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MILF – Second Summer
Fun Flock Big Cock Contest – Shahzad
Matt was beside himself with how well his crazy idea was going. Last summer, he had taken advantage of Mrs. Burton’s practically hypnotic infatuation with his friend, Dork’s, insanely large cock to fuck her in her fabulous ass. She hadn’t quite given him permission, but she hadn’t stopped him either – thanks to her occupation with Dork. She was well known as the most desirable MILF in town, and he knew every single heterosexual male for miles around would have done almost anything to trade places with him.
The best part is he wouldn’t have even tried to have anal sex with her if his friend’s cock hadn’t made her pussy so loose that he couldn’t feel anything when he started fucking her normally. So, he seized the opportunity right in front of him and pounded the shit out of that famous ass. Ever since then, he had been obsessed with her.
This crazy, slapdash contest represented his last-gasp effort to get one more chance at fucking the impossible dream woman, even though she had made it crystal clear she would never let that happen again. Her throwaway insult had become a half-baked idea that had turned into a wild plan that had somehow been embraced by her friends to become a zany, intoxicating reality.
The linchpin to his hopes was the presence of some kind of short-circuit in her brain that shifted her from an unattainable, married bitch goddess to a horny, uninhibited, married bitch goddess when she saw an exceptionally big penis. The bad news was that he didn’t have one of those. And Dork wasn’t around anymore to help. So, he had played on a snarky line she had used to dismiss him the last time he’d tried to talk her into sex. “Find me a dick that big, and we’ll talk.”
Well, game on, Mrs. Burton! She thought she was so fucking smart. He wanted her so very badly. The fact that she and her cackling group of hen friends had a club whose mascot was a giant rooster? Were all grown women this crazy? How was it possible? How could he have gotten so lucky to have them all get so into doing this with these weirdos? These women were judging a live contest to find the biggest cock among a bunch of random internet dick pic submissions. What planet was he even on?
And not only that, the big lesbian, Deena, seemed to at least not hate him. She seemed almost like she might be helping him out. And not only that again, but he now had tons of all-new photos and videos of Mrs. Burton slutting out to enjoy in the privacy of his room. The day he said goodbye to those crazy Mexicans and watched them ride off on their bikes, he jerked off five times looking at them all. And the day was half over by the time he’d gotten home!
He had HD videos and hundreds of photos of the area’s most legendary fantasy woman giving some Russian guy a hand job, that kid from ShopRite a ravenous blowjob, and Cachalote, or whatever he called himself, spraying her sexy, stunned face with an absolute flood of spew. That was all in one day! And she was married with three kids! And she was wearing one of her insane bathing suits you never see anyone wear in real life. Except, that’s always what the bimbo did. And she did the sexiest shit, with the sluttiest looks on her face, never seeming to notice him or his phone. Thank God. What was her deal? He simply couldn’t believe his lucky streak so far.
Waiting a week for the contest’s second round was like waiting for Christmas, only ten times worse! He had to jerk off again, so he pulled up the photo of Mrs. Burton’s shocked face at the end of the Cachalote session, with her huge rack and those hard nipples out in plain view and a giant, wet load headed straight into her gorgeous, slutty, open mouth. It only took him about fifteen seconds until he shot another load on his belly and had to reach for the tissues.
At the other end of the same neighborhood, in the last house on another street, Nicolle Burton was also beside herself, but for far different reasons.
What the hell had she been thinking? What was supposed to be a fun little lark with her girlfriends had already gotten so out of hand! She was trying to play along with her friends in this fun contest, which was supposed to give them a chance to get together, drink, laugh, and have girl time.
Somehow, despite her best intentions, she had engaged with every so-called contestant in some inappropriate way. I mean, everyone knew this contest didn’t make any fucking sense. There was no prize as far as she knew. How were they going to notify a winner anyway? Why would they? It was all so stupid!
She was so disappointed in herself. She had spent the past year putting last summer’s bad decisions in the rear-view mirror and committing firmly to avoiding Dork and any other fools like him. She was well aware of her status around town even before she had heard of that nutty bounty and all its attendant voting last summer. But life was busy, istanbul escort and even though attention was always on her, she had managed to get back to the same lifestyle she’d had before she and Dork had split the money.
