7 comments/ 30848 views/ 1 favorites Small Town Stimulus Plan By: morganipfw When my plane touched down in Atlanta, I felt like I wanted to get out and kiss the ground, working in South America for two years made you really appreciate what you had in the good old USA. I had spent two years closing manufacturing plants in Brazil, all had fallen victim to the downturn in the economy. I had a week off before I had to appear at corporate and I used my time to go to my favorite Atlanta restaurants, look up some old friends and just slowly unwind and get back into the Atlanta culture that changes as the summer gets warmer. The week went too fast and I put on a suit and tie and headed into the YTC Financial Center; investors in facilities world wide. We basically bought distressed companies and either turned them into something profitable and re-sold them or broke them into parts and scrapped them. Both types of deals had their own unique set of circumstances that help make the right or wrong decision whether to close and put people out of work or to keep people working and grow the company. My "de-briefing" interview we scheduled for ten, and I arrived a few minutes prior to the interview time to see if any of the old staff still worked on the twentieth floor in the YTC Building. Having been gone for two years there was a sense of some thing seeming familiar in parts of the office but an awful lot of new faces and people promoted while I had been gone. My boss, Ted, rose and greeted me with a pat on the back and his job well done smile. We chit chatted about sports and family and business for a while and then got down to business. I had a couple of choices for my career; either stay at corporate and direct a division of managers in buying and selling of distressed properties, or back out to the field and try to salvage some broken down company that was costing too much money to run. It didn't take me long to decide that staying at corporate would be very difficult, didn't look like much fun, so I opted to take the field position and hoped that this time I might get to go to Europe or perhaps to Mexico. Well, I guess I was close; I am headed to Shrine, Iowa, population of less then six-thousand souls and the home of the mighty, OPC, the Opte Process Company. I had a week to get together all of the needed documents and arrange my personal affairs. I took the liberty of looking up the city of Sunrie and found it dead smack in the middle between nowhere and anywhere. Well, I thought, a summer in Iowa may be quite nice for a change, good clean air, no traffic jams and maybe some wholesome looking corn fed farm girls that were looking for a little adventure. I kind of pissed away the rest of the week; deposited my bonus and travel expense checks, closed up my house with the intention of coming back in a couple of months, got my pick up out of the garage and headed west for a slow and fun filed trip to Iowa, the land of "Idiots Out Wandering Around". After driving forever, I got of the interstate and headed north for the 21.8 corn growing miles and right there, as predicted on the map, was the city center and a monument of some famous person I had never heard of. I drove around town slowly taking in the sites; hardware, a diner, an appliance shop, a florist another empty building, town hall and about three blocks of plain but well kept buildings. The plant was located at the edge of town, not hard to find when the town was built around the plant as it grew from its roots during World War I. A manufacture of tank and heavy duty parts that transitioned to aircraft bombing and metal fusion parts for World War II that now was the only support manufacture to the aircraft industry of specialty screws, attachments and precise coupling pieces. The plant had a great quality reputation, but the changes in management and ownership over the years had led to sales down turns, decline of the plant and its grounds and a low moral level among the employees. The first general manger had been there for 30 years and several managers after that had numerous favorable years of that position, but in the last six years there were three jerks that had run things into the ground and the last one had been escorted out by the federal marshal office for corporate fraud and was currently sitting in a cell in parts unknown. My first impressions of the plant weren't really favorable; it was old, needed painting, new windows and some general updating. The only gate guard waved me down as I drove up and stepped up to my truck to see what I wanted. I introduced myself lf as JJ, as I always went by my nickname and Karl, the guard for over forty years said "yep, heard you was coming, but aint you a day or two early?" I laughed, and let him know that I was excited about getting to work and wanted to check out the town and see all of the sites. He kind of smirked and spit and said, "You can see all of the sites in about five minutes, most people just pass through or stay out on the interstate and only come to this town for the festivals