"I don't mind if you – if you fuck Polly. I'd like to watch."
Ken appeared shocked. Polly smiled. "That's fine with me. I like an audience." She closed in on Ken again. "We can have us a three-way, if you want." Her hand delved again into his slacks, and this time he didn't resist.
Ken stared at Wyoma. "What's gotten into you?"
Wyoma came close to the desk to watch Polly draw forth Ken's giant cock. The thick, rubbery prickshaft bent as it was pulled free, then wobbled into the air, amazingly large, the fat cockhead showing a drop of pre-cum already.
Wyoma went to her knees on the padded carpeting beside Ken's swivel chair. "Nothing very much," she said, thinking of Polly's finger in her asshole. "I just realized a few important things."
Polly went to her knees on the other side of Ken's chair. She hadn't let go of his huge cock. She asked Wyoma, her green eyes sparkling: "Care to join me for lunch?" She waggled his prick to show her meaning.
Wyoma nodded. She unplugged, the office phone from the floor jack. She clasped Ken's cock, too, above Polly's hold. She took the first suck.
Ken stared as Wyoma pulled his massive cockshaft to her open mouth and engulfed the cockhead. Her tongue swiveled and slithered. She wasn't fooling around!
Polly cupped his big heavy balls in a warm little hand and lifted them to her greedy mouth. She slurped the fat cum-makers into her hot mouth, one after the other. She suckled his balls artfully, rolling them on her tongue, gently moving them from cheek to cheek like a cud.
Ken slumped lower in the creaking chair. His prick was rigid now. It towered above his lap.
He watched the two women worshiping his monster cock. Wyoma's behavior was surprising as hell! But he admitted he liked what was going on. He wondered where in hell it was going to end. As for Polly! One minute she walks in – a stranger – and the next minute she's hauling his cock out and sucking his balls!
But this was a new, wild, exciting scene for Ken. He wasn't about to do anything to stop it. His wife and Polly obviously knew each other well, and just as obviously Wyoma was a changed woman.
He put his hands on their necks and played finger games with their hair as Wyoma mouthed his huge prick. He sighed with pleasure.
Wyoma sucked his prick for two minutes, then lifted her hot, wet mouth from it and said: "Want it for a while?"
Polly nodded and let his balls slip from her mouth. With almost the same motion, she took his cockhead in. She sucked as if she was sure his cock was the fountain of youth. She moaned passionately as she slurped and slobbered over the monster prick.
Wyoma watched Polly suck with an appreciative, expert eye. The little redhead was taking the cockhead and three inches of the thick shaft – taking it into her throat. Ken was beginning to rock his hips in the chair, causing a loud squeak-squawk from the springs.
Wyoma did the ball-sucking number while Polly sucked his cock.
Ken breathed faster and faster. Now it was Wyoma again filling her mouth and upper throat with his huge cock. His pleasure was getting stronger and stronger. Wyoma ran the skin of his long, wrist-thick cockshaft up and down, up and down, to meet her straining lips. God, he wanted to come! The power of a mind-blasting orgasm was concentrating, coiling, making his guts tremble.
He grunted when Wyoma yielded his cock to Polly's voracious, lascivious mouth.
Wyoma knew Ken wasn't going to last much longer. He was panting hard and his loins were jerking the incredibly stiff, thick column of his prick into Polly's clinging, sucking mouth.
Wyoma decided – as a courtesy – to let Polly have the first big spurt of cum. She whispered to Polly: "Get him over the edge, then pass the gusher."
Dolly was sucking fervently, as aware as Wyoma how close Ken was. She made some sounds in her throat.
Wyoma licked the thick, pulsing sides of the massive cock, below the cockhead, which was buried in Polly's sensual mouth.
Ken made a quivering guttural sound. He gasped loudly, and his body stiffened. His prick was enormous. Polly sucked his cock wildly.
Abruptly, he shouted: "Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" And his monster cock spasmed visibly. Polly lifted her mouth off his swollen cockhead.
Watching, Wyoma almost flinched at the jet of hot white cum that shot from the tiny slit on his cockhead into Polly's waiting, open mouth.
Then Wyoma instantly yanked Ken's cum spouting cock to her own mouth and clamped her lips tightly on the prickhead. But not before one thick spurt of cum splattered on her forehead.
Wyoma felt a fierce joy, a strange power, as Ken continued to spurt jism into her suctioning mouth. He was bellowing freely and thrashing in the chair as her tongue lashed the flowing cum into a froth against his sensitive, overloaded pleasure nerves.
She loved the taste of his cum. She loved sucking his prick. And she had an idea that soon she would love being fucked by him.
Wyoma felt a tug on Ken's cock. Polly wanted it back.
Wyoma gave the cock up and sat back on her heels, watching the final throes of Ken's powerful climax. Cum dripped down from her forehead and flowed down the left side of her nose. She watched Polly greedily sucking the last few spurts, the diminishing pulses, the oozings. Wyoma stuck her tongue out and licked cool drops of thick slow-moving cum from her upper lip.
Ken finally had to sob out: "Stop, for Christ's sake!" he pushed Polly's head away with shaking hands.
Polly continued holding his cock upright. She watched it and her green eyes glowed. "That was good! That was a good one! You shoot off better than I remembered, Kenny."
"Shiiiit!" He grinned ruefully. "God! Yeah. Well, I've had a lot of practice. Wyoma would rather suck me off than have me fuck her."
Wyoma said quickly; "That was then. I've learned a lot from Polly about myself."
Polly smiled, swallowed the cum in her mouth, and leaned forward to delicately lick the last residue of oozing cum from Ken's giant cock.
His cock was becoming limber, subtly shrinking, drooping over Polly's gripping hand.
Polly let his limp prick fall and turned to Wyoma. "Now, what about our fun?"
Wyoma felt her cunt warming up. Her nipples tingled with anticipation. She brushed back her straight blonde hair and returned the smile. She was getting a kick out of being different and surprising Ken.
She asked: "What did you have in mind?" She began to take off her smock.
Polly said: "We could give Kenny a show. We could do a bit of sixty-nine, for instance." She stood up to skin down her pink jeans.
Ken sat in his chair, shaking his head, his big cock unattended and still as a dead pink snake, and watched his wife and his former girlfriend strip naked. "I don't believe this."
Polly stepped out of her pink panties and was stark naked. Her proud tits rode big and round on her small chest. Their nipples were puffed and crinkled. Her small cunt bush showed wetness at her pussy lips.
Wyoma by that time was also down to her panties. She thumb-hooked them down over her bony hips and let them slide down her long slender legs to the carpet. She stepped clear of them and welcomed Polly into her arms.
Ken gaped as his wife joined Polly in an obviously passionate tongue kiss. As he watched their soft hands roaming over smooth backs, rounded asses, thighs, and tits, he felt a renewed stirring of lust in his loins. His limp cock stirred.
Wyoma whispered to Polly: "I'll get on the floor."
She settled down, kissing lower and lower. She knelt on the carpet and found she could easily suckle on Polly's fat nipples. Polly was really a short woman. Short, but fully packed!
Wyoma said to her: "You eat me. Ken, when you get interested, come and fuck her. I know that's what you're both dying to try."