Holy shit, I'm finally done with this chapter. Welcome to part 2 of the trilogy. Today, we have one of the MILF's: Jancey Yates. Just one more girl being Tabby ... whatever I decided her last name to be. I was feeling generous and gave you a double treat. Jancey and someone else will be getting involved with Lincoln
Good thing, I'm doing fun facts again. Nothing crazy just to develop the characters such as zodiac signs, likes, and dislikes, and names. I'll do it for QTQ and CP, especially Crystal Prison. Now the reviews.
Pirohiko-Baltazar: Great now I have to do a TFS Hellsing references. Fuck there's so much that I can do.
Guest/Bryan Pacheco: I could but where can I go with that. I mean I can do an AU of an AU thanks to the multiverse
Mr. Haziq: Nice indeed.
JD1122: Jancey's chapter will have several scenes due to what I have in store. Probably more than 5 scenes. Tabby will be more of the previous format.
Tags: [MILF, Swinging, Vacation, Cruise, Flashing, Blowjob, Facial, Exhibitionism, Male Domination, Creampie, Handjobs, Taking pics, Role-playing, Big Booty, Deep throating, Bi-Vibes, LOTS of smut, Anal, Some BDSM, Pegging, Rimming and more] I've been writing this for weeks
Lisa stood up and stretched her arms to ease the tension. "Alright, what's the story with Jancey Yates?" The scientist asked her computer. The machine flashed and hummed to survey the next universe briefly.
"It's similar to the other chapters and thus aren't action-packed compared to Haiku and Alexandria," ISSAC informed his creator. "The set-up is more a standard porn plot but with an actual plot," The program scoffed at the laziness of explicit movie directors.
"Are we getting a ton of smut this time?" Lisa questioned with an arched brow.
"Oh, definitely," ISSAC smirked devilishly. Lisa matched the grin, pulling out one of her drawers and grabbing one of her favorite dildos. The screen flickered for the show to start.
Lincoln relaxed his breathing as upbeat music played from his wireless headphones. His azure eyes blazed with focus before sprinting towards the course. Years of training honed his body for swift and efficient movements as he maneuvered throughout the obstacle course. Lincoln wasted no energy while running, jumping, sliding, and swinging. He reached the finish line, panting as he checked his watch. "Alright, still making progress," Lincoln smiled, wiping his sweat from his brow. He exhaled, arching his back to relieve tension while drinking his water. The sixth child of the Loud family headed downstairs to the lockers during this chill afternoon at the Atlas gym.
"Hey, Lincoln, finished with your workout?" Mr. Yates asked. He finished his Spin class a few moments ago.
"Yeah, I'm heading to the showers," Lincoln remarked, cringing at how his orange shirt was sticking to his skin. Bumper sniffed himself and frowned. Maybe he should join. The men entered the vacant shower room and stripped. Bumper glanced at Lincoln as he removed his undercover, dropping his jaw at what he saw.
"Oh my," The older man whispered. Lincoln is packing that MEAT! The frost-haired man didn't notice the stares. He only wanted to shower. A few minutes passed as they went up with Jancey after grabbing some food. The Yates offered to drop Lincoln home. He agreed. Bumper exchanged a knowing look with his wife when they reached his apartment.
"Thanks for the ride," Lincoln told the couple, shutting the door behind him. The van rumbled as they drove off.
"Was he that big?" Jancey whispered.
"Yes!" Bumper Sr responded with a fervent nod. "He wasn't fully hard yet," He recalled, showing her a quick shot from his phone. It's Lincoln in a towel, but that didn't hide his cock pushing against the soft fabric.
"Ohhhhh," Jancey purred, sharing a look with her husband. "I think we found what we're looking for," They smiled.
Lincoln played the latest remastered edition of Muscle Fish when someone knocked on his apartment door. He arched a bow. That's weird since he wasn't expecting anyone. Whatever, it's probably one of his sisters or something. Lincoln opened the door revealing the Yates. "Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Yates," He greeted with a smile, opening the door wider for them to enter.
"Hey, Lincoln, we wanted to talk to you about something," Bumper Sr. answered as they walked inside. Lincoln gazed upon Jancey's amazing ass, moving like water with every step in those skintight leggings. Fuck she looks incredible in her mid-fifties. Jancey hasn't changed a bit since they moved down the street over ten years ago. Her vibrant blonde hair remained luscious and shined like the early morning sun. An eternally shining smile. It's gotten to the point that the local police had to charge them and make them sign a contract to not smile or limit it while driving.
"Sure, let me get you guys something to drink," Lincoln offered to the couple. "Do you have any requests?" He asked, opening his cupboards for some glasses.
"Some of that Blood Orange iced tea we heard so much about, sweetie," Jancey replied soothingly as they sat at the table. Lincoln nodded, pouring three cups of ice-cold burgundy liquid for them to enjoy. They sipped the refreshing beverage in their leisure.
"So, what did you guys want to talk to me about?" Lincoln asked the couple. Did they need something with Beau? Hopefully, it wasn't about Bumper Jr. again. He internally sighed. That's a part of his life he didn't want to relive again. Their smiles didn't imply that or a concerning matter. Lincoln relaxed again. It's probably something casual.
"We have a proposal for you," Jancey stated. Lincoln arched his brow. A proposal? Ok…ay then. She reached into her pockets and slid over a ticket to him. He scanned the voucher. Not a concert or movie ticket. The design was simplistic, depicting a pineapple wearing a captain's hat on the front riding a surfboard.
"This is a cruise ticket?!" Lincoln exclaimed with starry eyes as they nodded, maintaining their grin. He reached for the ticket but stopped while halting his enthusiasm. Wait a minute? They're just inviting him on a cruise. "What's the catch?" Lincoln probed the couple for answers. "I'm not turning down the offer. I just want to know my role in all of this," He gestured to the married couple easing the atmosphere. The Yates shared a smile, holding hands with the other. His instincts yelled at him upon witnessing those grins.
"Nothing crazy, Lincoln," Jancey informed. "Bumper and I each need a plus 1 for this cruise," She explained. Both of them need a plus 1? That's oddly generous. Hmmm. The cruise industry took a massive blow during the pandemic and environmental backlash. Lincoln grabbed the ticket, scanning the information. It's a six-day and five-night long cruise trip starting in Canada. Okay, the standard length. Adults only, with 18 to 21 being the minimum age? Lincoln checked the back. Oh. It's a swinger's cruise. Wait a toe-picking minute? Lincoln read that again with calculating intent, ensuring that he read that correctly. Where's the damn fine print?
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"Oh…it's that type of cruise," Lincoln whispered with blazing pink cheeks while they continued to beam at the flustered young man with a nod. "Why me exactly?" He asked the million-dollar question. There are hundreds of people that they could've asked. Hell, they could've asked his parents. Oh fuck, ew no, yuck. Shit, they probably did.
"Think of this as a more personal way of saying thanks for helping us with our kids," Bumper explained. He can understand Beatrix, Belle, and Beau. His sisters helped with their interests while Lincoln tutored Beau on occasions. Bumper Jr on, however … yeah. He and Lynn kicked his ass, exposed, and humiliated him on several occasions. It's in the art of war. If you do someone dirty, do them dirty in front of their squad. Yeah, I know I haven't gotten to that part yet, so hold your houses. Fortunately, Bumper Jr. relaxed and swapped his attention to Paravanna. That's the Muslim girl in Luan's drama club. "Plus, we find you incredibly attractive," He blurted out with his wife nodding enthusiastically.
"Oh, thank you," Lincoln stammered at the response before rounding his eyes. "We?" He pointed at the couple. Does he have to fuck both of them?
"Oh no, sweetie, you're my plus one," Jancey purred, placing her smooth hand on top of his, rubbing the tip with her thumb. His face flushed crimson on the answer. She chose him? Wait. That explains why Bumper Sr. was staring at him when they were in the showers.
"I already found my plus one," The husband replied, wrapping an arm on her shoulder. "So what do you say, Lincoln?"
He waited for a few seconds to gather his thoughts. "Let's make sure that I have everything clear," Lincoln started after an exhale. "You're inviting me to a swingers cruise," He said. They nodded, prolonging their grins. "I'm allowed to …," Lincoln cleared his throat, averting his gaze. "I'm allowed to fuck your wife with no strings attached," He wanted to confirm the situation.
