OUTRAGEOUS MILF: GIRLFRIEND PREPPING

Cougar, Interage bi threesome, anal mayhem,

My God, I thought, my new stepson's girlfriend Brittany was a hot little piece.

My pussy tingled the moment I first saw her sauntering inside from the backyard, through the French doors, obviously intent on sex with Billy.

The wanton look of a nubile huntress in her sapphire blue eyes.

And the tart obviously knew her way inside the house.

I suddenly visualised kinky nighttime sex in my stepson's room!

That sly rascal, Billy!

Billy-Boy had said I would meet her this afternoon.

I assumed the polite intro after his football practice.

I was immediately scanning her cute body shaped by a designer grunge look, the faded ripped but cuffed denim cut-off braced overalls, crotch defining, and her tits brazenly braless under a white singlet top and, of course, the slutty obligatory one shoulder strap hanging loose, as was the fashion, to really accentuate her perky breasts.

Natural blonde, too, the bitch and a slim hourglass, five foot five. Sleek, shaved legs and red-painted toes in fashionable leather sandals. I wanted to suck her toes. Well, that was after I had suckled her prominent nipples and sucked off her hidden clit.

My stepson was so lucky. I hoped for his sake and hers; he was buggering her peachy little arse deep and screwing the horniness out of her every day because her butt was currently leaning over the kitchen bench.

I was eying it from behind as I got her a juice from the fridge.

"Billy," I said, "is on his way home from footy practice."

I put the bottle of juice on the bench next to her. I caught her musky perfume. Oh, Billy Boy was getting it all right.

Now I'm a woman who always gets what she wants from sex, and I knew I shouldn't grab a handful of an eighteen-year-old college lass arse, but it happened, and here was my excuse, Brit's arse was begging for it.

Poking out and curved for action, and it would have been a shame to deny myself the pleasure or this arse, the happy satisfaction of touch.

The young blonde didn't stand a chance from my experienced approach. My hand was under the back of her denim cuff and grabbing soft butt flesh, plenty of soft skin.

God, her knickers, if she had any on, were brief and at the same time, my other hand held the back of her head, shaped her face towards mine, entirely in the intimate zone, and my tongue was in her mouth, and her mouth was so receptive.

"Ooh, mwah, ooh, mwah," she managed.

Oh, there was the momentary mental surge of struggle, a slight movement back of her head, as complex as the golden bough's resistance and give under Aeneas' hand.

Yes, Brittany knew this was wrong, but it was heavenly too quickly.

Hesitation, the rational restraint, was lost in physical heat.

Britt's mouth was immediately a lush trap of accepting passion.

Plus, by then, my finger had rimmed her arsehole.

My other hand was under her braless singlet, enjoying her wobbly softness and her nipple hardness.

"Mmm, mmm, oh yes, oh yes," as I circled her starfish.

Brit was a slut.

Billy had picked her well.

Her hands were quick enough to enjoy grabbing my still decent arse under my thin dress.

I unhooked her remaining denim strap, and her top flopped down to her waist. Her white t-shirt was yanked off over her head, and her tits, my stepson's girlfriend's boobs, were all mine.

"Ooh, yes, fuck yes, fuckin yes," she squealed.

Oh, she was a bitch.

She didn't care that it was a MILF exploring her chest muffins. Her young body craved attention, and boy, was it getting it, full experienced expressive hands and smothering tongue work.

I sensuously lifted her twin perky mounts, pushed them together, leisurely spread them and nibbled on her pink teats.

Boy, did she really like that?

"Aah, aah, yes! Oh my God, yes, yes, yes."

No didn't exist in her sexual vocab.

She even liked the next part more.

I swiftly unzipped my own dress, letting it fall to my waist.

The little minx lifted my still shapely, recently enhanced tits over my bra cups. My melons then were jiggling and jouncing into her gravity-defying boobs.

Bouyant, roused and enthused nipple-to-nipple contact had me in MILF overdrive.

Titillate actually meant titillate — a kindled pink tingle of budding flick-to-flick-teat delight.

All the minx could do was moan at the new pleasure experience.

"Oh, hell yes, you surprising bitch, rub harder, push harder, yes, aah, aah, aah!"

Next, I bent her lithe body right over the bench.

