    Title: Milton
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: June Hunter is in charge of a company, now that her husband passed
    away. And her main problem is her step-daughters promiscuous lifestyle. She has a hard
    time dealing with it, until Milton falls into her lap.
    Keywords: M/F, M/FF, size

It felt great to get home, as the taxi turned out of the passenger pick-up area in front of O'Hare International Airport. I've been gone for three days, and made a great business deal for my company, a multi-million dollar deal. It was suppose to be a five day trip, but my sales pitch was perfect, as I landed the account. My late husband would be proud. Here I am, thirty-nine, and widowed. No children of my own, but I do have a twenty-three year old step-daughter, Rachel. She is just getting her feet wet in the company, now that she graduated from college. I married her father when she was only five, and I was a young and naive twenty-two year old college grad. Leroy was good. He was twenty-some years my senior, and a widower. His first wife died when Rachel was barely a year old in a car accident.

Leroy started this company when he was in his mid-twenties. He had two partners, both of whom he bought out by the time he was thirty-four. Then he married, had Rachel, and became a widower by the time he was forty.

He hired me as an intern. Not sure why, but he became infatuated with me, and soon was dating me. Of course, since I was a tall, light skinned redhead, with ample breasts, and he was a big black man, he probably wanted some white meat. His first wife was white as well, not that it matters.

Leroy took me not only as his wife and lover, but also his business associate. By the time I was thirty-four, I knew more about the business than most men. Which was good, since Leroy died just past my thirty-seventh birthday. God how I miss him! His warm embrace, his charm, and of course, his cock.

The taxi pulled up in front of my home, and I got out, as the driver did likewise to retrieve my two suitcases from the trunk. I paid him the fare, and tipped him well, which he thanked me for. I didn't even bother watching him pull away, as I walked up the sidewalk to my two-story Tudor-style brick home. Leroy built it for me. Five bedrooms, a fireplace in one of the two living rooms, which also served my master bedroom upstairs above it.

I noticed a car in the drive, an older Buick. Recognized it, but just not knowing from where. Rachel drives a small blazer, but I assumed it was in the four-car garage. I didn't bother ringing the bell or knocking, as I took out my key and unlocked the front door. Entering, the lights were on, but no one in the main living room. I thought nothing of it, as I made my way to the stairs, and headed up to my room, still carrying my bags.

Halfway up, I heard it, the sound I knew from years ago, but haven't experienced since the passing of my man. The soft moans of a female, and the grunting of a male, with light conversation added in. I smiled, Rachel must have a lover over. Didn't blame her, really. After all, she is legally of age. But then, I noticed it came from my own room, now that is another story.

I went to the door of my room, and looked in. Yeah, I expected to see Rachel and some guy getting it on. I wasn't expecting to see Rachel on her hands and knees, and a guy at each end, fucking her mouth and cunt with wild abandon.

From their loud grunting, and quickened pace of their thrusts, I knew that the two men were about to unload. And I recognized both as working in my company. The guy in Rachel’s mouth was Phil Adams. He's about thirty-three, medium build, white and now I know he has an impressive piece of manhood. Phil works in my shipping department.

The other is Rod Starnes. He works in production as one of my on floor supervisors. He's a big guy, at over six-four, and close to two-hundred fifty pounds of black manhood. And his manhood was stretching my step-daughters cunt beyond belief. After what seemed like an eternity, both men grunted loudly, and moaned and stiffened, as they flooded their respective holes they were using at the same time.

Phil smiles, and high fives Rod, saying "Oh man, that is good."

Rod chuckles, saying "Hell yeah."

Both men looked surprised as hell, with the deer-in-the headlight look as I started clapping, saying "It had damn well better be."

Not sure which one, but one said "Oh shit." as they dove off the bed, grabbed their pants, and struggled to put them on, as my very surprised step-daughter rolled onto her back, a look of fright in her pretty face, as she clutched the sheet and covered herself with it.

The two men were stuck in the door frame, trying to get through it, as I just rolled my eyes, saying "Slow down boys, before you both get hurt." They didn't slow down, as they went out and down the stairs at a full trot. I turned to Rachel, "Rachel darling, you're of age. You can fuck who you please when you please. But, NOT IN MY FUCKING BED!"

She meekly replied "Yes mom."

"Where's Anna?" I asked, that being our maid.

"I sent her home for the day." She was getting to her feet, still covered with the sheet.

I heard the Buick in the drive start up, engine racing, and a squeal of rubber, followed by a crash. I cringed, and went out of the room and across the hall to another bedroom overlooking the front of the house. Looking I wasn't sure if I should be laughing or mad, as who ever was driving plowed right over my mailbox.

I sighed, and turned and saw Rachel sneaking out of my room. "Stop right there." She froze, as I came out into the hall where she was standing. I grabbed a part of the sheet she was still covered in, and pulled it off of her. I checked her over, her small brown tits were covered with a coating of cum, and her shaved cunt was glazed over, as a slimy trail of cum was running down the inside of her thigh. "Since you sent Anna home, you can change my bed linens. Then, take a shower, and get your scrawny ass to the office."

She ran off to her room, as I turned and went back downstairs to retrieve my baggage. I was a bit miffed. How was I going to handle her screwing the company staff? I took my bags upstairs to my room, finding my bed already stripped. I started putting things away, as I heard Rachel start her shower up. Then it hit me. Seeing her in action with Phil and Rod, I was horny as hell. I suddenly realized my pussy was damp from excitement. Now I was thinking as I put things away, it has been a long time since I've had any sex. Didn't think I missed it that bad, until now.

I decided I had better get to the office, before Rachel does. So quickly changing, I headed to the garage and headed to the office, after hollering upstairs to her to tell her where I was heading to. It takes about an hour to get to the plant. Today had heavier traffic, and it took me an additional twenty minutes. Pulling into the parking lot, I spied the Buick that was sitting in my driveway, rear window cracked where something big hit it. Oh shit, I thought, forgot to pick up the mailbox.

Parked the Caddy in my spot, and went to the entrance. Walked in, and heads turned. They didn't seem shocked that I was back already from my trip. I passed my secretary, saying "Get my managers in here now. And also, inform Misters Adams and Starnes to report here and wait until I'm ready to talk to them both. And when Rachel gets here, send her in."

I heard a scared "Yes Mrs. Hunter." as her reply, as I went into my office and opened my briefcase.

Soon there was a knock on the door, and I said "Come in." Three men came in, all about my age. "Well guys, I've got some good news." My smile must have reassured them, as they all took a collective brief sigh at once. For the next thirty minutes, I explained what had transpired on my business trip. Rachel showed up half-way through. She was looking a bit uneasy, as I smiled at her. I closed the meeting giving out orders to my managers, then by handing a pile of papers to Rachel, and saying "Rachel, go over these, and make copies." They all got up to go, and I said "Robert, please stay."