and stuff." I figured Karl could talk to me all day, but I thanked him and he directed me to the unlocked side door to get into the plant. They let that door remain unlocked because they couldn't find the key and it was handy when the guards wanted to get in from the cold or the heat or just bored. The inside office space was as dated as the exterior of the building, small congested and drab would be the best description. I tossed my briefcase on the desk in the plant manager's office and sat down and put my feet up on the desk. Many times in my life I just sat there and wonder, what the fuck did \I get myself into and was this was one of those times. As I tilted back in the over stuffed office chair, I sensed that the layout of the office was all wrong, the worn path on the floor ran from the one office door right into two file cabinets and a wall. I got up, grabbed the first cabinet and kind of worked it back and forth away from the wall, then I squeezed past it and man-handled the second cabinet so I could squeeze my body behind them and try to figure out what there was a worn path that stopped right in the middle of the room. Pushing aside a bit of cheap wall paper, I discovered a door that had been sealed and hidden and with a screw driver I found in the office desk, pried it open with a groan from the hinges. As I stepped through the opening I fount that It opened into the hallway of the main entrance And right above the door, in very faint lettering was printed, 'mangers' door all ways open for the greatest employees in the world.' I kind of chuckled and thought, maybe some of the things that had worked in the past, would help the situation now. I pushed the door open while going back into the office and wrestled the file cabinets out the other door and figured I would get someone to stick them somewhere else tomorrow. Taped to the back of the one cabinet was an old ledger book that showed a lot of wear and tea from its years. I pulled off the old tape and leaned against the receptionist desk to take a peek at what I had found. It was a weekly journal from the last successful manager of the plant that had been here for 30 years, it noted dates, people names, projects, ideas and some daily thought on how to make more with less. I paged turned the journal for a while and then tossed it into my briefcase, may be good reading some night when I had nothing else to do. I grabbed my jacket, turned out the lights and kind of wondered around the e plant floor for about an hour or so and headed out the door. Hoping back into my truck, I thought it best to say good bye to Karl and pulled over to the guard shack. Karl got up out of his chair and kind of looked at me funny. I asked what was wrong and he said that there was blood all over my face. I looked into the mirror inside my truck and since I had wiped my face with my arm, I had smeared blood from a cut from moving the file cabinets. Karl said that I had better go see Doc Vern, open on the weekends until seven and he was just two blocks away. I thanked him, headed out the parking lot, and went left for two blocks and pulled up to an old fashion white farm house with a MD sign out front. I hopped out of the truck and walked up the sidewalk to see the Doc. Doc Vern had to be eighty years old, bald, short but very active and alert, he welcomed me into his office right off of the living room. Doc got right down to business as he washed and stitched my cut and did the blood pressure and temperature things that doctors do. Before he got all done, Doc took enough blood for three samples, and I didn't ask him what for, but when I left, I was kind of curious why you needed blood samples for a gash in my arm. On Monday morning, I arrived at seven to get the day started early and see what was in store for the new plant manager. Obviously, word had traveled all the way through town as there were waves and greeting from everyone I came across. Mrs. Jones, the matriarch of the office, whose desk was located right outside my office door, intercept me with a quick nod and wave as I made my way up the hall. I got down to business right away with the 8:00 am meeting of the parade float committee. About ten minutes to eight, five individuals clad in various work attire drifted into the waiting room and talked quietly back and forth waiting for me to get off the telephone. I quickly waved everyone in and stood and shook hands all the way around as the group introduced themselves. Betty, about fifty, short, stocky and a welder was chairperson, Belinda, blonde, maybe five foot tall couldn't tell much else as she had on work overalls and a hat with her ponytail pulled through the back, Bob, shop Forman, work shirt, maybe forty years old and Devine and Dustan, a pair of twins from engineer in their late twenties made up the parade float group. Betty handed me a report on progress and ideas to get me up to speed. Glancing at the report, I immediate said, "Wait a minute. There is a terrible error here." The room got deadly quiet as I called out for Mrs. Jones