Jessica’s Train to Cum Soaked Heaven
Last night, after the PTA meeting, I found myself catching the hockey dad train, much to my surprise and delight. As a busy mom of two nursing sons, I’m no stranger to exposing my breasts for feedings. But little did I know, my V-neck shirt would become the perfect catalyst for a night of wild, taboo pleasure.
The six Hockey dads at last night’s practice extended an invitation for drinks, seemingly out of kindness. But when I agreed, a flicker of excitement sparked within me. As we sipped our cocktails, their eyes couldn’t help but wander to the subtle flashes of my dark rose nipple peeking through the soaked fabric. It was then that the urge to blur the lines became too strong to resist.
“Ladies first, right?” I joked, attempting to break the ice. The room fell silent, their faces a mix of surprise and curiosity. I decided to lean in, my voice a Soft whisper. “How would the six of you like to run a train on me tonight?”
The air thickened with anticipation, and before I could second-guess myself, the hockey dads were springing into action. One by one, they lined up, their rock-hard cocks eager to fill every inch of my willing body.
First, I felt the gentle press of a mouth on my clit, followed by the slow invasion of a well-lubed finger into my tight, hungry pussy. My moans encouraged them, urging them to take their time, to savor every inch of my slippery folds.
Next, the warmth of a tongue danced along my ass, while another hand massaged my breasts, teasing my nipples into rigid peaks. I was losing myself in the pleasure, my hips rocking in time with the oral assault on my sensitive holes.
Then, a cock pressed against my pussy hole, and with a deep thrust, it filled me to the brim. I cried out in ecstasy, my walls clenching around the thick shaft. One by one, the other dads followed suit, each claiming a different orifice until I was stuffed to capacity.
The sensation was overwhelming, my body a living, breathing cum receptacle. I felt the first hot splash of seed hit my cervix, followed by a relentless barrage of creamy, sticky loads pumping into my womb. I was a cum slut, a three-hole slut, addicted to the salty taste of daddy dick.
As their spent cocks slid free, I collapsed back onto the cushion, a panting, cum-soaked mess. The dads hovered over me, their satisfaction clear in their smiles. I reached out, my fingers tracing the defined lines of their abs and the bulging muscles of their thighs.
“Thank you, daddies,” I cooed, my voice thick with post-orgasmic bliss. “I need to get pregnant again, and your baby batter will do the trick.”
And with that, the hockey dads nodded in unison, already envisioning the next time they could mount the willing mother, ready to fill her womb with their seed once more.
Later that night at home, As I drifted off to sleep, I dreamt about being cradled in the strong arms of my new lovers, I knew that this was just the beginning of a wild, taboo journey – one where mommy’s night out with the dads would become a Weekly date. call me and tell me how you would fill me.