"Yes,/Of course," The Yates nodded like a bobblehead, getting more amorous with each passing second. "Menopause kicked in a few years ago. You can fill me up as much as you like," Jancey bit her lip.
"Please do. She loves being creampied," Bumper Sr. insisted on the notion as she nodded. Jancey shivered at some of her past encounters. Fuck, those thick, creamy loads left her stuffed with cozy gratification. Don't worry. Bumper Sr. has his fair share as well. It keeps them well-rounded in their marriage.
Lincoln chugged the rest of his drink. "Alright, let's do this," He answered straight, leaning back in his chair. Why waste this opportunity? The forbidden temptation of copulating with another man's wife is a delectable treat. Sacred vows are cast aside for exhaustive pleasure. Even better now that Bumper gave his consent to do so. No guilt or sneaking around to craft logical alibis for what he was doing with Jancey. "Do I have to sign something?" Lincoln asked. Their eager hands slid him a consent form with a blue pen. The Yate's smiles expanded, threatening to split their faces as he signed his information. "Anything else?" He passed the paper back to his neighbors after checking his information.
"A quick medical report for any STIs and STDs," Bumper Sr. mentioned. That shouldn't be too hard. Lincoln can go to Lisa for a diagnosis. "They can't risk an outbreak. It's bad for business," He clarified. Everyone will have multiple sexual partners throughout the trip. It's a warm, moist breeding ground for bacteria. "We leave in two weeks," The couple arose, satisfied with their accomplished mission. "Oh, bring some formal attire for one of the days," Bumper Sr. informed.
"Is it black tie?" Lincoln asked, putting the cups in the sink. He had a few suits here and there.
"Creative," Jancey revealed with a charming grin. Formal but not that formal. "Thank you for joining us," She purred with a half-lidded expression. Lincoln's breath got caught in his throat at her alluring tone. Goosebumps and hair erected from his body as the approaching cougar got closer to him. This is new. "Let me show what we'll do together," Jancey whispered before capturing his lips. His eyes bulged out at the action. She is kissing him right in front of her husband. Her nimble tongue poked against his mouth. Lincoln opened his jaw for her to slide in. He moaned, twisting their tongues, sampling each other's tastebuds. His body relaxed, melting into her calming touch across his face and neck. Jancey pushed her chest into his own, sharing her body heat with him. His primal desires controlled his hands to rest on her womanly hips. Was this really happening? The blood rushing to his throbbing cock appears to agree. One way to find out. Her surprised gasp morphed into a pleased moan pressing her smooth lips as he grasped two handfuls of her rump.
"Hey, save that for the cruise, and I don't have my camera," Bumper Sr. acknowledged as they departed their lips.
"See you in two weeks, Lincoln," Jancey panted, placing a finger on Lincoln's lips. She went to her husband, strolling to the door with fingers locked. "Also, don't bring any condoms, and save up for me, please." She announced, glancing over her shoulder before shutting the door.
"This is going to be fucking awesome!" Lincoln cheered, hopping back to his video game.
Two weeks have passed. Everything went smoothly. His job approved his vacation time. Thanks, COVID-19. You helped workers' rights. The weird part was explaining the situation to his parents. They waved it off, telling him to have fun and enjoy himself. He's an adult, and he can make his own choices. Plus, it's the Yates. Rita and Lynn Sr. trusted them. Welp. That clears up all of the awkwardness. Lincoln grabbed his suitcase and backpack while he double-checked everything. Okay, the lights and oven were off. He had already eaten lunch. His room and the kitchen were cleaned. His phone, wallet, and keys are in his pocket. Alright, he's good to go. Now he waits to fuck another man's wife for a week.
"Hey, are you ready?" A message from Jancey appeared on his phone. "We're on our way," She replied with a devil and winking face emoji.
"Yes, Mrs. Yates," Lincoln answered while on his couch. He wore casual beach/ pool attire. A plain orange t-shirt and denim shorts with a light blue hoodie.
"It's Jancey~" Jancey corrected him with a smirk. He gulped with a blush. "We're downstairs," She purred.
"On my way," Lincoln got up, giving his apartment a final look before locking the door behind him. The Yates were waiting in their minivan downstairs. They waved to him with their signature grins as they unlocked the door for him. Lincoln put his orange luggage in the back, closing it with a secure slam.
"Hey, Lincoln," Bumper Sr. and Jancey smiled as Lincoln entered the middle row.
"Hey, Mr. Yates, Jancey," Lincoln replied before shifting into a meek voice mentioning the mature woman's name. He clicked his seatbelt before they drove off. "So, where's your plus one, Mr. Yates?" The frost-haired male asked.
"She's meeting us at the ferry," Bumper Sr. answered, glancing at his rearview mirror, signaling right on his blinker. Lincoln received numerous messages from his friends and family wishing him a safe and wonderful vacation and to take some pictures. He omitted some of the details. How do you tell them that you're going on a swingers cruise? His parents probably knew, and whoever is Bumper Sr's plus. Does he know them? Probably not. Whatever he'll know when they arrive. Lincoln rose a brow from a message from Jancey before his eyes rounded at the contents. It's a nude of Jancey. Several of them. He gulped at the curves of this mature woman. Lincoln paused at a photo of Jancey performing the Jack-O challenge. Damn, she was flexible. Her legs spread for her pink flower to bloom as the nectar flowed down her thick creamy thighs. Some were from years ago in various poses and costumes. Eagle spread, maid, catgirl maid, and more.
"Is everything okay, Lincoln?" Jancey teased her plus one as he marveled at the pictures she had just sent. "You're a little quiet over there," She peeked over her shoulder.
"I'm fine, Jancey. Just texting some of my family," Lincoln stammered in his response to keep his composure. Another notification from her. He swiftly glanced at the couple before opening the message. Jancey flashed her succulent rosy nipple with her seductive grin at the top of the picture. "Please don't blow your load in your pants. I want it in my mouth," The caption read. This photo was recent. She's wearing the same pink tank top. His white hair was in the corner. He crossed his legs to tame his throbbing penis while the buildings became scarce as salt filled the air. A medium-sized cruise liner grew over the horizon as they approached the port with a noticeable crowd. Bumper Sr. parked the van before checking his phone.
"Oh, she's here," He brought up. The trio exited the vehicle with their luggage. "Flowing red dress and a wide brim sun hat with a white flower on top," Bumper listed off the description.
Lincoln's detective eyes scanned the area for someone matching those traits. There are several sign-in stations for the vacationers when it's time to board. Many people were going on this cruise ranging from his age to the elderly. Couples looking to spice up their love life. They were anxious, keeping themselves. Others were relaxed, chatting with other patrons in their little groups. This probably wasn't their first trip. His blue eyes paused at a woman sitting on one of the nearby benches. Red dress and white flower on a sun hat. "Is that her?" Lincoln gestured with her head. Bumper Sr. narrowed his eyes before smiling.
"Yep, that's her," He confirmed. "Kate, we're over here," Bumper Sr. called out to the woman. She grinned while strolling over to them. Lincoln titled his head at the name. Kate? Why does that seem so familiar? The woman got closer, enabling him to analyze her features. Wait a second? He knows her!
"Mrs. Bernardo?" Lincoln asked in disbelief. Bumper Sr. got one of his old teachers as his plus one?
"Lincoln Leonidas Loud?" Kate probed, narrowing her eyes before curving her lips upwards at the white hair. "Sweet Shakespeare, it is you. It's been ages," She exaggerated. Lincoln rolled his eyes. Only three to four years since he graduated. "I've never expected you to be here," Her dramatic scanned his figure. My oh my. He's a double scoop of vanilla on this warm afternoon.
"That's how life goes. You'll never know what to expect until you read their story,"
"One of my old quotes," Kate smiled. "No wonder you're one of my favorite students," She remarked, getting closer to him.
"More than Luan, Mrs. Bernardo?" Lincoln teased.
"You're getting there," Kate replied, pinching her fingers. "No need for formalities. Get over here," She exclaimed right before embracing her old student. "Also, it's Ms. Bernardo, but for this trip. You can call me Kate," The drama teacher purred into his ear, forcing the blush to rush to his neck. She pushed her chest into him. Lincoln's eyes widened at her nipples poking him. Holy shit, she isn't wearing a bra. Is she…is she nude under this? His hands lowered, tracing the curve of her spine against the silk before stopping at her waist. "A few moments longer, my dear," Kate huskily whispered. "Soon, you'll release your passion," She released while Jancey and Bumper Sr. smiled. The cruise ship horn bellowed, gathering the attention of the crowd.
