Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  “Your face.” Mark breathed. “I want to cum on your face, on your tongue, and in your mouth.”

  “Take me however you want.” Tonya said.

  Mark pulled out of Tonya’s ass and started stroking his cock in his fist. She flipped around and positioned her face under the head of his cock. Alicia turned and put her head next to Tonya’s. Brock turned with her and kept pounding her ass. Each impact from him burying his cock back into her shook her whole body and it turned Mark on to see as he stroked himself over their faces with their tongues out waiting on his cum.

  He closed his eyes and tried to focus on cutting loose. It wasn’t every day that he got to cum on two women’s faces.

  Then, he felt their tongues. Both tongues started on his balls and then worked their way up his shaft and back down. He kept stroking and they licked over and around his fingers as they tongued every inch of his cock together. He felt the sensation rising in him from the intense stimulation. They both licked around the head of his cock. He could tell which one was Alicia because she vibrated with each impact of Mark’s best friend in Alicia’s ass. First, one of them took his cock into her mouth and sucked as the other one worked her way down and sucked his balls again. Then, the other licked her way back up to take over sucking his cock.

  “I’m about to cum. Here it comes,” Mark said.

  They both returned to the head of his cock and licked from underneath until the first splurt of cum splattered Tonya’s face. He kept stroking and shot splurt after splurt of his load on both their faces, tongues, and hair. As he finished stroking, they licked around each other’s faces, but could not get it all off. They returned to Mark’s cock and licked off the tip together as Brock continued to pound Alicia’s ass.

  Alicia smiled and winked at Mark as she started backing her ass into Brock’s cock. Tonya worked her way around behind them and started sucking on Brock’s balls. She stretched underneath and licked around Alicia’s pussy and clit before returning to her husband’s balls as he fucked another woman in the ass.

  Mark stroked his limp cock as he watched the other three. He thought maybe he could get it back up for another go, but he was spent. His heart still thudded in his chest. He’d have to wait until next time and he knew there was going to be a next time, if he had anything to say about it. He reached over and fondled Tonya’s breasts as she licked balls and pussy.

  Brock pulled out and laid down on his back on the bed stroking his fat cock toward the ceiling. The women knelt on both sides of him and licked all over his cock together. Mark squeezed both their asses and ran his fingers up and down their asses and pussies at the same time.

  Brock’s cum oozed out thick and ran over his hands. The women started licking and slurping up his cum off his cock, his hands, his balls, and his stomach. They kept licking around his cock until he was done cumming and was licked clean.

  All four collapsed on the bed together.

  Brock took a deep breath and said, “I think the chicken is cold.”

  “You dirty boys didn’t care about the chicken anyway,” Alicia said.

  Mark laughed next to her. “Don’t we have the best wives in the world?”

  “Damn straight,” Brock said, “See. We do crazy stuff too.”

  Tonya said, “Next time, you guys need to watch while Alicia and I do each other.”

  Alicia winked at Tonya.

  Brock said, “Next time? Cool.”

  “Yeah, that sounds hot,” Mark said. He smiled thinking about how clever he was getting his wife to mess around with other men and women.

  Feel free to subscribe for more smutty tales...

  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 10

  Dalton pulled the strap around on his lifting belt until he felt the padding snug against his lower back. He slapped the Velcro in place and turned his arms from side to side.

  Dalton was a beefy guy with thick arms and a broad chest. Football had taken him to a top university, but a bullshit back injury had sidelined him. Partying and not giving a shit about classes had finished off his career. He was still strong and yet knew his limits, but he hated wearing the weight belt. It reminded him that he was still human and not the god he thought he was in high school.

  “Are you ready?” Branch asked from the other end of the china cabinet.

  “Yeah, lift with your legs,” Dalton said. “This piece is awkward.”

  Branch shook his head. “Are you going to say that shit every time we pick something up at every moving job for the rest of my life?”

  Dalton ran his hands through the sweat wetting his dark hair. “Until I think you are listening.”

  Branch squatted down to grab the cabinet with one hand under the sculpted edge and the other braced along the back. Branch was taller and skinnier, but still strong. He had played baseball in school, but got expelled for pot. He managed to beat the charges on a chain of custody issue with the cops, but his chances of playing in school were screwed and he didn’t bother finishing high school. Branch was a couple years past due for college graduation and the moving company was the steadiest work he had had since leaving high school.

  Like Dalton, Branch had bounced around from job to job until John Tollman called them.

  Branch said, “Stop being my grandma and let’s just move this stuff. We have the back braces, dude.”

  Dalton shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. Don’t let it make you lazy. You still have to lift with your legs.”