The shorter of the three men stopped, and got a nervous look on his face, and the others looked at him questionably, including Rachel. The door closed behind the three that left, and I said "Sit down, Robert." Robert had started with Leroy as a worker. He's now my head plant operator. Smart kid, even though no college. He's also in pretty good shape, as are most of my factory workers.

I decided to get to the point, as I said with a stone face, "So Robert, how long has Rachel been screwing the staff?" He swallowed hard, and had a nervous look on his face, as I added "Don't worry, I'm a big girl, I can take it."

"Well Mrs. Hunter, probably not long after she started here." I sat back in my chair. Rachel had been working here since high school.

"Since high school?" He shook his head nervously, as I asked "Well, did Leroy know?"

He fidgeted a bit, before answering, "Yeah, pretty sure he did."

"Really? How?"

"He, um, caught her with me one evening. In the stock room." Now this is a revelation. I sighed, and shook my head.

Not sure why I asked "Any one here that hasn't slept with her?"

He tried unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh, as he said "Some."

"But not too many?" He shook his head no. Shit, I've about a hundred employees. "Well, wouldn't be fair to fire the two I caught today, huh?" He didn't answer, and I was silent for a moment, before asking "Did you two do it any other times?"

"A few, not too many. I got married not long after that." He replied. Well, at least he's faithful.

"Tell me, what do the rest of the work force think of her?"

"Well, the men adore her. The women...." he trailed it off. Yeah, I would expect so.

"So, my step-daughter is a nympho." He didn't answer, good for him. I laughed, "Stopping her would probably destroy company morale." He smiled, and I added, "Go ahead, we all need to laugh, Robert." He chuckled, and I asked "Any suggestions? Besides using her as a prize for production goals?"

He laughed, and so did I. He hadn't a clue on how to handle Rachel, and he told me so. I dismissed him, and he left, as I sat back in my chair and thought about things. Oh shit, the two lovers of the moment. I hit my intercom, saying "Shelly."

"Yes Mrs. Hunter?"

"Send in Misters Adams and Starnes, please."

The door opened shortly there after by Shelly, and my two daughter fuckers entered, both looking rather meek. I barely looked up from my paperwork, as I sternly said "There's parts of my mailbox laying all over the place on my property. You two will clock out, get your sorry ass's to my place and fix it at once." I loved the scared looks on their faces, as I added, "And report to me in the morning when you both arrive." They looked at me nervously, as I said "Well" Get going!" A repeat of the earlier adventure from before, both trying to get out the door at the same time. I sighed, and shook my head, fuckin unbelievable. I saw Shelly stand and come close the door to my office, as I sat back and thought.

Not sure how long I sat there. Wasn't doing much. People would come in and ask questions, and I would give answers. Quitting time is five, even for office staff. I hit the intercom, saying "Shelly, inform Miss. Hunter I desire her presence."

A few moments later, Rachel came through the door, and took a seat. She looked distraught, as I just stared at her. "So, I hear you're a popular girl about the place." Her lower lip quivered, and she tilted her face downward. "Don't look down, damn it!" Her face jerked up, and I saw a tear sliding down her face. I stood, and walked about the big desk, "Well, seems I found out something that has been hidden from me for quite a few years." Silence, as I walked behind her, making sure the door was shut tight. "Not sure what to do about this. Yes, you're old enough now to pick and choose who and how many you want to sleep with, I won't deny you that. And, from what I hear, you even help the morale of the work force."

I heard her swallow hard, as I chuckled to myself. Sighing, I then said "For starters, I want you to remember a few things. First and foremost, no sex while on the clock. I ain't paying our employees to enjoy your body. Second, definitely no married men. I don’t want a lawsuit. Third," I got up right behind her, and brought my face to the side of her head, saying "If you ever fuck another man in my bed again, none of this," I waved my hands about me, "Will ever be yours."

I stood, and went back to my seat, "Really, you've got it good. I'm not coming down on you too hard. Probably not as hard as I should." She looked at me, as I added "However, you will be accompanying me on all trips from now on. I don't think I want to take the chance of the whole plant taking turns fucking your brains out." She winced at my words.

"I also want you to curb your appetite for sex." She frowned. "No, you don't have to stop. Save it, maybe use it as reward. Hell, might as well use your body for some good use, other than a fuck toy." She had a hurt look on her face, and I asked "What?" I sighed, "I'm sorry, that wasn't nice of me to say."

She brushed back a tear, saying "No, you're probably right. It's just, well, I want to be loved. And the guys, they all want sex."

"Yes, they do. But, you have to use that to your advantage. And, you have to pick better guys." I laughed, "Let's face it, most of these guys here aren't the brightest things to come down the street."

She chuckled, saying "You got that right."

"So, no more screwing the hired help so often?" She nodded her head yes. I smiled at her, saying, "Good." The intercom rang, and I said "Yes."

"Mrs. Hunter, you've a meeting scheduled with the Westside Business Associates at the Mall this evening."

"Thanks Shelly." I forgot about that, as I then said "Go on home, and have dinner. I'll probably be late."

She stood, as I gathered my things I wanted to take home. Soon I was on the road, heading for the mall. It was a monthly thing in the conference room there, and I always attend. Parked and went inside and found the room half-empty, but stayed anyway. Talked to a few other business owners, nothing new, just the same old shit.

I was walking out into the mall towards the fountains, when it happened. A small child was standing on the edge of the wall around the fountain, about a foot off the ground, and he was making sounds and throwing things. His mother was telling him to stop, but he wasn't. A large male was sitting on the bench, and it seemed the child was throwing things at him. The guy was reading, and I was amazed he wasn't getting annoyed at the child, or the little brats mother. Then it happened, the child slipped and fell backwards into the pool of the fountain. The kid screamed, the mother screamed, and the big guy stood up, and up, and up. I was in shock, as he was probably close to seven-feet tall, and huge! He shouted out "Is he okay?"

The mother, after pulling her wet child out of the pool, as people rushed forward, screamed back, "You bastard, you pushed him in!" Before I could say anything, she was swinging wildly at him, and he was doing his best to cover himself up. A crowd had gathered, and soon two mall security cops showed up, as she's cussing at the poor man, wailing away, saying the asshole hurt her child.

One of the officers raised a baton, and clubbed the guy on the head, that's when I had enough, approaching and saying "Enough." Two of my associates, Mr. Hank Bowers and Mr. Steve Jones rushed in, trying to stop the cops from hitting the guy anymore. More mall security, and the place was bedlam. My fellow business men, as well as the kid that was bleeding profusely from his head, were all handcuffed as the regular Chicago police soon showed up.