"This is your captain speaking. We have completed our pre-board check and are ready to welcome you aboard," The captain spoke as a staircase extended to the docks. "If you have already checked in, please head to the designated areas. If not, please register at the nearest stand," The microphone clicked off as people started to climb aboard.
"You heard the captain. Let's go, everyone," Bumper Sr. told the group before heading to the stand. "Yates. Party of four," He answered, but Lincoln didn't hear them. His hazy eyes followed Kate and Jancey while placing their heavy luggage down. The employee marked their bags, putting them on a carrier as another handed them wristbands.
"All aboard," It's time to go. Lincoln's heart raced as they climbed the stairs. It's really happening. There's no turning back now. The sunlight illuminated Kate's dress revealing everything for Lincoln to view. Her figure was remarkably slender, contrasting Jancey's curvaceous body. He knew that she wasn't flat. Not in the slightest. His eyes darkened with hunger as they reached the top. He can have both of them if he so desires. All he has to do is ask. Another length horn broke his train of thoughts as they embarked on their cruise. The PA system screeched to life. "Good afternoon. Welcome to our Lake exploration trip. We'll be traveling throughout the Great Lakes and parts of Canada. The bar will be open within the hour," Portions of the crowd cheered. "Believe me, I know how you guys feel," The captain chuckled at their excitement. "Today's theme is Relax and Mingle. Dip a toe in the pool, chat with your fellow shipmates, let it all hang out, or head to your rooms. It's all your choice," CLICK. Some of them didn't need to be told twice. Bras, shirts, and other articles of clothing were cast aside and placed into their bags. There was no hint of shame on this cruise as more people got comfortable showing off their nudes. A whirring blender caught their attention when a pair of bartenders opened shop.
"Tropical Fruit cocktails coming right up, everyone!" A brunette female announced while her coworker prepared a row of glasses. Customers lined up for a drink. It's almost five o'clock somewhere, so who cares. Others scattered to find the pool or to get down and dirty with their plus ones in their rooms.
"I'm going to find our cabin," Lincoln told the group before a middle-aged petite woman strolled past with her pierced nipples on the display for them to see. Kate took this chance to hook her arm into hers. He glanced at this exchange.
"Us plus one have to stick together," Kate offered him a performer's smile. He shyly averted her gaze as they walked off, leaving the couple to their own activities.
The pair chatted about what occurred after graduation. Kate steadily gained more prominent acting roles, going up to one of the main side characters in some cases. Lincoln started working at one of the local animation studios as a storyboard artist along with concept art.
"I'm glad you're achieving your goals, Lincoln. You always had that intense flare in your eyes," Kate praised her former student, pulling him closer to her.
"Thanks, -Kate, sorry," Lincoln replied with his tongue slipping before correcting himself. Old habits die hard. She giggled at his timidness, grinning as he glanced at her supple cleavage. An actress must gather attention with minimal effort. It's always the soft scenes that manifest the most significant impact. The stage is set but now, what's her role? Kate is a woman with her vigor and appetite tempered by maturity. Lincoln is a male, still full of life and inexperience. Not a virgin by any means. Yet something still holds him back. He agreed to this engagement, so what is it? Kate analyzed the script before it smacked her. Ahhhh…the sacred vows between Jancey and Bumper Sr and the history they have together as neighbors. Her smirk widened at the potential of the week. A simple crack in the vague image of civility for the overwhelming tide of ecstasy to consume him. Hmmm, some improv is required for the scene to flourish. They slowed their pace to discover their assigned room, located in the upper-middle section of the cruise ship. "Okay… 4L,4L,4L. Here it is," Lincoln swiped his key card. The light turned green, allowing them to enter. They were welcome to a modestly exquisite suite room with warm and cool colors of orange, yellow, and blue. Sweet, their luggage is already here.
"Damn, they got us a Suite," Kate whistled at their room, tossing her bag on the turquoise sofa while Lincoln rested his backpack on the ebony desk. Kate opened the balcony doors for them to marginate in the serene atmosphere with outstretched arms. "Ahhhhh yes, the salty gentle air, the beaming sun rays as the harmonic waves crashed at the ship," She inhaled and exhaled. "Take it all in, my dear Lincoln," Kate replied with her eyes closed, leaning against the railing. Lincoln playfully rolled his eyes. She's in stage mode. He glanced and paused at the beauty in front of him. How the sun reflected off her fair skin, creating a heavenly glow with her crimson dress fluttered in the wind while calmly gazing at the sea. His artistic drive revved at sight.
"Ms. Bernardo, keep that pose," Lincoln ordered his former teacher while rummaging through his bag. She turned her head, arching her eyebrow at his suggestion. He found his drawing utilities; a simple sketchbook and mechanical pencil. Her eyes lit up when he sat on the floor with his back against the queen-size bed, guiding his pencil throughout the page. The wind picked up, creating an idea for Kate. She spread her legs over so slightly. Now she waits. The drama teacher gazed at the ocean while working on his latest masterpiece. His focused eyes traced her womanly curves, forcing her to bite her ruby lips. Oh, she loved how intense his gaze was. It's making her lower mouth salivate. Some people called her an attention whore. What's wrong with someone giving their undivided attention to you? That's why she adores acting. Dozens to hundreds of people notice you and just you. "And done," Lincoln confirmed, writing his signature on the bottom of the page.
"That was quick," Kate mentioned with doubt in her voice. Lincoln smirked, showing her his work. Her eyes twinkled with astonishment at the sheer attention to detail. He captured everything. The sunbeams, her serene experience to the fluttering of her dress in the wind. Lincoln created a hyper-realistic sketch. No. The outline of a black and white photo. "How about another pose?" She cooed, striking a pose, fully facing him. He captured her back, so the front needs attention.
"Sure, Kate," Lincoln agreed, flipping over a page. He readied his pencil to draw before his blue eyes expanded and cock enlarged at the scene. "Ummmm…," He stammered as his face blazed with lust.
"Is something wrong, Lincoln?" Kate teased. The breeze amplified, raising the front of her dress to reveal her lower glory. No underwear. "Or do you want a closer look?" She tempted the frost-haired male, holding the front of her dress herself, displaying for her snatch.
"A closer look," Lincoln muttered with a quick glance. Her smirk widened at the response, watching him fidget, placing his supplies away as she edged closer. The actress parched her right leg on the edge of the bed, leaving nothing to the imagination. Okay, I understand that this is a Jancey Yates chapter, but I have nothing for some characters. This allows me to kill two birds with one stone. Plus, for some reason, I enjoy writing her character.
"Here you go," Kate purred with lowered eyelids. He gulped at the image burning in his memory. Shit, she's an outie with a tuft of dark black hair right above the moist slit. "You know what to do," The teacher informed the memorized Lincoln, spreading her pink lips. His tongue was immediately inserted into her entrance. She shuddered at his tongue, wiggling around like a serpent searching for prey. Her silky hand pushed his head deeper while grinding into his gorgeous face. He guzzled her essence like a parched desert traveler, discovering a rare gem of an oasis blessing him. "Slow down, Lincoln~. We have all week," Kate advised with husky half-lidded eyes. Lincoln eased his slurping, calming himself as he continued to sample her with his hands roaming on her slim thighs. "That's right, Lincoln~. Enjoy the taste and savor it. Let it…fog your …mind!" Kate gasped and moaned in a breathy voice with a twitchy eye as her body convulsed in pleasure. Lincoln released his mouth with steamy gasps, gazing deeply into the other's eyes. "Definitely an A-plus," She panted with a laugh before crouching down to deliver a deep smooch. Kate cupped his face while their tongues swapped each other's delectable taste. His hand slipped into her dress to massage one of her modest mounds. "How's the taste and sensation?" Kate bragged while sitting on his lap.
"Delicious and soft," Lincoln replied, matching her seductive expression. She smooched him again.
