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MILF – Second Summer

Fun Flock Big Cock Contest – Ishank

“Jesus, I’m so mad about that fucking Shazam guy. I need a Xanax after that,” Nicci said to her friends. She reached into a small Prada handbag next to her, opened a bottle, and popped a tiny pill into her mouth. She followed it up with a swallow of her second margarita, then applied some Dr. Pepper Chapstick she had also taken from her expensive bag to her pretty, full lips. “That’s better,” she sighed and crossed her legs while shaking her head. “That was very stressful.”

Nicci felt the Xanax kicking in almost immediately, wondering if it had been a good idea to take it when she’d already been drinking Deena’s strong margaritas in the summer heat. “Now, I need some water,” she giggled as she felt herself getting high while she was already buzzed. In the back of her mind, she remembered she had also taken a couple of hits from her weed pen before her friends had even arrived to take the edge off.

Kaelan was asking Brandi what had gotten into her.

“I don’t know!” Brandi slurred. “I just have a thing for dark, aggressive guys…,” Brandi had lit an actual cigarette and took a draw on it, blowing smoke up into the air before finishing her sentence, “…with big dicks!” She started cackling while the others joined in the laughter. Even Nicci had begun laughing again as the Xanax and alcohol had quickly left her without a care. She put her arms up behind her on the couch, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. Her head was swimming wildly, and she felt the warm sun on her face relaxing her.

Nicolle sensed the ladies chattering in some nonsense conversation around her that she couldn’t make out and vaguely understood Deena saying, “Next one in five,” as she continued to space out.

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The next thing Nicci knew, Kaelan was holding a water bottle up to her mouth and encouraging her to sip the cold liquid. As she took little drinks, she began giggling uncontrollably.

“Are you okay?” Kaely asked her.

Nicci felt giddy, relaxed, and disoriented. “Oh yeah! Where are we? On vacation? Is it girls’ night?” she replied.

“We’re at your pool, you idiot!” her friend chided while they all laughed. “We’re doing the contest! About to judge the next dick!”

“Oh God, of course. Right!” she giggled, looking down at her sash. “I’m a judge!” she giggled some more.

Kaelan asked again, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Before Nicci could stop laughing and answer, Deena called out, “Next!” Nic continued giggling happily and clapping lightly at how silly she felt as the gate opened, and the next contestant followed Matt down the steps.

“Judges, this round’s second finalist is Ishank. He is a forty-year-old IT consultant. He also plays the violin and enjoys cooking. Please say hello.” Ishank wore a pair of shorts, some leather sandals, and a polo shirt, stretched a bit by a rather paunchy belly. He wore glasses and was a rapidly balding, dark-haired, dark-skinned Indian man.

The four women looked at Ishank appraisingly. Deena, Kaelan, and Brandi all either said hi or gave a wave. Instead of either of those greetings, Nic said, “Shanky?”

“Yes?” the IT guy responded with surprise. “How do you know my nickname?”

Nic’s three friends looked at her in confusion, and the MILF stood up giddily. She took off her sunglasses so that he could see her face better. “We used to work together! Don’t you remember me?”

“Nicolle? Of course, I remember,” he said, with a sense of bewilderment, as he took in his former coworker’s unmistakably gorgeous face and sensational curves. She squealed in delight and bounced over to him for a hug, mashing her heavy boobs against his chest.

“How have you been? Oh my God, you guys, Shanky, and I used to work together at the newspaper.” She turned to face her friends as she gave them the lowdown. Her hand was on Ishank’s shoulder, and his eyes were bugging out as he took in her nearly naked body next to his. “I was in sales, and he worked in IT with this guy we both couldn’t stand, remember him?”

“Yes, yes, I do. You are here for this contest?” he asked.

She looked down at her sash and held the word ‘Judge’ to his face. “Obvi!” she giggled.

“You look the same, only somehow even better,” he muttered.

“Thank you SO much. I got my boobs done since you knew me!”

“They look so…real,” Ishank offered, admiringly looking at her stupendous chest. Her nipples poked at the fabric of her overstuffed bikini top.

“I know, right? Everyone says that. I went to a great guy. It cost a fortune, but it was so worth it not to have those big, hard balloons! It’s sad to see girls like that.”

He looked around awkwardly. Nicci still looked like they were at a college reunion. She held her margarita in her hand and continued telling old stories.

“Your boss was such a douchebag! Do you remember him?”

