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Mammary Mansion Ch. 01

By: dass4450



This is the first part of a project I have been working on. Enjoy.

The sensation of being smothered wouldn’t go away. I forced my heavy eye lids open and rapidly realised that my face was pressed into soft, fragrant flesh. As consciousness returned, I was startled to feel a heavy weight over my stomach. An arm was behind the back of my head pressing it into the flesh on my face. Another was across my chest and around my back. I could feel something wiry rubbing up and down over my hip and could hear a gasping noise somewhere above my head.  Realisation dawned - I was being smothered in somebody’s fleshy breasts!

I reached up and found a shoulder and pushed back allowing me to breathe. As my face became free I looked into the cornflower blue eyes of an old woman. Her eyes were glazed and she was panting. She focused on me and said, “Oh good, you’re awake. Now I can really enjoy myself.” The big thigh across my stomach tightened and the hunching of her pudenda against my hip increased.

“What the hell is going on here?” I asked, my mouth feeling as if it was full of cotton wool. My head was still fuzzy but despite a feeling of listlessness, I could feel my cock unfurling and lengthening.

Her eyes twinkled and she smiled. “We’re going to fuck, that’s what’s going on.” I looked at her in amazement. Shit, she had to be in her sixties, all white hair and crows feet. She was behaving like a young girl. “You’re not going to disappoint an old lady, are you Michael?” She knew my name but I was positive I had never met her before. She reached down and grabbed my turgid dick. “Oh goody,” she said, “at least your friend wants to play.”  For an old woman, she sure moved fast. Before I knew what was happening, she sat up right and plugged my boner right up her hairy cunt. It was wet and slimy but still a tight fit and she only got a couple of inches in. Frowning with concentration, she knelt up a bit and rubbed my cockhead up and down her oozing slit and then plugged it back in. She forced herself all the way down until her pubes mingled with mine. “So big, so hard,” she sighed. She started to post gently up and down, her eyes screwed shut with concentration.

I was still too muzzy in the head to fully comprehend what was going on. I looked around to see where I was. Clearly I was in a luxurious bedroom with the morning sun beaming through windows. I looked back at her and took stock. She was big, big all over. She had extremely large breasts with dark thick nipples, and would have drooped somewhat if they hadn’t been held up and together by her arms, creating a deep cleavage. Her hands were resting on my stomach as she rose and fell on my traitorous cock. A strong pair of thighs was clasped to my torso. My arms were akimbo and I lay there still seemingly unable to move a muscle. Except for the bastard muscle enjoying itself up her cunt! And it was certainly enjoying itself. On the down stroke, she gripped it with her vaginal muscles as if determined to make it spit. Occasionally, she rolled around on it, dragging the sensitive cock head across a number of interesting bumps and hollows high in her pussy. She moaned and panted.

If hadn’t have been so preoccupied with working out how I came to be in this odd but interesting situation, I would have shot my bolt shortly after she had slotted me home. I tried to remember what I had been doing the night before, and how I could have ended up being screwed by some old broad. Even is she wasn’t too unattractive, she was not my type. Why then did my dick spring so willingly into action?

As she rode up and down, maintaining a steady pace, I recalled I had gone out to a club near my lodgings. I vaguely remember a number of girls buying me drinks, but the rest was a complete blank.  On the bedside table was a glass of water. I leaned up and drank the lot and that helped to clear a lot of gunk from my throat.

Suddenly, the big old lady changed positions, leaning forward to put her hands on my shoulders, her massive tits swaying and bouncing against my chest as she picked up the pace. She was hunching back and forth, really going for it.  I felt her pussy clench my cock and then felt a spurt of warmth as she came, letting out little shrieks and moans as she slumped forward, crushing her melons against my chest. I could still feeling the pulsing of her twat as she murmured against my neck. “So good, so bloody good. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have a young dick up me.”

I felt too weak to shift her large body off mine, so I lay there gently caressing her back, my dick still rigid and buried in her hot cunt.

“You didn’t cum yet?” she whispered. I shook my head. “Oh goody, let me suck you off!” She lifted off me and scooted down the bed, nudging my legs apart and grabbed my steaming cock in one hand, slotted the head into her mouth and began to suck avidly. Her huge tits nudged my turgid balls and, as she got more of my dick into her mouth, they surrounded them. It was very pleasant. I couldn’t stop - I blew a load into her suctioning mouth and grimaced in painful ecstasy as she slurped and swallowed.

Still gently sucking, she looked up at me. “I haven’t had a load like that since I was a girl. It was wonderful.”

“Look lady, I don’t know who you are or what the hell I’m doing here, but I will tell you it was a hell of fuck, even if you are an old broad.”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing prettily. “Monica will be along shortly and she will explain all. I hope you will understand. I’ll just go and shower while you just lie back and relax.” She got off the bed and the last I saw of her was her big firm arse disappearing through an adjacent door, followed by the hissing noise of a shower.

I looked around. The room was big and airy with plenty of room for a sitting area. I got up and still feeling rubbery in the legs, went to look out one of the floor to ceiling windows. All I could see was several acres of well maintained gardens followed by a forest. I was three stories up. I was in a bloody mansion!

Just then, a door opened and a woman in her mid twenties came into the room. I was never one to be bothered about nudity so I faced her hands on hips. “Well, perhaps you can tell me what the bloody hell is going on here,” I demanded.

She was shortish, with silky blonde hair down to her shoulders. She was not slim but the business outfit did little to disguise an hour glass figure. She had twinkling blue eyes similar to the old chick who had just ravished me. She walked over and extended her hand, maintaining eye contact all the way. “Hi, I’m Monica. I had one of your model girlfriends slip you some rophenal last night and I abducted you with help of my chauffeur. I’m happy to say you have passed the first test.” She continued to hold onto my hand in the handshake position. I had not realised that I had shook hers, mesmerised by those eyes. “You see, the few young men I’ve brought home have run screaming out of the place once they wake up with Grandma. You didn’t, and, according to her, gave her a lovely fuck.” She let go my hand.

“So it was some sort of test that I seem to have passed.” 

“Yes.” She took a couple of steps back and looked at me. Over six feet with a tanned, hard muscled body, I knew I was attractive to women. Heaps of them had fallen into bed with me over the years. I had bedroom eyes apparently and a decently sized cock. “And you will do very well here, I’m sure. Although you can leave at any time you feel uncomfortable. But stay for the day or so and see how you feel. You’ll find your clothes over on that chair but they need washing. This is a spare dressing gown. Put it on and I’ll take you down to breakfast. You must be starving.” So saying, she gave me a beautiful smile and a dressing gown that just got below my balls when I got it on. She turned and I followed, intrigued and even a bit amused. I watched her curvy arse roll as I followed it to a door. It concealed a lift that descended to the ground floor and opened into a massive country style kitchen that had been outfitted with little regard to expense.

Leaning back against the table was a giant black woman wearing an apron and a huge smile. “So we have a stayer and maybe a player,” she said in a Jamaican accent. “Oh goody, goody.”

See what Molly can do. Meet the rest of the family in Part 2.

Mammary Mansion Ch. 02



“Molly will take care of you. I have to go to the office,” said Monica, turning to leave.

“Wait a minute. What if I have to go to the office?” I said.

“I know all about you Michael Williams. You are a self employed financial consultant, currently between contracts. You don’t actively seek work and spend a lot of your time on the beach and the rest of the time screwing scarecrows. Or rather, girls that looked like them.  People come to you with corporate financial problems and you solve them. You’ve worked for me about seven times probably without knowing it and I have to say, you are good at what you do. Look on this as a bit of a holiday.” So saying, she turned and left.

“Well lad, you must be starving. Sit down and I’ll have some breakfast for you in a jiff. Start with this coffee.” Molly looked amused by my rather startled expression. I wasn’t too sure about the “scarecrow” reference. All the babes I had fucked would grace the cover of any fashion magazine. Monica on the other hand, was shortish and definitely not a fashion model. Unless you count “Plumper Monthly”.

Within minutes I was feasting on a mountainous plate of eggs, ham and beans, and a second coffee. I watched Mollt move about. She was certainly an amazon, above even my height but graceful with it, even if she was much older than I. She was wearing a sleeveless white T-shirt and a dark blue skirt that was mid thigh in length. She was not wearing a bra and the material strained over melon-like breasts the rolled and moved as she did. Large nipples poked out, threatening to puncture the material. The skirt revealed thighs like small tree trunks, smooth and shiny. Watching her, I became aware of a burgeoning erection that I surreptitiously made vertical under the dressing gown before it became obvious sliding down my thigh.  

When I finished, she came and took the plate away and I pushed my self back from the table. I started to get up but she pushed me down. “I have more for you to eat,” Molly said, smiling that brilliant smile.” She straddled my legs, facing me, then perched on the edge of the table. I didn’t move but my eyes opened wide as raised her feet to the arms of the chair and slowly spread her massive legs. The ebony skin of her inner thighs showed some snail-like trails of liquid as they slowly slid apart, wider and wider, until her pouting black pussy was revealed in all its glory.  The outer lips were thick and bulging beneath a forest of black curly hair and shone with moisture. A hint of inner lips showed. 

