Taken by the Couple MFM Bisexual Awakening Erotica #4
"That's it, sweetie," Sheila purred from beneath them, her face twisted in a mask of pure, ecstatic pleasure as Ron’s deep thrusts kept her internal walls tightly clamped around his girth.
She kept her hand over Timothy's, gently moving his wrist up and down.
"Squeeze it. Feel how hard my husband is for us. Help him fuck me."
Timothy’s fingers locked onto the thick shaft, his thumb tracing the heavy, pulsing vein that ran along the underside.
Guided by Sheila’s smooth coordination, he began to slide his hand up and down the length of Ron’s cock, his palm getting instantly slicked by the heavy river of natural lubrication and pre cum coating the flesh.
He watched in absolute fascination as his youthful, pale hand slid up the dark, thick skin, his knuckles brushing against the underside of Ron’s heavy, low hanging balls with every downward stroke.
It was his very first time touching another guy, and the sheer taboo of it was driving him into an absolute frenzy. The shyness was completely eradicated; he felt like a feral animal, a sex beast completely unlocked by the raw dominance of the mature couple.
Ron let out a low, guttural growl from deep in his chest, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles jumped under his stubble. The feeling of the young man’s tight, eager grip wrapping around the base of his cock while he aggressively railed his wife was an incredible, unhinged sensation.
"Yeah, just like that, Tim," Ron rumbled, his deep voice dropping an octave into a dark, gravelly command.
He reached out with his massive left hand, his thick fingers digging deep into the hair at the back of Timothy’s head, anchoring the young man in place.
"Grip it tight. Feel how thick it is. You're doing a grand job for your first time, kid."
"It's so hot, Ron," Timothy panted through his teeth, his grip becoming tighter and more confident as he took control of the stroke.
He began to pump his hand in perfect sync with Ron’s sliding hips, his eyes darting from the wet, glistening entry point of Sheila’s pussy straight up to Ron’s heavy purple head, which flared with every thrust. "You're so fucking big."
Sheila let out a loud, high pitched wail as the dual sensation of her husband’s brutal vaginal pounding and the young man's frantic hand positioning pushed her hyper-sensitive core right to the edge.
Her internal muscles began to contract in violent, involuntary spasms, milking Ron’s shaft with incredible force.
"I'm close, Ron! Oh god, Timothy's hand feels so good on you! Fuck me, Daddy!" Sheila screamed, her fingers clawing helplessly into the white sheets as a powerful, body-shaking orgasm began to ripple through her voluptuous frame.
Timothy watched her shatter, his own horniness reaching a critical, burning peak. He kept pumping Ron's thick cock, his thumb grinding hard against the shaft, completely consumed by the raw, nasty energy of his first masculine encounter in the dark luxury suite.
"Hold on, Tim," Ron growled, his voice tight and heavy as he suddenly yanked his monstrous cock completely out of Sheila’s pussy with a loud, wet pop.
Timothy’s hand slid off the slick flesh as Ron pulled back.
Sheila collapsed forward onto the pillows with a ragged, breathy sigh, her body shivering in the afterglow of her intense climax.
A thick, clear mix of her own juices and Timothy’s earlier pre-cum began to slowly drip from her gaping, swollen pussy lips, pooling onto the sheets beneath her wide hips.
Timothy stayed kneeling on the bed, his youthful, athletic body glistening with sweat, his rigid cock pulsing violently against his lower abdomen.
He was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Ron’s thick, fully erect column of muscle, which was heavily coated in wet lubrication and throbbing with a dangerous, unfulfilled energy.
Ron didn't give the young man time to think.
He shifted his weight, moving around his wife's trembling body until he was standing right at the edge of the mattress, his heavy balls hanging low and full, his massive shaft pointing straight at Timothy’s face.
He reached down, his large hand firmly gripping the back of Timothy’s neck, his fingers digging into the kid’s messy brown hair with an absolute, unyielding masculine authority.
"You’ve been staring at it all night, Tim," Ron rumbled, his dark eyes locking onto Timothy’s dilated pupils. "You handled it with your hand. Now I want to see how that pretty mouth works. Open up for me."