to bring me the green book. The green book was a slush fund that the company had for events and I wanted to fix a problem in employee moral right then and there. Mrs. Jones, walked around the group, opened the green book and I took my pen and wrote Betty a check for a thousand dollars, signed it, entered the amount, tore out the check and handed it to her, then handed the green book back to Mrs. Jones. Betty, looked at the check and said,' JJ what is this for?" I replied. "I see that the plant only gave you two hundred dollars for the float, and I feel that is simply not enough, you have one thousand dollars more to make the plant proud of your efforts and if you need more money, we can discuss it next Monday on our update meeting for the float." Well, if silence could have killed me, I would have died and been buried right then and there as everyone just kind of shook their heads and mumbled thanks and left the room. The rest of the week was spent in meeting the people in the plant, trying to figure out why production was so far off and I made numerous meager attempts to come to grips with a plant that had been so abused for so long. Good hard working people, inept management, but the opportunity of a life time if I could stand to live here long enough to make a difference. On Thursday, the festival committee had its meeting in the lunch room as it totaled about twenty or so people from all parts of the plant. The summer festival was a combination fun times, coupled with food contests and an animal auction, a giant B-B-Q and all of the going ons that make summer the best time of the year. In the journal I had found, it talked about supporting the local vendors that set up in the vendor tent, bidding up and then buying auction items and then having the plant donate the winning auction items to the community carry-in-dinner and then taking that money to support the orphanage on the outskirts of town I liked all of the ideas and sensed another way to combine the changes being made in the plant and helping the local community. The orphanage wasn't there anymore, but I assumed, if I asked, there were several worth while causes where the funds could go. I walked into the lunch room and took my seat off to the side as Christi Bell called the meeting to order. Christi was a MILF if there ever was one; five foot three, one hindered and ten pounds of toned body. She ran the loading dock and worked hard handling the freight herself as it showed in her tight ass and slim waist. She had a set of twin girls that I heard were beauty princess material and her two younger sisters were just as pretty as she was. As Christi went over the list of last minute things to get done she asked everyone to work extra hard to finalize everything they could by Friday night so when the parade started on Sunday morning the three day event would run smoothly. The event which had been going on for years always started on Sunday, as Saturday was still a farm work day so as tradition would have it, Sunday was the starting day. Christi concluded her list and asked if anyone had anything to add; and of course, everyone looked over at me. I stood and took my briefcase to the front and asked for Larry, Marcus, Harriet, Lunen, Pablo and Carton to come up to the front. All of them were plant division leaders and all had at least ten years of service in the plant. As I handed each one of them an envelope I said, "Everybody, in the envelope is five hundred dollars, in cash." "I want each one of you to use your own judgment and bid and buy an auction item at the fair, and I want you to spend the entire amount of money at the fair." I pointed to Paul Strong, the purchasing agent and while I handed him an envelope, I said, "Paul, when you go to the town merchants tent, here is a list of things we need in the plant. I have signed ten checks for you; I want you to buy everything on that list from a local store." There was a lot of noise and talking and I kind of raised my hand and said, "Look, we have forgotten we are part of this community and we need to take care of each other. I don't want everything that happened in here to be talked about, just quietly do what you have to do and make people happy." I got a few nods and some OK's and then when I added that everyone would have Friday off, with pay, to help out at the festival if they chose to, there was a thundering ruckus heard throughout the town. I thanked everyone and headed back to my office where I found a note taped on my desk asking me to stop out that night to see the float before it got pulled to the parade site. There was a map and some directions and it told me to be there at five pm so I could eat dinner with the float committee. I followed my map to the Tyre Farm Road and pulled off into the lane at the red barn. I parked my truck under a big oak tree and crossed the creek to the float building. A happy crew of five people was putting on the finishing touches of "Sunrie into the century" theme and I applauded and whistled as I walked in the barn and kept repeating