"If ... if you think we're going to ask your permission to have sex, you're wrong!" Marcy hissed at him, but he could hear her lying to herself. It was clear to him that she would have preferred to do it immediately, but she still had her pride, as did Joe, who supported her.

 

"We'll go now and do what we want!" 

 

"Why don't you give it a try?" John replied with a laugh. First, he made sure that they could move, but couldn't get off the ground. Then he watched the two of them trying to move. He wondered if they hadn't realized by now that he could control them. The two looked at each other as they realized they could move but stayed put.  

 

"What's the matter? I thought you guys wanted to go and do whatever you wanted? Oh, you can't move from the spot? Let's see how she likes it then," John said maliciously and got down on his knees behind her. He brought his arms around her upper body so that he could place his hands on her large, plump breasts. As soon as his hands grasped her breasts, he began to knead them. Almost immediately he got her reaction, she took a deep, shaky breath before whimpering in pleasure.

 

"Keep your hands off her, you bastard!" shouted Joe and Lars together.

 

"Nope, I won't, see how she reacts. She seems to like it, or at least her body does," he replied teasingly, and his right hand wandered down her body to her crotch. 

 

"Well, it's damn warm in here," he commented on as he approached her crotch. As soon as his hand was on her crotch, he gently began to stroke her jeans. Her moans only emphasized her horniness even more. His hand continued to stroke her pants and he kept increasing the pressure. Marcy's body leaned forward and responded increasingly to his touch.    

 

"Stop... stop it," she whimpered, but John just wouldn't stop. 

 

"Well, I'd like to test Marcy, I have no problem with you watching," John said.

 

"YOU DON'T DARE!" began Joe, which only amused John more.

 

"I wouldn't bet on it. All right, you three, get undressed now!" he replied calmly, stood up and sat down on the couch. The three of them started to take off their clothes. At first, John only kept an eye on Marcy and watched as she first pulled her shirt over her head and then took off her shoes and pants. Then she set about removing her bra, and finally, she took off her panties. John now looked at her in her Eve costume and was already licking his lips.  

 

He was definitely going to have a lot of fun with her, that was for sure. After all, all three were in his hands, what a lucky coincidence for him that the three of them had come to visit him. Now he could finally get revenge on Lars for all those years. For all the beatings and other humiliations he had suffered at Lars' hands. John would enjoy it, that much was certain. The two men had also undressed by now and looked down at each other in disbelief. They were obviously only now noticing the difference in size. John started to laugh and wondered whether they had really forgotten or whether they needed proof first.

 

As soon as John got up again, he stood behind Marcy. He put his arms around her and turned her to face the other two.

 

"She really is a feast for the eyes. You've made a good catch. Now I can see for myself how good she is," John said, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. There was a stifled moan as he started to do this while playing with her nipples. Lars and Joe looked at him frantically. The two of them wriggled like marionettes, looking as if they were trying to rush at him. Which wasn't surprising.

 

"Well, do you like that?" John asked them and almost said bitch. But he didn't want her to have an orgasm yet. He wanted her to ask him for it. One of his hands left her nipple and went back to her wet cunt. He immediately slipped his finger between her labia and slowly massaged her clitoris.

 

"L-let that ... mhhh," she prompted him, moaning again with pleasure. 

 

John said nothing and just carried on. His finger was already full of her juice, and he slid up and down without resistance. He pressed his fingertip against her entrance again and again, and she moaned each time. He didn't know how long he was doing this now, he just felt her body adapting to his movements more and more.   

 

"Pl-please ... le - let ... me ... fuck ... Joe ..." she moaned as if from nowhere. As she said this, she looked up and looked at her husband. Joe was completely surprised and could hardly believe it. 

 

"Are ... are you sure?" he wanted to know.

 

"Yes ... please, Joe! Ask ... ask him if ... you can ... fuck me ... pl... pleaseee," she begged him.  

 

John looked at Joe challengingly and grinned maliciously.

 

"If you're nice, I'll even allow your wife to have an orgasm when you come inside her!" 

 

Joe squinted and looked helpless at Marcy and nodded. 

 

"May I PLEASE fuck my wife?" it was less of a request, but that was enough for John.

 

"OK. She has to suck me off, though!" 

 

"Yessss I .... do it," Marcy moaned and looked back over at her husband, who nodded.  

 

"You can move again, but you're not going to attack me! Let's see if she'll be happy with that little one there," John teased him further. 