“Of course.”

“I couldn’t almanbahis stand him.”

“He certainly didn’t feel the same way about you.”

“Whatever! Do you remember what he’d say to me when I’d have some kind of IT issue?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, I sure do. I’d bring in my laptop because our IT sucked and all our systems sucked, and I couldn’t connect or do the shit I needed to do to make my numbers, and he always said, ‘Did you try plugging it in?’ like I was some kind of bimbo!”

She took another sip of her drink while everyone at the pool looked around at each other as the sex bomb with the porn star body told this story in the tiny bikini, pageant sash, and tiara.

Ishank cleared his throat. “Well, you have to admit, Nicolle, that your looks were always…deceiving. You were never a bimbo, but your looks…”

“God, you’ve always been so sweet!” she said, shoving his arm, smiling brightly at him. “Just like when we worked together! You’d always take the time to figure out whatever was happening and fix my problem.”

“And, sometimes, it really was that you just had to plug it in,” Ishank said as they laughed.

Deena finally broke up the reunion. “Well, this is very nice, but this isn’t a cocktail party. It’s a cock contest. Time for an inspection!”

The Indian looked uncomfortably at the three women and particularly at Nicci. He felt much shyer around someone he knew. Dutifully, he unzipped his pants and revealed his penis.

No one said a word.

Kaelan looked at Brandi and whispered, “What happened? Did we make a mistake?” Deena looked at Matt in confusion. The Indian’s penis was only two or three inches long and thoroughly unimpressive.

Nicci looked at her old colleague compassionately. “Shanky, you know what kind of contest this is, right?”

“Yes, of course, I do. I promise. It gets much larger!”

“Really?” Nicolle said doubtfully as she sipped her margarita and looked down at his little brown wiener. “When? It looks like…half an uncooked hot dog.”

“I’m just nervous. It gets much larger when I am excited. Honestly!”

Matt coughed into his fist. Nicci looked back at her friends, and all four shared dubious glances. Then she looked back at the paunchy Indian with whom she used to work and saw the embarrassment on his disappointed face. She took a sip from her strong drink then reached down with her right hand and wrapped it entirely around his dick.

“Shanky, I feel so bad for you. This can’t be good for your ego,” she said so only he could hear. She had begun squeezing and releasing his dick to pump it up while she whispered in his ear. “You always used to help me out. Are you sure it gets bigger? Let’s see what happens when I work it a little bit.”

He started to moan the instant Nicci started handling his dick. She smiled at him indulgently. “I bet you wanted me to do this at the newspaper, huh?” He nodded, and she could feel his dick twinge as she talked to him. She gave him a knowing look. “Why didn’t you ask me out? Just because your boss did, and I shot him down?”

He whimpered, “Yes,” as her hand squeezed some more, and he continued to grow. “Everybody wanted you. I knew I didn’t have a chance.”

“You like me squeezing your dick and talking to you? Oh, I know. Who wouldn’t, right? Well, if you had asked me out when I was twenty-three, there’s no telling what I would have done. Maybe I’d have said yes.”

By this time, his dick had already doubled in size. Encouraged, she kept going.

“What would you have wanted to do to me?” she asked him in a flirtatious whisper.

Ishank swallowed hard, “Take you out to dinner.”

“Such a gentleman. After dinner…?” she prodded.

“Maybe a movie,” he said weakly.

“After the movie?” she sighed.

“Out for a drink,” he offered.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere. Did you want to take me out and get me drunk, Shanky?” He nodded. “Had you heard what a bad girl I was then? Everyone used to think I fucked all my clients, but I didn’t. I know how bad your boss wanted to fuck me, though. Did you want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” he whined.

She giggled in his ear, “From behind?”

He just whimpered and nodded. His dick had grown exponentially and had long since hardened and stretched beyond her hand. She finally looked down at it and felt herself swoon. He had been right– it had grown so much larger.

“Holy fuck, you were right!” She laughed happily, now squeezing only a tiny part of his enormous cock when her hand first covered the whole thing. She looked him in the eyes. Her sense of self-restraint had vanished.

She whispered in his ear a final time, “If you had gotten me drunk and shown me this big fucking cock, I would have sucked it then just like I’m about to right now,” the horny MILF said to the excited IT nerd.