over and over how nice the float looked. Everyone was ready for a break and we headed out the back of the barn, over the fence to the shaded orchard where there were two picnic baskets with chicken, cold slaw, biscuits tea and cookies for everyone. I can't say when I had a more delightful time. Everyone kind of prodded me about my past, family history and what I thought about the plant. After about an hour, the sky had clouded up and the wind increased and there was a bit of lighting in the sky. As we got back to the barn, the farmer who had so graciously let us use the barn must have come by and locked it up as we were away eating dinner. As it started to sprinkle, it kind of dawned on everyone real quick that all of their keys were locked in the barn and my truck was the only transportation in the open. We all made a dash for my truck and in the back seat slid the twins and Betty, with Belinda sliding in beside me and Bob riding shotgun. There was a bunch of laughter and a big sigh of relief as the clouds opened up and it poured and the wind blew and the lighting crashed. I got turned around and headed out onto the blacktop as Belinda, who was really sitting right against me, pointed out directions to drop everyone off. I fiddled with the radio and the air conditioning, turning mainly to look at Belinda's tanned legs and her pussy outline in her terry cloth shorts. The rain had got her a wet and it highlighted her tits in her tight top, but as she would turn and talk and punch the radio buttons, she kept putting her hand on my leg right near my cock and slowly rubbing the inside of my thigh. I didn't think much of it with everyone else in the truck, and did my best to watch the road and peer through the hard pouring rain as I searched for the turn off for the twins. It got dark really quick and I flicked on my headlights just in time to see the postal box that lead to the drive for the twins, the drive wound all the way to the back and I pulled up close to the door and they hopped out. To get out of the barn yard, I had to kind of turn my body around and look out the back, window as my side windows were all foggy from all of the people sitting in the truck. As I swung my arm over Belinda and turned sideways to look out the back, she turned to look out the drivers side window and her hand brushed and rubbed across my cock that was getting every larger in my shorts. I got turned around and headed back down the lane and took a left turn to head to Betty's farm which was about a mile away, I dropped her off and then over to Bobs who lived in a small subdivision around a lake nestled in a huge growth of trees. As Bob got out, Belinda got on her knees on the front seat, pointing her ass at me and yelled good bye to Bob out the passenger side window. As I looked at her ass and legs, they made a perfect "V" slit right at her ass and it really focused my attention on her hot little body. I got to the end of Bobs addition and Belinda slid right against me again, although there was plenty of room to sit in Bob's seat after he left. She put her hand on my leg and slowly ran here finger tips up and down my skin as she talked and pointed out landmarks as we headed to her house. The wind was still making the sheets of ran hit the truck at almost a horizontal angle and the combination of my air-conditioning and the outside air temperature kept fogging up the windows. I asked Belinda to look in the backseat for a rag or towel to wipe the windows and she turned and bent over the front seat with her ass sticking straight up in the air and her legs kind of dangling while her hand were busy trying to find something to wipe the windows with. Not finding anything I had to drive slower on the road and just about missed the turn when Belinda said, "Turn right here." I slowed the truck, made the turn and drove about two hundred yards up the road when she said," turn left again." Belinda had slid over to the passenger seat and had taken off her shoes and socks while I was driving and had place them on the dashboard of the truck, my guess they were there to dry off a bit. Well, my last turn had placed me in a church parking lot and she directed me go around the side, stop, and back up, stop and dim my headlights. As I did that, Belinda slid the passenger seat back and tilted it and then took off her top and unhooked her bra in one swift motion. I was till trying to put the truck in park and missed part of the show, but was staring right at her as she lifted her hips off the seat and pulled off her shorts and panties and folded them and placed them up on the dash. She then reached over to me, rubbed my cock through my shorts and said that she wanted to thank me for helping out with the parade float and that she knew that since I didn't have a girl friend that fucking her would be a real treat. Small Town Stimulus Plan She was right about that as my cock was trying to burst out of my shorts. I slipped off my flip flops, took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts then kicked them off onto the