--[Megan]--
"Alright, I finished cleaning up all the tables and putting up the chairs, though I have no idea where Patty vanished off....too."
Words failed me as I stepped into the kitchen and found the answer to my question, 'That sly little fox.'
While I had been hard at work cleaning up after a long day, Patty had sneaked off into the kitchen and was currently getting her back blown out with an expression of pure bliss across her flushed, freckled face.
Ramon had Patty bent over a counter, her pants and underwear around her ankles in a pool of fabric as he plowed into her from behind.
One of Ramon's hands was wrapped around her cherry curls while the other gripped her waist, holding Patty down as his hips audibly slapped against her freckled bubble butt with each powerful thrust.
I couldn't help but bite my lips as I watched Ramon's fat cock slide in and out of Patty's slit that visibly stretched around his girth and size.
Just two days ago, Patty had been struggling to take Ramon's entire length, but now with every stroke, he would pull out to the very tip before slamming his manhood balls deep inside the redhead.
And Patty was having the time of her life as she experienced Ramon's full capabilities.
The insides of Patty's thighs were glistening and slick with her own juices; her hands gripped the edge of the counter with a white knuckle grip, and her eyes were crossed and wide, staring into space as her mind was pounded into submission.
'Lucky bitch,' I cursed, equally jealous, proud, and aroused.
Ramon then let out his signature grunt as he all of a sudden pulled Patty back, impaling her all he way on his cock while his balls pulsed and pumped her full of his baby batter.
A high keeling whine escaped from Patty's lips as her entire lower half shook and spasmed, her hips bucking with pleasure and her back arching like a bitch in heat.
For a long minute, Ramon didn't move, instead staying buried inside my best friend as his unholy stamina made sure Patty was filled with more cream than a Boston pie.
Then, with a second grunt, Ramon announced the end of his climax and went to pull out, only for Patty to raise her voice, "W-wait!"
Ramon froze, a look of uncertainty flickering across his face before Patty continued, "L-leave, t-the condom in, I-I like the way it feels inside m-me."
"Oh, you dirty bird," I replied out loud, making my presence known and scaring the shit out of Patty and Ramon, whose heads whipped over to stare at me.
"M-meg!?" Patty squeaked as I laughed my ass off and held my sides to stop myself from falling over, "God, I should have taken a picture so you guys could see the look on your faces."
"How long have you been standing there?" Ramon asked, free of shame, as he stood there in the middle of the kitchen.
"Only a couple of minutes or so, but I could have been here for an hour, and I doubt you guys would have noticed me; you were going at it," I replied, my laughter dying down, "Left me out there to do most of closing by myself."
"Gosh, I'm so sorry, Meg, I-I only came in here to check on Ramon...but then I couldn't help myself," Patty muttered, embarrassed, but I couldn't bring myself to be mad at my sister in arms.
A massive grin spread across my face, "Honestly, I couldn't be any prouder. I'm just jealous you got to him first. Though I know, our stud always has a load for me. So I'm going to need you to step aside and make some room."
Patty frowned but didn't complain as she stood up and carefully pulled herself off of Ramon's cock, but made sure that the condom full of his cum stayed inside her.
Once Patty moved aside, I took her spot on the counter, though instead of bending over, I sat on top and faced him.
"You know you've been very rude to me over the last twenty-four hours," I muttered as I spread my legs, "First making me sleep alone, and now you're sneaking off with my best friend."
"You're right, I've been awful to you," Ramon muttered, apologizing as his hands found their way on my body and started exploring my curves.
"Then you know what you have to do to make it up to me," I whispered hungrily as I leaned back with my hands out behind me.
Taking the hint, Ramon didn't waste any time kneeling between my legs as I undid my pants and pulled them down, revealing the lacy black thong digging into my hips.
Ramon's hands gripped my thigh as he pulled my hips to the edge of the table, making me lie down on my back as my calves landed on his shoulders.
Only a moment passed before I felt Ramon's breath roll across my crotch, followed by the heat of his lips and his thick fingers as he pulled aside the string of my thong and exposed my pussy.
'Oh god,' I thought as I threw my head back, already dripping with anticipation, "D-don't tease me, just devour me!"
I heard Ramon chuckle, but he fulfilled my request as his lips sealed around my hardening clit and sucked with an almost painful amount of pressure.
My back arched off the table, and my thighs tried to pop Ramon's head like a watermelon as they squeezed together.
But even my curves suffocated him; Ramon's mouth never stopped. And then just as I was starting to catch my breath, I felt his long, serpentine tongue find its way between my folds and into my dripping hole.
"O-oh my god, don't y-you dare stopp," I panted as my hands shot down and tangled in Ramon's thick hair, and my legs started to shake and tremble, "F-fuck you're tongue is so deep inside me! D-don't stop, don't stop!"
--[Lois]--
'Stop, stop, what are you doing?!'
I screamed at myself as I put my car in park a few buildings down from the restaurant I had no business being near, 'This is a bad idea, what the hell are you doing, Lois?!'
I wasn't in my right mind; I hadn't been ever since my delinquent daughter had sent that first explicit picture. The image of him had tainted my every waking thought with walking fantasies of what he was doing to her, and what he could do to me.
I had tried to satisfy my growing lust with my fingers and even toys, but nothing would sate my curiosity. My body craved him; it needed to feel what it was like being with an actual man and not my sorry excuse of a husband.
Was he tall and handsome? Built like an Olympian athlete? Could he go all night? How many condoms could he fill with his massive loads? What did his cum taste like?
All these questions and a thousand more ran on a nonstop loop, and I couldn't take not having the answers anymore. 'I need something just once, and then I'll never have to do this again!'
With a final steadying breath, I stepped out of the car and started walking down the street, my head on a swivel, watching to see if anyone was around to see my heinous crime.
Walking quickly down the street, I arrived in front of the restaurant and peered through the window to see that all the lights were off inside, except for one in the very back, with shadows moving across it.
'It could be them,' I thought with a mix of fear, hope, and anticipation as my hand drifted over to try the front door and found it unlocked.
Holding my breath, I pushed open the front door only to freeze as the bell perched on top jingled. A cold chill doused me from head to toe, and I was ready to flee at the drop of a hat, but surprisingly, no one came to investigate.
And it soon became apparent why, as my ears picked up on the sounds of a very intense and intimate exchange.
My heart hammered in my chest as my worst fear and greatest hope came true all at once. I should have turned around right there and then, but then I caught a whiff of it.
The same overpowering smell that Meg had dragged into the house, which felt like ages ago, but even then, I had never forgotten the scent. The pungent, sweet, and salty tang of a potent man that a woman could only dream of.
As the smell seared itself into my nostrils, the last bit of doubt vanished from my mind, and I fully entered the restaurant and crept forward towards the light, not knowing what I would find but hoping that it was everything I had imagined and more.