  Branch sighed and gave Dalton a pulled smile. “Okay, Grandma Dalton, I am about to lift the shit out of this cabinet with my legs. I’m going to lift with my legs all night until the china inside calls me daddy.”

  Dalton shook his head and squatted down on the other end. “We packed the china in boxes and tied the drawers shut. The china won’t even know what happened.”

  Branch nodded. “Story of my life. Let’s go.”

  They hoisted it up and Dalton shuffled around and backward toward the front door. The piece wasn’t heavy, but a lot of the weight seemed to be in the ass end and then on the front with the thick, glass doors. The thing kept wanting to tip forward, so Dalton and Branch leaned it back a few degrees to keep a grip.

  As they neared the front door, a shriek echoed out from the archway leading to the kitchen. For a split second, Dalton thought the lady supervising the packing of her things was freaking out about them carrying the cabinet. Women got nervous about movers carrying their favorite stuff. Sometimes they were upset about moving at all. Usually they had been packing for days or weeks. They were exhausted and wound up tight by the time the crew got there. Dalton felt like a grief counselor more than a mover sometimes.

  As he glanced over, he saw the lady bent over the kitchen table. She was a little on the heavy side, but it gave her plenty of ass to look at especially with her flowered skirt tossed up past her waist and her panties down around her dimpled knees. John Tollman plowed his thick cock up into her slamming into her ample ass, jiggling her ass cheeks like a champ.

  John held onto her hips as he drilled up into her harder and picked her feet up off the linoleum. She balanced herself on the end of the table with her ass up in the air and let out a warbling scream. “Oh, God, yes. Yes! I needed this so bad. Pound my slut pussy. Fill me up. Oh, God. Don’t stop. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

  Dalton and Branch exchanged a look across the front of the china cabinet and both bit their lips to avoid laughing. They righted the cabinet and lowered it almost to the ground as they shuffled out the door.

  “Tight fit.” Dalton grunted.

  “You talking about the cabinet or John’s cock in the client’s pussy?” Branch asked

  Dalton snorted.

  They stepped onto the metal ramp resting on the front steps and walked backward up into the back of the truck which was open and backed at an angle into the yard. They set the cabinet down and slid it back against the padded bumpers along the inside of the cargo section.

  Branch held his back a
s Dalton dug through the Rubbermade supply box for the orange and yellow bungee cords which were longer.

  “You lifted with your back, didn’t you?” Dalton asked.

  “No. Damn, man. Be cool.”

  “Well, stop standing and grab the blankets then.”

  Branch grabbed one of the gray, quilted furniture covers from the raised shelf on the back wall of the truck. He flung it over the top and Dalton straightened it on his side.

  Branch snickered and said, “John better be lifting with his legs or he’ll throw out his back lifting that ass.”

  Dalton snorted and then coughed as he hooked the first bungee and passed the other end to Branch. Dalton said, “You are wrong for that.”

  Branch stretched the cord out across the blanket over the glass front of the cabinet. He hooked it onto the strut behind the bumper pad. Dalton hooked on the second cord lower around the base of the cabinet.

  “Seriously though. He should be wearing the weight belt at least,” Branch said.

  They both laughed.

  Dalton said, “The belt chaffs if you wear it with no pants on.”

  “You know that from experience?”

  “There’s a warning label.”

  Dalton passed off the other hook on the cord and Branch stretched it around before securing it on the other side.

  They both stood and walked down the ramp. As they entered the house again, they both turned to peek at the action in the kitchen.

  The housewife was flipped over on her back on the table. Her blouse was pulled open showing heavy tits that bounced up high enough to hit her in the chin as John power thrust between her legs. He drew out almost to the head of his cock before ramming back in slapping his balls against her impressive ass and the edge of the kitchen table. John had his elbows hooked under her bent knees and spread legs hoisting her up to give himself a better angle. Dalton noticed John really was using more of his back than he should be. The housewife was far enough past the edge of the archway that she would not see the boys watching, if she turned her head. She reached up and clawed her red fingernails down John’s hairy chest where his uniform shirt was open.

  John glanced over and caught Branch and Dalton watching. He did not break rhythm, but gave a wink and a thumbs up from under one thick thigh.

  Branch and Dalton exchanged a look and continued on through the living room.

  “I didn’t need to see that,” Branch said.

  “It is not the best mental image for sure.”

  John had made it through college unlike his friends. He had a business degree. He made a little money with a tech start-up dealing with medical data keeping, but some scandal Dalton didn’t really understand had sunk the company. John still managed to hold onto the nice house, nice car, and nice wife. He was doing some pyramid scheme on the side online that Dalton had passed on. When John started the moving company, Dalton and Branch had jumped on that offer.