“Show Molly your appreciation for a fine breakfast, lad,” she said, and pulled my head firmly towards her treasure. She leaned back and sighed as my longish tongue traced the folds upwards, collecting aromatically sweet oozings as I went. My nose bumped its way up over her bulging clit hood and into the wiry forest of her pubes. I did it again and again, very slowly and looked to see the purple inner lips peel out and over her outer lips spreading like a butterfly. Her vagina started to gape open and the shocking pink maw pulsed at me. “Oh, you’re gooooood,” she moaned. I kept going, occasionally sucking on her clitoris, swirling my tongue and continuing to slurp an increasing yield of her cuntal juices.

I slid my hands up under her T-shirt and felt for her massive tits. They overflowed by hands as I found, fingered and tweaked her huge nipples. I massaged her breast flesh, all the time licking and slurping at her pulsating pussy, feeling her gigantic thighs pressed against my ears. My cock was throbbing with need. She came on my tongue, panting and moaning. I gave her clit another long suck and pinched both nipples, hard. I stood and pushed my rampant dick straight up her cunt using absolutely no finesse at all. It was my turn to groan as my cock ploughed into an unbelievably hot, closely clasping cunt. I let it soak and raised her legs to drape them over my shoulders before pulling out and shoving it back in. I held onto to wobbling breasts as I drove in and out. She smiled up at me but closed her eyes as she groaned to another climax. Harder and harder I fucked her until the glazed look in her eyes told me she had experienced a biggie. I couldn’t hold on and spurted crazily. She dropped her legs and that forced my cock out of her cunt, still spurting ribbons of creamy cum up over her dark belly to land on the underslopes of her breasts.

“Whew, that was some fuck, lad. Grandma was right, you’re a natural. We’ll have to keep you. Sit down.” I sat down and watched as she knelt, grabbed my deflating cock and proceed to lick and clean it with her lovely pink tongue. “Yummy, yummy -can’t wait to have that back in mummy’s tummy.” 

She stood and pulled both her shirt and skirt into place. “Come on mon, tuck that thing away and I’ll introduce you to the folks.” 

I puled the robe back together and followed her swaying arse through a door into a large lounge room. On one chair was Grandma looking very smart and smiling a big welcome. Across from her sat two younger versions in their forties - same blue eyes, same curvy, hour glass figures. All were wearing outfits that displayed plenty of creamy cleavage.

“Oh mummy, he looks scrumptious,” squealed one of the women. “Can I have him now, please mummy. I haven’t had a decent fuck in years and you had him this morning. C’mon mum, please.”



Mammary Mansion Ch. 03



“Look Mummy, he’s got something dripping down his legs.” This from the other voluptuous woman. “I do believe it’s sex juice. I’ll just check.” So saying, she knelt on the floor and licked up the moisture seeping down my thigh from my cock - some from the inside, some from the outside. Molly’s.

My cock started to unfurl at the touch of her tongue sensuously sliding down the inside of my leg. The plum shaped head peeped out from under the short dressing gown and she squealed as she saw it. “Oh Mummy, isn’t that the most delicious thing,” she said, licking her lips.

“Monique, come away, you’ll scare him off,” Grandma remonstrated huffily. 

“Molly, you black bitch. You’ve had him already, I can taste you on him,” declared Monique in a sulky tone, as she rose and sat down.

“You don’t look a gift horse in the mouth at my age,” Molly retorted. “And he’s got a bit of a horse cock, and he knows what to do with it. Quite the stud, the young mon.” She turned to me and said, “I’ll see you at lunch,” and with a salacious wink left the room.

“Would somebody tell me more than Monica did? She told me that she had drugged me and brought me here to be your plaything,” I said, directing my question to Grandma.

“Yes, she did very well. Look, I’ll try to explain. We are the Barents family.” She saw my eyebrow lift as I recognised the name of one of the richest families in the world, owning vast properties - mines, oil fields, finance companies and banks. They were stratospheric billionaires. “I see you know who we are. When you’re that famous, one cannot just go out and pick up a casual shag or two, the paparazzi would be all over us like flies. We prefer to remain out of the spotlight, and, since Monica’s father died, we have lived somewhat secluded lives. As for marriage, count us out. All men want is our money. Monica has brought the odd young chap home but they haven’t got past first base. You did, and I very much enjoyed it.”

“What if I want to go home?” I asked.

“You have no real home. We know all about you, Michael. We had you investigated as a potentially suitable young man after you did a job for one of our companies and Monica spotted you. We know that you like your sex, and often, although generally with model types. If you really did want to leave, we won’t stop you, but I hope you’ll give us a chance to show how grateful we are.” She smiled and looked engagingly like one those kind old grannies that TV advertisements use to con you into believing the product they’re trying to flog is the genuine article.

“I really need to think about this, preferably in a hot shower.”

“Monica’s Aunt Margaret will show you to your suite. You’ll find a change of clothes there and a range of toiletries. Help yourself. By the way, in case you’re wondering, my name is Marjorie. The M’s are a bit of indulgence but it costs less to monogram the towels,” chuckled Grandma.

Margaret jumped up and giggling, grabbed my hand. “Come on, I’ll show you where to go.”

We left and went into a plushly carpeted hallway and up some wide curving stairs. All about was luxury. Still holding my hand, she pushed open the door into a massive bedroom with a similar outlook to Grandma’s. She got behind me and putting her hands on my butt, pushed me towards a door near the windows. She giggled a little as her hands went from pushing to grasping. 

“Ooh, such a tight butt.”

The en suite was sumptuous, including a massive jacuzzi - the fittings were gold and stylish, the shower big enough for five people to have an orgy. I stripped off the robe and strolled to the shower, feeling her eyes on my flexing butt, my hanging, swaying cock. 

I got in and started the shower, soaking luxuriously. Suddenly, I felt hands sliding around and across my stomach, with something soft and giving pressed against my back.

“Would you like your back scrubbed,” Margaret purred, rubbing her mounded tummy against my arse.

Since my cock had started to jump as soon as she touched me, I couldn’t very well say no. The old saying jumped into my mind. An erect prick has no conscience. “If you must,” I muttered.

“I must, I really must,” she sighed, hugging me tightly. I could feel her big soft tits, mashed into my back and her smooth thighs rubbing the backs of mine. She leaned back and grabbed a bottle of something off the shelf and tipped some of the contents down my back bone. She went back to hugging me but started slowly rotating her breasts against my back and hunching up against my arse like a dog on heat. I could actually feel her large nipples dragging around on my back. Her hands crept down and grasped my burgeoning prick. I really hated it - like hell, I did. She had some of the slimy gel stuff on her hand and smoothed it up and down my prick in slow sensuous strokes. Despite my previous exertions, it rose like a mindless idiot - the sensations of her voluptuous body rubbing against me and her hands on my cock overcoming all thoughts of stopping her from having her way with me.

Despite being in her late forties, her attentions were turning me on. I turned in her arms and bent to kiss the pouting lips presented. She slipped a tongue into my mouth and I sucked and laved it like a parched drunk. Margaret writhed against me, rubbing her Reubens like body against me. I was fully, pulsatingly erect.

“Let’s get out of here,” I muttered, shutting the shower off and pushing her out the door. She collapsed onto the inch thick carpeting and I went with her. She spread her large thighs and I fell between them, my throbbing prick instinctively seeking her hot, moist cunt. She had a maniacal grip on my cock and was trying to plug into her voracious pussy. I firmly pushed her back and, trailing kisses from her fragrant neck to her large, pouting nipples, I worked my way back down to her cunt. Grabbing her melon-like tits, I eased my tongue into a slit that was running like a torrent. Sweet and tart, she tasted like heaven. Suddenly, she clutched by head and jammed it against her gaping hole, moaning and gasping. “So good, so good , so long, I can’t stand it. Shove it in, you lovely lad.” Maybe she meant my cock -what she got was three inches of tongue thrusting in and out then licking up to the nubbin of her clit. Within seconds, she screeched and arched her back in ecstasy. A spurt of joy juice bathed my mouth and chin.

Margaret flopped back gasping. I moved up, positioned the knob of my rigid dick and thrust it straight up her cunt to the balls. Her legs shot up and wrapped themselves around my hips. I thrust again and again, straightening my arms to watch her contorted, ecstatic face experiencing climax after climax. Her voluminous breasts roiled and swayed around her chest, large pink nipples erect. I grabbed the outside of each quivering breast and pushed them together, swooping on them with my hot mouth and lashing them in turn with my tongue. I sucked, and laved, all the time driving my cock in and out of her spasming cunt. 

She was chanting “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Over and over again. Suddenly, Margaret heaved against me as she came hard, and, despite my earlier ejaculations, I came like a steam train, pulsing spurt after spurt against her clasping cervix. I collapsed on top of her, kissing her fragrant neck.

“That is the best, the absolute best,” she gasped, clutching her legs around my torso, her pussy walls milking my cock as she spasmed to more orgasms. Slowly they died out as I slowly shrank out of her.

“Now, can I finish the bloody shower,” I growled mockingly at her. Margaret collapsed her arms, legs and pussy, and I slowly slid out of her, my penis head still tingling from my orgasm. I raised myself on weak legs and went once more into the shower, leaving her spreadeagled on the floor like a virgin sacrifice. 