truck floor, As I rose up to get in between her legs on the passenger side seat, she grabbed my cock and rubbed the cock head up and down and gently squeezed as she whispered to me to suck her tits. I opened my mouth and took her left nipple into my mouth as she continued to pump my cock and tickle my ball sack. For a tiny skinny woman she had really full tits maybe not C cup but definitely a full B cup about the size of a large Georgia peach. In the glow of the lights from the truck dashboard her tits were highlighted in the dark because her nipples stuck out like beacons for my mouth to zone in on and the rest of her top was well tanned but her tits were lily white. I tried to get as much of her left tit into my mouth that I could on the first go around then I kissed her nipples and sucked on them as I alternated back and forth from tit to tit. Belinda kept moaning and encouraging me to suck harder as her hands kept rubbing my cock and squeezing and tickling my balls. It felt fantastic as she rubbed the tip of my cock that had pre cum oozing out of it in anticipation of sliding into her pussy. She opened her legs wider and kind of turned her feet outwards to open up her pussy more for my cock. She pulled me and my cock the rest of the way over in between her tan legs, it created quote a contrast, her tan legs, tan stomach and arms, and her white pussy and tits. She guided my cock right to the entrance of her pussy with her left hand and spread her pussy lips with her right hand and I slowly slid my hips forward to shove the tip of my cock into her pussy entrance. Wanting to watch the expressions on her face I took my time and paused my pushing just as the head got tucked inside her outer lips. From the awkward positions we were in, I thought that I would have a problem getting all of my cock into Belinda's' pussy, but as soon as the tip entered her pussy it was like her pussy took control and sucked my cock all the way into her in one big gulp. I watched her face as she went to work sliding down in the seat and drawing her legs around my waist. Her eyes went from closed to wide open and her mouth let out a big "oh my god, that feels good." I wanted to enjoy my cock inside her for a while and I rocked my hips back and forth to get comfortable and to enjoy the feeling what her pussy was going to be like. I was in no rush to finish this free fuck and with the combination of watching the enjoyment on her face and listening to her breathing go from a gentle purr to a rushed uhh, uuh,uuh, I was able to move my hips a bit to the left and then to the right to make sure I had rubbed the left, the right and the top of her pussy with my cock. I could feel her pussy walls react to the pulsating of my cock and for the first time ever I felt a woman's pussy pull on my cock trying to suck in not only the head and shaft of my cock, but since her legs were spread so wide, it felt like my balls were going in between the lips of her pussy spread. As I moved my hips, not pulling out my cock, she gasped a bit and said. "Wow that is some piece of meat that you are fucking me with." I just smiled and took my time to enjoy the soft, warm, very wet pussy that had captured my cock. Wanting to prolong the amount of free fuck time, I didn't pump my cock in her, I kind of lifted my hips so it pushed my cock all the way into the top of her pussy then she tighten her legs around my waist. I took my hands and squeezed her tits, rolled her hard nipples and used my mouth to suck on her tongue. After a few minutes of working her body with my hands it finally felt like I had my full length of my cock pushed into her, Belinda started to softly moan and breathe very hard. Her face got very flushed and her body chilled as I continued to touch, caress, kneed and suck every inch of her body that I could reach. I am not sure what came first, the quaking of her voice, the squeezing of her legs around me, the tightening of the pussy walls around my cock or her nails digging into my back, but all of a sudden Belinda moaned and said, "son of a bitch, son of a bitch, oh my god. Yes..yes..yes." Her first orgasm lasted for a minute or so as her body reacted to my cock inside of her as I held still, she collapsed a bit deeper into the seat, wrapped her legs a bit lower now around my butt and whispered into my ear, "I like to be fucked hard". Well that just about put me over the top right then and there, as I pulled my hips back and slammed my cock into her. I could feel her heels press against my back and her fingernails dig into my shoulders and I pounded and pounded her pussy for about five minutes and then I shot one of the largest amounts of cum I have ever shot into a woman. I pumped and pumped that bitch driving squirt after squirt of my cum as far as I could into her, and all she could do was keep saying, "oh my god, oh my god, fuck me fuck me hard." I was panting and sweating and sucking her mouth as I curled my toes and pushed as hard as I could to make sure she remembered whose cock was doing the job on her pussy. When