  John was good about getting them work all through the week. They were usually done in time for a late lunch on John. It was almost like having half a day off every day and it paid better than most of the crap work Dalton had been doing.

  It would have gone faster if John did less fucking and more lifting, but they got very good rates and tips. There was also repeat business. Some days they were paid full rate to rearrange furniture while John took a trip into the bedroom to do some lifting by himself with the client. Sometimes on those days, Dalton was paid to watch TV and drink the unsuspecting husband’s beer.

  Definitely not the worst gig.

  “We really need to load that kitchen table next,” Branch said. “Do you think they would notice, if we took it out from under them?”

  Dalton laughed. “Maybe really quick like when a magician pulls a table cloth out from under the breakfast dishes.”

  Branch shook his head. “I think she is a little heavier than breakfast dishes.”

  “Probably.”

  “Do you want to load the couch next?”

  Dalton stared at the sofa for a moment and shook his head. “No, we need the table first. Let’s take some boxes out. We can stack them on the side and then put them in the truck after they are done with the table.”

  Branch picked up one of the cardboard cartons marked fragile and shook his head. “There is not enough bleach in the world for me to eat off that table after it has sported her sweaty ass and John’s nut sack.”

  Dalton took a box and laughed. “You wouldn’t take John’s sloppy seconds and leftovers?”

  “You’re going to make me throw up on their nice dishes.”

  “If she offered to suck you off while John was plowing her,” Dalton said, “you wouldn’t take her up on it?”

  “I’m not saying that,” Branch said. “I’m just saying I wouldn’t eat on the table after we were done.”

  They stopped at the front door again.

  In the kitchen, the wife was on her feet and holding the edge of the table again. She was angled so that they could see John spreading her ass cheeks open. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass and popped inside. He slid his shaft into her inch by inch as she moaned. “Oh. Oh, yes. Fuck my ass. I’m a dirty girl. I never let my husband do this. Fuck me like a dirty whore. Fuck my big whore ass.”

  Dalton heard something spilling on the floor and he looked around. Then, he realized that the housewife was squirting under the table as John fucked her in the ass.

  Branch shook his head and stepped outside. Dalton followed.

  Branch said, “John should tip her after this job is over.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Dalton said. “John’s a pro. He’s been fucking people in the ass for a living for years.”

  Branch laughed as he set his box down next to the ramp. He pointed out to a white sedan pulling to a stop on the street. “Are they coming up here?”

  Dalton set his box down on top of Branch’s.

  The car door slammed and a heavy man with a thick, black mustache walked up onto the driveway and waved at the two of them.

  Dalton waved back. “That’s the husband. I saw him in the pictures we packed up.”

  “Stall him,” Branch said. “I’m on it.”

  Branch ran back inside and Dalton stepped out around the truck.

  Dalton said, “Morning. I think I’ve seen you in some of the pictures we put in bubble wrap today.”

  The man laughed and extended his hand. “Howard Solomon. Nice to meet you.”

  “Dalton.”

  “How’s the moving going, Dalton?”

  “Pretty well. Could I trouble you for a moment to look at a spot on the china cabinet in the truck? I want to be sure we take responsibility, if we happened to have violated something that is yours.”

  Howard’s eyebrows raised. “Oh, I hope it isn’t bad. That was my wife’s grandmother’s piece. She will blow up, if something happens to it.”

  They walked up the ramp and Dalton lifted one corner of the cover. He showed a light nick through the dark finish. Howard stood back up and shook his head.

  “That was already there. I thought we put it on the inventory when we did the walk through.”

  “We did,” Dalton said. “I just wanted to be sure that was the same spot.”

  Howard nodded. “I appreciate your honesty and attention to detail.”

  Branch stepped back out and nodded. Howard turned and walked down the ramp to go inside. After Howard was in, Dalton stood beside Branch.

  Dalton said, “One of these days John is going to get himself straight up murdered.”

  Branch shook his head. “We can get the kitchen table now. You can get the end that touched John’s balls.”

  “Hold it down,” Dalton said. “Someone will hear you one of these days and then we are all fucked.”

  They went inside and turned to go into the kitchen.

  The wife leaned against the counter. Her clothes were on, but her blouse was off by one button all the way up.

  Howard said, “You lo
ok flushed. Are you okay?”

  Her voice shook. “Just winded from all this packing.”

  “You’ve been packing hard, I know,” Howard said. “I’d say to sit down, but all the chairs are gone.”

  “I’m fine, Howard. Really.”

  She rubbed at the back of her skirt. Dalton suspected her ass was a little sore from the quick exit.

  Branch took hold of the far end of the kitchen table and nodded at the other which was still a little foggy on the top from the housewife’s ass sweat. “Get your end, Dalton.”