Holy mother of all things gargantuan!
Summer couldn’t take her eyes off of the massive bulge inside his pajama pants. At the rate it was going, the head would soon be peeking over the waistband. Her pussy fluttered in response, and she bit her lip before looking up into his eyes. Whatever Kemp saw there made him groan softly as if he were in pain.
Summer shook her head and said, “Kemp, I don’t feel rushed. I’m disappointed that we can’t do more. If not for the poison oak, I’d be making love with you both right now.”
Sliding her hand down his abdomen, she was about to slip her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants when he halted her progress.
“You’re about to get more than you bargained for, darlin’.”
Summer shuttered her eyes, savoring the moment of discovery. “That’s funny. I feel like it’s Christmas morning, and I’m about to discover that Santa brought me a pony.”
“A horse is more like it,” Ace murmured from the end of the bed. She looked up to find him watching her intently with his bedroom eyes. She’d been so caught up in the moment she hadn’t heard him walk in on bare feet.
Ace was similarly clad in pajama bottoms and looked to be in similar straits, judging by the erection pressing against the elastic waistband. Her pussy quivered in need again, and she licked her lips as he climbed onto the end of the bed and prowled up behind her. He growled and nipped playfully at her shoulder as he tugged at her robe and slid her arms free. Summer felt inundated by sensations as Ace touched her and she touched Kemp. She turned back to Kemp and bit her lip in delight when she got her first glimpse of the head of Kemp’s cock, which was now poking above the waistband of his bottoms. His cock would probably rival the largest of the sex toys displayed downstairs, and that was saying a lot.
Ace turned off the lamp so the room was cast in darkness except for the glow from the television screen. He picked up the remote and turned the television off. Soft music began to play. “Did you really want to watch a movie, kitten?”
Summer shook her head. “No. I want to be with both of you.”
Kemp shuddered and flexed his hips again. “What do you want to do?” Her fingers curled around the elastic at his waist, preparing to gently draw it down under his monster erection.
Kemp’s eyes flared when she sat up and straddled one of his knees. “I want to play with you. Both of you. I want to make you feel good.”
Ace moved into the spot she’d just vacated and assumed his earlier position on his side, head supported in his hand. He reached out and slid the other hand down her back in a slow caress that ended with his hand cupping her derriere. She lifted the waistband of Kemp’s pants as Ace whispered, “I love a woman who asks for what she wants.”
Summer couldn’t hide her gasp of awe as Kemp’s massive cock was revealed to her. She thought cocks like this existed only in erotic fiction.
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She looked around in satisfaction at her handiwork. The house reeked of the perfume of a whore, and it stung in her sinuses. She yanked at the lid on the can of spray paint and fumed when her hand slipped inside her plastic gloves. Knowing she was done with the rest of the job, she slipped the gloves from her hands and stuffed them carefully in her pocket. She wiped her sweaty hand on her blue jeans and finally succeeded in getting the top off of the can and shook it.
Leroy should be at home by now, so she went back to work, finishing off the destruction she’d inflicted. She smiled with satisfaction as the odor of spray paint filled her nostrils, at the thought of the shocked expression on that woman’s face when she finally came home from her night of debauchery.
It rankled in her gut, the way the men of the community continued to be drawn into unholy relationships. It was bad enough that Summer and her sister owned a shop that catered to perversions of every sort, but her association with that queen of whores, Grace Warner, would undoubtedly increase her influence over the misguided women who passed through its doors. She gritted her teeth and allowed her righteous indignation free reign as she sprayed red graffiti on the walls of the living room, writing words she’d never speak aloud.
She needed to get on her way since Leroy had called to say he was leaving the club with the video clip on his camera. It had been sheer genius that he would keep an eye on Summer Heston so she could sneak over on her own to leave a welcome home gift without fear of being caught in the act.
She remembered to put the glove back on after finishing. Just to be ugly, she gripped the front doorknob and opened the door and left it hanging open. Maybe she’d get robbed on top of being vandalized. Heaven knew she wouldn’t steal any of that loose woman’s things.