 

Joe noticed the change and immediately walked towards them both, while John sat back down on the couch. Marcy kissed Joe as soon as he was within reach, and John immediately gave her a hard slap on the ass. 

 

"We were talking about fucking, not making out! Now get on with it!"

 

Marcy squealed and immediately broke off the kiss. As soon as she was free, she climbed onto the couch with John, while Joe positioned himself behind her. John was already looking forward to finding out how good she was at giving head and what it would feel like now, after his changes to himself. She opened her mouth slightly and stuck her tongue out as Joe slowly slid his cock into her. Marcy moaned in surprise and immediately took the tip of John's cock into her mouth as she looked up at him.

"I don't want to be like that! When Joe cums in you, you can cum!" he said, seeing a brief sparkle in her eyes. 

 

He then looked up at Joe, who was slowly overcome with lust and began to fuck his wife faster and faster. Joe grinned broadly and mentally ordered him to only cum on her head or breasts. In fact, he made it impossible for him to cum in any of her holes without John allowing him to. Driven by her lust, she sucked harder and harder on his cock. She kept moaning softly, and you could tell that Joe's cock wasn't big enough. At least that's how it looked to John, who was enjoying her tongue skills. 

 

Joe's movements became faster and faster, and his breathing became more labored. John kept hearing Marcy mumble something into his cock, to him, it sounded like she was begging Joe to penetrate her deeper. Joe probably would have liked to if he'd had the right tools, but he no longer had them.  

 

"I ... I ..." Joe gasped, looking a little surprised at himself. John guessed that he was about to come and was surprised that he didn't. John would have liked to laugh out loud, but he too groaned thanks to Marcy's efforts. 

 

"Don't you dare ... lose ... a drop ..." John moaned, using his new skills to flood her mouth with his cum. She looked up at him in surprise as he pumped increasingly cum into her mouth and struggled to swallow it down. She just managed to swallow the first two loads he shot into her, but then it was just too much, and it was already leaking out of the corners of her mouth. John moaned loudly and prolonged as he literally flooded her until Marcy opened her mouth and his cum started leaking onto the couch. Joe took the opportunity as John pulled out of her mouth and grabbed Marcy to turn her to face him. Joe had one hand on her shoulders and the other on his cock. Marcy, still perplexed by the amount John had to offer, didn't have an opportunity to react as Joe began to aim his small cock at her body. His hand movements quickened briefly and then stopped. He began to squirt. The first load hit her face, the second and final load landed on her breasts. Now Marcy sat on the couch, a little surprised and covered in cum.   

 

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Part 7 

Mrs. Briant was now looking down at the floor in shame. This aroused a little pity in John , and he held out his arm again. He put his fingers under her chin and lifted her head to make her look at him. Her face was a mixture of anger, hatred, fear and shame. A strange mixture that John had never seen before.

"So, you don't mind sitting here half naked in front of me. On the contrary, it actually turns you on. You've always thought about submitting to me. That's the only reason you gave me and only me detention. You dreamed of freeing my cock from my pants and holding it in your hands. But you don't just want it in your hands, you want to massage it between your breasts and taste it. You want to take it in your mouth as soon as you see it. You'll practically fall all over me and suck me off. As soon as your lips touch my cock, you'll be overcome with lust and give me the best blowjob you're capable of. As soon as I cum, you'll lie on your back and start pleasuring yourself until you come. It will free you to do all this in front of me, and you will feel more comfortable and nicer to me afterward. You'll be friendly and nice to me then."

As he said this, he saw her facial expression change, it became softer, friendlier, the fear, the anger and even her shame gave way to a friendly, almost excited smile. She looked at him with shining eyes when he had finished his speech. She placed her hand on his knee.

"So Mr. Wilson. I hope you like what you see. I'm going to make a little attempt on your life, but I have to do something first," she said seductively and stood up. She went to the door and locked it from the inside. As they were on the second floor, she didn't have to worry about anyone on the outside being able to see them.

John watched her walk away from him, wiggling her hips and her bubble butt, which was unfortunately still covered by a pair of pants. After locking the door, she approached him again. Her eyes were fixed on the bulge that had formed in his crotch. She came closer step by step.

As she slowly approached him, she slowly opened her pants and let them slide down. Before that, however, she had skillfully slipped out of her shoes. A pair of black panties appeared underneath.

As soon as she had freed herself from her trousers, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down finger-first as she knelt down in front of him. Now she was completely naked and placed both hands on her knees.