These old chicks were going to be the death of me. They had all fucked like it was their last day on earth. I was thoroughly shagged. But, I was hooked. I had no idea why these old, fat and busty broads turned me on so much. I was intrigued by them all and by Monica. She was an enigma. I finished as Margaret was rising from the floor. She staggered past me into the shower.

“I’m going to have a nap,” I growled, towelling my self off. I went into the bedroom and laid down, hoping to catch a few Zs. Within seconds I was out like a light. Sigh.



Mammary Mansion Ch. 04



Part 4

“Come on sleepy head, get up.” 

A petulant voice roused me from my deep sleep. Jeez, she still wants more, I thought, until I recognised Monique, Margaret’s sister, Monica’s mother. While they both looked alike, Monique was plumper with a slightly different shade of ash blonde hair.

“You’ve been sleeping for hours. Mother has asked me to show around the estate, so come on, rise and shine.” She thrust a pair of shorts and a t-shirt at me and strode to the door. “Come on,” she urged.

I tugged on the gear, found some beach shoes and followed her. Having seen some of the place, I was intrigued to see more. Room after room of luxurious splendour while I counted some twenty females of all ages working to look after them. I didn’t see another male. 

“Why are there no men about the place?” I asked.

“Several years ago, we had some problems with a couple of the male staff who overstepped the mark somewhat. Since then, we have done nicely without them. Most of the women you see work in our business and are here either to escape domestic abuse, have babies or recover from having them. In return for shelter and their regular pay, they look after us.”

We had strolled out on to a back patio, filled with chairs and tables under awnings and umbrellas. By this time, Monique had my arm tucked under hers, the large under side of her breast pressed against my hand. Her big soft hips bumped against me as we strolled slowly on.  The vista opened out to a beautifully designed pool surrounded by lush flowering foliage.

“The stables and garage are over there. You are welcome to ride or use one of the cars at any time. I want to show you the pool house.” She led me to a cabana that opened large doors out on to the pool side. Inside were couches, a couple of divans, showers and toilets.

“Do you want a swim? There are shorts and towels in that closet.”

“No thanks, I don’t think I’ve got enough energy to do laps.”

Monique regarded me then giggled. “Perhaps you can do laps of another kind?” She pulled me back towards one of the divans. She started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress revealing a creamy cleavage encased in a dark blue lacy bra. When she reached her waist, she shrugged out of it an it cascaded over her lush hips to the floor. Her matching panties had a damp spot in the front. She reached out and pulled my T shirt up and over my head, eyes widening as my muscular, tanned torso was revealed. “Gorgeous,” she breathed, her impressive chest rising and falling. 

Monique dropped the shirt on the floor then hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and slid them down her meaty thighs, her cleavage lengthening as her tits threatened to burst from their confinement. Despite itself, my cock started to thicken at the voluptuous sight in front of me.

She sat down and laid back, spreading her legs. “Please lick me Michael. I haven’t had that done to me in years.”

I knelt down and peered closely at the pussy in front of me. Centred on a prominent mound and covered with wispy pubes was a beautifully symmetrical pair of cunt lips. As I drew near, it started to gape just a little. I ran my hands up her smooth inner thighs and lightly traced a finger from the bottom of her slit to the top. She sighed and leaned on her elbows to watch. Like the parting of the seas, her outer lips peeled back, becoming engorged with hot blood. I ran my finger up the slit again and it parted some more, revealing a glistening pink set of inner lips, the upper end hooded over a small bulge. It was one of the most beautiful cunts I had ever seen.

I levered her legs up so that her feet were on the divan, then lowered my mouth to her moist pussy.  Slowly, I licked upward, pausing just below the hood to return to the bottom and repeat the action, just inserting a little tongue and making like it was a yummy ice cream. Over and over until the hood suddenly retracted and a pearl-like nubbin burst forth. Gentleness went and was replaced with brute force as I speared my long meaty tongue into her hot, wet depths, rasping it in and out, then up to swirl around her clit, before sucking strongly on her clit. At the same time, I had forced a finger deep into her cunt and was massaging her G spot.

Monique came like a banshee, a long wail followed by panting half gasps as I sawed my finger back and forth and sucked and swirled my hot rasping tongue on her pulsing clit. Sticky, slimy cunt cream bathed my thrusting finger.  

I looked up over the mound of her tummy to see her magnificent tits, still encased in the sexy blue bra, heaving like mini mountains. I reached up and undid the front closing clasp and pushed the bra to the side. Huge firm tits fell sideways but not far. Her creamy mounds were topped with tawny nipples the size a large grape and they were seriously erect. My cock by this stage was leaking pre-cum down the legs of my shorts. I knelt up, shucked the shorts and climbed up between her legs, then straddled her stomach. Gathering up her breasts, I slid my red hot sausage into the creviced cleavage and out the other side. Moistend by my pre-cum and her sweat, it slid easily, erotically. I was fully charged and ready to go. Monique leaned her head up and sucked the big knob as it charged through her mounded breast flesh. She looked up at me.

“Now! Fuck me now, Michael - please, please.”

“OK. Christ that was nice. I’ll want to do that again.”

I gave her tits a couple of thrusts with my cock then slid it down her body, leaving a snail trail of slime, placed it at her heaving portal and thrust it in, deep and hard. She went off again, flinging her arms around my neck and holding on for dear life. She was tight and hot, her pussy walls snugly holding my prick as I let it soak for a moment. She gradually loosened the grip on my neck and I began to fuck my cock in and out, in and out, varying the depth and the angle. It was glorious. Her plump cushiony body was the epitome of lust and moving on it, her legs around my waist, her plump breasts with their erect nipples moving and scraping against my chest, I was consumed with head spinning sensation. Faster and faster, in and out, until I could hold no longer and ejaculated fiercely into her hot welcoming depths.

The spurting of my hot spunk brought on another massive orgasm and I held on has she wailed and her body shuddered with ecstasy. At last she subsided as my deflated hero wilted from her body. I kissed her gently. She sighed and murmured her appreciation. “So good, Michael, so good.”

I fell off her and laid beside her gathering her in my arms and promptly slept.

“Well, well, mon. You have been a busy boy!”

I opened my eyes. Towering above me was Molly holding a tray containing food and a bottle of wine. Monique heard her and woke.

“Molly, how delightful. How did you know we were here?” she asked not bothering to cover up.

“Girl, I could hear you enjoying yourself from the kitchen. I haven’t heard that wail since your husband passed on.” She eyed me speculatively. “I wonder if he’s got any spunk left in him? Should have. Gave him enough cajun magic to keep and elephant hard for a week.” Molly put the tray down and swiftly pulled her shirt up and over her head, exposing her huge dark melons. She lowered her skirt and kicked it off revealing her pouting mons, the dark pussy lips engorged and glistening. She towered over us is in her black nubian glory, hands on her magnificent hips, her mountainous black tipped breasts rising and falling, her big black nipples elongating. She knelt between my legs and swiftly plunged my semi hard on into her hot pink mouth. In a split second it was stiffly rigid. She then swung her legs over me and plugged me into her rapacious cunt, sliding down until her black curly pubes meshed with mine.

“Arrghhh. You da mon. Fuck me boy, fuck me.”

I thrust up and watched has her glorious breasts swung and lifted. I reached up and palmed her dusky magnificence, pinching her erect nipples as she rode me like a savage. I could feel the satiny walls of her cunt gripping my cunt, urging it to spit its load.

Monique threw her arm around my shoulder and kissed me plunging her tongue into my mouth. 

“Sit on his face, girl. He good wit da tongue,” urged Molly.

Monique scrambled up and swung her fleshy thighs over my head leaning forward enough so that I could still enjoy the luscious breasts of the lusty woman riding me. I snaked my tongue into her dank depths, then swept it up to lick at her momentarily hidden clit, hearing her gasp and moan.

I gave a sudden lurch up and heard Molly moan. My cock was bathed in her cunt juice as she orgasmed.

“Don’t come yet, mon, I want more.” She continued to ride me and only my earlier exertions prevented me from spilling another load in her hot humid box.

“Molly, you’re a greedy bitch,” moaned Monique as she came and flooded my mouth with her tart cunt cream. Minutes later she came again, her big creamy breasts shaking and shuddering above me. 

Overcome with myriad sensations; of those beautiful breasts swaying and bouncing, Monique’s luscious cunt dancing on my tongue, Molly’s juggernauts filling one of my hands while I mauled the white one above with the other. I was in erotic heaven. Suddenly, Molly’s possessive pussy began squeezing my dick and without warning, it spurted another deposit of hot spunk right up her depths while she moaned through another orgasm. Another flush of woman juice laced my taste buds.

I laid there, absolutely fucked. They slowly got off me and Molly pulled me upright.

“You need to eat, young mon, or you waste away,” she said laughingly in her caribbean sing song accent. I was ravenous. For food. I needed to keep my strength up.



Mammary Mansion Ch. 05



We three wined and dined around the cabana table, all naked. One of the most enjoyable meals I had ever partaken of. Not only was the food first rate, dining with two thoroughly charming mid aged women in all their magnificent nudity and enjoying their naughty conversation was extremely pleasurable. One black and shining like ebony, the other creamy white. Chewing slowly, I appreciated first the huge black melons of Molly, her big black nipples seemingly permanently rigid. They sagged only slightly and swayed as she ate and talked. Monique’s sagged more onto her gently rounded stomach, her pink nipples crinkled and succulent. Pink and black, wonderful sexy colours.