Timothy swallowed hard, a scorching wave of adrenaline crashing through his system.
He had never imagined himself in a position like this, but the sheer, raw dominance of the older man had completely rewritten his boundaries.
The taboo of the moment was the ultimate aphrodisiac, turning the shy college student into an absolute sex beast.
He looked up at Ron's rugged face, his chest heaving, and slowly parted his lips, letting his tongue dart out to lick the air.
"Yes, Ron," Timothy whispered, his voice dripping with pure submission.
Ron leaned forward, guiding his massive, veiny cock straight toward Timothy’s face.
The heavy, purple head of Ron’s shaft brushed against Timothy’s lips, smearing a thick bead of salty pre cum across his mouth.
Timothy gasped softly at the intense heat of the flesh, and then, driven by a feral, unlocked hunger, he parted his jaw wider and slid his lips over the crown.
The sheer size of Ron’s cock was overwhelming.
Timothy’s mouth stretched to its absolute limit just to accommodate the thick girth.
He closed his lips tightly around the shaft, his tongue swirling greedily around the sensitive ridge of the head, tasting the rich, musky flavor of a mature man for the very first time.
"Oh, fuck," Ron groaned loudly into the quiet suite, his fingers tightening in Timothy’s hair as he felt the tight, warm suction of the young man’s mouth. "Yeah, just like that, Tim. Take it down."
Timothy began to move his head in a slow, deliberate rhythm, sliding his mouth up and down the top few inches of Ron’s massive member.
The wet, sloppy noises of his throat working over the thick shaft filled the air around the bed.
He was completely into it, his hands reaching out to firmly grip Ron’s thick, muscular thighs for leverage as he sucked the older man’s cock with a frantic, desperate energy.
Sheila rolled over onto her side, propping her head up with her hand as she watched the display. A permanent, ecstatic smile broke across her beautiful mature face. She loved seeing her husband dominate the young guy, and she loved how rapidly Timothy had transformed under their guidance.
She crawled closer, sliding her voluptuous body down the mattress until she was positioned right between Timothy’s knees.
She reached out, her manicured fingers wrapping around the base of Timothy’s fully engorged, youthful shaft, which was throbbing in a desperate need for release.
She began to stroke him with a tight, rapid friction, her palm slicked with his own heavy pre cum.
"You're such a dirty little guy, Timothy," Sheila whispered cutely, her eyes locked on his face as he continued to swallow her husband's cock. "Look at you, sucking a real man’s dick while I stroke your pretty little pole. You like the taste of my husband, don't you?"
Timothy couldn't answer with his mouth full, but a low, muffled groan escaped his throat as the dual stimulation pushed him closer to the absolute brink.
The combination of the deep vaginal pounding he had delivered earlier, the intense clutched grip on Ron’s massive thighs, and Sheila’s rapid, tight hand working his own cock was completely overwhelming.
He sucked harder, his throat clamping down on Ron’s shaft, his eyes staring intently up at the older man’s chest as Ron bared his teeth in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
The air in the luxury hotel suite was thick and heavy, smelling of deep sweat, musk, and pure, unadulterated lust.
Timothy was entirely consumed by the raw, dominant presence of the mature couple.
His hands were locked onto Ron’s powerful thighs, his knuckles white as he continued to suck the older man’s monstrous cock, his throat taking the thick girth over and over with a wet, frantic suction.
Beneath him, Sheila’s manicured fingers were working his own youthful shaft in a blistering, tight rhythm that had his entire body trembling on the absolute precipice.
The shy, retiring college student from the bar was completely gone. In his place was a feral, unlocked sex beast, his bare athletic torso slick with sweat as he greedily drank down the musky flavor of a mature man for the very first time in his life.
Ron let out a deep, gravelly roar, his large fingers digging hard into Timothy’s messy brown hair, guiding the young man’s head in a short, frantic, and punishing pace over his blazing hot crown.
"Fuck, Tim, you're milking me dry," Ron growled through bared teeth, his chest heaving as his massive column throbbed violently in the young boy’s mouth. "Hold on. Pull out. I want to empty this load inside my wife while you watch."