Fantasy Factory (Part 3)
Fantasy Factory
Part 3
Greg's eyes blinked open, sitting in the comfortable chair holding his cock in his right hand. His dick was so hard it ached, right on the verge of cumming when the door opened and Barbara walked in nonchalantly. She simply stood silently off to the side watching him as he furiously finished stroking himself, much too close to cumming to stop despite her unexpected presence.
After he shot six creamy strings of his creamy cum on to his chest and belly, Barbara calmly handed him some tissues and patiently waited while he wiped his shirt clean as best he could. Then she led him across the hallway to an identical room where Sadie lay back in the comfortable chair, her eyes tightly closed as she writhed and thrashed, shrieking loudly.
“She's been doing that since the moment she went into her session,” Barbara explained with no emotion in her voice, “so I think she is in the midst of a two hour climax. You can stay and watch or there is a comfortable lounge at the end of the hall if you prefer.”
“I'll wait here,” Greg said after a moments thought, “she might need some cuddling when she finishes this session.”
“Indeed,” Barbara smiled weakly. “I'll be back with a chair and cold drink for you in a minute.”
For the remainder of Sadie's session, Greg sat quietly, watching her cum continually or one right after the other so closely as to have no meaningful difference. After about an hour, her eyes suddenly opened, she stopped flailing and slumped back in the chair, looking around in a daze before noticing Greg and smiling at him wanly.
“I know one thing for sure,” she muttered weakly as Greg took her in his arms and held her close, feeling her racing heart slow to normal, “they need to put a fucking countdown clock or provide some other way of letting me know a session is coming to an end. This abruptly ending shit just when things are getting good has got to change.”
With that, Sadie began checking her pussy carefully, not totally convinced her cunt entry and canal had not been torn apart or that some huge quantity of cum was not about to ooze out of her and down the inside of her legs.
Greg just started to laugh. After nearly two hours of constantly cumming, Sadie believed she was just getting to the good part when her time expired. Somehow he just knew Marsha would find that as amusing as he did and may well feel exactly the same way. His cock stiffened yet again thinking of those possibilities.
As Sadie and Greg left through the front door, the receptionist waved gaily and called out something about seeing them again soon. They both waved back weakly and drove home pretty much in silence.
“So what did you do in your session?” Sadie asked him as they cuddled together in their bed.
“I made the avatar look like the girl I first fucked, you know, first love and all that, and had her take me to a Roman orgy. From everything I managed to see before the session ended, she must have seen Caligula. It was pretty wild and incredibly realistic.”
“You're the one who saw Caligula...pervert,” Sadie grinned and poked him in his ribs, “the computers, or whatever powers the sessions, can only show you things that are already in your mind.”
“So what did you do in your session?” Greg asked her, throwing his arm over her side to gently fondle her right tit as she pressed her ass back against his half hard cock.
“I was amazed, not only because what I did but what the system can do,” she replied, wiggling her hips until his cock settled in the crack of her ass. “I told you about the first time. So when Leon appeared, I asked to start right where we stopped the first time. Next thing I know I'm screaming in pain as his enormous cock splits my pussy when he rammed it all the way inside me in a single thrust. After a few moments, I started cumming and didn't stop until the session ended, right as I was about to be DP'd by two equally well equipped guys on the beach.”
As she spoke, his cock stiffened against her ass cheeks. When he gently started humping her, she took his hand and placed it on her pussy, pressing his fingertip against her engorged clit. Without a word, she humped back against him, then moaned lowly when her pussy juices squirted on to his fingers. Greg went to roll her over but Sadie stopped him.
“Keep going, just like your doing,” she gasped huskily, clamping her thighs around his hand, “cum on my ass and back while you finger my clit and get me to cum for you again.”
He fingered her clit furiously, holding back his own climax as long as he could before shooting five or six sticky loads on her back and in her ass crack. Sadie's orgasm erupted as soon as she felt his warm jism coating her back. Neither had interest in changing the sheets, figuring they could shower the crusty cum away in the morning.
They were sipping coffee on the little patio outside his apartment, wearing just enough to not attract attention from the neighbors or anyone walking by when Sadie's phone rang.