We were all taken into the security area, and questioning started. The poor kid was about out of it, as paramedics showed up and wanted to take him to the hospital. He refused, as I heard him say he just got into town and didn't even have a job. After an hour, and a great security video replay being shown, thank god for modern security cameras, the Mall management were soon doing their hardest to comfort the guy. The Chicago police were filing charges against the mall cops, and the lady that started it all, and I volunteered to take the kid to the hospital, with the management saying they would call and make arrangements.

The poor kid, he looked like shit. Clothes all torn, dried blood all over his clothes and body. I held his hand as we walked to my car, and finally asked "What's your name, son."

"Um, Milton, Milton Clows, ma'am."

We got to my Cadillac, and I opened the door for him, as I asked "Where do you live?"

"Um, I just got into town, haven't found a place yet."

I closed the door, as he held the bandages in place, and came around and got in and started up. He was hurt pretty good. At least three lacerations on his scalp, from what the paramedics said. He was silent most of the way there, and when we did get there, I had already made my decision. I helped him out at the Emergency Entrance, and we went inside. An attendant came over, saw the bloodied head and clothes, and said "You must be the guy from the mall."

He nodded slightly, and I said "I'll stick around, if you don’t mind."

A nurse came up, and said "Bring him this way." She looked at me, "Are you next of kin?"

I said "He's no kin in the area, I'm just a friend."

She said "You can wait in the waiting room." rather bluntly. I took a seat, and waited.

After about an hour, a doctor came out, with the nurse from earlier, and pointed my way. He came over and I stood, as I asked "How is he?"

He replied, "He'll be fine. It took sixty stitches to close the wounds. However, we were wanting to keep him overnight for observation, but he refuses to do so."

I sighed, "Let me talk to him."

He smiled, and guided me to where he was. A curtain was drawn back, and I had to stifle a laugh, as I said to the doctor, "Looks like you could use longer gurney's."

He laughed, "Yeah, he's a big one."

I went to his side, and his eyes were open partially, as I said "I hear they want to keep you overnight?"

"Yeah, but I really need to find a place to stay."

I motioned to the doctor to leave us, and I took a seat, "Milton, it would be best if you just stay here for the night. Okay?"

He looked at me with a sad face, and sighed, "Well, okay."

I said "Good, I'll tell the doctor, then I'll see you up in your room. Okay?" He nodded his head yes, and I stepped away and looked around the curtain, nodding to the doctor. He smiled, and said something to a nurse, who picked up the phone.

The doctor approached me, and said "Mrs.?"

"Hunter, Mrs. June Hunter."

He stuck out his hand, and I shook it as he said "I'm Dr. Morgan. Are you a friend of Mr. Clows."

I laughed, "Just met him at the mall." He looked at me strangely, and I said "Long story, doctor. So, I take it he'll be okay?"

"Oh yeah, he'll be in room four-ten in probably twenty minutes. If you want to go see him."

"Yes, he told me he's new in town. And after what happened to him, the poor guy needs a break. So thought I would help him some."

"Very well, we're holding him for observation. He took a nasty head wound. I'm surprised he stayed conscious looking at it."

"No skull fractures then?" I asked.

He said "No, x-rays showed nothing out of the ordinary."

I smiled, saying thanks, and made my way to the elevator and his room for the night.

I got there just after they wheeled him in, and I went on in after the nurse left. I smiled, saying "Hi there." He smiled weakly, and waved his hand a bit and waved slightly. I grabbed a chair and opened my purse, saying "Well Milton, looks like your first night in the big city is all paid for." He laughed, then cringed in pain. I asked "Where you from, anyway?"

"Nebraska, small town near Chadron." He replied.

I laughed, "Chadron's a small town! You're really from the sticks." He smiled, as I asked another question, "So, why did you come to Chicago?"

"To try finding a job." he said, with a sad look on his face.

"What did you do in Nebraska for work?"

"I worked at the co-op. But they went belly-up last month."

"You've family back in Nebraska?"

"Yes ma'am. A brother. He's a few years younger than me. And an aunt, he's staying with her for the time being."

"So, you want a job?" He nodded his head yes. "And in need of a place to stay?" A positive nod again. "How did you get here?"

"I drove, got a pick-up. It's back at that mall."

"Do you know the license plate number? And where is it parked?"

"Um, it's parked out by the restaurant, a steak place?"

"I'll find it. Did they give you your possessions back?"

"Yeah, all in a plastic bag."

"Are your clothes in the truck?" He nodded his head yes. I smiled, saying "I'll get it and some clothes for you tomorrow. When they discharge you, I'll pick you up. Okay?"

He smiled, and said "Thank you." Then he asked "Um, can you tell me something?"

I said "Sure, what is it?"

"Well, what's your name?"

I about died, I hadn't introduced myself. "June Hunter, you can call me June." I stood, saying "They probably gave you some good pain killers. I'll leave you and let you rest. I'll be up tomorrow morning, okay?" I started to go, before remembering I needed the keys to his truck. I retrieved them from his locker, and I was on my way.

Once out of the hospital and in my car, I had my cell phone out and dialing a number. First I called a friend that owned a wrecker service, and had him meet me at the mall. It took ten minutes to find his truck. Not hard to find, an old Ford one-ton. Looked to be as old as Milton. I had it towed to my place, and followed it there. While on my way, I called home and talked to Rachel, who was worried as she was wondering where I was. It was well past ten in the evening, and she was wondering what had happened. I told her I would explain once I was home.

I had the truck parked in the drive, and was happy to see my mailbox, rather a new mailbox, was now up. Got out and thanked the tow-truck driver, paid him the bill, and opened up the truck. It was jammed full of one young guys worldly possessions. Three suitcases, four grocery sacks containing what-not, and a overnight bag. Rachel came out, and as we carried things in, as I explained what happened.

So, the next morning we were up early, at five. I had Rachel go through his suitcase to get some clothes for him to wear. When she started looking at his clothes, she asked "How big is he, mom?"

I laughed, "Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. He's about seven-foot tall, and every pound of two-seventy." Her jaw dropped in amazement, as she picked out a pair of jeans, and a shirt, as she mumbled something about his wardrobe not containing too much variety. I reminded her he was from a very rural area, and she joked that it showed. I left a note for Anna to get one of the spare rooms ready, and got ready to leave.

So, off to the hospital, and Rachel to the factory. Milton was just finishing breakfast, as I entered. He smiled, saying "Good morning June."

I returned the smile, as I placed the bag of clothes on his bed, saying "Good morning. Any word on time of discharge?"

He shook his had saying "No ma'am. Not yet. The nurse said not until the doctor clears me."