She’d rebuffed all of Matt’s annoying advances with no issue either. Like a brick wall she had been, no matter how much he had whined and begged. Somehow, once her wild Fun Flock girls got involved with this contest idea, the spiral started again.
It was hard to hold back when she was drinking with her friends, and they were all egging her on. Honestly, the huge dicks had always been the problem. Ever since she was a teenager herself. They were so fucking irresistible to her. It was like some kind of mental issue she had, like her OCD. Except it was more like HDCD instead – huge cock compulsive disorder. Ninety-nine out of a hundred were average, not that she’d had ninety-nine or anything like that. But the regular ones didn’t pull her trigger, and she could stay up on her high horse. This whole contest was about big ones, though. She should have known it was a bad idea because of that.
It had sounded so fun and off-the-wall, but now it seemed tailor-made to put her in the absolute worst situations for her. And really, of course it was, right? It was that little pest, Matt’s, idea. Or was it her idea as a joke, and he had just run with it? No, she knew she didn’t come up with this concept. She was just trying to insult him and his pathetic, little, run-of-the-mill dick. Or had it been Deena’s idea? Her big lesbian friend certainly seemed to be driving the contest.
As she walked around upstairs with a pile of folded laundry, putting everyone’s clean clothes away, she pulled a bleached towel up to her cute nose and sniffed the deep clean scent to clear her head. She placed it in the linen closet near the kid’s bathroom, then went to hang a t-shirt in her handsome husband’s closet, thinking about how much she loved him.
Not only did she love him, but she also loved sex with him, and they had it often. She loved her whole life with him. Plus, she had a reputation to maintain. As she puttered around, she promised herself she’d do better next week for round two.
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In the same mad rush that accompanied all aspects of her busy life, two weeks passed quickly, and round two was upon her. The ladies all arrived wearing cover-ups and bringing trays of homemade snacks, dips, and even some cupcakes decorated with icing in the shape of a rooster head. Deena brought two rolling coolers filled with alcohol and wore her customary 3XL t-shirt and big jean shorts.
Nicolle was wearing a fancy, gossamer peacock print cover-up and feeling classy. Underneath, of course, was something less refined – and her friends whistled as the MILF peeled her cover-up off to reveal it almost as soon as they had arrived.
She wore a leopard-print Victoria’s Secret bikini with ‘itsy’ bottoms and a matching strapless top. It was one of her skimpiest, newest bikinis, and she quite liked how she looked in it. She worked hard on her body, and it showed – if Angels were shorter, she could have been in their ad campaign.
She knew her friends didn’t feel quite the same about their bodies, but whenever she felt a little guilty, she thought to herself ‘maybe they should fucking work out more if they want to look better.’ She thought she might even provide a little motivation for them. Plus, she believed all women had a right to feel proud of their bodies no matter whether they fit socially accepted norms. Of course, it was easier for her to feel that way when she looked like a Penthouse Pet.
Her six-mile runs and daily full-body workout classes kept her sane and looking like this, and she planned to flaunt it while she had it. Okay, fine, she told herself, her Botox helped her face look almost as good as it did in her twenties, but that was something they could do too if they wanted.
They were all happily catching up and setting all their treats up by the pool, and Nicolle had turned on some chill music to set the vibe. They had come early to pregame, hang out, and lay out by the pool before the first contestant was scheduled at noon.
“Girls, I’m going to do better this time!” Nicolle announced enthusiastically to her friends as they laid out in three of the four chaise lounge chairs by the pool.
Deena was under the pergola eating and drinking while Kaelan, Brandi, and Nicci laid out. Nicolle was the only one in a bikini, but at least the other two had taken their cover-ups off to tan in their more conservative suits. Nic had covered most of her delicious body in light tanning oil and had asked Kaelan to do her back while Deena had watched with keen interest – particularly when she massaged the oil onto Nicci’s sculpted ass.
“I don’t see how you could do much better than you did last week!” Deena chuckled.
“Unless istanbul escort bayan you duck!” Brandi cackled.
“Yeah, really, how many times did you have to shampoo to get that shit out of your hair?” Kaelan chimed in. “It was like one of those Nickelodeon Slime Cup shows my kids used to watch! Only it was man slime and not green slime!” She clapped her hands in laughter.
“Shut up, you guys. I’m not kidding. I’m just judging today.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” snorted Brandi as they all laughed together.