“Hi Marsha,” Sadie said as she answered, shaking her head when Greg gave her a quizzical look and putting Marsha on speaker. “What has you up and about on this fine Saturday morning?”
“I started thinking about your visit to Fantasy Factory when I woke up this morning and am just dying to hear the details,” she told Sadie emphatically. “Hell, I had to cum twice with my favorite vibrator thinking about it before I could get out of the damn bed. So, unless you have any plans you can't cancel, I'll be over around 1:00 with the rest of the day and evening free.”
“Oh...uh...OK...sure Marsha,” Sadie stammered, “that will...er...work I guess. We were thinking about another trip over there today but for you, we can always do it another day.”
“Good, because I want to hear about both your sessions in explicit detail...and I do mean explicit,” Marsha laughed wickedly, making Sadie's nipples stiffen, “and I have a surprise for the two of you as well.”
“We'll be waiting for you then, as usual,” Sadie replied and ended the call, looking at Greg in surprise. “I wonder what that's all about?”
“I guess we'll find out at 1:00, so we best get something to eat and prepare. I have a feeling Marsha is not coming over for a typical visit.”
“Hi, Marsha, I'm...,” Greg started to say from his usual position behind the door to let Marsha in, a silver cock ring firmly in place around the base of his flaccid dick.
He stopped greeting the older woman in mid sentence in surprise, seeing a much younger woman standing next to Marsha with a wry smile on her face.
“Close your mouth and let us in,” Marsha chuckled, reaching up with her index finger to push his mouth shut. “You'll find out what's going on once we're inside. By the way, say hello to my great granddaughter, Amy.”
With that, Marsha pushed past him, with Amy on her heels, heading for the kitchen to greet Sadie. Greg just stood with the handle of the still open door in his hand for a moment, following their seductively swaying asses with his eyes.
Sadie walked around the kitchen counter when she heard Marsha enter, the surprise of seeing the young woman with Marsha registering in her eyes and on her face. Marsha walked right up to Sadie, giving her a tongue lashing kiss while gently tugging on the ring through her right nipple.
“Before you even ask, Sadie, let me introduce my great granddaughter, Amy...my favorite vibrator by the way,” Marsha chuckled with a devilish twinkle in her eye. “Just think of her being here with me as part of her extended eighteenth birthday celebration.”
As they talked, Greg entered the kitchen from the hallway and quietly moved toward the bar stool already positioned in its usual place at the end of the kitchen counter.
“Hold on, Greg, not there today,” Marsha called out sharply, stopping him practically in mid step, “Let's all go sit in the other room and get more comfortable while we talk...and Sadie, bring two more glasses and the other bottle of wine.
With that, Marsha picked up the open bottle of Merlot while Amy grabbed the glasses and they followed Greg into the living room.
“He does have a nice ass, don't you think?” Marsha whispered loud enough to Amy that Greg could hear, “and his cock grows unexpectedly large as well.”
Amy giggled at Marsha's comments then took a seat in one of the comfortable chairs across from the couch. Marsha took the other chair and Sadie, after filling all their wine glasses, flopped down next to Greg.
“I suppose you wondered why I called unexpectedly and we are here,” Marsha said softly a few moments later after sampling the wine.
“Yeah, we were kinda wondering about that,” Sadie replied, looking back and forth at Marsha and Amy before taking a sip of wine and, with an impish smile, wrapping her fingers around the base of Greg's partially erect cock and looking directly at Amy. “Since you are still dressed, want Greg to do more than watch and brought Amy with you, I think it may be safe to assume this is not one of your regular visits.”
“Oh, you always are so observant,” Marsha laughed as she rose to her feet and started to unbutton her blouse. “Actually, I was so anxious to talk to you both, getting naked right off slipped my mind.”
As she slowly removed her clothing, Amy looked on sipping her wine. Greg took a moment to look at the eighteen year old girl who didn't seem conflicted by what her great grandmother was doing.
Amy was a good six inches taller than Sadie, with a trim body suggesting she was athletic in some way. Her dark brown hair was short, barely reaching the tips of her earlobes. She wore a tight tank top with small tits hidden by a darker bra over a short skirt that barely concealed her pussy while emphasizing her taut tan legs and thighs.