Oh, she knew what was going to happen next.

Her arse was on the line, and it gave the cutest wriggle of anticipation I have ever seen as I dropped her denim overalls, peeled the tramp's black thong down, and burrowed my tongue into her tight adorable petite pink pucker.

"Orrgh, yes, love my arse, poke my arse, spit in my arse, bury urr face in my arse."

Nice try, sweetie; I was ahead of her at every skank request.

I sullied her arsehole as the bitch needed.

I spread her cheeks, her inward sensitive rill lines guiding my tongue straight into her depths.

Oh, she got a rimming to remember. She gasped as I gawped her and spat generously into her gaped space. The tartlette nicely anally besmirched.

"A-Ah, A-Ah, A-Ah," she went, rising in pitch, because fuck I know how to lick arsehole.

Her spread butthole was simmering for action like the rim of a volcano, her delectable runnels of pleated indented flesh wanting to close like a mimosa when stroked but popping open again as my fingers probed and prodded her moist inner pink glory.

The cooing timbre of moans found a coarse groan of absolute happiness as I brought her clit and pussy hole wetness into her fuller arsehole attention.

Brit wriggled and shuddered as she gasped, "Ahhhh, Aggggh, Hngggh."

The last was as I double-fingered her and suck out her bulbous clit.

I licked everywhere Britt required, from her anus to her engorged pearl. My fingertips had to tweak and ruffle her divine, immaculately trimmed blonde pubic fuzz.

She was pressing her arse and thighs back into my face and tongue in delight when suddenly I got the surprise of my forty-four years.

"Oh shit," I went as firm big hands dropped my panties, and a face was under my dress licking my arse while I licked out Britt.

It was my stepson, the sleazy prick.

I smelt his game practice sweat and muscle liniment. Heady and heavy sniffed maleness.

I knew he was a randy opportunist, but to take his step-mom unannounced.

Then, hey, I thought I deserved it.

I had been angling for his cock myself.

'Thanks, Mom," he rushed between delicate yet broad sweeping licks.

Geez, he was good. His tongue tip mussed straight into every one of my private balloon knot rills.

"Thanks for prepping, Britt," he said.

Britt, the wanton whore didn't care; she appeared to like both female and male touch.

She would be a hellcat to keep, but I was a whorette catcher. Don't you doubt it? 

However, Billy Boy was a natural in where it counted.

He was licking my grundle.

Yeah, I know my slang, the paradise zone between my vag and anus, then the cunning prick was using his two to three-day growth on his chin to nuzzle and run his stubble across my so sensitive perineum skin.

"Oohh, yes, fuck yes, oohh, keep that going, oohh, fuckin ooh, OOHH."

Even MILF's occasionally get the sexual new.

Fuck, his whiskers gave me the pre-gasm quivers as he stretched my softness out like a drum skin with his raspy facial fuzz.

It enticed me to do something similar to Britt's. I raked my long nail across her grundle.

Her thighs got the wobbles, and I knew it was excellent for her.

She hit the screechy sexy highs, "Oohh Mamma, oh mamma, fuckin good mamma."

Every time she said mamma, she got the divine nail scrap.

I was delighted the skank was so easily trained.

We were now two over-aroused women.

Age didn't matter here; two women launched a dual needy assault on available cock. 

Billy was hard and big when his pecker was released from his dropped pants.

"Holy Hell," I mouthed off."

Glad a monster cock resided under the roof!

Britt the trollop when straight into the action, sucking, bolt-upright blood-engorged cock.

I was happy to lick his silky nut pouch.

The trampette surprised me as she shared her trophy, allowing us both to lick up his shaft from the sides and take turns sucking off his knob.

My, the skank could quaff and guzzle cock to the back of her mouth.

Still, I had to outshine the harlot; I took his meat pole, gag free to my tonsils.

Oh, we were two peas from the same pod when it came to cock. We devoured it!

Billy gave us full encouragement with, "Oh yeah baby, slurp and spit, mamma, splatter your wet drool."

Still, I knew what Britt needed next, so I lifted her onto the kitchen bench and spread her legs.

Nah, I fuckin' spread-eagled the tartlette and pinned her frickin' nubile thighs to her ears.

There is the phrase eating out, yes, he was eating her out, but he was really eating her out.