She turned to her friends with a firm grip on the nerd’s fantastically engorged cock. “Girls, do you SEE this fucking thing?” she asked, and she shook it for them, nearly almanbahis yeni giriş knocking him off balance. “Who wants to say they’re sorry to Shanky? How about I go first?”

Without another word, she turned back to him, dropped down to her knees, looked him straight in the eyes, and licked the entire length of his cock like a giant popsicle. When her tongue had finished its slow journey to the tip of his engorged dick, she opened her lips wide and stuffed the pulsing meat into her mouth.

Like they had been watching a movie, there was an audible gasp from Matt and the other three ladies when Nicci started sucking her old colleague’s dick.

Deena elbowed Kaelan. “Better get in there and measure while you still can.”

Dutifully, Kaelan approached the excited pair and wrapped the tape measure around the base of Ishank’s cock, while Nicci sucked blissfully on the top half of his hefty shaft. “Five and one-half inches around,” she announced. Kaelan looked through the fancy sunglasses Nic was wearing and saw that her friend’s eyes were closed while she sucked powerfully on just the head of the Indian’s cock, nursing on it.

“Nicci,” she said without a response. “Nicci…Nicci!” Finally, Nicolle popped the big cock out of her mouth, saying, “What? What is it?” in a dreamy, throaty voice.

Kaelan promptly stretched the tape measure along the full length of Ishank’s distended penis and said, “Nine hunky inches!” Then she looked at him and asked, “I’m sorry we doubted you. But how did you do that?” He held his hands up in the universal gesture of having no idea while the dick, which had grown to more than three times its original size, twitched and pulsed before Nicci’s lustful gaze.

“Who else wants to say they’re sorry? Can you go now, Kaely? Thanks!” she said to her friend before engulfing the large brown wang back in her hungry mouth.

He moaned in pleasure as the unattainably gorgeous woman at his feet resumed slavishly slurping on his dick. Her head slowly bobbed on him while she slopped and sucked, and he looked at her in amazement. “Nicolle?” he said while breathing heavily.

“Yeth?” she said, with her mouth very full.

“Could we go on a date now?”

She gurgled a muffled, wet giggle around his dick, sat down on her haunches, and his throbbing wang popped from her hungry mouth again.

Leaning back and smiling up at him with plump, glistening lips, she said, “That’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m happily married, silly!” She held up her left hand and flashed the giant diamond on her ring finger.

Kaelan and Deena rolled their eyes at each other. Nicci’s fabulous, pillowy butt cheeks were mashed into her heels as she talked to the Indian and held his dark, rock-hard cock by its base. She reached up with the other hand and tugged his aching balls by the sack several times. She was wordlessly pulling his bag down to bring the angle of his erection closer to the trajectory of her mouth as she sat comfortably on her heels. The paunchy Indian was happy to help and bent a little more to guide the head of his dick back toward her lips.

She opened her mouth and accepted his big thumper with a slutty wink, and Ishank leaned a little further and nudged her bikini top down just enough for her trapped breasts to spill out heavily and wantonly from behind the thin fabric. She took a moment to adjust her sash so it rested in the large crevasse between her boobs, and his view would be unobstructed.

“Oh, God, they’re amazing,” Shanky groaned at the sight of her big, teardrop melons and hard nipples.

“Mmmhmmm,” she moaned in appreciation of the compliment. “Fangth.”

Nicci was enjoying how super hard he was. She liked it best when men were super hard for her, and Ishank was certainly bringing the full wood. She sucked lightly, wrapping her tongue softly around his shaft, and let the saliva make it nice and soft in her warm mouth for him. She opened wide and gently slid as much of his length as she could manage down her throat with an accompanying “Gahhhk.”

Relaxing as much as possible, she focused on not gagging when the throbbing head pressed into the back of her throat. Slowly, she allowed it to move past her gag reflex and, with her pretty hands on the Indian’s hips, pushed herself down on him until she felt the head move nearly halfway down her throat, and she felt his prickly pubic hairs all over her nose.

Somewhere out in the real world, she could hear her friends clapping and a male voice saying, “Holy shit,” but she was intensely focused on the feeling of completely taking his hugeness. Her nostrils flared as she breathed deeply, showing off, and held it there as long as possible. His throbbing in her esophagus was about to make her choke, and she could feel the gagging coming; so she moved slowly back, felt his bulbous dick head slipping up the length of her throat, then filling her mouth, then stretching her lips as they parted. Finally, she pulled him entirely out of almanbahis giriş her mouth with a loud gasp for breath.