When she finished undressing, Marsha had Greg and Sadie scoot over to give her room to sit on the sofa opposite Greg. As soon as she was settled, she pulled Sadie's face down for another passionate kiss. After a few moment, Marsha and Sadie were openly groping and fondling each other.
Greg, with his cock visibly stiffening and not at all sure if he was allowed to even touch himself, looked over at Amy. The eighteen year old was watching Marsha and Sadie intently, absentmindedly caressing her right tit with her knees spread wide enough Greg could clearly see the gauzy white panties stretched across her pussy.
“Oh for chrissakes, Greg,” Marsha said sternly, taking her lips off Sadie's left nipple and looking at him, “go over there and help my great granddaughter get naked. She obviously hasn't gotten the hint yet.”
Greg's mouth dropped open again and when he looked over at her, Amy was blushing deeply. Then she smiled weakly at him, got to her feet and raised her arms above her head, inviting him to pull off her tank top.
As Greg stood up, his rock hard cock swayed back and forth. Amy's smile brightened and she licked her upper lip. As he got close enough to take the bottom hem of Amy's tank top in his fingers and pull it over her head, Sadie moaned loudly from behind him. The squelching sound of Marsha fingering Sadie's wet pussy told Greg Sadie was very close to her first orgasm of the session.
With her tank top off, Greg stepped even closer to Amy, reaching around behind her to unhook her bra. When the tip of his cock pressed against her stomach, Amy exhaled sharply with her eyes closed.
“It hooks in the front,” she murmured after he fumbled around with the back strap for a few seconds then put her hands on his hips and kept him from stepping back from her.
As he brought his hands around to unhook the front facing hook, Greg pushed the straps of her bra down from her shoulders. Amy leaned her upper body back to give him more room, while with the same motion pressing her stomach and hips against the tip of his throbbing cock.
With a single motion, he unclasped the bra and, with an even brighter smile, Amy shrugged it from her shoulders, pulling one than the other arm out and letting it fall to the floor. Greg just stared at her perfectly round tennis ball sized tits, topped with tan areolas and erect nipples as big as the tip of her little finger.
“She really has great tits, don't you think?” Marsha called out from behind Greg, followed by a loud groan. “So get with the program and strip the rest of her clothes off.”
He and Amy looked over to see Sadie on her knees with her face buried in Marsha's pussy and one arm furiously pumping in and out, clearly finger fucking Marsha. He looked back at the smiling eighteen year old and reached behind her again to unzip her short skirt. It followed the bra and tank top crumpled at Amy's feet.
Amy stepped back at that point, grinning at Greg as she pirouetted for him. The white thong she wore barely covered the entirety of her prominent mound and was pulled up between her puffy pussy lips. In back, it disappeared completely in the crack of her ass. After turning three times, she stepped back to him, dragging a fingernail around each of his nipples before continuing down his chest and belly to stop at the top of his thin pubic hair.
Greg moaned lowly, a droplet of his precum bubbling to the tip of his cock. Then Amy took his hands in hers and placed them on the thin strap holding the thong around her waist. Very slowly, teasing himself as much as the teenager, he hooked his fingers in the thong and pulled it down.
He stopped for a few heartbeats to admire the trimmed runway patch of her dark pussy hair. She whimpered softly and dug her fingernails into his upper arms. Greg tugged again and the thong slid from her ass crack and down to the middle of her thighs, the gusset sticking for a second in her moist pussy slit. Greg then dropped to his knees, took the flimsy fabric in his teeth and pulled the thong past her knees until it fell to her ankles.
As she stepped out of the thong, Greg raised his head to look up at her, the scent of her sex emanating from her pussy just inches from his nose almost overwhelmed him. Amy grinned down at him and spoke for the first time.
“Nana told me to give you a choice. Either fuck me first and then I have to suck you hard to fuck her or fuck her first and I can have you until you cum in both my mouth and pussy. Have a preference?”
Greg was stunned as he looked up at her. He looked over to see Sadie and Marsha had traded places, with Marsha's face now buried between Sadie's thighs, her ass in the air. After a moment, he smiled brightly and got to his feet.
“If you don't mind, I'm going to fuck Marsha first, right where she is right now,” he grinned wickedly, dragging a fingertip though the teenager's warm wet pussy, “then watch Sadie lick my cum out of her pussy while you suck me hard again until I can fuck you.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Amy replied, standing on her tiptoes to lick his ear. Then she sat down next to Sadie, taking her right nipple into her mouth.
