Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 248

Darlene's expression was one of determination or anger. He asked, "Where's-"

The fuckin' redhead grabbed both sides of his face. "I hope you're not in a hurry."

"No. Why?"

"I'm incredibly horny," Darlene said. "I hope Becky didn't wear you out this morning."

Before he could respond, Darlene yanked his mouth to hers. The tone was immediately established by the kiss. She sucked and bit his lip. He reached around and grabbed her ass. It was bare under the shirt. He pushed his thigh between her legs and lifted it into her crotch. Kissing Darlene was like putting a can of hairspray in a campfire, it wouldn't take long for something to explode. He was hard and ready to shove his cock in her.

"Ah, I feel it, I feel you," Darlene said. "Let's get rid of these." She shoved his shorts down. "Damn, I don't think I'll ever get used to how fat your dick is."

He groaned when the fuckin' redhead cupped his balls and rolled them in her palms. His shorts and boxers fell to his ankles. He kicked them off, wondering what Ms. Style really thought about him fucking Darlene on the back porch.

They went back to making out with his cock sandwiched between them. Someone said, "I guess you started without me."

Jason loosened his grip and let Darlene's feet touch the floor. When he looked over her shoulder toward the back door, at first, he thought it was Catwoman, but it was Ms. Style standing in the doorway. Catwoman wasn't that sexy. This lady was more than a freak.

The skintight, black leather would have been enough to take his breath away, but the top half of her tits were forced out through holes designed for them. Not only were her nipples pierced, but they were also connected with a chain. The leather top ended below her chest, exposing a set of six-pack-abs that made him embarrassed to remove his shirt. There was a gold loop in her bellybutton. He looked down her leather-clad legs, then back at Style's face. With her hair drawn back tight on her head, more of the woman's creamy white face was visible. Jason never forgot a face, but he often couldn't remember where he knew it from, and that was the case with Ms. Style Pioneer. He knew her from somewhere.

"You ready?" Style asked.

"Oh yes, I'm ready." Darlene gave him a quick kiss, then started making out with Style. His gut twisted. He was watching a submissive high school girl with a dominatrix Catwoman.

Darlene moved to the hot tub. The lid was closed. She hopped up and slid back. Style dragged her long, black fingernails down the tops of Darlene's thighs. She leaned back on her elbows and lifted her knees until her heels grabbed the edge. Style raked Darlene's Inner thighs. They opened, and Jason stared at the succulent wedges of pussy, licking his lips. Catwoman started by Darlene's asshole and dragged a fingertip up to Darlene's red bush. The hot pink inner layer shined with Darlene's lust. Ms. Style pushed two fingers inside the girl's body. Darlene moaned softly.

"You horny slut, you're soaking wet," Style said and stuck her slippery fingers in front of Darlene's face. She held the woman's wrist and lowered her mouth on to them and sucked. "Mm, am very homy."

Jason didn't realize he had groaned until they turned toward him. Style smiled and said, "You can't get her off just staring at her twat. Get your face in there."

He knew he was good at going down on girls, Becky had told him so, but he was nervous about doing it with an audience. He got his face between Darlene's legs and shoved his tongue in the flooded gap. It didn't take long to forget about the audience. The redhead's pussy was a delicious, juicy aphrodisiac. Darlene put her feet on his shoulders, turned them inward toward his neck, and pulled him Into her. He loved Darlene's dreams.

The hot, pungent tang of pussy engulfed Jason's tongue. He thrust it into Darlene several times, then sucked her right flap into his mouth. He licked and sucked it, then switched to the other side. The arches of Darlene's feet grabbed his neck and squeezed. He stretched his tongue out, reaching for her puckered ring. After a few loops around the dank anus, he smashed his lips into Darlene's pussy and dragged his face through her gushing slit. His nose bumped over the girl's plump clit. He sucked it hard and flicked it, working feverishly to make her scream.

Bent over, with his face stuffed between Darlene's legs, Jason closed his eyes and enjoyed her moans and groans and heaving undulations. The freak behind him was massaging his ass and tugging downward on his cock like she was milking a cow. He wished she'd get down between his legs and suck his balls. Darlene slammed her feet on the lid and thrust her pelvis in the air,

offering him her asshole. He licked hard, poked and shoved his tongue at it. Darlene's tight ring opened for him, and Jason tongue fucked the expanding hole with abandon.

Ms. Style licking his asshole made Jason's eyes pop open. It felt wonderful, better than a dog's tongue, but it was hard to trust a woman in black leather with her tits chained together. Although, getting jerked off while someone tongue punched his asshole wasn't a bad thing. It wasn't like he had never let Becky finger him while she gave him a blowjob. Darlene gave him a look and used his hair to refocus him on her needs. Threesomes weren't as easy as they looked in porn.

The thrusts of Darlene's pelvis, her panting groans and the way she was twisting her nipples told Jason he had found a sweet spot. The girl was going to get off soon, so he fired away at her engorged clit. Darlene gave his hair a break long enough to punch the lid a few times, then she reclaimed the two fistfuls of hair. Her stomach muscles formed a ridge. The tendons from her spread legs to her crotch stretch guitar-string tight.