“Well Monique, honey, when was the last time you had a fuck like that,” Molly demanded.

“God Molly, I really can’t remember. And if I could, I’m absolutely sure it wasn’t with a dick that big. And can he use that tongue. I’m positive it was further up me than many of the pricks I’ve had.” She smiled at me, her face glowing with affection. “Michael, you’re a lovely big cocked boy and generous as well. Are you going to stay a while with us?”

I sipped the lovely white wine and pretended to think hard about it. What was there to think about? I had been lovingly shagged by Marjorie, Monica’s grandmother, twice by Molly the giant nubian cook, by Marjorie’s daughters Margaret and Monique, all in the space of about 8 hours. The lusty sex, the plush surroundings, the sweet natures of all of them, and the intriguing Monica all combined to promote a supreme feeling of contentment. 

“Hmmm, I don’t know, really. What if I get bored? What if you get sick of me? Worse, what if I can’t get it up any more?” I pretended to be anxious, but the shit eating grin probably gave me away.

“You won’t get bored, I promise you,” said Molly, sipping her wine. “We have yachts in the Mediterranean and the Caribbean, lodges at Aspen and Gstaad, an island off Fiji and hotels in all the top shopping areas of the world. How could you possibly get bored?”

“No. I meant getting bored with constantly fucking a bunch of old broads,” and I laughed my head off. They joined in, their massive breasts swaying and jolting.

“And we won’t get sick of you, mon,” Molly giggled. “I can sure look forward to many a good meal with you, boyo. As for getting it up, I will be putting some old cajun black magic in your food. You’re gonna find it hard to get soft.”

The both shrieked at that one, and I joined in, pissing myself laughing.

After the enjoyable meal, Monique and I showered and dressed and she took my arm and led me back to the mansion. “You go and have a siesta, lad, and we’ll see you at dinner.”

Several hours later, shaved showered and refreshed, I joined the intriguing Barents in the huge kitchen. They all helped themselves to the steaming pots on the stove and sat informally around the huge table. They were down to earth people, completely unfazed by their massive wealth. I knew they were the second highest donors to worldwide charities, and I was charmed by their natural unaffected nature. Molly was with us, as was a statuesque nordic looking woman in her forties who was introduced as Sonia and was apparently the chauffeur. Monica came in just after we had started and apologising to all, got a plate and sat down with us. Bottles of wine were uncorked and passed freely around.

“I hear you’ve had quite a busy day, Michael,” said Monica, sipping a wine, her cornflower blue eyes twinkling. Everybody around the table laughed their heads off.

I laughed with them. I could do no less. I was surrounded by beautiful women, not in the model-like sense, but becoming more beautiful to me by the passing hour. Their lovely eyes, round voluptuous figures and eager fucking had endeared them to me within a ridiculously short time.

“He a fuckin’ machine, dat boy, Monica,” opined Molly, still chortling. “You gone sample da goods, girl?”

‘Er no, I have work to do,” and Monica got up from the table and left grabbing her briefcase as she went.

“Dat girl, all work and no play,” sighed Molly.

After dinner, we all sat and watched a great movie. After Marjorie, rose and said, “Come with me Michael, I have to tuck you into bed.” The others giggled as I was led firmly out the door to the lift.

“I hope you’ve still got some spunk left, Michael. I haven’t felt so horny in years,” she murmured as the lift rose the three floors to her bedroom.

I reflected that Molly might have dosed the lot of us with her cajun black magic, because I was feeling horny as well. Her bedroom was lit by a single beside light. I sat on the bed and watched as Monica’s grandmother stripped out of her dress. Her magnificent body was clothed in a silk teddy cut low at the top revealing the cleavage of her large melon-like boobs. She slid it off her shoulders slowly revealing her creamy breasts and her puckered, pink nipples. It slid slowly down her body and my prick slowly lifted into tumescence as her bushy greying pubes came into view, her pouting pussy lips heavily in evidence.

“Not bad for an old broad, eh Michael? Get ‘em off, let me see the goods, you big cocked boy.”

I shucked my clothes not taking my eyes off her gorgeous elderly body as she ran her hands up under her sagging big tits, lifting one to suck on the nipple and then repeating the dose on her other udder. Her teats rose to prominence like crinkled raspberries. She ran a finger up and down her twat and her lips peeled back. I lay back as she came and sat on my chest, her pussy gaping open as she straddled me. I felt a spattering of her dew on my chest. 

She inched forward until her gaping cunt was on my chin. “Molly tells me you eat pussy like a champion. I just love that - give me a good tonguing, make me cum on your tongue.” 

My ever thirsty tongue snaked into her hot lips like a homing rocket, penetrating a couple of inches into her incredibly hot depths. She tasted divine. I reached up and grasped her hanging mammaries, massaging the breast flesh and pulling and pinching her tightened nipples. I was in pussy heaven. I sawed my tongue in and out curling the end to drag its roughed end over the silky smooth roof of her cunt. Her juices started to flow and I withdrew and licked up and down her slit, sucking her slime down my throat. In and out, up and down, teasingly avoiding the peanut of her clitoris, then suddenly claiming it, sucking fiercely but biting gently.

“Oh gooooooooooooooddddddd!” she went off like a sky rocket, hunching her voracious pussy against my ravaging tongue, bathing my mouth and face with clear, slimy cum. She fell forward over me and I scrambled out from under her. I didn’t want her smothering me for the second time that day. Her face was in the pillow and her big broad arse was high in the air. I moved behind her and clutching my rigid cock in my hand pushed into the pulsing hairy slit and the junction of her meaty thighs. I sunk it all the way home with one vigorous push and heard her moan into the pillow. I grabbed hold of her big creamy hips and started fucking her with strong, violent strokes. It was sooooooo good. She bucked back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke. I shifted the angle and reached under her to hold her shaking tits, giving her the ride of her life. Faster and faster, until I couldn’t hold back, spurting furiously into her welcoming depths, feeling her hot canal spasming as she came again and again.

Marjorie fell forward and I went with her, my spent dick still clutched in her cunt, still pulsing out the last few drops of spunk. We lay there, breathing heavily, my face in the hollow of her neck. She turned and gave me a tender kiss. “That was absolutely glorious Michael. Let’s rest a little and then I want you to do me a favour.” She kissed me again. “I’ve never had a cock in my arse, and I want it before its too late. Will you do that for me?”

I fell over onto my back and she cuddled into me awaiting my answer. “For you, darling woman, the world. And my cock in your arse.”



Mammary Mansion Ch. 06



We rested and cuddled, my arms filled with glorious feminine pulchitrude. I caressed her marvelous breasts and occasionally ran my fingers through her curly pubes. We talked a little and the conversation got around to Monica.

“She took on the responsibility for the whole company and the family when she was only eighteen. She really is a whiz kid at business, but I worry she can’t seem to relax. You’re here, Michael, because she knew we were missing out on sex. My son kept us amused for years before he died. Margaret never married as she was happy getting what she could whenever James could spare her some time. I’m sure that all that fucking did him in earlier than it should have. He was a grand fuck, a lovely man and I miss him dearly. Strangely, the only offspring was Monica. I could have got pregnant but never did. Wierd really.”

During this, her hand was caressing my dick. Towards the end of her little reminiscences, it started to thicken. Marjorie broke free of my embrace and clambered down to kneel between my legs. She grabbed my cock and lowered her mouth to it. Sucking, licking, twirling, caressing my balls, it rose to its full length. She scrambled off the bed and went to the bathroom returning with a palm full of shower gel. She rubbed it up and down my rigid penis and then knelt on the bed at my side. 

“ Please fuck my arse now, Michael. I want to experience the forbidden. I want to know what the fuss is about.”

I got behind her and spread her knees with mine. Her crinkled anus winked at me in the subdued light. I ran a forefinger up my shaft gathering some of the gel and pushed it slowly into her arse as far as it would go. I pushed it in and out and then added a second finger until it gaped open. She sighed and moaned. Gently, I pressed my plum-like cock head against her starred orifice and began to push gently. Her sphincter put up some resistance but I pressed on until with a giving plop sound, the helmet was in. I pushed on for some inches, withdrew, then pushed more inches into her, repeating the action until I was fully imbedded in her hot pulsing depths. She moaned into the pillow. “Yesssss! Michael, yesssssssss! Soooo good. Now fuck me.”

Starting with a gently rhythm, I slowly built the pace, clasping her meaty hips as I sawed in and out, her rectal walls gripping in a sensual embrace. As I raised the pace, I reached under her using one hand on her clitoris and one on her huge breasts, pinching her nipples as hard as I could. Marjorie orgasmed and clenched her buttock muscles, almost severing my dick at the base.

“It’s wonderful, Michael, keep going you stud, you,” she moaned.

The sensations I was feeling were wonderful as well. I controlled myself, determined to give this old girl the experience of her life. I pulled out and flipped her over on her back, lasciviously eyeing her magnificent mammaries as the rolled and swayed over her chest. I hoisted her legs up over my shoulders, dipped my cock to the depths of her cunt and then positioned it to her upraised anal entrance. I drove it in and she moaned with delight. So did I. The feeling was again exquisitely erotic and added to as I groped her huge roiling breasts, while commencing the sawing in and out motion.