I took a seat, saying "Well, that could be anytime." I looked at his plate, cleaned off to the last crumb. "Looks like you ate well this morning."

"Yeah, it was good food." He was beaming. I was shocked, hospital food tasting good?

He was fidgeting, and I asked "You okay?"

"Um," he lowered his voice, "Need to go, um."

I chuckled, "Okay, you need help getting to stand up?"

"No, should be okay, except, well, this gown is sort of revealing."

I blushed, "Oh, okay." I stood, and grabbed the curtain, and enclosed his area, saying "Go ahead." He looked at me with a shocked look on his face, as I stood there smiling. Then he shrugged and uncovered his body, and it was now my turn to be shocked. I kept the slight smile on my face, as he swung his legs out off the bed. The gown did cover his privates, but it didn't help. His manhood was swinging against the front of his gown, and although he was soft, it had to be a good six or seven inches in length and very thick. I was wondering how big it gets when aroused. He made his way to the bathroom, and I heard him go pee.

A flush was heard, and soon he was coming out, his pecker still bulging out the gown in front of him. He climbed back under the covers, just as a nurse came in, saying "Oh good Mr. Clows, you ate everything." She turned to me, saying "That's a good sign. If he had any major head problems, he wouldn't have had an appetite."

Another nurse showed up, pushing a cart, and I asked "Any idea when he'll be discharged?"

She smiled, taking me by my arm, and guiding me out of the room, saying "As soon as the doctor gets here and signs the release."

I heard the other nurse say "Time for your sponge bath, Mr. Clows."

The one I was talking to, asked "Are you related to him?"

I chuckled, "No, not at all."

She exhaled, "Okay."

Taking a guess, I asked "So she won the job, huh?"

She grinned, as we heard a soft "Oh my!" coming from behind the curtain. She then said in a voice low enough not to be heard by Milton or the nurse, "ER told us last night that he had some exceptional equipment. And well, since the Mall is paying for everything, we do want him to leave clean."

I laughed, "Well, hope she gets every inch done."

She giggled, as Dr. Morgan approached. The nurse smiled and said "Good morning Doctor."

He smiled as he grabbed the chart that was hanging on the wall, asking "Any problems?

"No sir." she replied.

He glanced into the room, and smirked, saying "I'll sign him out now, you can get him dressed after the winner gets him washed up. I am putting him on light duty, no work or driving for the next few days. If he has any problems, bring him in."

She blushed, as he grinned at me. "Thank you doctor." I said.

"Sure thing Mrs. Hunter."

He signed a paper, and turned and left. The nurse that I had talked to had went and joined her comrade, and I waited outside for a few seconds before saying what the heck, and entered the room. I peeked around the curtain, and Milton was sitting up, the washing nurse washing off his back, as the other nurse was doing his feet. And he had a very small washcloth covering a very big organ. I asked "Did you tell him?"

The head nurse replied "Oh yes. As soon as we're done, he can get dressed." She had a wicked grin on her face, and I just smiled. I entered all the way and picked up the bag that I had brought, and opened it up, pulling out a shirt, boxers, jeans, and socks. I then went to his storage closet, and opened it, pulling out his bag. I took out the contents, which of course were covered with blood. Saw his shoes on the bottom of the closet, and picked them up and brought them over. Glanced over, and admired his organ again. Damn thing was huge, as were his balls too. Each one had to be the size of a tennis ball.

"Well Milton, here are your clothes. I'll sit on the other side of the curtain so you can get dressed once these nurses are through."

I moved to the other side, catching my breath, seeing that set he has had taken my breath away, and I didn't even know it. Five minutes later, the nurses were done, and I heard Milton getting out of the bed with their help. They even helped him get dressed, causing me to chuckle. I wondered which one tucked in his massive balls.

Soon, they opened the curtains, and there stood Milton. I smiled, standing and saying "Well Milton, time to go."

He smiled, and I held his arm as we left the room. After checking out downstairs, we went to my Caddy, and were soon on the way to my home. On the walk to the car, I noticed he was still a bit weak, and asked if he was okay. He assured me he was, although a bit light headed. We didn't say much in the car, and I was still thinking about what I had seen in his room, and I could feel my crotch getting wet. My mind was racing, saying I shouldn't be getting all hot and bothered about this guy, as he's younger than Rachel.

Once at home, I helped him inside, and Anna met us in the living room. She went and got the bag that contained the rest of his belongings, as I showed him the house. He had a look of amazement the whole time, and when I showed him the guest bedroom, he sputtered out, "Damn, this is as big as half my house in Nebraska!"

I smiled, and told him to unpack, then we could talk over lunch. That will give him an hour. I turned and went downstairs, and passed Anna as she took his things upstairs. She returned shortly, and I told her the whole story. She shook her head in amazement, saying the cruelty of others and other things, before adding things in her native tongue of Spanish.

Anna is a good sixteen years older than I. A widow, all three of her kids are grown, and she has worked for us since before I married Leroy. Her youngest daughter Maria is a close friend of Rachel. Leroy even paid for Maria to attend the same schools as Rachel, and they're still close.

Anna stands maybe five foot-one inch, and is probably that big around. But she's a wonderful maid, and great to have around. As we waited for Milton, we talked about Rachel. Seems she knew all about Rachel's sexual escapades, but was afraid of telling me. Why am I the last to know?

Milton eventually made it downstairs, and stood next to Anna. He dwarfed the large Hispanic woman, and she muttered a few things in Spanish, as she glanced at the large bulge in the front of his jeans. Milton said he wanted to get something from behind the seat of his truck, and he headed for the door.

Once he was out of ear shot, Anna says "He's huge!"

I laughed, "Yeah, pretty big, huh?"

She blurted out "He's probably even bigger than Leroy." She realized what she had just said, and her eyes bulged out and she quickly covered her mouth.

I was stunned at first, as what she just said took awhile to sink in. She looked at me, with a scared look on her face. Well, I knew my late husband was fond of Anna but not that fond. She was working for him long before I met him. Her husband died not long after Leroy and I were married. I chuckled, opened my arms, and hugged her tightly, saying "Shit Anna, I should have known."

"You aren't mad?"

"No, Leroy always wore me out. I always suspected he was getting some more on the side. Just didn't know where." I let go of her, saying "Well, I've got to get to work as well." I kissed her forehead, and headed on to work, saying bye to Milton as I passed him in the drive.

Work was interesting. Seems Rachel told everyone about our new house guest. I just smiled, and took care of business. Talked briefly to my two mail-box smasher’s. No, I didn't fire them, and then I made a few phone calls. One was to Hank Bowers, who was at the mall with me yesterday when this all happened. After telling him who I was, he first asked about Milton. I explained all to him, about his current employment status, about the extent of his injuries, and that I am currently having him stay at my place. I didn't tell him about the size of his cock!