"Good answer," Kate flirted, rubbing her thumb across his cheek before smirking at the tent forming in his pants. "Allow me to return the favor," Her fingers unbuttoned and pulled down his shorts. The edges of her mouth curled at the wet spot on the front of his gray underwear. "Now for the grand act?" Kate gripped the hem of his undergarments and removed it. BOING! Her eyes widened at the size and girth of the fleshy spear. Fuck, it's almost to her wrist. "That's a cock!" She praised. It's going to ravish her throat. Like that's going to stop her. "No wonder your mother was willing to have eleven kids," Kate mentioned while tenderly stroking his cock. She dragged her bag and reached for her digital camera before passing it to Lincoln. "Make sure you get my good side," The drama teacher positioned herself in front of his penis. He activated the camera, checking if it worked by moving it up and down. No lag or gritty image.
"And action," Lincoln started the video. Kate brushed his cock, teasing it with her plump lips and her gliding tongue, creating an array of lipstick stains and spit trails.
"Fuck, this cock is gorgeous. I love how smooth it feels on my nice wet tongue," She purred into the camera, gazing seductively. Her mouth sucked on the sensitive head as droplets of pre-cum leaked out while her hand cupped and massaged his balls. Lincoln shuddered while the camera flashed to take pictures for her albums. His face flushed at the experience. He can't believe that his old teacher was giving him a blowjob. "So fucking good," Kate growled like a fox in heat. "I'm getting so wet just thinking about how deep I can take it," She moaned, leisurely dragging her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. Kate winked at the camera right when she opened her jaw to take him in but not all of him. She taunted him by sucking the few inches of his phallus while stroking him with sultry eyes.
"Shit, that's good," Lincoln breathed sharply. However, both of them knew that she could do better. "Deeper," He commanded.
"Make me," Kate taunted with his penis in her mouth. That simple phrase flipped a switch in Lincoln's brain. His strong hand rested heavily on the crown of her head before gripping her black hair down to her roots, causing her heart to race in excitement. "Keep the camera on me," She requested as he nodded. As Lincoln steadily pushed his cock into her throat, her eyes enlarged as his phallus stretched her throat to the limit. Kate gagged and struggled with reactionary tears running down her face, ruining the mascara that she meticulously applied for the day. Saliva coated his penis, creating a vice grip while she sharply and rapidly breathed through her nose. Soon Kate found her rhythm with her lips resting on the base of his shaft. Lincoln motioned her head at a constant pace, keeping their lustful gazes locked. Like a good slut, Kate removed her hands as she rubbed herself. He captured this moment. Kate Bernardo sucking his dick with a sweaty face, ruined make-up as she pleasured herself.
"UGH fuck, you're so good," Lincoln growled like a starving bear searching for prey before the winter. She hummed with her mouth salivating at the praise while Lincoln tilted his head back, curling his toes at the juicy suction. All manner of professionalism was lost, only raw, riveting passion. Kate groaned and slurped, besmirching her face, neck, and his length with spittle. His body twitched when he thrust up. Her eyes rolled back, gagging at the sudden action as it pierced the bottom of her throat. "Fuck, you got even tighter," Lincoln muttered at the rumbling sensation.
"Again," Kate demanded with her mouth stuffed with cock. Her tongue slithered, lapping the underside of his scrotum. "Use my throat and drown me with your cum!" She pleaded. He removed her from his meat.
"You want my cum, huh?" Lincoln questioned with his voice heavy and consumed with lust. She nodded as he smirked beastly. "You got it!" He plunged himself back in. Her eyes rolled into their sockets while tears filled them. Lincoln pounded the vice grip of a velvet throat with his fingers still on the camera, documenting each moment. A familiar rumble emerged. Kate felt him twitching inside of her. She created the beggar's hand under her jaw to capture any incoming droplets. "Oh shit fuck, I'm almost there, Kate. You better swallow it all," Lincoln ordered as his thrusts grew wilder and unfocused with haggard breathes. Kate knew her role. She doesn't need to be told twice. With one final push, he erupted in her mouth, inflating her cheeks like a freshly shaken bottle of coca-cola. Kate gulped the white heated semen with every bounce of her throat while her hands captured all that slipped. She released him with a pop of her lips, with a few tiny bursts of cum landing on her face. They panted for a few moments after the deliciously exhilarating experience.
"Goodness, you were thick," Kate panted while swirling her tongue around her maw. She swallowed in intervals to savor that creamy pudding he produced. Her lips curved at his still throbbing phallus. "Shit, you're still hard," She purred.
"I think I have one more in me," Lincoln bragged. She copied his expression before slurping the rest in her hands. He got on the bed, stroking his sensitive cock. "You ready for the money shot?" Lincoln boasted as she crawled forward.
"An actress is always ready," Kate confirmed with her tongue out again, rolling her eyes back and giving him a double peace sign. Ah yes, the classic Ahego pose. It coaxed him to stroke faster. She remained as she was, attempting not to ruin the photo.
"Fuck," Lincoln moaned gutturally as he coated her face white. He panted as the camera flashed for each picture before collapsing on the bed. "Holy shit, you were awesome," He praised his teacher.
"Thank you, Lincoln," Kate replied with a giggle, cleaning the mess with her fingers. "So sweet," She whispered while sampling the fruits of her labor. His eyes widened at another familiar sensation.
"I'm heading to the bathroom," Lincoln announced before scurrying. She smiled right when she grabbed her camera and scrolled through the photos until the toilet flushed. Lincoln exhaled with satisfaction when he passed over some wipes and a complimentary water bottle to Ms. Bernardo. She turned on the tv as he lay next to her. "I think this will be a good vacation," Lincoln placed his hands behind his head while the waves crashed against the ship.
"As do I," Kate remarked, staring at his exposed cock. He flinched at the circles she traced on the delicate head. "Especially this one right here," She always knew that he was unique in various ways.
"To be honest, I always wanted to fuck one of my teachers. You were among the top five," Lincoln revealed, still on that high.
"Why, thank you," Kate purred, resting her head on his shoulder. "I do try to be that teacher besides, you were my favorite in your class," She flirted as his cheeks flushed pink. They watched a movie as the sun started to disappear under the horizon spreading purple and indigo across the sea.
"We're back," The Yates announced, returning with ruffled hair and wrinkled clothes while Jancey was topless. Her eyes widened at the size of Lincoln's flaccid cock. "Is that what you were talking about?" She whispered to her husband, who nodded to confirm.
"You two definitely had fun," Bumper declared with a quick sniff of the room.
"That we did," Kate bragged, showing off the camera. "Want to see what we did?" She bargained with the pair.
"Do I?" The Yates' eyes opened, glittering with excitement. They rushed to the drama teacher, fawning over the video and pictures. Fuck it got them hot and ready. He blushed at their amorous stares, focusing on the movie instead. The couple went to their room in 4M. They have connecting rooms. If they want to have some fun, they're just a simple knock away. Everything else was relaxing with a quick trip to the dining hall. Today was a BBQ. Jancey rubbed his thighs, alluding him to what's to come later on. They went to their rooms after a beautiful dinner. He sent a quick message to his family before sleeping with Kate by his side.
Alright, day two. Everyone was at the pool. Okay, not everyone but a considerable number of people was there. After coming down from the water slide, Lincoln emerged from the pool to grab his white towel, strolling past a clothing-optional sign. Initially, it shocked him watching people strip naked, but it quickly wore off. Those are people on vacation, trying to have some fun. Just ordinary people like himself. Nothing to worry about. He wiped his face, observing the various patrons, wondering what their stories were. It's primarily people his parents' age. Lincoln settled on a group lounging at one of the bars. She is a muscular Asian woman in a green swimsuit with angular features and a small key around her neck. Awesome tattoos, but what's the key for? Lincoln glanced at the stoic nude man next to her as they had their arms around each other's waist. Oh. He has a cock cage. They were chatting with a plain-looking statuesque woman with long blonde hair and dark green eyes. A dark-skinned male with a tattoo on his side approached her with two drinks in his hand. Wait a sec?! His penis is pierced?! Lincoln crossed his legs, unable to imagine how that would feel. Was that called Prince Albert or something? Someone tapped on his shoulder.
"Lincoln, sweetie, can you help put this sunscreen on me, please?" Jancey requested with a flirty grin. Lincoln surveyed her bathing suit. Okay, that's definitely not a swimsuit you wear around the kids. She was in a revealing microkini with only a see-through layer of black fabric for her nipples and snatch.