“Gorgeous, darling. Fuck me ‘til I faint.”

I obliged fucking in and out of her tightly clasping anal sheathe in steadily increasing rapidity until she milked my sperm in great gouts into her turgid bowels. She screeched with joy as the hot spunk flooded her insides. Her large thighs fell from my shoulders and hugged my waist, the deep tan of my torso contrasting with the creamy white of her thighs. She threw her arms around my neck and crooned into my ear. “That was marvellous, Mikey. Just the best. I bet you didn’t know what a raunchy old tart I was, did you?”

“No. Marjorie, I have to say, you are one marvellous fuck. I have to admit, you turn me on more than any of the models I’ve fucked, and I’ve fucked half of them. I can’t explain exactly why. I just know I enjoy it more with you and your daughters. Might be that cajun black magic Molly’s been slipping me.”

She continued to hug me as my cock slowly deflated and slipped from her arse. She kissed me lovingly. “Michael, you’re a lovely boy. It could be you really like older and more bountiful women. I don’t care, I’m having the time of my life.” She rolled onto her side and took me with her, pressing my head to her mountainous tits. I popped a raspberry sized nipple in and sucked hard. She sighed.

“Sleep, Michael, sleep.”

Like a baby I went out like a light, virtually smothered as I had been that morning, so long ago.

I awoke alone next morning, the sunlight streaming into Marjorie’s room. There was no sign of her. I grabbed my clothes and went to my room and showered. Dressed in shorts and t-shirt, I went down to the kitchen to see what Molly had for breakfast. Molly wasn’t there. But there was a young woman, with lustrous black hair down to her shoulders. She stood from the table and I had time to take in a stocky figure concealed by a white silk blouse with a ruffled front and a knee length skirt. Her round face burst into a brilliant smile showing wonderful teeth. Her dark eyes lit up as she looked me up and down.

“Hey, you Michael,” she said in an Italian accent. “Me Maria. I chef at Barents International at Lake Como in Switzerland. I have bambino five weeks ago. I help Molly in the kitchen.”

She turned to go to the oven, but I stopped her. “Where is Molly?” I asked.

“Oh, she go shopping wid the old ladies. Not back for hours.” She went to the oven and came back with what turned out to be beautifully cooked eggs benedict with a side order of beluga caviar and mocha coffee. She sat next to me and regarded me with her dark beautiful eyes.

“Do you have a husband or boyfriend, Maria?” I enquired, sipping my coffee.

“No. I get pregnant when head chef Bruno give me figgy fig one night after he trick me into having strong drink. He married and his wife a big nasty woman. Monica sent me to hotel in Paris for five months then brought me here to have baby. I go back to Paris in two weeks with Roberto, my bambino. He lovely. He look like my father, not ugly old Bruno.”

She looked at me solemnly. “You very handsome man. I would like you to be father of my child.”

I noticed that the bulge in her silk blouse in front of left breast had become opaque with moisture showing a large dark shadow. She was leaking breast milk. My dick stiffened. “You’re leaking, Maria,” I said, licking my lips and staring as more of her large, dark areolae was revealed.

She stood in front of me and being quite short, her breasts were the same height as my head. “Roberto not take enough milk. You help, yes?” She undid the buttons down the front of her blouse, revealing vast expanses of olive skinned breast. She flipped the left one out. The almost black areolae was at least 4 inches across and in the centre was an angry looking nipple, the size of strawberry, with a large tear drop of milky white fluid.

I gathered as much breast as I could in my hands and fastened my mouth to her teat and began to suck. Her head arched back and she moaned as a squirt of mother milk bathed my tongue. I swallowed and continued to suck, being rewarded with a flood that I gulped down hungrily. It was delicious. I slid a hand into the other side of her blouse and groped her massive right breast. Rubbing my thumb across the nipple, I felt moisture and rolled it round and round. Eventually, the left breast stopped spurting and I moved to the right. I slid a hand up between her thighs and found a sopping wet pair of panties. She spread her legs as I slipped a finger inside straight up a gaping slimy cunt. She moaned and clutched my head to her breast as I worked my finger in and out of her cunny, her breast milk bathing my tongue in pulses. 

Maria pulled my head off her breast and bent down to plant a passionate kiss on my milk smeared lips, thrusting her tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. Her sexy lips were a major turn on. I rose and laid her on the table, scattering the dishes, still kissing her. I stood up and inched her tight skirt up to her hips. She had on black panties that were saturated. I pulled them down her stocky thighs and threw them over my shoulder. I pushed her knees up so that her feet were flat on the table. I gently pushed her thighs apart and gloried in the sight revealed.

Her cunt was covered with abundant hair that trailed on up toward her belly button. It was without doubt, the hairiest I had ever seen. Pushing through the forest was a pair of fat lips that were bedewed by cuntal juice. I fell to my knees to worship at the bounty. I licked up and down then sucked the hood at the top. A mini penis bulged out and I sucked it as hard as I had sucked her nipples. My hands were busy. First opening the rest of her blouse buttons and pushing it off her shoulders, then reaching down to push my shorts off my hips. Her hands came up and ripped my tshirt off over my head. I went back to licking and sucking her cunt, groping and mauling her magnificent breasts. I couldn’t wait any longer. Maria was panting like a dog on heat and I knew what she wanted. 

I stood and placed my cockhead at her portal. She looked up at me with lust crazed eyes. “Figgy fig, now, figgy fig.” I skewered her long and deep, leaving it there pushing against a ripe cervix bathed in liquid heat. My turn to groan - it was bliss. A juicy but tight cunt gripping my dick and pulsing along its length. I opened my eyes and surveyed the lush form in front of me. Two huge breasts pointed up to the ceiling both big black nipples graced with beads of mothers milk. Her smooth olive tummy was marred by stretch marks that I didn’t find offensive - rather sexy in fact. I gripped the top of her stocky thighs and started fucking her.

At almost the first stroke, she came, violently, clutching her tits and causing them to spurt milk high into the air to fall on my shoulders. I kept pounding into her, and she kept cumming and spurting, spurting and cumming, rolling her head from side to side and giving out whimpers. Every time she came, her pussy clenched onto my dick and pulsed strongly causing a rippling effect that had me on the verge of cumming several times. I held back, intent on the spectacle of a female Mount Vesuvious in front of me. It was a sight to behold.

“Give me baby, Michael, give meeeeeeeee!” she screamed, wrapping her strong legs about my arse, her cunt clasping me tightly like a bitch on heat. I couldn’t hold back. I spurted baby making seed far up her womb. She came strongly as she felt the boiling hot spunk lodge against her receptive cervix. She hgged me close, kissing me, her orgasmic spasms continuing but lessening as my baby maker slowly deflated.

“You wonderful, Michael. You best figgy fig I ever had,” she murmured against my neck. “I hope you give me beautiful bambino, a girl with your eyes would be primo.”

She was primo and I sincerely hoped I’d get a chance to throw another fuck her way. I got up and she straightened up pulling her blouse together and hopping off the table. “I go and change. There is letter from Monica on sideboard for you. Thank you again, Michael. You good. Me great!” 

She sashayed out the door as I pulled a letter out of an envelope. It was from Monica, the first part telling me that a door off my bedroom contained an office with all the latest computing gear and would I mind being there at 10am so that she could talk to me. It was about five to ten. I bolted for the stairs. For some reason, I didn’t want to upset her.



Mammary Mansion Ch. 07



I settled in the chair in front of the terminal and logged on. Within minutes, and right on the appointed time, the screen flickered and there was Monica, smiling gently, her marvellous blue eyes twinkling. “Morning Michael. Hope I didn’t disturb you. I see you drank your milk like a good boy.” She laughed showing her beautiful teeth as I wiped the remains of Maria’s breast milk from around my mouth. “Maria’s a good chef, then. Look after you did she?”

“Erm, yeah. Great eggs benedict.”

She smiled again. “Riiiiight! So, after a couple of days, what’s the verdict Michael? Stay or go?” For some reason, I got the impression that the answer was important to her even though she tried to look serene. I gave the situation some thought. Did I really want to stay in a luxurious mansion, surrounded by women whose main attributes seemed to be enormous tits and an endless need for fucking? Did I really need to be waited on hand and foot, fed with fabulous food, and fucked silly every day and night? Did I? Fucking hell, I did. As I gazed at her, giving her some sombre seconds before replying, I realised that I also wanted to get to know her better. She intrigued me. Was losing my independence worth it?

“Stay.” No explanations, no chattering. A straight forward answer.

Monica smiled broadly. “I hoped you would say that. Now to business.” She put on her business look. “I have need of your services,” she said and I detected a hint of blush on her lovely cheeks, “your financial investigation services, that is. There’s a company buying shares in one of our major subsidiaries. I think I know who it is but I’m not sure. The buying is well disguised and our in house experts can’t find any pattern. I can see it because I’ve seen it before. We nearly lost one of our tourist resort chains a while back but saved it when we hired you and you discovered enough for us to pull up the drawbridge. I’m happy to pay whatever you want to do the work.”

“Hell, Monica, consider it a freebie. Least I could do.” I smiled. So did she.