I quickly got to the point, the reason I was calling. Hank runs a construction company. Mainly road work for the state and county. So, I asked him if he could use an employee. He laughed, saying that since I was providing Milton a place to stay, that it would only seem right that Hank should give him a job. He explained he doesn't really have an opening, at least one that pays well, but he could use a guy to run errands and such. And since Milton's a big boy, he probably could help out in some manual labor as well. I told him he shouldn't be working for at least a few days, since he does have a head injury, and Hank understood.

So, I was feeling mighty proud of myself. I'm letting a young man down on his luck to live in my house, and I got him a job to boot. I had thought about having him work in my factory, but decided this would be better. I called Rachel in, and told her I found Milton a job. She smiled, and returned to work.

Jump ahead ten days. It's Saturday, and Milton is doing well. He started work for Hank two days after I called him. Hank called yesterday, to tell me that Milton is working out great. He reported that he's a lot smarter than he looks, something that Rachel and I had already found out during dinner conversations that have occurred since his arrival. He has been real pleasant to have around, and he's actually has done some work about the place.

And then there's Rachel. I've noticed as each day goes by that Rachel is flirting more and more with the boy. And I've found I've been guilty of that as well. And it seems like we've been in competition over his attention. No real good examples, really. Just that it seems each of us is always trying to draw his attention to ourselves. And I noticed as each day passes, the hornier I was getting.

It was very warm on this particular Saturday. I had already went and worked out in our gym in the basement and had taken a shower. Then, I picked out a book, went out into the backyard and swam a few laps in the pool, before sitting down in the shade to pursue my choice of reading material.

A short while later, Rachel comes out wearing her string bikini, and I looked up to see she had a hell of a smile on her face. I sighed, asking "You didn't?"

She looked at me, stunned. Then she laughed, "No, I didn't, mom. But I sure the hell wanted too."

I laughed, "Really?"

"Come off it mom, so do you." I turned red, as she sat on the lounge chair next to me,, her eyes rolling up in her head knowing she was right, as she added "And after what I just saw, I really do want to try him out."

Okay, I'm curious, "What did you just see?"

She giggled, "Well, I knew he was up, I heard him in his shower. So, I got up and went to the kitchen. As I passed his bedroom, the door was opened a crack." She grinned, "So I peaked in."

"And? What did you see?"

"From my angle, I could see the mirror in his bathroom, and in the reflection, I could see the glass doors of the shower. And even though it was glazed, I could see him jacking his cock off."

I broke out laughing, saying "Well, guess he is a bit horny, huh?"

"But you should have seen it!" Her eyes bugged out, as she said "It looked to be as long as my forearm, and almost as thick."

First I thought she was joking, but she nodded her head yes. I thought back to the hospital room. I thought he was erect when the nurses were giving him his sponge bath. Obviously he wasn't all the way there quite yet. "Damn!" was all I could say.

"Mom?"

"Yeah Rachel?"

"Um, are you wanting to try him out?"

I laughed, "There's enough cock there, that we both could try him out." I saw her grin, and I said "Okay, you want first shot?" She shook her head yes enthusiastically. My turn to roll my eyes, saying, "Very well. But be discreet."

I heard the back door open, and out walked Milton. "Good morning Milton."

He smiled, and came over to us, sitting on the chair. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt. Rachel asked "You know Milton, you can swim if you like."

He stammered out "Well, um, I don't have a swim suit."

I couldn't believe what I blurted out, as I heard my own voice say quite cheerfully, "Well, the back yard is secluded, just go naked."

I heard Rachel chuckle, as he had a stupefied look on his face. I'm sure he was wondering if I was joking or not. And I wasn't too sure about it myself. He started to stutter something, and then he even looked more in shock, as I heard Rachel move off her lounge chair. Turning my head, there she was, already out of her bikini top, her firm and proud thirty-eight c's jutting out with long hard nipples, as she was bending over and pushing her bottoms down below her knees, letting them fall to the patio, and stepping out of them.

She looked up at Milton, and smiled, saying "There, maybe you'll be more comfortable if you're not the only one nude." She went on to the pool, and dove in and swam easily to the other end.

His mouth was hanging open, and I laughed, "Well, go on boy. Get those shorts and your shirt off and jump in!"

He was quickly on his feet, and quickly out of his clothes, his muscular ass in my line of sight, as he dove in and swam the length of the pool. He surfaced at the other end, and I heard Rachel say "Well, that wasn't bad, now was it?"

He laughed, saying "No, not at all."

They started chatting away, and floating about the pool, as I returned to my book. I eventually heard someone getting out of the pool, and looked up to see it was Milton. The water ran down his large body, dripping off his joints, and especially the big joint that was hanging between his thighs. The damn thing wasn't even hard, and it was a good seven inches. He looked at me, and grinned, saying "Got to go potty."

I smiled back, and resumed reading, as I heard Rachel climb out of the pool, and came to her lounge chair next to mine and then sitting down next to me. She wasn't even settled in, when she said "I think he's a virgin."

I giggled, put down my book, and asked "Now how the hell did you come up with that conclusion?"

She smiled slyly, "I asked if he ever had a girlfriend, and he said yeah, he has had a few, but they never lasted."

"So? What makes you think that qualifies him as a virgin?"

"He said all the girls he went out with said he was too big. When I asked was it because he's so tall and heavy, he said no, because his manhood was too big." She was drooling when she said that.

"So, did you feel it?" I asked, jokingly.

"Yeah, it's huge. I thought about getting him hard, but only after a few seconds of holding it, he said he needed to go pee."

"Well, why don't you go help him out?" I said, smiling.

She obviously knew what I meant, as she replied, "But what about you? You okay with that?"

Grinning, I said "Like I said before, there's plenty there for both of us. I'll join you in a bit." She grinned back, as she headed off to the patio door of the house, opening it and stepping inside, winking at me before she disappeared.

I laughed, and went back to reading my book. I finished three chapters before I finally put it down. I sat for a moment, wondering how Rachel is handling Milton. I noticed the desire in my loins, as my hand fell to the crotch of my one-piece bathing suit. I closed my eyes, and leaned back, my fingers tracing the outline of my womanhood through the thin fabric. All the while, I was thinking of Milt and his large staff, wondering what it would feel like as it was first thrusted into my hungry pussy.

I stood, ready to jump into the pool and cool off, when I stopped and thought about it. I smiled inside, as I peeled off my suit and looked myself over. My breasts weren't as big as Rachel's, nor as firm. But they had large brown areolas, and my nipples were longer and thicker than hers. I looked at my pussy, a matting of pubic hair that was neatly trimmed into an upside down triangle. Reaching down, I found I was wet, no surprise there, as thinking about how Milton's meat would feel as it glided in and out of my cunt had really gotten my libido pumping.