"Sure," Lincoln smirked, following her to the tanning chairs while watching her bubble butt jiggle. It's around the corner, providing some privacy where a line of chairs and a few vacationers basked in the mid-afternoon sun. The two found an empty chair. She handed him the bottle of Banana Boat.
"Make sure you got everywhere," Jancey playfully coaxed him as Lincoln squeezed the bottle and rubbed the soothing, protective creamy substance in his hands. She loosened her top, enabling her tits to breathe some fresh air and feel the gentle tingle of the sun, positioning herself between his legs. He started simply with her shoulders and arms. "Mhmm, that's nice," She purred as his hands massaged her shoulders.
"Does that feel good, Jancey?" Lincoln whispered, squirting more sunscreen into his hands.
"Mhmm, yes," Jancey cooed while his hands roamed on her back. "I think the front needs some love too," She persuaded her plus one. He nodded before caressing her slender waist and toned stomach. Damn, those years at the gym did wonders for her. Lincoln continued as she closed her eyes, humming with delight. "God, you're good with your hands," Jancey praised, tilting her head to the side, exposing her vulnerable neck to him. Lincoln gazed at the neck before smooching the nape while his hands reached the underside of her mounds. "Oh, that's really nice," She said, sultry while rubbing his thighs as he continued to peck her neck. Jancey bit her lip as Lincoln took his time. That's right, Lincoln, enjoy yourself. "Ah~" She whimpered at the sudden suckling on her neck. He swapped between kissing, sucking, and nibbling on her neck.
All while his thoughts conflicted with each other. One part of him said he shouldn't be doing this as this was someone's wife. Another part said, why the fuck not? Everything is consensual and legal. Besides, they invited him and his drama teacher for Bumper Sr. This morning, before breakfast, Kate rearranged Bumper's guts with an eight-inch red dragon strap-on.
So why shouldn't he indulge himself with another man's wife that he mutually provided without any strings?
That's what all Lincoln needed. He cupped and fondled her mammaries, causing her breathing to hasten. They were smooth, plump, and healthy."That's more like it," Jancey whispered to his roaming hands, discovering every skin patch. His cock throbbed as his heart rumbled, yet he remained calm. Why would he be nervous? He's allowed to do this.
"Jancey…" Lincoln called out to the MILF. She turned to him and opened her mouth. He captured and devoured her lips, ramming his tongue inside. She welcomed it as this was round 2. They didn't care that people were watching them. She shivered, moaning into his mouth as he pinched her nipples between his fingers and slightly pulled them. Their tongues swirled for them to see. " The top's done," He panted with his steamy breath. "Now for the bottom,"
"You have a lot of ground to cover," Jancey urged the young man as she flipped on her stomach, wiggling her ass. He applied more sunblock to his palms. His fingers sank into her doughy flesh as he smoothly kneaded her thighs. "Hmmm, that's nice," She hummed at the pressure. Lincoln's hands arrived at the crease of Jancey's rear, grabbing a handful. It wiggled like a fluffy pancake. Her ass wobbled exquisitely because this was high-quality. You can't buy this from a store. No. It's homegrown and 100% natural, still outclassing some women his age. "Someone's enjoying himself," She teased as he massaged her butt.
"Oh, I am," Lincoln mentioned before gaining an idea. He pulled the bikini bottom to the side before pausing for a short moment. Is he really going to this? Lincoln takes a deep breath and spreads her cheeks.
Jancey opened her eyes in surprise at Lincoln's tongue licking her butthole. "Oh my! That's what you're going for," She exclaimed as he stopped.
"Do you want me to stop?" Lincoln asked with his face smothered in her booty cheeks.
"Oh no, keep going," Jancey coaxed her neighbor. "I've tried to get Bumper to do this for yeARSSS!" She mentioned, shivering when Lincoln inserted his tongue into her backdoor. A blue-haired woman shot her plus one a judgemental glare as they observed Lincoln eat Jancey's booty groceries. She bit her lips, flexing her toes at Lincoln, digging deeper, suffocating himself for the experience. It had a taste. However, he can't describe it. All he knew was that she was clean due to pre-planning. Lincoln freed himself to reclaim oxygen with a dazed expression. "You've been for a few minutes now," She teased, glancing at her watch. Her grin widened at the expansion of her buns. "Round two?" Jancey questioned, peeking over her shoulder. Several crowd members muttered, licking their lips at Lincoln's cock. You can't have an excellent pair of buns without a juicy piece of meat between them. He maintained his secure hold, squeezing her two halves as he thrusted. "Allow me, Lincoln," She requested, using her toned muscles to do the work. He groaned at the pressure. "Like that?" Jancey purred right when Lincoln held her waist.
"Yes, ma'am," Lincoln nodded while moving his hips. Her eyes glimmered in amusement. Still, respectfully, I see.
"It's Jancey," She clarified, pressing harder against him. The sunscreen enabled him to glide without resistance as his cock hardly appeared. He grabbed her shoulder, pushing her down into the chair. "That's it. Get a little rough. I have enough cushion for it," Jancey encouraged the fertile young man. His groans got their viewers hot and bothered. It's a classic scene. A stunning young man indulging his carnal urges with a mature woman. Bonus points for Jancey being a married woman. One of the chef's kisses of porn plots. Lincoln's grunts quickened and deepened upon reaching his limits. "Let it all out, Lincoln," Jancey urged him.
"UGGGGHHH!" Lincoln exploded his passion all over her back. It splatters in an abstract pattern with lines, spots, and indistinct shapes. She hummed at the soothing fluid covering her. Lincoln panted, searching for a towel.
"Just leave it there," Jancey cooed. "I love the feeling," She exhaled through her nose, perking up at an idea. "Take a picture for Bumper, would you, sweetie?" Jancey requested. Lincoln found the camera, snapping a few photos for the couple. "Thank you," She grinned. Lincoln leaned forward, kissing the side of her neck. "Ohhh~ That's nice," Jancey shuddered at the gentle touch. He increased the suction on her neck as her hand caressed his cheek. His lips departed with a blank expression when his eyes rounded at the faint purple mark.
"Oh shit, I left a hickey," Lincoln revealed to the MILF. She nonchalantly peeked at the blemish.
"Lincoln, you cummed all over my back and took a picture of it," Jancey remarked, arching her brow at this concern. "You think I care about a simple hickey?"
"Oh… when you put it like that," Lincoln muttered. What was he thinking? Jancey gazed at the cum droplets leaking from the tip.
"Mhmm," She cracked a grin, turning over to suck on the tender head. Lincoln ogled her, slurping. Her tongue slid on the underside of his cock with a glamorous shine in her eyes. POP! "Yummy," Jancey whispered, licking the corners of her mouth before laying back on her stomach. "Thank you for the meal. I'll see you later, Lincoln," She smirked. "We have a lot to do this week,"
Lincoln pulled up his pants, ignoring the inquisitive stares. More people experimented with their partners after witnessing him and Jancey. "You're welcome, Jancey. I'm heading to the arcade," He grinned, smacking her ass before walking off. The MILF yelped, smiling at the sting. She hummed, enjoying the sun on her skin. Oh, this will be a fun vacation.
The cruise ship stopped to discover more of the natural wonders of Michigan. They were placed in groups with tour guides to expand their knowledge and ensure their safety. Domestic tourism exploded within the last few years. The relevance of airports regressed thanks to the pandemic and the intercontinental metro rail system. It boosted the local economy throughout the Rust Belt. Everyone despised waking up early at the crack of dawn for a several-hour drive, paying thirty-plus dollars with an overpriced plane ticket just for the next state or city. Only for it to be delayed or canceled or missing after an unexpected gate change to the other side of the airport. It sucked. Fortunately, there were plans for defunct airports such as mixed communities, commercial districts and residential areas, banks, and academic facilities for the smaller ones. The only ones who complained were those with private jets. Investors, some politicians, and multimillionaire influencers and gurus. We all know the type. They're the people we see on social media, flexing on how richer they are from you. Thanks to the hustler mindset despite their parents being wealthy making. Everything about them is a front or scamming their followers. Crypto was their favorite method. How to make an excessive amount of money in a few days. That's a common one. Their subscriber and fanbase dropped faster than Fallout 76 and Battlefield 2042. Nobody cared. The algorithm cheered as they faded into irrelevancy.