“I know you will need some stuff from your old digs so I’ve arranged for Sonia to take you and collect whatever you need. She’ll have the Rolls outside in twenty minutes.” She had been confident that I would agree to stay, cunning bitch. “See you tonight, Michael,” said Monica smiling. The screen went blank. Time for a quick shower and off.

*************

Sonia manoeuvred the huge Rolls Royce through the mid morning traffic with ease of an expert. She wore a grey suit, grey peaked chauffeur’s hat, her blonde in a tight french roll and aviator glasses. We arrived at the digs in the fairly respectable down town and I went in to my downstairs flat and collected what I needed in the way of cd’s. 

The landlady lived on the fourth floor and owned the building. She was a nice old stick whom I’d not really paid attention too before. I went upstairs to tell her I would be away a while and to pay some rent. She peered around the door after I knocked, looking up at me from her sub five foot height. Amy Ervine was mid to late sixties with a smooth rounded face, gray eyes behind round specs. 

“Oh Michael, there you are,” she exclaimed smiling broadly. “I didn’t know where you had got to and was becoming a little concerned. A couple of your floozies came round but I shooed them off.” She grinned at that and so did I. She knew what I got up to and who I got up. She missed nothing being very bright for her age. As I grinned down at her, I noticed that she had her arms folded under quite an impressive chest. The stance caused the upper slopes of her more than ample boobs to be pushed up from the top of her square cut dress, wrinkling rather delightfully not far from her double chin. 

Amy saw me looking. “Michael, you’re a dirty boy. Come on in and have a cup of coffee and tell me what you’ve been up to. I’ve missed our morning teas, and your tales of conquest.” We had been in the habit of taking morning tea together in her cosy sun filled kitchen, and over time she had pressed me for more and more lurid tales of my erotic interludes, urging me on with wide eyed gasps as she heard the salacious details. I had looked on her like a doting grandmother and she had reciprocated by doing my laundry and cleaning my flat, a service none of the other tenants received.

As she busied herself making the coffee, I noticed for the first time that she had quite a curvy figure on her. She was round top and bottom but those areas were bisected by a nipped in waist. The sight of her large round arse moving about in her dress started my cock twitching. It had become educated over the last few days and now appreciated the sexiness of an older figure, something that had never crossed my mind after years of a diet of endless stick figures. My eyes travelled down, noting the dress tight against meaty thighs, then to the dimples on the back of her knees, down to her daintly ankles. Amy set the cups down and a plate of biscuits, and sat, folding her arms again under her bosom, she leant forward. 

“Tell all Michael,” she said looking at me intently.

So I told her and watched as her eyes widened. She gasped a few times, her hand covering her mouth. Mostly she shook her head, astounded by what she heard. When she looked away from time to time, my eyes were drawn to the deep line of her cleavage, and she caught me looking a couple of times. After I finished telling her about Maria and our table ender this morning, Amy sighed and muttered something like “lucky bitch” under her breath. She got up to make another cup but leant on the counter and I saw her shoulders shaking, her head down.

“What are you laughing about,Amy?” I asked. I heard a snuffle and realised that she wasn’t laughing. I got up and put my arm around her shoulders and raised her chin with my finger just in time to see a fat tear roll down her cheek. “What’s the matter, honey?” I whispered, wiping it away.

She sunk into my arms and continued to snuffle against my chest. “I don’t know,” she sobbed. She looked up at me with swimming eyes. “I guess I’m upset because you’re leaving and I’ll never get what they got.”

I tightened my arms around her. “Firstly, I’m not leaving permanently. Secondly, I’ve had a horn on for you since you opened the door. What do you think that is pressing against your tummy?”

Amy leaned back and rubbed her tummy around and over my unruly tumescent cock.

“Oh Michael, please say you’re not having me on.”

“Well.....I rather think you’ll be having me on, and it had better be soon if you keep that up.”

Turning, she dragged me to her bedroom. She started ripping her dress off and almost snarled at me. “Get your duds off, Michael; let me see you. You’ve always been my gorgeous guy.”

I shucked.

She ducked.

And sucked.

“Bloody things,” she muttered and pulled her false teeth out. What an experience as she sucked like a vacuum cleaner, the feel of her gums sliding over my cock was unreal. Within seconds I exploded into her mouth. Her action of swallowing and gulping my spume made my pulsing cock tingle in erotic agony causing my knees to buckle.

“Christ! That was fantastic, Amy, darling. Your husband must have been a bloody lucky bastard.” Her tongue scampered to flick all of the drool from my dong.

“ He loved it, and so did I. You were very tasty, tangy. Almost like caviar.” I had told her what I had for breakfast. My dick was still hardish.

I raised her up and she slipped her teeth back in as I cuddled her, feelling her large sagging tits against my rib cage as I gently pushed her back onto the bed. I raised her knees and sank to mine. “Now for you darling. I just love to eat before I fuck.”

“Oh goody,” she panted, and let her knees fall sideways, giving me a good look at her hairy gray gash. It parted like the Red Sea revealing burgeoning pussy lips that were moistened by her patent excitement. 

I leaned forward and licked up the length of it, like a big ice cream. She mewled and shuddered. I bent to my extremely enjoyable task, occasionally thrusting my rigid tongue into her steamy depths. Suddenly her clit popped from its hood and I pounced on it like a rabid dog, sucking an flicking. Without warning, her soft meaty thighs thumped against my ears as she came, clutching my head as she wailed, “oooooohhhhhhhh ggaaawwwwwd, oooooohhhhhhhh ggaaawwwwwd” over and over. I kept licking, sucking and poking until I felt her shudder again. I stood and put her fat dimpled knees over my shoulder. Gathering her big soft udders, I gazed with rapt appreciation at their blue vein striated creaminess surmounted by crinkled brown hazel nut nipples, and rammed by big cock straight up her juicy cunt. She went off again “oooooohhhhhhhh ggaaawwwwwd, fuck me Michael, it’s gorgeous, oh, Oooooh,” as I rammed into her, bottoming out on every stroke.

It was a glorious fuck. More than once, I wished I had been doing this for the last two years. She shunted her hips up and down with me as I leant forward and chewed on her fat nipples. It was too good to last. She shuddered and wailed again, her aged pussy clamping on my turgid dick that responded by firing bullets of sperm into her boiling depths. I fell onto her cushiony body, absolutely fucked. Amy murmured against my ear. “So good, so good, my lovely boy”.

After a rest, she got me up again by titfucking me and knobbing me with her gummy mouth. And then climbed aboard, riding me, her big soft tits rolling and swaying. As she sped up she leaned forward, swatting me with them as I attempted to catch her delightful nipples with my mouth. We came again, she for the fourth time since climbing into the saddle.

The Rolls was waiting outside as I bent down and gently kissed my landlady, her arms about me. “Come back, soon, Michael. I haven’t got so long to live, to enjoy what we did.”

“I’ll be back. That’s a promise.” 

I gathered my bags and went down the stairs and into the back seat with Sonia holding the door. As I passed her, Sonia gave a half smile and said, “enjoyable morning, eh stud?” and pinched my arse!! I looked at her but could see nothing behind the aviator glasses. I fell onto the capacious back seat, and promptly fell asleep.

************

I awoke when the big purring engine stopped. I sat up and looked around. We were in the middle of the pine forest and it was late afternoon. Sonia wasn’t behind the wheel. She had doffed the glasses and opened one of the rear doors. She reached up and unpinned her hair and shook it out. It was that glorious blonde that only Scandanavians have and it rippled and flowed around her face. Her eyes were an icy blue. She started to undo the buttons of her jacket and for the first time, I saw that she had nothing on underneath. One by one, she slipped the buttons out of their holes, her eyes fixed on me. After the last one, she slowly pulled the lapels apart, exposing her breasts. 

I stifled a groan and I’m sure my eyes popped out my head. They were very large and extremely firm, conical and tipped with pale nipples on top of velvety areolae. They pointed out and up. I’m positive my tongue fell out of my head.

“Everybody else is getting it. Now is my turn.” She shrugged out of the jacket causing her magnificent tits to jiggle slightly, and thrust her thumbs into the top of her uniform trousers. 



Mammary Mansion Ch. 08



Bloody hell, here I was, miles from anywhere with the Barent’s Scandanavian chauffeur (chauffeuse?) Sonia, peeling just about the most delectable body I’d ever seen out of her suit with the full intent of doing dreadfully nice things to my body.

I attempted a half hearted protest. “Er Sonia, are you sure we should be doing this? Somebody might see.”

She shimmied the trousers down her long gorgeous legs, slipping her black lace panties with them. She had a gorgeous tan but was modest in getting it as she had tan lines top and bottom. All that did was accentuate her Playboy centrefold model of the year figure even more. Her pubes were silky blonde and trimmed and did not hide the large rolled in lips of her bulging pussy.

“Get naked Michael, we haven’t got all day.” She hauled the last of her clothes off and flung them over the open door. Mesmerised by the barely swaying tits, I pulled my tshirt off and pushed my jeans down.  My cock was at half mast but rapidly filling with red hot engorging blood.

Sonia knelt on the seat and grabbing my head, kissed me voraciously, pushing her tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. My hands went like lightning to her fabulous tits. They were hard and silky, the teats erecting rapidly as I tortured them with my thumbs. 