I jumped in, the cool water giving my body a shock, and the sensation on my hot pussy was rather intense. I swam to the other end and back, before climbing up the ladder and walking to the chair. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my nude body. Then I picked up my book and suit and headed for indoors.

I closed the door behind me, and listened. No sound was heard as I walked through the kitchen and living room and the stairs up to the bedrooms. At the foot of the stairs, I heard it. The soft guttural grunts of two people having sex. I smiled, as I walked up the stairs, and down the hall. As I passed my room, I chuckled, nice to see she wasn't doing someone on my bed this time, although at the moment I wouldn't have cared. Not since I was planning on joining them.

At her bedroom, I found the door open and I looked inside. There was Rachel flat on her belly, her legs hanging down off the bed, and Milton squatted down and his white hands holding onto her chocolate hips, as he sawed his massive post in and out of her pink cunt. Each thrust made her body jump forward a good foot, making her grunt with lust. Her wet hair was a mess, and both of them were covered with sweat.

I approached him from behind, and he jumped at first as I wrapped my arms about his large waist, and pressed my titties against his backside. Rachel stammered out, "Oh god, don't fucking stop!" He had turned his head and was looking over his shoulder, and I blew him a kiss as I humped his backside, letting him know he had better do as she requested.

He got the message and started fucking her again, even picking up the pace a little more. Rachel moaned, and then cried out "Oh shit!" as she came hard as he kept on plowing her horny cunt. I dropped to my knees behind him, and flicked my tongue across the back of his massive balls.

I was amazed at their size, as I alternated kissing them and watching his prick invade Rachel's once tight twat. Her dark pussy lips were covered with a glaze of their combined juices, and I reached up and wiped some off, and licked my finger, tasting them both.

I had to have some of this cock, and I was soon diddling my own clit with one hand, while the other did Rachel's, still tonguing his massive nut sack. If Rachel knew it was me rubbing her clit, she didn't care, as soon she was moaning loudly. And when she came again, Milt let out a roar, as he stiffened as his seed flooded her birth canal. The sight of his leaking load helped push me over the edge, as I cried out as well. Milton pulled out and turned around, before sitting on the edge of the bed. I watched in amazement as large globs of his cum came draining out of Rachel's dilated cunt. I muttered out loudly, "Damn, you must have shot a gallon in her."

Rachel giggled, lifting her head and looking over her back at me, saying "And that was the third time." She was grinning, and I was in shock. I was amazed that he had already came three times. I looked at him, he now was leaning back on his elbows, his softening cock still sort of pointing to the ceiling. I moved over to it, and grasped it by wrapping both hands about the slimy shaft of it. He smiled at me, and I at him, as I licked his shaft, cleaning his healthy meat of the sex it had accumulated with their earlier couplings.

It twitched in my hand, although a twitch is definitely an understatement. I moved up and tried swallowing as much as I could, feeling it grow and throb between my lips. I released his shaft, and asked Rachel as I looked at him, "How's his tongue?"

"Needs work, but he's a fast learner." She replied with a laugh.

He had a hurt look on his face, as I climbed up his body and pushed him onto his back, saying "Well then, let's give him some practice. Why don't you make sure that cock of his gets good and hard for me."

I smiled as I straddled his face, and lowered my damp bush to his lips. He responded by grabbing my buttocks with his large hands, and effortlessly held me up, as his thick tongue worked through my slit, and causing me to gasp as it found my clit. Oh yeah, he's clumsy at this, that's for sure. But I was also pretty sure we would be giving him plenty of practice to improve his technique. I could feel the pressure in my loins building rapidly. Of course, the fact that I was super horny helped, as I suddenly stiffened and felt a very nice orgasm run through my veins. I thought about stopping and riding his pole, but instead decided to let him practice up. And besides, I was enjoying his tongue as it danced on my clit and intermittingly explored my cunt hole, swirling up inside of me a good two inches.

My second orgasm took a bit longer to arrive, but felt even better than the first. As I came down from my peak, I heard Rachel laugh, saying "Your ride is ready."

I smiled, and scooted down his body, my legs straddling him, before I felt his massive organ slipping up against my slit. I looked down, and smiled, as Rachel grabbed his meat. I rose up, and she aimed it for my opening. I let out a hiss, as I lowered my cunt onto his meaty cockhead. I watched as the head disappeared into my cunt, as it felt like a hot iron was being shoved up inside of me. It felt as if it was as thick as a beer can as I sank another inch down the length of his tool. His hands found my breasts, and he was smiling as he gripped them roughly. I made a note to instruct him on using a more softer touch on my snuggle pups.

I was half-way down, and filling more than adequately full. Each half-inch was sending a jolt through my body, as my pussy had never been stretched like this before. I looked down at where we were joined, and groaned as another inch slipped in. My pussy was on fire, as I reached down with both hands and diddled my clit, making my cunt give myself some more natural lubricant so I can successfully get all eleven inches of his cock into me.

I started sliding up and down on what was already in me, and it was about to trigger an orgasm. And when it hit, and I could hear myself scream loudly, my whole body going numb. As I came too, I suddenly realized I felt very full, and looked down at my lover. I smiled, as I was now sitting flat on his groin, his whole cock deep inside of me, and the throbbing of it was making my whole body vibrate.

I felt my body convulse again, and I hadn't even moved. I smiled down at Milton's face. He had a surprised look on his face, and his hands were still balling my tits, but not as hard now. I went back to riding his pole, feeling it stretch out my cunt the most it's ever been. I was getting tired of riding, and lowered my body, telling him softly, "Roll over and fuck me."

He smiled, and effortlessly did just that. I now was on my back, my hands on his massive shoulders. I pulled my legs up and wrapped them about his waist, as he had his knees drawn up along side of my hips, his hands holding my waist, as he started drilling my cunt. He went at it for what seemed like an eternity, as I would cum hard and damn near pass out over and over again from the intense pleasure his fuck tool was doing to the nerve endings in my stuffed cunt.

He finally stiffened, and his voice roared once more, as I felt his pole let loose with a massive load of cum. It felt like someone had shoved a garden hose up my snatch and opened the faucet all the way. I went off on another good, hard cum, as he lowered his body to mine, and suckled on my tits, neck and face, before eventually finding my mouth. We were kissing open-mouthed, feeling each others oral cavity with our tongues, as I felt his cock was still throbbing deep within me.

My breathing was returning to normal, as I spied Rachel returning to the room. I had no idea when she had left, as she smiled at me. Milton was slightly humping his still semi-hard cock in and out of my cunt, and it was feeling real damn good.

