Man Flu 4: Part 5 (Patreon)

With Missy clutching my hair in her hands and sandwiching my head and neck between her soft thighs she rides out my cunnilingus through the long tail end of her climax.  By the time it abates and she lets out a long happy sigh as lets her legs and arms relax back to a more natural position I discover Chelsea no longer in sight.  Somewhere along the way I’d lost track of her.  The mystery does not last long however as I she makes her presence known with a loud, stinging spank to my right ass cheek.

WHAP!

“NGH!”  I grunt and clench my buttocks hard at the unexpected impact.

After the initial sting there’s a moment of numb followed by a warm and not unpleasant glow.  As with her hard words she spoke my wife had never touched me with such ferocity before.  And I loved it!  It was only as I squirmed from the swat to my ass that I felt the wet spot of precum that I was leaving on the bedding.  My cock was harder than it had been since I was a randy young buck in my prime.  Everything happening right now was such a mindfuck.  It left my mind reeling and my ego wilting but my rock hard libido was absolutely soaring!  I had wandered into Missy’s arms in the first place purely for a bit of spice in my bland married sex life.  It was spice I yearned for and it was spice I was getting.  If regular sex with Chelsea was a poblana and Missy a jalepeno then tonight was a god damn Carolina Reaper!

I lick my wet lips and start in on seconds of Missy pink poon when Chelsea decides to shift gears.

“You did it with your mouth.”  She says.  “Now lets see you do it with that sad excuse for a pecker.”

“Gnngh!”  I groan as she reaches between my legs to grab her husband by his cheating balls.  “Fuck!”

A tight grip on my nuts she controls me like a puppet.  She has me rise to my hands and knees then pushes me forward.  Her other hand on my ass steers my achingly hard manhood straight for Missy’s waiting cunny.

“Ohhhh!”  Missy and I sigh as one as my cock enters the hottest, wettest, and one of the tightest pussies I’d ever felt!  Despite how tight she was I glide in right to the hilt without silky smooth ease.  “Ohhhhh!”  Fuck!  Had I known how good she’d feel after an orgasm I would have done this sooner.

“You feel amazing.” I whisper as I look down into her lapis blue eyes.

“You toooo.”  She breaths while gripping hard around my shaft.  “Mmmm.”

“Enough sweet talk.”  Chelsea barks.  “I said I wanted that pussy ready for me.  You might not be able to do much, but do what you can you wimp dick little bitch.”  WHAP!  “Fuck that slut!”  Just like the physical slap to my ass the verbal slap to my pride leaves a warm glow tingling inside of me.  Slowly I look back over my shoulder to see my wife’s smoldering eyes staring back.  She smiles and crosses her arms, her massive lubed cock hovering in front of her.  “Tapping out…bitch?”

My response is to turn back and look at Missy, pull out three inches, then RAM my cock back into her as hard as I could.  “GNH!”

“OH!”  Missy gasps at the ferocity of my first thrust.  She wraps her legs around mine and grips at my arms.  “Oh Jordan!”

“Come on, come on!”  Chelsea claps her hands.  “Fuck that slut.”

With my wife egging me on I cinch in close to her, set my knees, then rise up and hook my hands around the tops of her thighs.  I press in tight and flex my dick to let her feel every bit of me.  And then I let her have it.

I start by pulling out half my length again and driving back into Missy’s hot pussy.  I smile as I watch her big tits and soft flesh quake at the impact.  This time I don’t stop.  The moment flesh clapped flesh I pull out again and ram it in again.  Then again.  Then again.  Then again.  Each thrust comes a bit quicker and harder than the last until I’d hit a good rhythm.  Plap!  Plap!  Plap!  Plap!  The flesh on flesh clapping of my fucking fills the room.

“Ohhhh Jordan!”  Missy claws down my stomach as I plow into her.

“Don’t you DARE fake it for him princess.”  Chelsea commands in her most authoritative pissed off ‘mom’ tone.  “Don’t you dare flatter this no dick loser!”

“What?”  Missy gasps, confused by the order.