Now, where did they go? The cruise-goers documented the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore and Bond Falls Scenic Site. Jancey and Kate snuck away with their partners to become one with nature, rejoining their groups before anyone noticed. The ship bellowed for them to return before nightfall. Why? Today's theme is Casino Night. Lincoln wore his David Steele-inspired suit and orange tie. Simple yet elegant. Kate had a scarlet cocktail dress.
"My, my, someone's ready for some VIP treatment," She purred as he placed the finishing touches while rubbing his stout shoulders. His cologne tickled her senses.
"Of course, Kate Bernardo. The Leading actress in several of the year's hottest films," Lincoln appealed to her ego. She slithered her hands to his crotch.
"Are you trying to get me riled up?" Kate baited with heated breaths against his ear. "Because I will suck your balls flat like an aspiring actress on the casting couch," She promised, pinching his zipper when they interrupted with a knocking on their door.
Lincoln offered his arm to his drama teacher. "Shall we?" He smiled, as did she. Kate hooked his arm, pushing her breast against his firm bicep. The Yate waited for them outside their room. Mr. Yate is in the classic black suit with a solid red tie, while Mrs. Yate is styled in a flowing white dress with a plunging neckline, displaying her subtle tan lines. No bra either.
"Everyone ready?" Bumper Sr. asked the group. They nodded, following the spade arrows to one of the entertainment halls as casino music played. Teams of workers handed cocktails and jello shots to the vacation goers, strolling inside on the red carpet. The Royal Woods residents were welcomed with the flashing lights of slot machines and a relaxing melody of the live band. At the same time, crowds played poker, roulette, and blackjack. They tried themselves to the buffet. Hey, you can't play on an empty stomach. No high-stakes plays. Just casual fun for the people with a few prizes. That didn't stop Lincoln from putting on a show for the crowd. He's playing poker against five others with the odds in his favor.
"I fold," An elderly woman with graying black threw her cards in a pile.
"Me too," A stocky man with delicate features, very long, dark brown hair, and dark hazel eyes. The rest of the table did the same except for one. Lincoln scanned the extravagant rings and watch on the older debonair man's hand as he smoked a cigar. He resembled the Most interesting man in the world. Man, does anyone remember those commercials?
"All in," He announced in a smoky voice, shoving a stack of chips. A blonde employee with a curly bun used her apparatus to add the chips to the pile.
"Same," Lincoln remarked as the growing crowd gasped at his boldness
"Straight flush," The gentlemen smirked, flipping his cards as Lincoln blankly glanced at his cards. He prolonged his smirk, taking another puff of his cigar. No way this kid can win.
"Royal Flush," Lincoln announced as the older gentlemen's eyes exploded with disbelief. "I'll be taking these," He grabbed the pile to exchange for a prize with Kate close behind. The crowd dispersed, leaving the man alone. A pair of personnel escorted him to make room for the next patch of players. The Yates stayed while Lincoln and Kate headed to their room with a hundred-dollar visa gift card.
"Ohhhhh, that was so satisfying to him get put in his place," Kate growled in enthusiasm, recalling that dumbstruck glimmer in her opponent's eyes. "I am in your debt," She exaggerated as Lincoln rolled his eyes. "I'll work my ass off for whatever you desire," Kate suggested. He stopped with only the waves.
"Whatever I desired," Lincoln stated when she nodded. Anything. "Well, I desire YOU!" He pounced, capturing her ruby lips for his pleasure. She didn't resist, melting in his fervor. Her body was electrified by his unexpected lust. Their hands roamed and tugged on whatever piece of clothing, apathetic to their surroundings. Who cares if they fucked right there and then? That's the entire point of the cruise. Lincoln's hand slid up her dress, discovering nothing but skin. "No underwear?" He questioned, inserting his fingers into her.
"You're not the only one with a plan," Kate teased. Lincoln examined his slick fingers. "No need for foreplay, darling," She grabbed the security railing, raising her dress skirt. "Just stick it in," Kate wiggled her hips to incite her fellow plus one. Lincoln grasped her waist while unzipping his pants. She braced herself right when he smoothly slid into her flowing honey pot with a gasp.
Lincoln pounded her snatch, grunting without a care who saw. "Fuck, you're so tight, Kate," He massaged her swinging breasts.
"Of course, I'm a star," Kate bragged as he ravished her insides. The moon beamed at their primal dance, blessing them with a ray of light. They screamed at sea who had seen eon worths of screams and wails since the primordial era. Lincoln devoured her yummy lips, silencing her moans. She whimpered as he pulled out.
"You'll work your ass off, right?" Lincoln commanded, positioning himself at her rectum. She nodded, widening her back entrance. "I'll hold on to that," He murmured, slowly entering to prevent her harm. She shuddered, expecting unbearable pain before purring.
"Hey, this isn't so bad," Kate announced, squeezing against his shaft. She's stuffed more than ever. "Please continue," She urged him on. Lincoln resumed at a slow pace. It was snug around his cock but incredible. "You love your teacher's asshole, huh?" Kate panted with two hands on her waist, plunging himself deeper as he slammed his balls against her drizzling pussy. She accepted his haggard grunts as a yes. "Fuck, you're filling me up! I know you're getting close, my dear," Kate coaxed more of him, chomping her lips as the ecstasy skyrocketed. "Do it already!" She ordered as he flooded her insides. Kate collapsed, hanging on the railing as her legs convulsed with an empty grin. Holy shit, that was an explosive orgasm.
"Are you okay?" Lincoln worried at his silent teacher. Kate gestured with a thumbs up as she panted. "Do you want me to carry you?" He offered, zipping up his pants.
"Yes, please," Kate requested, raising her arms. Lincoln crouched, carrying her princess style to their room, leaving a pool of his cum on the deck. She wobbled yet maintain a steady rhythm while in their room, checking for any damage. There was none. Lincoln shut off the lights with a smirk.
The house always wins.
Lincoln spent some time in one of the cruise gyms, practicing his combat skills against the punching bag. He slacked on his workout for the last few days. However, Lincoln wasn't alone this evening. Jancey was lifting weights in the corner near the squat rack. She lowered herself in a controlled motion before standing up. Lincoln ogled her massive buttocks, expanding her pink leggings for each squat. God, those leggings are durable. Otherwise, they would've ripped, exposing herself to him. Like that's a bad idea. "Almost done over there, Lincoln?" Jancey asked with a red barbell on her shoulders while a thin coating of sweat on her gorgeous face.
"Just one more combo," Lincoln answered, delivering a roundhouse to the heavy black punching bag. She nodded, placing the weights back on the rack. Jancey observed his blurring punches, drinking her water. No wonder Lincoln effortlessly defeated her son a decade ago. She couldn't keep up with it. Lincoln stepped back, vanishing for a second before ramming his fist into the bag, nearly breaking the chain. Her eyes rounded at the sheer power and speed. WHAT ARE HIS PARENTS FEEDING HIM?! He exhaled while removing his weighted gloves, quenching his thirst with his water bottle.
"Lincoln…were always enable to do that?" Jancey questioned his destructive power. He sided-stepped the swinging bag.
"Kinda," Lincoln answered with a shrug. "I don't do this much anymore," Glimpses of the past shuffled before his eyes. At least in his savage battles with Battle Bot, he had Pandora and Alexandria supporting him when the machine invaded their school. Morag's attempted coup in Scotland, warped by her madness in her pursuit of serenity. Thanks to Lela's rampage, her clan is still paying off the debts she caused. And something else … why can't he remember it? Probably not that important or not anymore.
"How about we cool each other down?" Jancey suggested, motioning her head to the bench. Lincoln smirked as he sat with his legs spread open for her. She kneeled, rubbing his cock through his shorts.
"Shouldn't we shower or something?" Lincoln considered. Both finished a workout with sweat scattered all over their body.
"Nope," Jancey retorted with a grin, pulling down his pants. "I always get a little horny after a good workout," She purred, biting her lips to savor her prize. "Woah," Jancey shivered at his flaccid penis. It's so much bigger than Kate's pictures, and more to come. "Mhmm, this will be a two-handed job," She attested, giving the pink tip a smooch. Her soft lips smothered the member with tender kisses, smiling as it grew and hardened to full mast. "Let me have a taste," She murmured before his tangy sweat discovered her tastebuds.
