Mothers and Daughters Ch. 11

The articulated words were followed by inarticulate bellowing leaving no doubt as to her joy. Some of the other people in the room including staff were compelled to applaud, so taken were they by her enthusiasm. Beverley did blush upon hearing the cheering but was too exhilarated to be concerned by her unseemly behavior.

As she was coming down from her climax, and still in position on her hands and knees, she was aware none of the men had left. Rex was still licking her ass, but gently, not as vigorously as before. Likewise, David was seemingly idly fingering her cunt and clit, while the other man was feeling up her tits. However, what she really noticed was that each of them was sporting a fine, magnificent erection. So as she found her power of speech in her afterglow, she brazenly stated:

“Gentlemen, that was nice. A good icebreaker, if you will, for my first visit here. However, I see that each of you has a magnificent cock which seems to be ready for action, and my body is more than ready for those cocks. Do you think you gentlemen would like to put your cocks to good use?”

With some justification, Beverley considered herself a virgin. Nevertheless, having viewed those sexy pictures of her mother, she was aware of how a woman could have sex with more than one man simultaneously. She knew her sexual appetite included such activity, and so she certainly was not one to let an opportunity like this slip by. David was the first to reply:

“My dear lady Beverley, your desire is my duty, and I never shirk my duty.”

David deftly maneuvered on his back underneath Beverley, so that she was in position to lower her cunt and impale herself on his cock. After Beverley had thus engaged David’s cock, Rex got on the table. As he plunged his cock into her rectum, he quipped:

“My darling Beverley, let it not be said that Rex Hudson would disappoint his lady.”

Beverley was too aroused in her passion to pay any heed to the raw pain caused by the invasion of her anal canal by the unlubricated penis. She just grunted, and even her grunt sounded joyous.

The Neanderthal man had gotten up and stood beside Beverley’s face, thoughtfully providing her easy access to his cock for a blow job. Beverley grabbed a hold of that cock and quickly got it into her mouth. She was triple penetrated! Beverley had never in her life known such bliss!

The two cocks in her nether holes stuffed her, and she could not be happier. After an initial awkwardness of establishing a routine of rhythmic movement, Beverley was able to direct the movement of the cocks in her holes to extract maximum sensual pleasure. The friction of the cocks moving in her canals provided exquisite pleasure far more than she had previously been led to expect. Sucking Neanderthal’s cock was an added bonus she relished. She knew that the man would let her take his cum in her mouth, and she eagerly anticipated the taste.

Her mind was triggered to explode as soon as she sensed the first spurt of cum in her mouth. And explode it did! She saw stars! She saw fireworks. If Neanderthal’s cock was not in her mouth, she knew she would have let out a scream so loud it might shatter glass. As it was, she did emit a muffled scream that advertised her orgasm. The men -- even Neanderthal --bellowed out shouts of ecstasy as they ejaculated, admirably simultaneously.

After Beverley slurped and ingested the last speck of Neanderthal’s sperm, he said, as she let his wilting cock slip from her mouth:

“Thank you, ma’am! It was nice.”

Beverley giggled at Neanderthal’s laconic observation and replied as he sauntered off:

“Thank you, kind sir. I’m tempted to say it was even more than nice.”

David Nickelberry chuckled and said:

“My dear lady Beverley, I believe the consensus amongst us, your male admirers, was that it was more than nice indeed. I think I’m off to the pool for a swim. I definitely need some relief from that ‘niceness’ I just experienced.”

As David left, leaving just Rex and Beverley together, Rex led her to a nearby love seat for them to have some conversation and some relaxation. He waived to a staff member and was able to communicate a request that the man bring them two flutes of champagne. As Beverley looked on, she suddenly noticed that the staff member was none other than Ivan Croft!

Beverley was not an avid sports fan who would be knowledgeable about the inner workings of major college football and of the NFL. But she was aware enough that if Ivan had had serious plans and ambitions to try and play in the NFL, he would have had to be on this day playing football for a major college team, like the University of Texas, as he had intimated that horrible day.

Obviously Ivan was not pursuing his NFL dream, and she knew from her mother that the staff at the TLR consisted of permanent employees, as there was no need for part time help. Thus when Ivan returned with the champagne she blurted out:

“Why, Ivan Croft, as I live and breathe! I do declare, fancy meeting you here. I guess the plan to play in the NFL and make millions has not panned out. So working here at the TLR is your plan ‘B’? What do you hope to achieve? Do you aspire to the limousine driver’s position as your ultimate success?”

Then having noticed out of the corner of her eye that Rex had regained an erection, at least a serviceable one, she got up from her seat. She maneuvered to sit on him, with her back to him and to impale herself on his cock. Ignoring any mumbled response Ivan might have made to her statement, she then said:

“You know what they say, Ivan? ‘Those who can, do. Those who can’t, watch.’ So just watch as Rex Hudson, the king of love, is going to fuck the shit out of me. And watch how well he fucks me. How well his cock moves in my pussy as I ride him. Just watch, and you too may learn how to fuck a woman.”

Refusing to pay any more attention to Ivan Croft, Beverley closed her eyes as she was riding Rex’s by now truly stiff cock. She raised her hands and snapped her fingers in time to the song she was singing. The lyrics were of her own making:

“Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it to me now.
Fuck me. Fuck me, Fuck me. Really fuck me.
Oh! Yeah! Really fuck me. Fuck me good. I need it.
Oh! Yeah!”

Ivan’s face turned beet red. He was clearly humiliated by Beverley’s taunting. He left the scene of his own accord while Beverley and Rex were in the middle of their copulation. The rest of the persons in the room, both members and staff, remained watching the fucking, enthralled by Beverley’s singing. When Beverley stopped singing and started screaming, obviously compelled by orgasm she was experiencing, the crowd started to applaud and seriously hoot and holler in appreciation of Beverley’s sincere indulgence in pleasurable sex.

In the mutual afterglow from this sexual activity, Rex inquired about the staff member Beverley had conversation with. She replied:

“He’s a boy I once knew. But I am no longer into boys. I crave and need a man. And you are the man for me.”

Beverley Browning was now a happy camper.