I finally stopped, she groaned as her legs had cramped up and her body had broken out into a drenched sweat. I sat back into my seat and watched as Belinda slowly recovered from my cock. She stretched her legs and then her arms, massaged her tits and quietly enjoyed the afterglow of being properly fucked. After a couple of minutes, she pulled her legs up to her chest, tossed her hair back and forth and said, "JJ that cock of yours is going to be very happy here in town." I watched as she grabbed her clothes and she slowly got dressed adjusting the air-conditioning ducts to bow cold air at her tits and pussy. Belinda wasn't the most modest woman I had ever met, as she sat there, legs spread wide open, tits sticking straight out and her hand kept reaching for my cock. Belinda asked."Before I get dressed do you want to fuck me again or do you want to do my ass." Man I tell you, I had just had the most incredible orgasm that I could remember and my balls were on empty and my knees were very sore, because as I hammered her pussy, I kept slamming into the seat frame. I begged off, squeezing her tits and just kissing for about ten minutes, then she slowly got dressed and directed me to her house, When I pulled up the lights were on at her front porch and she turned at me and said, "don't forget, I am the best fuck in town and if you need some pussy, my pussy gets you first." With that she kissed me and opened the door and ran through the rain into her house. I had made arrangements to stay at the City Guest House for the duration of my stay, as driving back and forth to the motel on the interstate was taking too much time. The Guest House must have been the local motel years and years ago, but now it was three tiny rooms connected together to make one livable apartment. It was down and back the lane that ran along side the old school and kind of tucked out of the way of passer bys. I crawled into bed absolutely exhausted and fell into a deep sleep thinking about how my balls had been emptied into one of the most exciting woman I had met for a long time. The next morning I made a quick stop at the plant, as a few workers had come in early to take care of a few last minute items. By lunch time, I walked over to the festival food tent area drawn by the smell of B-B-Q and music. I stuck my head into one of the biggest tents and all the way to the back was about six ladies standing at a table laughing and talking. In the tent, there must have been a hundred of stand up tables with long white table cloths draped over them. There weren't any chairs, the tables were tall enough you could stand up and eat and that made a lot more room to get more people into the eating area. Someone at the very back table clear in the back of the tent waved me over and yelled my name and as I kind of navigated my way to the table I recognized it was Christi and I was guessing her sister and her twin daughters. As I got closer, I saw that I was right, and I kept trying to remember everyone's name, there was Christi, her sister Jacki, and the twin daughters Melinda and Mandy, if I remembered right. It was a big tent and they were all the way to the back of the tent and as I got a bit closer I thought there were five ladies there, but when I got within speaking distance, I only counted four. Well, no big deal, I was just going to say hello and get directions on what and where to eat. Christi and her youngest sister Jacki, were facing the direction I was coming from and Mandy and Melinda the twin teenage blond girls had there backs to me as I greeted everyone. All of the ladies had on the same color of uniforms, the twin teenage girls had on short boots with pom-poms on them; a wrap around short skirt had a short belly shirt with a real short vest that accentuated their tits, resting on top of the table were a couple of batons. The skirt, top and boots were a blend of red, white and blue and looked very sexy on the tanned blond twins. Christi had on the same outfit, but instead of the belly shirt had on a white silk top that was mostly unbuttoned, and her skirt wasn't a wrap, it had a back zipper to it and was tied at the waist. Jacki, her sister, who was more brunette then blond, had on the same short skirt that the teenagers had on, higher boots on her longer legs and no top under her vest that barely covered up her bra. I kind of remembered in last weeks paper a picture of the dance and twirl team that featured ten twirlers, six dancers and Jacki, Christi and her other sister Lori as the coaches. The team had won some sort of regional trophy and was going to lead the summer festival parade down Main Street. Well from the looks of things I knew that the parade was going to get started off with a bang as there was a lot of flesh and implied sex showing from this group. Jacki and Christi kind of parted and motioned for me to stand in between them and I went around the table and started to say hello to everyone and see what was up. When Jacki moved over, I could look down her vest and see all of her tits being pushed up