I really wanted to go for some more, but Rachel spoke, saying "Hey mom, you've a dinner to attend today."

I grimaced at the reminder. Milton started to get up and pull his log out of my cunt, but my cunt was doing it's darnedest to suck him back in. He looked at me, and I smiled, as I said "Why don't you carry me to the shower. Then Rachel can have you for the rest of the day and night." I said it more as an order, and he chuckled, as he stood and carried me to my room and my own shower. I was squealing with delight as I bounced up and down his horse cock all the way there. Rachel just rolled her eyes and followed us.

After we got the water turned on and adjusted, he had my back up against the wall, and started fucking me with renewed vigor. Where the hell does this boy find the energy? Who the hell cares, as long as he keeps fucking me. Oh, and Rachel. In between orgasms, and catching my breath, I yelled out to Rachel, "What time is it?"

"Two-thirty."

I grimaced, not much time if I want to get ready. I kissed my lover, saying "Come on stud. Fill me one more time."

I started meeting his hard thrusts with ones of my own, before his face finally contorted, as his hose doused my innards once more. I looked down at the shower floor, as gobs of his cream splattered on it, getting washed down the drain. I gingerly climbed off his giant prick, and almost collapsed onto the very same shower floor, but his strong arms caught me. We embraced, as my legs felt like rubber, not to mention a slight burning between my pussy lips as the hot water from the shower washed over them.

My land legs were coming back quickly, as I kissed him and said "Go on and dry off. Rachel has plans for you, I'm sure." He smiled, squeezed my small melons, and exited the shower. I sighed, and leaned back into the spray of the water. After a brief respite, thinking about how well that cock of his made my body feel so damn good, I washed my hair and the rest of me. The soap stung as I washed my cunt, but I was smiling, reminiscing about how earlier he caused my pussy to sing.

I finally turned off the shower and entered my bedroom. I heard a sound, and realized it was the bedsprings of Rachel's bed. I smiled, knowing that Milt is nailing her hot ass again. I was dressed and ready within an hour, all the time hearing the squeak-squeak-squeak of her damn bed. This boy is going to fuck us to death, was what I was thinking?

Went to the dinner, which was located on Chicago's north side. And I was wore out. Dared not drink any alcohol, as I was afraid it would cause me to fall asleep as I drove home. And drive home I did, finally pulling into my garage just after midnight.

I entered the house, and heard the soft moans of people engaged in some fine loving. I chuckled, and shook my head, amazed that Milton was still going strong. Imagine my surprise when I looked into Rachel's room to see Rachel and Maria locked in a sixty-nine, and poor Milton laying on the floor, passed out.

I chuckled, and went to my own room, and after stripping down, was quickly out like a light, just like Milton. I slept like a log, no dreams, nothing. Just ten hours of sound sleep. I was amazed, I rarely sleep more than six hours at a time, sometimes seven, but I couldn't remember the last time I slept this long as I woke Sunday morning and looked at the clock in disbelief.

I felt refreshed, but a little sore 'down there'. A smile came to my face as I reminisced why. And the idea of a morning ride on the house's new toy did sound appealing. I stood and grabbed my robe, not bothering with bra and panties. Hell, I figured once I found Milt, they wouldn't be needed anyway. I got to Rachel's bedroom and looked in. No Milt, although Rachel and Maria were sprawled out on the bed, stark naked and rather rough looking.

On down to Milton's room I went, and his door was partially open. Opening it, I found it empty, although it did look like his bed was slept in. I caught the whiff of coffee being brewed, and I grinned. I went for the stairs, and at the top of them the smell of bacon cooking caught my senses as well. My first thought was of Anna was here, and she was feeding our over-worked stud.

Upon entering the kitchen, I was stunned and amused by what I saw. Yeah, there was a fresh pot of coffee on, and bacon sizzling in the skillet. But on the table was Anna, face down, her skirt pushed up to above her waist, and behind her a grinning Milton, as his pale white meat was sawing in and out of her brown cunt. I just had to chuckle, as she was grunting with each hard thrust. She didn't see me, as I came up and hugged him from behind. Startling him at first, before he turned his head slightly and smiled. Anna was muttering words in Spanish, and it seemed she was enjoying him boning her long neglected cunt.

My smile stayed on my face, as I moved over to the stove, and turned the bacon. Anna then let the whole house know that her orgasm had just arrived, as she let loose with a long wail, startling me at first, but then I just chuckled as she let the last note hang on for a good full ten seconds.

This was too much for Milton, as he lunged forward and collapsed onto her back, as his healthy meat spewed it's payload deep into her shaking twat. I was watching as Anna lifted her head and partially opened her eyes. They flew open wide when she saw me standing there, as she tried to get up and off the table while pinned down by the hulking mass of Milton.

I started laughing, and came over and gave her a quick kiss on her surprised face, saying "Milton, go clean up, you'll probably need a much deserved rest once you're done with breakfast." As he stood, his long, thick meat pulled out of Anna's well fucked twat. A strand of their combined juices connected them for an instance, before breaking as Milton bent to pull his shorts up from around his ankles. I just chuckled, as I turned and said "Milton probably wants his eggs over easy as usual Anna, I'll have mine over medium." I grabbed some bread to put into the toaster as I heard Anna behind me getting up off the table, groaning as she did. "Gives you a workout, doesn't he?"

She rolled her eyes, as she grabbed her panties off the floor, and stepped into them. "Oh my, I never been so fucked." She said, as she pulled her panties back on, and straightened up her skirt, before returning to the stove. She looked at me, and asked "You didn't mind?"

"Screwing Milton? No, I don't own him. And besides, he was doing both Rachel and Maria last night." I said, with a rather bubbly smile. Of course I felt bubbly, I found the cock of my dreams. And it's so damn good, that I really don't mind sharing it with my friends.

Anna came over, and hugged me, a tear in her eye, saying "Thank you."

Laughing, I said "No problem. Now lets get breakfast ready, shall we?"

She started humming away, as she worked at the stove. I went and fetched the Sunday morning Tribune, wanting to get all caught up on the news of the world.

After breakfast, Milton ended up going back to bed, and sleeping most of the day. Guess we did overwork him. And for the first week after having our way with him, Rachel and I took turns taking him to bed. Each night after dinner, he would spend an hour with one of us, and go to bed with the other for the night. I got him Tuesday and Thursday night, and Rachel the other two. And when Friday night got here, all three of us just stayed in one bed, mine.

During the week, Maria was over as well, and she had another taste of his well-endowed piece each visit. And as for Anna, she had problems cooking one night, what with Milton doing her on the kitchen table again as Rachel and I watched.

Then came Saturday, and a phone call. Rachel answered it, and yelled out "Mom, it's Hank Bowers."