"Now we're undisturbed ... I hope you like what you see," she purred seductively, repeating herself. John sat open-mouthed in his chair, his heart racing. It was unexpected that it was working that well, and he knew he was about to receive his first blowjob, or was it a Titjob, maybe even both? John breathed nervously and let it come to him, feeling a tingling in his stomach. As Ms. Briant's hands stroked up both thighs to his crotch, the tingling spread to his lower area.

"Um ... so yes ... I like that ... a lot," he replied nervously. Her smile widened. Her hands stroked over the bulge without breaking eye contact with him.

"The only reason I gave you detention, to be honest, was so that we could both be undisturbed. And I can see that someone can hardly wait. That must be uncomfortable. Why don't you let me give you a hand," she purred. Her left hand reached for the bulge in his pants, her right hand moved to his waistband. She stroked from his pelvic bone to the button of his pants and undid it. Her left hand left the bulge and slid up to his zipper. She took it unerringly between her fingers and opened it while her right hand held his trousers in place. Once the pants were open, she hastily pulled them down to his ankles as soon as he had lifted his ass slightly.

Ms. Briant leaned forward and kissed her way up the inside of his thigh from his knee to the hem of his boxers. She did all this while looking into his face. John's breathing had accelerated noticeably by now, and he wanted more, he wanted to push his cock between her puffy lips. He wanted to know what it felt like to have his cock sucked. Everything he knew about sex he had learned from the internet, either from porn, sex stories or sex comics. So pretty much nothing.

Her head moved as she ran her fingers over the inside of his thigh. She penetrated the boxer shorts and a bit into the front part. Again he lifted his pelvis and Ms. Briant slowly pulled the shorts down. She slipped her right hand out of the waistband as soon as it was next to his cock. She moved her hand to his balls and began to fondle his scrotum gently. This elicited a slight moan from him, which made her pause. She looked at him appraising, her head tilted slightly.

"Is this the ... first time ... for you?" she asked him gently as she moved from his testicles to his cock and began stroking it.

"Relax, John!" she purred and kissed his cock again while massaging his testicles with her left hand. John didn't even notice that she had called him by his first name, and he probably wouldn't have cared. He groaned again as she stroked her fingertip along his shaft and slid her tongue over the opposite side. Then she knelt upright in front of him again.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked with a smile, which he confirmed with a gentle nod. That was enough of an invitation for her, and she tilted her head forward, leaning further until her breasts touched his pubic area. Her head turned forward, and her tongue gently caressed his glans, which was now exposed. Another moan escaped his lips and he tilted his head back.

"If you liked that already, then you'll like this too," she said softly and placed her hands on her breasts. As soon as his cock was between her breasts, she squeezed them lightly and moved them slowly up and down.

At that moment, John felt his cock nestle into her tender, soft breasts. It was an overwhelming feeling.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked with a smile, which he confirmed with a gentle nod. That was enough of an invitation for her, and she tilted her head forward, leaning further until her breasts touched his pubic area. Her head turned forward, and her tongue gently caressed his glans, which was now exposed. Another moan escaped his lips and he tilted his head back.

"Damn, that's good!" he breathed contentedly and received a soft giggle in response. Shortly afterward, he felt her lips wrap around his glans and then slowly slide down. Her tongue danced a tight dance around his glans and felt its way along his shaft. Her tongue wrapped around his cock, and she sucked on his cock, sometimes gently, sometimes more firmly. She raised and lowered her head slowly, and John enjoyed every second. Her breasts were no longer just around his cock, but kept bumping against his thighs. John was more than aroused and his senses literally exploded. His whole body was tingling, and it felt so damn good. His orgasm was slowly approaching, he felt the pressure in the root and he looked down. Surprised, he looked straight into her bright blue eyes. He wanted to warn her, but it had already happened. He shot his first load of cum into her mouth, which she swallowed greedily. Out of reflex, he grabbed her hair. Then he pulled her head back. Just as his cock had left her mouth, the second load came and hit her below her chin. He couldn't remember ever having cum so much and so thick. He looked at her face and could see the greedy look on her face.

"Oh ... that was quick," she responded in surprise, her voice trembling with lust.

As she leaned back, she stroked her hand over her body, collecting as much cum as possible on her finger and then sucking it off with relish.

"Too bad, I actually wanted to show you something else..." she said as soon as she was lying on her back. Her hand wandered over her breasts to her cunt and stroked the outer lips.

"I'm so horny right now ... do you want to watch me or do you think you can do another round?" she asked seductively.

Chapter 8 He cut out

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