He feasted on her pussy.

Billy Boy was chowing down on her pink glacé flaps. Her girly designer featurette was laden with treacly spittle swathes. Stunningly gloopy saliva drool coated her feminine receptacle of eternal male and female delight.

I could only thank the heavens; the strumpet was bi-sexual.

Britt had a perfectly designed pussy for a tongue basting — the flappy sweet fleshy parcels that are easy to suck out from a body, drawn out by lips. Her vaglips were so spongy, springy and glistening open against perfect smooth shaved skin.

"F-fuck yes, f-fuck yes, oohh yes, FUCK ME!"

Her faltering climax-building voice first for Billy, then a piercing shrieking as I joined in.

If Billy thought he had this entire trollop alone, he was mistaken.

There was space enough between her legs for two.

My tongue meandered about licking her arse while Billy singled out her clearly erect clitty.

Then I savoured the moisture inside her pussy while Billy fingered her back crack.

Her arse, pussy and clit turned into a three-course banquet by the two of us. A sexual smorgasbord of smut and lust.

It got filthy as he teased out one flap with his lips while I stretched out her other flapette even further with my lips.

Then I had my tongue delving into her sweet luscious cunt, prepping it for cock.

Next, I watched as Britt's legs were spread wide and high by me so I could see the pleasure on her face with the first cock thrust as Billy gave it to her, cavernous and filthy.

I watched her bliss grow as I fondled his nut sack. I saw her happiness escalate with each powerful thrust, her absolute delight as my fingers massaged around her swollen clithood.

Her sheer bodily glee as the tempo of plunging pecker got deeper and faster, and her wetness increased, and the lube of her sex hole drove Billy to jag and tug his cock in and out of her.

She was a tart, expressed as, "Hnnghnnggg, Fuckk, Fuck-k, Ahhhh!"

But a MILF like me knows that a bitch like Britt needed more.

I knew because I had prepped her arse.

I guided my stepson's cock out of her sopping love nest and eased it to play around her butt ring.

His big knob pressed against her sensitive gaped tissue. Then his cock head burrowed into her giving arse. Her rear crack skin stretched around his throbbing, thrusting, tunnelling pecker.

He was groaning; "Orrgh, yeah, orrgh!"

She was moaning, "Fuck my arse, yes, fuck my arse, deeper, harder, oohh, oohh!"

Oh, it was a pretty sight, seeing cock boring snugly in tight, puckered happiness. Her muscles worked the filling stiffness in her whilst my fingers drove her clit to orgasm.

Of course, she 'came.'

Effusive, flushed and loud.

"I'm cumming, oh God, I'm cumming, I'm fuckin' cumming. Oh yes, oh yes, aahh, aahh, aahh!"

A girl after my own heart.

Luv a woman who announces her glorious orgasm to a listening world!

Billy was going to cream off in her butt, but I bent over the bench and urged, "Take my arse."

He didn't need to hear or see anymore.

I think he secretly had the hots to try out at least one older woman, and here was the woman.

He stabbed into me like he wanted me to remember his cock buried in me forever.

Brutal, fast and filthy.

My arse expanded to the perfect relaxed acceptance.

We are talking about an experienced anal diva here. 

I had my rhythm of man-meat in my gaped back door instantly.

However, it was Britt who again surprised me by sucking off my tits.

At the same time, my arse was mugged and really assailed by a young randy cock enjoying itself in a seasoned MILF's rear passage.

I felt great, and I told Billy, "Uh, Uh, Uh," to start.

Then as he ambushed deeper, "Ungh, ungh, AUGH Fuck!"

The pitched yelp as Billy, the filthy young bastard, splashed his jizz over my arse cheeks, and the bitch Britt commenced to lick it off my rump.

Slurping the tart, managed between gulps of boy goo sliding down her throat, "Mmm, mmm, mmm."

The experiences between the three of us on the sex pendulum of a lifetime were obviously previously very wide.

But in the shared intensity of the kitchen, we were all now privy and party to the society of the secretly sexually debauched and happy to be so. 

"Juice, for everyone," and I meant frickin orange juice as I stepped towards the bench.

The randy pair grabbed a tit each, spat and basted my melons!

Holy hell, it was on again.