“Oh my God, Nicci, that was amazing!” Kaelan exclaimed. “I can’t believe you can do that!” Her friends all applauded again.

Without responding, she surprised everyone and popped the nerd’s dick right back into her mouth. She flicked her tongue on the underside a few times, giggling happily in a garbled way around his shaft. Then she squeezed his dick tightly around the base and sucked the head extra hard before releasing the suction with a loud pop and unclamping her lips around the shaft. Then she did it again and again, popping like a machine gun until she felt Shanky’s knees start to buckle as he groaned.

“God damn!” Matt exclaimed painfully, happy he had been recording the whole thing on his phone. He rubbed the aching lump in his pants while watching his fantasy woman pleasuring the Indian nerd’s giant cock.

Shanky could feel it all rushing far too quickly to a conclusion. He was just a few seconds from cumming from Nicci’s unique oral talents when he pulled his tingling cock from her skilled mouth in a desperate attempt to hold out. Matt captured a photo of her confused face and hungry, open mouth as he pulled it away from her.

With her D-cup breasts looking full and delicious, exposed, and lifted by the bikini top pulled down under them, she blinked up at her old work buddy with her hand still wrapped around the base of his swollen shaft. “You don’t want to cum?” she asked in amazement.

“I want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you in your tight black skirt and your stilettos.”

Deena looked at Brandi and mumbled, “Just like everybody else.”

Nicci looked up at Shanky’s homely, aging face, filled with lust and hope– and hesitated. A blowjob as a favor to an old friend for the sake of the contest was one thing. Fucking him was another.

Then, she looked down past his belly and at that enormous dick of his that she still held greedily in her tight grip. These big, dumb dongs left her with no resolve. She was very horny and knew she was already nicely lubricated from all the big-cock-sucking she enjoyed so much.

“I promised myself I was going to be good. I was doing such a good job, too,” she complained, with a hint of dreamy disappointment, as she rolled out a yoga mat next to her and laid down on it, slipped her stringy bottoms off, pulled her knees up with her pretty feet in the air and used her elegant fingers to spread the drippy lips of her vulva invitingly.

Ishank wasted no time getting down on the deck and positioning the head of his giant cock against those perfect lips and slowly spreading them as he shoved inch after inch into her. She moaned and squeaked with each inch, and when all nine inches were buried inside the suburban sex goddess, he lifted himself up to see her big tits and gorgeous face as he began pumping in and out of her.

“God, look at your big tits bounce! You’re so hot, Nicolle!” Her boobs were bouncing and shaking as he pounded her tight pussy. Ishank slipped his arms under her legs and pushed her knees back further until they were tucked all the way into her underarms next to her breasts. The youthful-looking mom’s pretty feet with her perfectly painted toenails waggled around in the air with each rugged pump. The horny, middle-aged Indian slammed into her and pounded her tight pussy with his massive cock like he’d been saving it up for almost twenty years.

Squeaks, whines, whimpers, and moans were the only sounds Nicci was making while her old work friend slammed his dick into her like a machine. Matt had moved behind them and was taking videos of her big cheeks rippling against the pool deck while she took her pounding and squealed in pleasure. She was thoroughly and quite obviously enjoying herself.

“Oh fuck,” she said at last. “Oh shit, don’t stop, don’t stop, oh your big dick’s making me cum! Yessssssssss!” She grabbed his scrawny arms while she squealed and pointed her toes in the air in a shuddering orgasm. Her nipples were erect and swollen, and she was panting wildly as the Indian continued plowing her long after she had finished.

“You can’t cum in me,” she managed to grunt among his steady thrusts taking her breath away. She was wondering how much longer he could possibly last.

Without warning, he pulled his cock from her stretched pussy and worked his way up her beautiful body, still trapping her legs under his arms until he got up to her breasts. His small hands looked lost in the tanned, pillowy flesh as he squeezed them together and began sliding his giant dick between her equally massive tits while Matt eagerly snapped photos.

She opened wide and stuck out her tongue, craning her neck to let the head pop wetly into her mouth on his upward thrusts. He mashed her fat rack around his big cock and tit-fucked her that way for a dozen or more pumps before wanting to try something else.

He worked his way up a little more until he had his cock positioned right above her stunning face, and she opened her mouth wide to accommodate what she knew was coming next. Her knees were directly next to her ears now, as his legs had replaced his arms in pinning her down.

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