"Oooohhhhh fuck," Lincoln groaned, melting in her warm mouth as she gobbled his solid phallus. Her adept hands grasped his meat, fiddling his testicles as her silken thumb rubbed the length of his shaft. His lascivious sapphire eyes gazed at Jancey's serene expression. She's done this countless times, given her steady technique. "Shit, this is awesome," He gritted his teeth, sensing a build-up encompassing his balls. She paused, giving him a flirty wink before her lips meet his pelvis. His bewildered eyes widened at how swift Jancey devoured his cock. No hint of gagging. She slurped his meat like a softening popsicle on a blazing summer afternoon.
"Come on, Lincoln, give it to me," Jancey ordered, licking the sides of his pole and sucking on the tip. Her fingers dig into one of her pockets and positioned her phone for a selfie to send to her husband. She increased her stroking, clicking a collage of pictures for her personal collection. The rumbling intensified in her palm as Lincoln heaved, clutching the bench at the vice grip of the deceptively velvet lips of the lovely woman. He jabbed his cock deeper into her throat, startling her as she yelped with expanded eyes. Lincoln shoved her to the floor. She glanced at the twitching organ above her. "Mhm, go over it," Jancey urged, adjusting herself to be more comfortable, opening her mouth. Lincoln forced her arms above her head while thrusting with reckless abandon. Her vagina moistened with passion as she enabled to act upon his base desires. No movements or struggles just there as his balls slapped her chin.
"AHHHHHHRRRGGGH!" Lincoln roared, flooding her maw with his potent genetic fluid. Some jetted from her nostrils. A hazy maze materialized in her eyes, gulping everything he offered her. Jancey's bosom heaved, blankly gazing at the ceiling when he rolled over. She panted, searching for her phone. Oh, it's still in her hands. The mature woman went to her camera, smiling for several more pictures. "Was that good?" Lincoln asked.
"Of course," Jancey exclaimed as they stood. He pulled up his pants and passed her some paper towels. Her phone buzzed. "Bumper loved the pictures," She beamed at the stream of emojis, cleaning her face.
"Can you send me some of them?" Lincoln requested as he sanitized the area.
"I'll send them after the cruise," Jancey teased. "Because we still have more time," She delivered her honeyed words. The duo peeked at the clock. It's time to go. They exited, with their arms wrapped around the other's waist. Lincoln's hand made its way home on her ass.
It's the final night before they return to the port. The final theme is Anything Goes roleplaying. Whatever fantasy they want to dive into before heading back to their ordinary lives. The crew provided an array of toys, accessories, and costumes. Riding crops, handcuffs, blindfolds, lubricants, plugs, clamps, bindings, nurses, teachers, doctors, cowboys, or whatever they brought to satiate their desires. What role will Lincoln and Kate play today? An escort and a dominatrix while the Yates are their customers. Lincoln fixed his tie in the mirror while Kate strapped on her leather boots. He shook his head to remember his role.
"Pre-performance jitters," Kate teased the anxious Lincoln as she placed black tape on her nipples in an X-shape.
"Yep," Lincoln responded. "Never did this before," He confessed to the situation. This was different from when he played Ace Savvy or David Steele. She placed a supportive hand on his shoulder.
"Deep breathes, my dear," Kate advised before checking the back of her corset. "Can you tighten this for me, please?" She requested. Lincoln pulled on the back straps, causing her breasts to become fuller and perkier. He scanned the items on the bed. Okay, standard BDSM gear. Riding crop, handcuffs, blindfolds … animal ears(?), and one of those monstrous lesbian strap-ons. Lincoln double-take and paled at the size of it. Was that … what that even made for humans?!
"Are you going to use that on him?" Lincoln stammered the behemoth, clinching his buttcheeks in fright.
"Yes. Don't worry, I won't use it on you and ruin that tight little ass of yours," Kate eased with his worries before a sly smirk. "Unless you want me to," She urged, squeezing his buttcheek through his sleek ebony pants.
"Um…I'm not too comfortable with that," Lincoln replied with uncertainty. She shrugged with a smile. No need to push him further. The connecting door knocked. Showtime. He rotated his shoulders before placing his mask. Lincoln was a top-tier male escort, one of the best in the field, with his prices being in the hundreds to the lower thousands. He wasn't cheap, but the mind-boggling experience was worth it. However, they didn't want the sweet, respectable, wholesome Lincoln. No. Instead, the Yates wanted someone arrogant, even disrespectable, oozing hubris from his being. He was a bull for this hotwife. Someone who can please a man's wife better than he ever could. And do bulls do? Bulls breed. Lincoln opened his door before knocking on theirs.
"Oh, you're here," Bumper Sr. greeted sycophantically with a wide grin. "Come in, come in," He urged them inside while Lincoln looked at him indifferently while Kate strolled with him.
"Yeah, where is she?" Lincoln ordered the man, walking past without a second glance. He gets paid by the hour. So he doesn't have time for formalities. The room was clean, with red LED candles scattered throughout the room.
"Right here," Jancey announced, strutting out of the bathroom with a bright pink nightie with only a beige thong underneath. Her make-up was simplistic with an air of elegance. She didn't want to go overboard, wanting to be herself as much as possible. Jancey did use one of her fancier brands just for this occasion. Her heart raced at Lincoln's ravenous gaze.
"There she is!" Lincoln declared, swaggering over to her, wrapping his arm around her waist with a firm grip on her woman rump, drawing her close while placing a hand on his toned chest. "Alright, Yates, I will leave my handprint on your wife's asscheek," He boasted to the man, giving her an audible smack on the butt to illustrate what's to come. "And you're going to smell my cum on her breath for a while, so you better get used to it," He continued as Bumper nodded with a starry-eyed expression. "Got it?" Lincoln narrowed his eyes at him
"Got it…" The married man repeated obediently
"My colleague will take care of you," Lincoln gestured to Kate in black leather wielding a riding crop while Jancey rubbed his member through his pants. "When you're done, you can go in the corner or whatever and play with that vestigial growth you call a cock," He belittled before reverting back to his normal state. "Was that too much?" Lincoln worried
"No, that's perfect," The Yates consoled him while Bumper Sr. was already on his knees with a collar on his neck, nuzzling Kate's legs.
"Okay, thanks," Lincoln sighed before switching back. "Kate, leave the door for him to watch, okay," He ordered the dominatrix.
"Yes, sir. Come on, pet, you need to be disciplined," Kate responded as she tugged Bumper back into their room.
"On your knees," Lincoln commanded the wife. She obeyed without a second thought. "Well. I'm waiting," He arched his brow. Her swift fingers unbuckled and removed his belt and button before unzipping his pants with her pearly teeth. His cock strained against his grey boxers until Jancey slowly pulled his boxers with her teeth. It sprung to life as it throbbed in the air. He growled with the impatience of an annoyed Karen. "Hurry up," Jancey got to work, slurping and sucking every centimeter of warm flesh. She made sure that it was extra sloppy. Bumper did his tasks too of licking Kate's leather thigh-high boots with a low vibrating butt plug while she smacked his rump with her riding crop. Jancey's finely manicured hands were slick with drool, smoothly gliding on his shaft. Lincoln moaned with his head back as she fondled his testicles and sucked like a brand new vacuum cleaner. Her persona of the prim and proper dutiful wife regressed into this. An eager cock-sucking whore who relishes every moment. "Fuck, Yates, you're wife is incredible," Lincoln groaned through his tight jaw while her lips reached the base of his cock without gagging. Holy shit, Jancey's a professional. Lincoln reached into his coat pocket. "You don't mind if I take a few pictures, right?" He taunted, waving his phone.
"I think he's a little busy, my dear," Kate answered in his stead. Mr. Yates' deep moans were muffled with a red ball gag as Kate rapidly pumped a dildo in his asshole while milking his phallus. Lincoln shrugged. He was going to do it anyway.
"Say hi to the camera," Lincoln beckoned his client. She glanced towards the smartphone with her mouth devouring his penis.
"Hi," Jancey greeted while bopping her head, using her fingers to pleasure herself. He pushed her head further. Her eyes rolled with a sudden gag. It made her wetter, with streams flowing down her powerful thighs. No thoughts formed as she continued to bob her head. Only suck. Lincoln stopped her, causing the woman to whine.
"My turn," He demanded with a low growl, gesturing for her to go on the bed. Jancey crawled on her back, tossing her panties away while spreading her pink lips with a devious grin. Lincoln plunged himself into the succulent peach to guzzle her juices.