I sighed and went to the phone and picked it up. I really wanted to go wake Milton up and have a morning ride. "Hello Hank."

"Hi June, listen, you got a minute?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, it's about Milt?"

"Isn't he working out?"

"He is, I mean, he was. The first week he was doing great. But this week, he's been like shit. Seems like he's tired and doesn't have any energy." I laughed, and he was silent for a second, before asking "Um, did I say something funny?"

I regained my composure, saying "No, I'm sorry Hank." Shit, how to handle this new crisis. "Listen Hank, care to meet me for lunch? Say in an hour? I guess we need to talk."

His voice sounded confused, as he replied, "Sure, where?"

I thought for a second, before answering "How about that family restaurant over in the plaza, you know, next to Dollar General?"

He said "Sure! See you in what? An hour?"

"Yes, that'll be fine, see you then." I hung up the phone and sighed. Oh well, its probably for the best. I took a quick shower, and started getting dressed. I also made a long distance phone call. Had no idea what to wear, but decided on a halter top and shorts. It took ten minutes to drive there, and I saw Hanks truck in the parking lot. I parked next to it, and went inside and saw him sitting at a booth. He looked up from the menu, and smiled, as I went over and took a seat across from him.

The waitress came over, and Hank said "Give us a few moments please, would you like a coke?"

"Yes, please, but if you're ready, I'll go ahead and order too."

He smiled, and said his order, and I ordered a burger and fries. After the waitress left, I said "Listen Hank, there are some things I would like to explain, and well, it's a bit tough to do." I sighed, and went on, "But first, I would like to ask you something."

"Sure, go ahead." He replied. The serve returned with my coke, and I waited for her to leave before I continued.

"I understand you're divorced." He nodded his head yes. "And do you, well, get around?"

He smirked, "I try to, yeah." I smiled a bit, very nervous about this whole conversation. "June, maybe we should continue this in a more private place."

I smiled, "Yes, that would be nice." We fell silent, waiting for our food, and then eating it quickly. After we were through, he paid the tab, and we walked out of the restaurant towards our cars. I said "Why don't you follow me to my house."

He said sure, and we got into our respective vehicles and drove away with him following. Parking in front of the house, he got out and met me in the drive. I decided not to go into the house, but instead through the garage and into the back yard. Once there, we sat under the shade of the big oak in a large swing.

He didn't waste anytime, "So, you're the one wearing out Milton." I saw the grin on his face, and it went to one of shock as I replied "And so is Rachel, her best friend Maria and my maid."

The only word to come from his shocked face was "Wow!"

I giggled, "Yeah, thought you would say something like that." He really wasn't that bad of a looking guy. About fifty, maybe twenty or thirty pounds overweight, and a receding hairline, but still not bad. "Now, here lies the problem, four women and only one Milton."

"Hell of a problem." he said with a hearty chuckle.

"Do you enjoy playing what comes along?"

"When I can?"

"How about still being able to, and having a regular lady that enjoys a good time on a regular basis?" The smile said yes, as I went on. "You see, I still want Milt to take care of my needs as well. But the main thing is Rachel. You've probably heard about Rachel and my company."

He got a serious face, saying "I have to be honest, we did some work for you last year, repaved your parking lot?"

I frowned, "Oh shit! Is there any man in Chicago she hasn't fucked?" I shook my head in wonderment, "Well anyway, since Milton started doing Rachel, and everyone else, she hasn't even touched any other man. And well, I would like this to continue."

"So, you want me to take care of your needs?" he said.

"Yes, if you don't mind. Of course, I want wined and dined, something that Milton can’t do, and I really don't want him too. After all, the talk that would come of it if people saw him escorting me out in public."

"And they wouldn't talk as much if I was with you."

"No, they wouldn't. Plus, Milton would probably get more rest."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I see your point."

"Deal?"

He replied by leaning over and planting a kiss on my lips. Oh yeah, a damn good kisser, as I wrapped my arms about him and returned the kiss. His hands were soon all over my body and mine on his, until I whispered hoarsely "Let's go inside, where it'll be more comfortable." I stood, and took his hand and walked to the back patio doors and towards the stairs. We both could hear the sound of the bedsprings somewhere groaning, signaling the presence of someone getting the shit royally fucked out of them.

We went to Milton's room and there he was, standing at the edge of the bed, with his cock sawing in and out of Rachel, who was on all fours, her brown body shaking as she was crying out into the muff of a very vocal Maria, as she squeezed her own tits to her great delight.

I heard Hank say "Oh my!", as he took in the scene. I smiled, men are so easy. I turned and dropped to my knees, and undid his trousers. I was happy to see his long thick meat as I pulled it out to get some fresh air. It wasn't near as big as Milt's monster cock, but I'm sure it was big enough to satisfy my lust on a regular basis.

I inhaled his thick, seven inch tool, and fondled his balls, making him gasp. My tongue could taste his pre-cum, as I felt his cock shudder in my hot mouth. I sucked and jerked his meat, and the oral and visual stimulation caused me to be rewarded with a mouthful of hot cum, as Hank groaned and filled my mouth with his seed. I sucked him dry and swallowed it all, before standing and kissing him deeply. "Well?"

He chuckled, "You got a deal."

I laughed, as I pulled him to the bed and pushed him on his back, swallowing his softening meat, trying to get him hard for a good fuck. Rachel looked over with a surprised look on her face, and Milt was shocked as well. Maria didn't care, she just screamed out "Eat me!" towards Rachel, as she was wanting the soft caresses of my step-daughters tongue back in her brown slit.

I heard Milton groan, his cock dumping who knows what load number of the day into Rachel's stretched out cunt. He pulled out, and she swung around, letting Maria suck it out of her tasty hole.

This was all the stimulation that Hank needed, as his cock was harder faster than he probably ever experienced. I chuckled at his surprised face, as he looked at his prick with amazement. I was soon on top of him, riding him hard, as Rachel stayed glued on top of Maria, with Milton sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking his mighty shaft, keeping it hard for the next available hole.

That's when I broke the news, "Milton, is your brother as big as you?"

He looked at me, and replied "Well, not quite, he's about three inches shorter, and twenty pounds lighter."

Rachel's giggle was muffled by Maria's slick cunt, until she raised her head and said "I think she meant the male anatomy department, Milton."

He laughed, "Not sure, I suppose so. He's like me in every other way."

I smiled, saying something that made Rachel and Maria moan with lust, and Milton smile with happiness, "Good, because I called him this morning. He's moving here next weekend." Hank laughed, as his hands grabbed my snuggle pups and squeezed them gently. "And this way Rachel and Maria will both have big cock, and you can get some rest so you're not so tired at work." We all laughed at that, as I imagined the fun times to cum.

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