“He needs to know.”  She says.  “He needs to understand just how pitiful he really is.  Unless you’re cumming I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.  If you wanna feel a real cock, you’re not going to give him a god damn thing.  Got it?”

“Uh…”  Missy searches my face…and giggles.  “He he he!  Okay Mrs. Parker!”  Pulling her plump lips into her mouth she bites down on them and clams up completely!  Not making a noise she stares up at me as her body rocks and jiggles from my love making.  I saw what Chelsea was up to and I counter my wife with an extra hard upward thrust, a thrust I knew from experience would make the naturally responsive Missy yelp with pleasure.  This time however…there was no yelp.  Missy’s smile grows and her eyes twinkle with naughty amusement but not a peep leaves her sweet pink lips.

“Fuck.”  I mutter as I reposition for better leverage.  I fall forward and plant my hands beside her shoulders then with gravity behind me I pull nearly all the way out and slam down into her wet, gripping hole  “Mm!  Mrm!  Mmm!”  I grunt as I plow down into her with all I had.  Still the twinkling eyes, still the teasing smile, and still not a sound.

“Come on Jordan!”  Chelsea claps her hands again.  “That all you got?  I said fuck her!  FUCK THAT SLUT!”

I fuck Missy faster.

“Come on old man.”  My wife prods.  “You can fuck better than that, can’t you?”

I fuck Missy’s hot, jiggling body faster and harder as a familiar pressure begins a to rapidly rise in my balls.

“NGH!  RRM!  MMM!”  I huff and heave like a mating bull while below Missy watches on with impish delight.

Chelsea lets out a cruel, cackling laugh.  “He’s close.”

“MRRM!”

“Don’t you dare slow down quick dick.”  She pinches my ass.  “You see that look her eyes Jordan?  You see it, don’t you?’

“Mmm.”

“She’s laughing at you.”  Chelsea sneers.  “Laughing at your pathetic little dick.”

“HNNGH!”

“Laughing at how you’re about to cum already.”  She says.  “Watching you and silently laughing at your inadequacies, just like I’ve been doing these past twenty fucking years.”

“Baby…”  I mewl.

WHAP!  She smacks my ass again.  “Did I tell you to slow down?  Fuck her!  FUCK HER!”

“Ohhhmmmm!”  My thrusts were losing their as I struggle against the orgasm that was building at a record rate.

“Fuck her!  Fuck her!  Fuck her!”  Chelsea chants behind me.  “Come on Jordan.  Show your little plaything what a real man you are.”

“Ohhh fuuuck!”  Unable any longer to try to force it out of her I stare down into pretty Missy’s wide eyes silently pleading for her to show me some sign of sexual bliss.  Just some small victory that I could release my nut to.  While her cheeks were flush and her nostrils flared with her rapid breath she refused to give me the satisfaction of the slightest sound.  Not only does she not come to my aid she actually makes things more difficult by tightening up her already tight cunny on the backstrokes so that her pussy was literally milking my manhood.  My pained groan rises as the urge to bust begins to overwhelm my efforts to suppress it.  “Ohhhmmm!”

“Jesus!”  Chelsea laughs.  “This is fast even for you.”

“MMMM”  Sweaty and panting I collapse down on top of Missy.  Hugging close to her body I continue gazing into her mocking eyes as I hump away, slower and not nearly as hard as I try to draw this out as long as possible.  God she felt so good!

“Come on, come on, almost there.”  Chelsea urges.  I feel the bed shift slightly as Chelsea kneels up onto it behind me.  The very next second she punches her lubed middle finger straight up my exposed asshole right to the fucking base knuckle!

“FUCK!”  I yelp as my virgin ass is penetrated.  A white flash blinds me for an instant and the next thing I knew I am cumming.  I am cumming so…fucking…HARD!  “MMMMNNNGHHHHH!!!”  Red faced and shaking my groan rises up from deep inside of me.  Chelsea pushes her hand against my ass with all her strength so that I feel every last bit of her long curling finger as I blast my hot load into our silent smiling maid.  Missy had always cum when I did.  Always.  Something I knew now had been faked, every time.  Making love to her would never be the same again.  “HMMMMMM!!!”