"He has a massive appetite," Kate cautioned while applying lubricant to her monster strap-on. "So you better-"
"AHHHHHHHH~" Jancey shrieked in rapture, drenching Lincoln's face. He gulped all of it before sucking her clitoris. Her legs paused and shuddered in the air with bent toes. Lincoln smirked upon hearing the satisfying cracks before Jancey. She heaved with bright rosy cheeks, calming herself with a hand on her bountiful chest. Lincoln grabbed her face, allowing Jancey to taste herself on his tongue. She purred at the sweet taste, gasping at the sudden pressure on her neck.
"Your hour is almost up," Lincoln acknowledged, gazing into her eyes with a firm grip on her throat. Jancey could only bite her lip, enjoying his aggression. "We better finish this." He removed his shirt and coat. "On all the fours," Lincoln ordered, sharing a knowing glance with Kate. Jancey crept to the edge of the bed, arching her back and wiggling her rump to entice Lincoln. He delivered a sharp spank on the left cheek. She squeaked as Lincoln observed the ripples. "Oh nice," He muttered before aligning his cock to her moist entrance.
"Should we give them a show, my dear?" Kate requested, tugging on Bumper Sr's collar while he sucked on her plastic rod, forcing the married man to take her deeper into his throat. Bumper Sr tried to stroke his leaking begging penis right when a stern boot stepped on his balls. His family jewels groaned at the stinging pressure as Kate dug her heels, snarling at his disobedience. "Did I tell you that you can touch yourself?!" She fumed, glaring at her slave like the pathetic gnat he was. He mumbled a no, still polishing her pole. "Exactly," Kate seethed, narrowing her eyes. "You're getting locked up," She pointed her riding crop to the desk. Bumper crawled over, placing his dick into the tiny metal cage and locking it. "Good boy. Seems like you can still follow basic instructions," Kate belittled the short man. Her gloved finger pointed to the door. "To the edge of the door," She commanded. Bumper crept to the location. "On all fours!" Kate pressed her boot against his back, grinning at his position. Facedown on the carpet with his ass up in the air, ready for her. "Good boy…" She inserted her pole into his tight pucker. He groaned vigorously with a dopey grin as Kate filled him up. She slowly shoved her penis, stimulating his prostate gland while Bumper's caged cock oozed on the carpet. "Shall we begin, Lincoln?" Kate asked. Lincoln had already started his performance. He savagely ravished Jancey's pussy, using it as a stolen car on a joy ride. It's not his, so he can do whatever he desired. She's relished in this indulged behavior. Her nails clutched the sheets, arching her back for him to dive deep while he rutted her like the horny bitch she was. Kate started as well, not wanting to be outperformed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Jancey groaned deeply from her throat. Her brown eyes were blurred with lust, yelping from a sharp smack on her right buttcheek. "Oh shit, just like that, Lincoln," She beamed. SMACK! "YES! MORE PLEASE!" Jancey begged again as a dim red handprint formed.
"Who owns you?" Kate exclaimed, slapping Bumper's exposed balls with a whack of her crop. She had him on his side, slamming his asshole raw while yanking his collar.
"You do! You do, mistress!" Bumper answered servilely with intense hearts in his eyes as spit flowed from his tongue, creating a small pool. Lincoln's dominating hand grabbed her enticing face stained with drool and sweat for a sloppy french kiss.
"Tell your husband, thank you," He ordered, clutching her blonde hair for the adoring couple to fixate their blurry gazes. His dominant role and her lecherous demeanor galvanized him. It awakened something … primal.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Jancey heaved as he pounded her after each sentence. "I love you, honey," She mumbled, gasping at Lincoln's hand around her throat.
"I love you too, babe." Bumper replied with his tongue hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"Tell him what you love about this cock," Lincoln ordered, tightening his grasp.
"I love how big-oh shit and fucking thick it is," Jancey stammered her response. Lincoln eroded her rationality, barely about to form sentences. "Please cum inside me," She begged to be filled like a cow.
"That'll cost you extra," Lincoln confessed to the couple while she sucked on his fingers.
"I don't care!" They shouted, too deep into their roles to care. Lincoln smirked, amplifying the power of his thrusts, as did Kate for Bumper. The couple's mind deteriorated with slack jaws and a shell-shocked grin plastered on their faces, indifferent to their surroundings. Lincoln roared and delivered a final push, releasing his daily dose cum for his satisfied customer. Jancey's belly swelled at the overflowing volume of sperm entering her womb. The little guys found a dead zone. Barren land for a space. Her legs vibrated like an old Nokia, purring at the hot seed oozing out of her. He parted from her with a deep exhale.
"I say they got their money's worth," Kate bragged, goggling the memorized couple. Lincoln stared at the downed Bumper Sr with an unreadable expression. He marched over to him. "Lincoln?" She asked.
"Hey, get up," Lincoln ordered the man like a duke to his serf. Bumper blinked owlishly, regaining his senses, gulping at Lincoln towering over him. "This is what a real cock looks like," He scolded matter-of-factly, holding his phallus. "I made a mess," Lincoln gestured towards his wife. "So you can do what cucks. Either clean her up or taste what your wife loves and clean me," He bargained as Bumper's eyes followed his dangling cock. "Of course, that's another fee," Lincoln chimed in.
"What's it going to be, pet?" Kate continued the unexpected scene with a pull of the leash. He opened his mouth, ready for what was to come. "It's your choice, so you come to him," She commanded with her head on Lincoln's shoulder as they watched him crawl over.
Jancey grumbled, returning to consciousness. "Look who's awake," The actress teased the woman while smooching Lincoln. Jancey glanced down and covered her mouth as her husband sucked on Lincoln's rigid cock. Bumper's enjoying him. "Deeper," She ordered as he obliged, struggling to take Lincoln halfway. "Come to join your darling husband? His balls are so lonely," Kate sweetly beckoned. Jancey hesitated. This wasn't a part of the script but Lincoln's encompassing blue eyes glanced at her then Bumper. What's taking so long? She obeyed his silent command, crawling over to the group and placing her lips on his genitals. The couple held hands, operating their task. Lincoln groaned, exploding another load, albeit weaker and watery than the previous one, defacing the couple. Kate grabbed a camera and photographed this moment. "Now this deserves a frame," She smiled. The perfect couple supports each other in whatever they do together.
"Thank you for cooperation," Lincoln informed the duo. "We'll see you soon," They nodded robotically. He yawned as the passion faded away. "I'm heading to bed," His eyelids dropped. The rest agreed, removing their costumes before packing up for the morning.
"Thanks, everyone, for joining our cruise. We hope to see you again soon," The captain remarked as they disembarked onto the port. Lewd smiles and soothing embraces as they strolled to their vehicles with their fingers locked after a week of debauchery. Lincoln and his group journeyed to the Yate's van to drop their plus ones home. He and Kate sat in the backseat as she rubbed his thigh. Ah, fuck it. Lincoln unzipped his pant for her to swallow him. The Yates feigned their ignorance as he moaned for the car ride. The actress gulped his seed before they arrived at her home. Lincoln entered his apartment a few minutes after before lying on his couch. BZZZZTTT! A message from Bumper Sr.
"Come over on Tuesday~" He teased, implying the event. The white-haired male smirked at the message.
That day came sooner than later. They send him the latest game station. Lincoln knocked on their front door and was greeted by Bumper Sr., who gestured to the stairs where Jancey awaited him in a candle-lit main bedroom. She's in her default outfit. Nothing fancy. The husband passed him a brand new box of condoms. "Fill as much as you can," He requested with a wide grin.
"Won't have it any other way," Lincoln promised as he stripped naked, already at full length. The young man pounced on the woman as Bumper secluded himself in a dark corner stroking himself. He collected every tied rubber discarded from their lovemaking. There's no envy or insecurity as Lincoln pleasured his wife. She did the same for him. Thanks to being a well-rounded couple.
"Holy fucking shit," Lisa groaned, stuffing her, snatching a medium-sized green dildo. "Shit, that was hot," A pool of her juice leaked from her openings. "Come on, Tabby, don't let me down," She pleaded for the next showing.
Oh my lord, this took forever. Man, I had to write so many smut scenes like each one was 1K words. I'm glad that this next chapter is more casual.
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