch and chatted about the Buccaneer’s prospects for getting into the NFL playoffs.
He rubbed his temples and complained that, “I really need to get off the fucking booze.” That surprised me as he didn’t seem all that drunk, but then again, we’d been drinking all day since before lunch.
As for me, I had certainly grossly exceeded my self-imposed limit of two drinks per day and what with all the sex, I wondered just how long I would last tonight. “Man, I think I’m ready to hit the sack,” I commented.
“Forget that!” Bert replied. “We’re going to the dance.”
“What dance?”
“Every Saturday, we have a dance here. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Shit, I don’t know if I can handle it.”
“You’ll handle it alright. I’ve got the little blue pills and I’ve got some coffee inside.”
I followed Bert back inside where he set about making a fresh pot of coffee. Meanwhile, I could hear the water running. A moment later, Jan stumbled out of the tiny bath with a towel wrapped around her head and disappeared into the back bedroom.
Bert and I had two cups of strong Cuban-style coffee. You could cut the stuff with a knife! Still the high octane jolt of caffeine really did the trick. I may have not absolutely felt great, but I wasn’t dragging ass like I was outside.
Bert excused himself to take a shower. Not needing to dress or even comb his shaved head, and perfectly content with drip drying, he was ready to go in two minutes. I followed suit and after a few minutes joined Bert back outside where we waited and waited for the ladies to make their appearance. Apparently not needing to get dressed, takes just as long as getting dressed, but they both looked great with their hair perfectly done, wearing nothing but gaudy beads, belly chains about their hips and rhinestone studded flip flops. Bert and I slipped on our sandals, the girls grabbed our towels and we were off into the moonlit night.
To be continued...
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