Once the din had died down, Deena asked, “So, how come you’re wearing an even more revealing bikini than you wore last week?”
“Well, we need to turn them on, right? We learned that last week,” Nicci replied. “Guys are so visual, you know? These idiots aren’t automatically rock hard, I guess, so I thought maybe if they could see more of me, it might help. I figured maybe I could do less this way. See more, do less. Maybe not go as crazy as last time. They can just, you know, look. It’s worth a try.”
Nearly naked Nicci laughed as she finished her explanation and held her hands up as if to say she had no idea if it would work, and Deena mumbled, “Can’t wait to see how that goes….”
Nicci was already feeling more relaxed with her friends around. It was like a slumber party. All that was missing was a pillow fight. “I had to shampoo twice, Kaely, by the way, and use a face scrub.”
Brandi suddenly remembered a question they had all been dying to ask Nic.
“Nicci, it’s been killing us! We are dying to know. Did Brayden do what you asked him to do?”
“Who is Brayden?” Nicci was so lost in TikToks that her mind was mush.
“The kid from the contest last week!” Brandi was roaring with laughter. “You sucked his fucking dick, you little bimbo! You don’t even remember his name?”
“Oh, right. Shit, you don’t have to be so mean about it. What did I ask him to do?” Nicci twirled her sexy feet in the air while the sun warmed her glistening ass. She was scrolling through her phone and sipping on her drink.
“You know!” Brandi always found it frustrating when Nicci zoned out this way. “The break room pictures. You told him to take them all down and meet you at Stop n’ Shop with them last Sunday! Did he, or didn’t he?”
“Yes, okay, got it now,” Nicci replied, the lightbulb going off. “Yes, he most certainly did. At 10 am, I showed up at my new grocery store. Shop Rite won’t get this MILF’s business anymore, even if it is cheaper and closer. When I got in line to check out, my friend Brayden was there to bag all my groceries for me and help me out to my car,” she said cheerily.
“I bet he was,” muttered Deena. “So, he’s working there now?”
“Yeah! What a good boy, right? Did exactly like momma asked. He quit his job at ShopRite and started working at Stop n’ Shop. He said if that’s where I was shopping, that’s where he was working. Isn’t that adorable?”
Deena rolled her eyes. “Nicci, you ordered him to do that while you were blowing him. That’s why he did it.”
Kaely asked, “And he brought all the pictures?”
Nicci sipped her drink through a long straw, put it down, and got up on her elbows on the chaise lounge to look back at her friends while she updated them. Her arched back made her ass look even more full and prominent somehow. Deena gazed right at it, all succulent and oiled-up, while she listened.
“Jesus, Deena, take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Nicci bitched.
“Yeah,” Kaely said, “It’s a little weird.”
“Sorry,” Deena said, “sometimes I just blank out and forget what I’m doing. It’s like looking at a piece of art.”
“Oh, God, now you sound like Mike! Anyway, yeah, he brought every photo they had up in the break room, and he gave me all of them,” Nicci said. “I was so proud of him. You know what I did? Guess. You guys are going to love this.”
Kaely went first. “You jerked him off in your Beemer?”
Brandi went next. “You blew him right there in the parking lot?”
Deena took it to the next level. “You let him bend you over, pull down your Lulus, stick your head in the trunk and fuck you from behind?”
Nicci rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, you girls are terrible! No! I did none of those things. I told you I’m trying to do better!”
“Ok,” Brandi said, “pretty boring, but fair enough. So, what did you do then?”
“Remember the one he said was his favorite? The shot of me in the bikini top at the self-checkout. I think he said I looked cute or something.”
Deena reminded her, “He said you looked like a big-titted airhead because you couldn’t figure out how to pay!”
“Whatever, Deena. Same difference. Anyway, I let him keep it. I pulled that one picture out of the pile he gave me, he confirmed it was his favorite, and I let him keep it.”
Brandi and Deena found it hysterical.
Tattooed Kaely said, “Aw, that was so nice of you.”
Nicci thought of escort istanbul one more thing before she turned away from her girls to get back to her phone. “Oh, and he asked me to sign it. So, this time I actually signed the picture instead of his dick,” she finished matter-of-factly.
“God, that’s hysterical,” Brandi giggled.
Kaely asked excitedly, “What did you write?”