“D’you give the old girl a good banging, Michael?” she panted, grabbing hold of my one eyed monster. “Any left for me? We suck later, we fuck now.” She flung a knee over my thighs and holding my dick in one hand, she parted her pussy lips with two fingers of her other hand, rubbed my cockhead up and down a couple of times and slotted me home. My hands were still making the most of her tits and this, combined with the enormous heat generated by her hot, tight cunt had beads of sweat popping from my forehead. Down a couple of inches, up and nearly out, down a few more, up and then down until my cock head fetched up against her cervix.

“Yeerrssssssss,” she hissed, and leant back, keeping still and letting the throbbing of my iron hard cock gently raise her temperature higher. Her eyes were closed and she was clutching my shoulders, moaning and hissing. Then she slowly rose up and slowly sat down, the tip of her pink tongue parting her luscious lips. She gazed into my eyes almost without expression.

“You will not come. You will not come! I will come many times and then you will come.” She shuddered and I felt the walls of her vagina secrete love juice all over my boiling cock, dripping down onto my turgid balls. “I come already. Your cock so nice in me. I come again.” She did, moaning.

I tried to match my pinching of her nipples to deepen her orgasms as she slowly posted up and down on my dick. It was clear she was determined to thoroughly enjoy herself. I was. My hands were on her large conical tits, massaging, caressing, biting, licking and making and all round pig of myself. Occasionally, we engaged in a tongue duel, and sometimes, my hands grabbed her firm shapely buttocks, massaging and appreciating their gorgeous shape, rubbing or scratching the star shaped anus. This made her gasp and she came again. 

She started to speed up. “I come big time now. You come too.” Faster and faster, her clinging pussy walls milking my throbbing cock. If I hadn’t emptied my nuts earlier in the day, I would have spunked when she first grabbed my cock. I offered up prayers to the god of youth, and to Molly’s special cajun magic, and to Marjorie and to Maria and to Amy, that I was able to last as this goddess rode me to the magic ring. Unbelievably, I fountained into her and that brought on a massive orgasm in Sonia. She squealed out loud and pulled my head against her big firm breasts as her body shook and shook again, her cunt rippling with huge contractions that milked essence from my body.

She fell against me, sobbing and panting. “Oh, you very good Michael. Lovely cock. Just right for me. I clean you up. We must go.” A woman of few words, Sonia. She rose up slipped to her knees on the floor and licked our combined juices from my now flaccid cock and balls until they were cumless. She dressed and we drove back to the mansion. Once there, it was meal time where it was clear that everybody had had a tiring day. I didn’t see Monica, and was strangely disappointed. I told everybody that I had work to do for the firm and wanted to retire early to get a good start next morning. I had no visitors that night, thank goodness.

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Next morning, I breakfasted alone from a range of food on the sideboard. No Molly, no Maria. Obviously Monica had left instructions for me to be left alone to get on with my work. I retired to the computer, downloaded the programs from the discs and got to it. Sent some e-mails, searched a few data bases, hooked into the trap door I had left at Pointer Holdings and struck gold after five solid hours. The Pointer brothers were at it again. I got the details of their stock purchases and who had been dealing for them. They also appeared to be under capitalized and were clearly looking to get into a cash cow like the Barents Resorts, milk and get out. They were exposed.

I buzzed Monica and she was in her office. “Morning sleepyhead,” she said. “I looked in on you this morning and you were dead to the world. What have you got?”

Wishing I had been awake, I told her what I had found. “Now is the time to sort these buggers out once and for all,” I said. “They have left themselves vulnerable for a hostile takeover of their own holdings, and if you could spare a miserable $150 million, you’d get them. What they have is mostly owned by banks, including yours but worth more than what’s showing. What do you reckon?”

“I know about their position,” said Monica, “and I have been looking for an opportunity. We’ll go with it. Thanks Michael. Enjoy the rest of the day and I’ll see you tonight and bring you up to date.” She smiled at him and signed off.

I stretched, switched off and went looking for food. The big kitchen was empty. On the table was a plate of delicious looking sandwiches and a glass of what looked like champagne. Propped up on the glass was a note which read; “Come and join us in the spa after you’ve eaten”. Molly had signed it. I ate and drank and sipping the last of the champagne, made my way to the indoor pool that I had seen the previous day. At one end was a spa that was about the size of most backyard swimming pools.

In it were Marjorie, Margaret, Monique and Molly - all naked, all holding a glass of champagne. On the edge were a number of empty bottles of Moet et Chandon plus a couple of full ones.

“At long last, Michael,” said the Monica’s grandmother. “We’d almost given up on you. And we’re probably too pissed now to enjoy what we had originally planned. Now, get your clothes off and get in here.”

I stripped, very slowly, very teasing. “Oooh, he is gorgeous, Mother, isn’t he?” squealed Monique. “Just look how his tan compliments that fabulous physique. I’m juicing up already and he hasn’t even got his pants off yet. Get ‘em off Michael, you tease.”

I slowly slid them down and stepped out of them. Looking at the four voluptuous older women, their melon-like breasts, three pair white, one pair dark brown seeming to float on the bubbling surface of the spa, had my cock starting to thicken. All were gazing raptly at it.

“Gawd, I want to eat that gorgeous cock.” Margaret’s words were a bit slurred. All of their eyes were glazed to some extent. I walked down the steps, my half erect meaty cocking swaying with each step. The water was warm and soon covered my genitals.

“Any champagne left,” I asked. Molly reached behind her, grabbed a bottle and topped up my glass, spilling a little into the spa.

“Whoops,” she said and giggled. 

I took a sip and stood in the middle of the spa, surrounded by three pink and one dark brown fleshy bodies.  Their hands reached out and at least two grabbed my cock while one hand cradled by hanging balls. A hand behind me ran a suggestive finger up the crack of my arse.

“What do you want to do, Michael?” asked Gradma.

“I want to tit fuck the lot of you. And I’ll start with you. Why don’t you get it hard for me.” I moved between her legs and hunched my hips forward, offering my semi hard dick to her. She reached for it and licked the underside from the balls to the glans, then swirled her tongue around the helmet, before sucking the head. I stiffened instantly. She sucked some more taking it deep into her throat. In and out it went as she bobbed her head. I could see her flushed cheeks bulging.

I had hold of my glass in one hand and my other hand resting on my hip. One of the others had stood behind me as I could feel tits on my back and pubic hair against my bum cheeks. One white arm was around me and the hand was cradling my balls.

“Let’s have those tits, woman,” I growled. Marjorie stopped sucking and pulled my cock against her chest. She grabbed her big breasts and wrapped them round my rigid prong, and began to slowly move them up and down, lubricated by sweat from the hot water. Every opportunity, she gave the helmet a suck. It was very nice indeed.

Abruptly I pulled back, freeing my cock from her bountiful breasts. Next in line was Monique. I stepped between her legs and she immediately leaned forward and surrounded my dick with her big soft pillows. The blue vein tracery was very obvious, the nipples hugely erect. She too gave my warrior a suck as it emerged from the crevice of her magnificent mammaries.

I moved to the next body. It was Margaret. All the time, the bountiful body of Molly was pressed to my back, one hand cradling my balls the other holding her glass. I could hear her slurping her champagne. Clearly, she was nicely pissed. Margaret welcomed me between her thighs and offered up her melons. I slid home. Her tits were a little firmer than the other two and I enjoyed the difference. She licked the pre-cum oozing from my pee slit and pasted it around the underside of the helmet. 

After a minute, I stepped back and peeled Molly off my back. “Now you, you bloody witch,” I growled. She flopped back on the underwater seat, her humongous breasts quivering and swaying covered with a sheen of sweat from my back. Her big dark nipples were hugely erect, her areolae tightly crinkled.

She pulled them apart. “Come on, my big mon, put that monster in here.” I stepped between her meaty thighs and nearly melted as my dick was surrounded by hot, sweaty tit flesh. She hunched her big dark breast up and down and licked the purple helmet at every opportunity.

I managed two more circuits until I could stand it no more. “Sit close together girls. I’m going to give you all a sperm bath.” Nearest was Margaret. I lined myself up so that I could see eight massive tits in a row and wanked my cock furiously. Margaret gave my balls a squeeze while all eyes were focused on my dick. Suddenly it erupted and spurted far enough to land on the farthest tit, Molly’s as it happened. I saw the first pearly white drops land on her mahogany breast. I kept spurting in slowly diminishing arcs until I puddled what was left on Margaret’s near side tit. Molly held her tits up and licked what she could off, scooping the rest with a finger and sucking. They all followed suit. Bloody marvellous stuff.

“Well, that’s afternoon tea taken care off,” slurred Molly. 



Mammary Mansion Ch. 09



Yeah - I know - not my usual but for those following the story, long awaited. Thank you for your patience.

Part 9

After the marathon tit wank, the women, mostly pissed fell out of the spa, grabbed robes and staggered off. I relaxed into the spa and finished off two half empty bottles of bubbly, then I too lurched upstairs to sleep it off.

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I awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing next to the bed.

It was Monica. “Caught you. Not busy are you?”

“No. Just me.”

“Good. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight? We have something to celebrate.”

“Yes, I would, very much.”

“Great. Sonia will pick you up in half an hour. Wear one of the suits in the closet. See you soon, Michael.”