"Honey squirts," Style said from behind him. "Squirt that honey, baby.

Darlene moaned in a long continuous growl while her body jerked. Jason flinched but didn't close his eyes against the spray of cum. It burned and his scalp stung, but that didn't detract from the sight of Darlene's quivering orgasm.

When Jason stood up, the warm, erect points of Style's nipples poking into his shoulder blades and the cool chain and rings gave him goosebumps. "You definitely made her cum, Style said in his ear. "Now it's time to make her dreams come true."

The woman's fingernails spiked into his butt cheeks, then they dragged up his back, down his sides and around his stomach. She grabbed his cock and started jerking it. Darlene hooked her feet on the side of the hot tub and did a sit up. He held her hands while she got on her feet. The expression on Darlene's face wasn't a post-orgasm satisfied smile. It was more like one of Becky's sinister grins. Darlene kissed him and asked, "You ready to make my dream come true?"

Jason nodded cautiously while following the redhead down to the carpet. He had a right to be nervous, but it didn't matter because anything Darlene wanted, Jason knew he'd do it. She laid on her back and used his cock to guide him into position. He was disappointed and confused. She had just cum so hard it flew out of her, yet she wanted to sixty-nine. He wanted to get his aching cock inside that beautiful pussy and pound her until his orgasm shot into her body. "Ahhhh-" The girl sucked his balls halfway down her throat and Jason shut up.

"Get down there and clean her up," Ms. Style said and pushed down on the back of Jason's head.

Now, he was on his hands and knees with his ass in the air and his balls rolling around in Darlene's mouth. Catwoman was behind him, licking his butthole. His position might have been cause for concern, but considering he had entrusted his family jewels to a four-legged bitch while he jerked himself off, what did he have to worry about?

All Jason had to do now was lick Darlene's orgasm soaked pussy while she sucked his balls. So what if a woman he didn't know or understand was tongue fucking his butthole. Ms. Style was quite good at it, and when Darlene switched to his dick, Style pulled his balls back between his legs and licked them, too. What the fuck could be wrong with this?

"Do it, Darlene said. "Make my dream come true."

Maybe she wants to squirt her honey again, Jason thought and doubled his efforts. Darlene's cum made her pussy even more delicious. He sucked her clit and enjoyed the dual stimulation on his cock and balls.

Darlene tilted her head back, grabbed his hips, and used them to set the pace and depth of cock sliding into her face. The freaky Catwoman was alternating between sucking his balls and giving him a great rim job. Now, he wanted to fuck Darlene while Catwoman watched, but he was more likely to unload down her throat before that happened.

The cold wetrness made Jason's sphincter jerk. Style said, "Relax, It's only lube."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, I'm a professional," Style said. "You're going to love this"

He'd seen enough porn to know the possibilities. "Love what?"

Style didn't answer with words. Her thumb circled his puckered anus with increasing pressure. Her fingers massaged the slippery jelly into the swollen boner muscle between his asshole and balls. He didn't trust Catwoman, nor Darlene's dreams, but whatever the woman was doing in combination with the redhead's expert cock sucking skills, was heaven.

"Ahhh." Catwoman thrust a finger into him. He jerked and stuffed the mule to the limit of Darlene's esophagus, maybe further. Tongue fucking, finger fucking, what's the difference, Jason thought. It felt great.

He heard the sound of a zipper, a sigh, and the leather pants slapped down next to him. Darlene wanted him to fuck Ms. Style. That's great, Jason thought. He had always wanted to fuck an adult. He'd fantasized about many women, even his mother, but he never expected it to happen. This was going to put him two up on Evan.

"Oh, yes, make my dream come true," Darlene sald and sucked Jason's balls too hard. He groaned.

It could have been two fingers, except Ms. Style's cool, smooth flesh was pressed against his ass. His balls tried to yank upward, but the redhead's mouth was pulling them down. Instead of looking back, Jason pushed his face Into Darlene's cunt and shoved his tongue deep inside her, pretending Ms. Style was wearing a strap-on. At this point, did it make a difference what Catwoman was putting in his exit only hole?

"JJ, oh, JJ," Darlene said, "you're making my dream come true

His dick surged against the walls of Darlene's throat, and his asshole burned with a pleasurable sensation. He wanted to yell out, fuck me, but he gasped and said, "Oh, fuck." His insides spasmed with a climax that should have already gone off. Whatever the woman was ramming up his ass made his orgasm build up but not squirt out. The pressure was almost too much to bear. The head of his cock became super sensitive as it plunged Into Darlene's gulping throat at the pace Ms. Style set. She doubled her efforts and plowed him like he was a seasoned queer taking it in the ass. It was torture, but he never wanted it to end. Every part of his body buzzed.

Darlene might have been gagging, choking or suffocating, Jason didn't know. He had the same confusing sensation he got the first time he jerked off and couldn't shoot cum. His cock swelled and Jason trembled, then jerked, stuffing the mule into Darlene's head. His balls let go, and the load of cum that had been hanging on the brink rushed through his bloated flesh. Jason imagined it was going straight into Darlene's stomach.

The orgasm was so powerful he collapsed on top of Darlene.