Nicci looked at the nicest of her three friends and grinned. “I wrote, ‘Think of me when you’re jerking! Xoxo Mrs. B’. I figured it would be the gift that keeps on giving,” she giggled. So did Kaely.
Deena said, “Honestly, I’m a little surprised you didn’t blow him again, knowing what was in his pants, and since he did exactly what you asked and all. Even quitting his job.”
Nicci turned back again to look at Deena, spreading her legs and fanning her ass out again as she did so. Her friend was staring again. “I guess the good news for me is he doesn’t know about my…problem, my HDCD or whatever you want to call it. If he had whipped it out, I probably would have sucked it right in the middle of the parking lot for all I know.”
Another round of laughter followed from her friends.
“I’m serious!” She looked at the three of them with growing suspicion and laughed playfully. “So don’t any of you bitches go to Stop n’ Shop and tell him! Please and thank you. At this point, I wouldn’t put it past you.”
They all held up their hands like they were swearing. She turned back to her phone, a Snapchat from her daughter.
While she read it and sent a playful, crazy face photo in response, she absentmindedly said, “Maybe if he keeps working so hard, I’ll give him something for Christmas.”
“Ha! Like what? He wants way more than a card with five bucks in it,” Brandi observed.
“So maybe I’ll give him the blowjob you all want me to give him, Brandi, okay? Happy?”
“Why not do it now? Why wait ’til Christmas? What’s the harm?”
“You guys, believe it or not, I like older guys – distinguished, classy gentlemen with a little salt and pepper is what does it for me. I honestly don’t want to be blowing random teenagers right and left, as entertaining as you all find it. Things have just been getting out of hand.”
They were all laughing their asses off as they listened to their sexy ringleader rationalizing.
“One, I’m also married to an amazing guy, one of those classy salt and pepper guys, and I’d like to keep it that way. Two, he’s just a kid. I know he’s technically a man, but Brayden looks like a kid and acts like a kid. I looked at him at the grocery store last weekend, and he just reminded me of a little stick my daughters wouldn’t even date. As long as he keeps that fat fucking wang in his pants, then I’m totally fine, and I feel a lot more like his mom than his whore, okay? Three, the last thing I need is to turn my weekly grocery shopping into a weekly parking lot blowjob. Because we all know that’s what I’ll be doing if he shows that fucking wang to me.”
Her friends were all grinning and giggling while they ate snacks and listened to her explain.
“I go grocery shopping every goddamn week. If I saw that dick on him, all swinging out of his pants like last time,” Nicci stopped for a second and shook her head, “at the end of a year, I’d probably have blown him, like, forty-five times! I hate myself.”
Kaelan asked, “What about the other seven?”
“The other seven weeks, Nicci,” Deena explained. “There are fifty-two weeks in a year.”
She took a puff on her Logic before responding. “Well, sometimes we go on vacation, obviously. For the others, I’d probably end up letting him fuck me for all I know. It can’t always be about him.”
More laughter. “God, Nic, you’re just the best,” Brandi chuckled.
“Oh, and also related to Brayden,” Kaely said, raising her hand like she was in school, but then continuing anyway, “I know you told us, but I still don’t get how you sucked that, like, entire fucking dick. Like that thing was humongous, and you made it look so easy, Nic. Like the entire thing in your mouth. All the way. So long and fat. Like, ALL of it. It must have been halfway to your stomach.”
“Ha!” Deena laughed again. “We get it. Enough with that. Practice is how! Lots and lots of practice!”
All of them laughed and cackled uproariously, even Nicci, for a while anyway.
Eventually, she interrupted the giggling and said, “Okay, but honestly, girls! I’m serious here. Last time we got together, it was just too much. I felt terrible the past couple of weeks. I mean, I don’t even swallow, and I swallowed more cum in a day than I have in the last twenty years put together! Two different guys, too. Almost complete strangers. Like, what the fuck, you know what I mean?”
“Well,” Kaelan said, “don’t be too hard on yourself. We were all having a blast. Neither one of those guys gave you all that much choice.”
“Aww, thanks, Kaely, that’s really sweet,” Nicci replied, touching her friend’s hand as they reached between lounge chairs to each other.
Deena laughed out loud, “She had a choice when she decided to suck that kid’s dick or juggle those big juggs and open her mouth like a bullseye for that overweight Mexican!”
Kaely, Nicci, and Brandi all glared back at her.