She rang off and twenty minutes later, I admired myself in the mirror. I rarely got dressed up but even I was impressed with what I saw. The phone rang and Sonia told me to meet me at the helipad.

I went downstairs and all of Monica’s relatives were standing near the door with Molly looking like proud parents. Molly wolf whistled. “Ain’t he gorgeous. Monica is a lucky girl to have such a handsome date. Be good to dat girl Michael,” she said wagging her finger at me. I bussed each of them on the cheek as I went past. “Smells yummy too,” said Molly, giving me a pinch on the arse.

I joined Sonia at the helipad, not the slightest bit surprised that she was the pilot. She was capable of anything.  Within minutes we were up and away into the gathering gloom and soon over the lights of the city. We landed atop the Barents Regency, one of the grand hotels. “Take the lift to the penthouse,” said Sonia. Woman of few words, Sonia.

A liveried butler opened the door. The penthouse was luxurious with huge windows looking down on the city, sparkling like pirate’s treasure. Monica was near one of the windows looking like a jewel herself, sparkling in a long blue off the shoulder gown with a deep decolletage. Nestled in the deep cleft of her creamy breasts was a large blue sapphire hanging from a diamond encrusted necklace. She looked a billion dollars and probably was. She took my breath away. She wasn’t slim or svelte but she had curves in all the right places and they were on show in the closely clinging gown.

Monica’s eyes widened when she saw me and slowly looked me up and down. She smiled as I moved closer and saw that her dress and jewellery had served to heighten the blue of her eyes which were shining at me.

“Monica, you look gorgeous,” I breathed admiringly, and very sincerely.

“So do you, Michael.” She slid her arm through mine and led me out on to a terrace to a small table set for two.  I sat her down and took the chair opposite. The butler unobtrusively poured some excellent Australian Chardonnay. We clinked glasses and sipped, eyes riveted to each other.

I felt absolutely mushy. I was besotted with her, and, it was clear, she with me.

“To us,” I said, solemnly.

“To us,” she replied and smiled sweetly.

“What are we celebrating?”

“I got the Pointer brothers by their balls and strung them up, thanks to you.”

“I’m glad. But really, it wasn’t too difficult. They just left tracks anybody could find,” I said modestly. Her experts had been unable to find the tracks, after all.

“As part of the takeover, I’d like to give you $10 million dollars for your work.” She looked at me earnestly.

“Monica, I’m affronted!” I glared at her. “I don’t want the money. It has no real importance in my life. I actually did it for you. And your family. They have been fantastic. I’ve had the most enjoyable week of my life.” I contemplated her and met her serious and slightly confused eyes. “But tonight promises to be the best of the lot.”

She blushed and her eyes took on that shiny look again. “OK Michael. I’m sorry. I wanted to know whether you as uninterested in money as my original research revealed. I won’t do that again, I promise.” She reached across and took my hand. “Let’s enjoy the evening and forget everything else.”

The butler arrived with the entree and soon opened a lovely red wine to go with the main course. While we ate, we talked. I used every technique I knew to get her to talk about herself. It seemed that she had taken over the reins from her grandfather, not her father, who apparently had no head for business. She had graduated top of her class at Harvard but had no opportunity to study further due to the grandfather’s demise. As I had suspected, she had worked all hours, had not socialised much and was very, very lonely.

“I believe Grandmother Marjorie told you that we female Barents were uninterested in marriage?”

I nodded.

“Well, I do want to marry, and have children.” Monica flashed a searching glance at me to gauge my reaction. I stayed poker faced. “I have only met one man who has attracted me. The problem is that I’m not beautiful or built like a model. I’ll probably end up with the same sort of figure that Mum and Grandma have.”

“Then that would be magnificent,” I said with a smile. I was rewarded with a lovely smile.

“I’m being forward here, Michael. I want you to marry me, and give me lots of children. I don’t mind if you want to screw model types, I’ll even employ a few for you.”

“There you go again, Monica. Once again you’ve upset me,” I said sternly, shaking my head. “Screwing skin and bones would be the pits, after the diet I’ve been on.” I decided to tease her some more. “What about the lovely ladies at the mansion? Would I be able to have them from time to time? Would that upset you? Well? I don’t think I could resist if they put the hard word on me.”

“Oh Michael, I would be so grateful and so would they. I’m not possessive by nature.” She frowned and grabbed my hand. “Does that mean you will?”

I pretended to think long and hard, took a couple of sips of wine, and finally said, “I will marry you. But don’t go throwing money at me, I don’t bloody like it.”

“Anything Michael, anything.”

“Good. Let’s dance.” There was no music but I waltzed her around the terrace with the stars glittering above reflecting in her eyes as she gazed up at me. Christ, she was gorgeous.

“Dance me to your bedroom,” I whispered. Within minutes, I was in a dimly lit and lushly furnished boudoir. We stopped by the bed and I slowly bent down and kissed her gently, then steadily deepened the kiss as it was returned in kind. She was no expert. I ran my hands over the firm curves of her body glorying in the narrow waist and lush hips. I raised my hands and gently tugged her arms from around my shoulders then slowly slipped her dress down to her waist.  

What breasts! They were creamy white, with the blue tracery of her mother and grandmother. They stood out from her torso without the slightest hint of sag. Her nipples were large and proud with in-pointing centres. The areolae were about two inches in diameter and crinkled and magnets to my mouth. I reverently licked around her nipples, one after the other, feeling the ruched surfaces rise even further. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, swirled my tongue and laved it, and felt it burgeon further. Suddenly the inner section popped out and I sucked some more. I quickly switched to the right and repeated the dose. I leaned back and admired them. While mother, aunt, grandma and Molly had wonderful breasts, Monica’s were absolutely breathtaking. 

I reached forward and pushed the dress down over her shapely hips to reveal a lacy pair of midnight blue panties. She reached forward, undid my tie and pushed my jacket off my shoulders. We had both started panting. 

I was down to my underwear and she was still wearing her panties. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “Michael, I’m a virgin.”

“That’s nice,” I murmured and kissed her deeply, pulling her against my steely bulge.

“I want to do everything,” she whispered, and pulled my underwear down allowing my rigid cock to slap against my washboard stomach. She fell to her knees and grabbed it gently. “Oh Michael, it’s perfect. It’s more beautiful than I imagined. I’m going to kiss and lick it. Don’t try to stop me.”

Yeah, right! 

Clearly she had no experience, but she quickly learned by my sighs and moans what pleased me, and just about all of it did. She was a natural. Her eyes looked up at from under the cloud of her beautiful blonde hair. When she pulled it down and started sucking on it, swirling her tongue around the helmet, I could have shot my load there and then. I restrained myself and raised her to her feet, kissing her deeply, tasting the slightly salty residue of my precum on her luscious lips.

“My turn,” I said sitting her on the bed and kneeling at her pretty feet. Gently I eased her panties down her firm meaty thighs and over her dimpled knees. I pulled them off and flung them over my shoulder. I pulled her knees apart and pushed her gently onto her back. I raised her knees and gasped at the beauty before me. Covered with silky blonde hair, her pudenda bulged and gaped just a little, enough for me to see the shiny inner pink of her labia majoria. I pushed them apart with my thumbs and was rewarded with the view of her perfectly symmetrical inner and outer lips rising to a pronounced hood that covered at least a quarter of her wonderful slit. “What an absolutely gorgeous pussy you have, my darling. It is perfect.” I put out my tongue and licked her slowly from bottom to top, again and again. She moaned, one arm over her eyes. I glanced up but couldn’t see her face through the mounds of her huge breasts. I reached up and gathered her breasts, seeking her rigid nipples, while continuing to lick her gathering juices. She tasted exotic, like fine wine. The bulge beneath her clitoral hood was getting larger. I sucked the bulge and felt the sudden swell of her pearly clit as it burst from beneath. I swirled and sucked, swirled and sucked, then pushed my tongue into her cunt as far as I could. She shuddered and wailed as a gush of joy juice inundated my mouth. I slurped as hard and fast as I could to get it all.

“Make love to me Michael, now please,” Monica panted, pulling at my shoulders to bring me up between her raised knees.

“I’ll make love to you. And I’ll fuck you ‘til there’s only dust coming out of me.” So saying, my cockhead found its target like a homing missile and gently slipped into her inundated love channel. Within inches, I met resistance.

She looked at me with shining love in her eyes. “Do me darling Michael, nooooooooooowwwwww,” she shrieked as she gripped me with her ankles and pulled me into her. Her hymen broke and my cock drove into her clinging depths to shudder against her cervix. I kept still and waited for the pain to go, for her cunt to get used to my steely rod. 

I saw the pain pass and began to fuck her gently at first and then with rising speed. Rigidly, I controlled the uncontrollable waiting for the sign. There it was! And it didn’t take long. The flush across the upper chest, the eyes rolling heavenward, her thighs gripping my waist, her nipples burgeoning and the wail of ecstasy of her first cock induced orgasm. My baby maker spurted hugely, inundating her womb with fighting spermatozoa while I groaned in erotic ecstasy, both physically and from my soul. She was mine and I was hers, joined in earthly lust, forever and ever.  Amen.

**********

Nine months to the day, a little blonde blue eyed cherub was born. We named her Melanie and she had to fight me for her mother’s milk. Greedy little bitch didn’t leave me much but I enjoyed what I got.

THE END