by her bra. In my mind I was wondering if I popped the two buttons holding her vest, I bet her tits would just spring out. No sooner had we started talking then I felt Jacki and Christi put there arms on the lower part of my back and kind of retain me with a gentle push toward the table so I couldn't step back. I didn't complain there were worse things that could happen to a guy then to have two lovely ladies in their late thirties trying to grab his ass From under the table cloth, I felt someone reach up and pull down my shorts and underwear and in shock, I started to back up. Jacki and Christi kept a strong grip on me while Mandy said, "JJ, mom and Aunt Jacki and Aunt Linda and my sister and I want to thank you for all of the things you have done. Please just stand right there and enjoy." As Mandy was finishing her last words, I felt a warm wet mouth suck my cock into a throat and a hand go between my legs and cup my balls. I didn't know what to do, here I was, in the back of a tent, in the middle of the day, between to MILF's looking at the twin teenage daughters and someone was under a table with my cock in her mouth. I was speechless as I looked to my left and Christi who had on a white top that showed her nipples poking through her bra and then to the right as Jacki was slowly unbuttoning her vest so I could see here bra. Jacki's hand had dropped down to one of my ass checks and she kept grabbing and stroking my ass and running her finger up and down my crack, Jacki unbuttoned her vest and pushed her titties in her bra against my side and took of her boot off and run her soft leg up and down my leg. Christi while on the other side of me ran her fingernails up and down my spin and reached up and grabbed my face to give me a kiss. In my over stimulated mood, I grabbed onto the table cloth with both hands as my cock started to react to the tongue of the sister under the table. The combination of her deep-throating my cock, her stroking of my balls, Jackis' attempt to put her finger into my ass, and Christi trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth, was just about all I could stand. I was just starting to go weak in the knees, and really started to sweat, and I wasn't doing any of the work. I could feel the cum rising from my balls as all of the rubbing and kissing and stroking and sucking on my cock was slowly building my climax. Aunt Jacki looked at her twin nieces and said, "Girls, JJ needs some visual stimulation, turn around and take off your skirts." My god, if there was a heaven, I had to be in this tent in the middle of nowhere. The sister under the table was trying to suck my cock right off of my body, she had the entire length in her mouth, and her fingernails were in between my legs rubbing the area between my ball sack and my ass. Jackis' nipples were now pushing through the center of her bra where it was made of see through material and her finger was rubbing the area around my ass hole. I was bending a bit forward onto the table trying to control my load of cum so I could just enjoy everything that was going on. AS I leaned forward I was looking right at the asses of the twin teenage girls. Mandy had on a white thong with two little strawberries right at the top of the T of the material that was nestled with on top of her but cheeks. The white color really stood out against her tan legs and she kept putting her hands in the thong elastic sides and pulling it up and down. When she pulled down the left side of her thong I could see the tiniest of her tattoo that was on her hip. Melinda had on a pair of black silk tie panties that had little pink bows on the side. Her ass was shapelier and the panties cupped to outline her full ass cheeks. Melinda had longer legs and had a come fuck me look standing there in vest, panties and boots. When she pulled her panties up tighter, she grinned at me as a camel toe outline formed from the outline of her cunt. Christi was whispering in my ear," JJ, if you are real good, would it be great to have those girls dance in those outfits just for you?" My tongue was hard as my cock, all I could do was say,"un-huh." I think Jacki sensed that it was time to get the job done before someone came by and spoiled our party. Jacki said, "Melinda baby, turn around and face JJ and pull your panties down, I think he is ready to cum." Those words were all it took, my head went down on the table top, my cock erupted into the sisters mouth under the table, Jackis' finger went into my ass hole and Christi kept whispering, "fuck that bitches mouth, fuck her mouth." My cock erupted, I collapsed, I gripped the table cloth, I couldn't breath and I just rested my head on top of the table trying not to pass out. It took me a few minutes to recover as I felt my cock being licked clean and my ass cheek being spanked by Jacki who had a streak of kink in her. I finally looked up, the twins had back on their uniforms, Jacki had her vest back on and Christi was leaning over to me and was telling me that if I thought this was good, wait until next week.