“There it is.”  Chelsea says with sarcastic cheer while she twists her finger inside my rhythmically gripping asshole.  “There’s the big moment.  With all the work left to do.  Disappointing as always.”  She pats my hip with her other hand.  “As I said, the man is predictable.  Predictably inadequate.”

Her vicious, scathing words ring loud and clear through the haze of my ecstasy.  My loving wife, my loyal lifelong partner, the devoted mother of my children, suddenly as merciless as a man-hating dominatrix!  In the giddy heights of my climax it only makes me cum harder and longer.

“Hohhhhh.”  I moan as the hard pumping orgasm begins to peter out all too soon.  “Ohhhh God.”

“You guys are soooo kinky!”  Missy titters at last as down below she squeezes her tunnel super tight around my weakening member.  “I love it.”

Chelsea yanks her finger free without an ounce of compassion and pats my now empty balls.  Coming up behind me, her long, lubed cock laying along the crack of my ass and up the base of my back, Chelsea peeks around at Missy.  “How close did he get you?”

She smiles and touches my lips.  “Pretty close.”

“You are such a liar.”  The women both laugh.  Chelsea grabs my hips and pulls me back.  My spent dick slips easily from Missy’s creamy snatch, a dribble of creamy jizz oozing out with me.  Chelsea shoves me to the side to get me out of the way.  I move without resistance.  As I roll off the bed to stand at the side Chelsea moves in to take up the position that I had just vacated between Missy’s spread legs.  Holding her massive twelve inch cock in both hands she rubs the fat tip up and down Missy’s tight young snatch.  Just the sight of it excited the young woman.  Actually feeling it against her sex had her quivering.  “As usual, it’s left for the woman to finish what the man started.”  She smacks her dick against Missy’s drooling slit.  “Don’t you worry Princess.  I’ll give you everything that you deserve.”

“Ohhh myyy God!”  Missy’s big eyes widen and so to her legs as she gawks down at the monster knocking at her door.  “It’s soooo big!”  She says in awe.  Jesus.  Seeing that monster up against her, there was no way!  Missy was having the same doubts.  “I don’t know if my pussy can…”

“You and I both know you can.”  Chelsea cuts her off.  “But I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“NO!”  Missy exclaims, something like panic in her voice.  She was intimidated by Chelsea’s member, but hungry for it as well.  A hunger that I had roused without ultimately satisfying.  “Please make love to me Mrs. Parker.”  She gazes up with pleading eyes.  “Please?”

“Good girl.”  Sliding a hand up the length of her cock she continues right off the tip to push her thumb up and into the younger woman’s hole.  “Fuck, you’re a tight one.  Aren’t you?”

“Ohhhh Mrs. Parker!”

“He he he.  A nice tight hole.  I can see what he liked about you.”  My wife glances my way then right back to Missy.  “But I’ll cure you of that you cheating slut.  This little pussy’s about to become a stretched out fucking cunt.”

Fuck!  This language!  From my wife!  Who was this woman?

“Ohhhhh!”  Missy writhes as my wife grips her thumb inside and gives a hard shake eliciting a wet, sloppy slurping noise from her vagina.  “Ohhh fuck!”

“Do you want me to make your pussy into a cunt?”  Chelsea grins, her other hand reaching up to grab Missy’s fat titty.  “You want a cunt, princess?  Answer me!”

“Mmmm!”  Missy’s lust drunk eyes roll around as she rocks her hips.  “Yes!  Yes!”

“After me no man will ever satisfy you again.”  My wife says with a cruel joy.  “You sure about this princess?”

“Yes!  Yes!  Stretch me!  Ruin me!  Make my pussy into a cunt!”  Missy whimpers.  “I want a loose fucking cunt!  I want it!  Just fuck me!”

I couldn’t believe my ears!  This language!  From my sweet little maid!  Who was this woman?

“Beg!”

“PLEEEASE!   FUCK MEEEE!”

Pulling her hands back to take a two fisted grip around the center of her long, thick, glistening cock Chelsea lines it up and presses the knob over Missy’s slit.  “You asked for it.”

Part 6