Greg knelt behind Marsha, rubbing the head of his cock up and down in her throbbing moist pussy slit a couple of times. His precum added to her own slickness.
“For chrissakes, Greg, quit playing around back there and stick your cock inside me,” Marsha turned her head to tell him, “I really need to feel a hard dick and some warm cum filling my cunt.”
Greg didn't hesitate any longer. He guided the head of his cock to her gaping entry hole and shoved it as deep as he could go with a single push. Marsha let out a guttural cry, arching her back and humping back at him. He was so aroused at that point is cum erupted inside the older woman after only a few thrusts. When she felt his warm cum splatter into the deepest recesses of her cunt, Marsha's own orgasm peaked. She clamped the walls of her cunt canal around his dick, sucking every last drop of his jism into her before his cock deflated and he slipped out of her.
As soon as he slid out of Marsha, Amy was sitting at his side and took his cock, coated with his cum and her great grandmother's pussy juices, into her mouth. He quickly stiffened again and when she thought he was ready, she pushed him on his back and straddled his hips, taking his cock into her tight pussy and riding him faster and faster until he filled the teenagers cunt with his warm sperm for the first time.
At that point, they all needed a break. Sadie refreshed everyone's wine glass and sprawled on the floor with Amy while Marsha sat in Greg's lap. They went about telling Amy and Marsha about their sessions so far at Fantasy Factory.
It turned out Marsha had mentioned something about it to her great granddaughter during what was becoming a three or four day tryst. Amy was intrigued but wanted to learn more. After listening to Greg and Sadie describe in the explicit detail Marsha demanded, the teenager was more than ready to go.
However, all of them were pretty much spent for the evening. Sadie invited Marsha and Amy to stay the night and even though it was a bit crowded, the four of them managed to fall asleep, arms and legs entangled in the king sized bed.
Greg blinked awake in the predawn gloom, the bed rocking gently beneath him. On his right side, Marsha lay on her back with her legs splayed open, her tits with soft nipples pancaked against her chest, snoring lightly. On the other side, Sadie grasped the sheets with both hands, moaning lowly, her knees pulled up, writhing feverishly.
Amy was on her hands and knees with her face buried between Sadie's thighs, noisily sucking Sadie's clit and its pierced hood while mercilessly pulling the rings puncturing both of Sadie's stiff half inch long nipples. Greg rolled on his side, eagerly watching Sadie transition seamlessly from one orgasm after another on the teenager's fingers and tongue. His morning hard-on stiffened to the point it ached, with a steady stream of precum coating his hand with every stroke.
When Sadie's eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched almost painfully, Greg knew she was about to shriek loudly as a final massive orgasm gripped every cell in her body. He leaned over, muffling the scream by ramming his tongue into her mouth, not thinking she may bite down on him.
Sadie trashed around uncontrollably for a few moments before she slumped back. For the next few minutes, she lay trembling, twitching with occasional aftershocks of her orgasms until her heart beat and ragged breathing returned to normal.
As Sadie slowly recovered, Amy looked up from between her thighs with a wicked grin. In the low light, her cheeks and lips glistened with the combination of Sadie's pussy juices and her own sweat. A few droplets dribbled from her chin on to her perky tits and erect nipples.
“Damn, I really do like doing that,” the eighteen year old grinned, crawling over to give Greg a deep tongue lashing kiss, “almost as much as tasting warm creamy cum filling my mouth...directly from a throbbing cock or recycled through a freshly fucked cunt.”
With that, Amy kissed and licked her way down Greg's body, stopping to suck each of his nipples into her mouth before continuing to his throbbing cock. She licked the head, scooping up a few drops of precum that bubbled to the tip before licking down one side, swirling her tongue around his ball sac and returning to the head. After repeating this four times, Greg was right on the verge of cumming in her mouth when Marsha propped herself up next to him and added her tongue to Amy's on his dick.
“Squeeze the base hard and stop stroking him for a moment,” Marsha instructed her great granddaughter before not so gently biting one of his nipples, “you want to keep him on the edge for as long as possible.”
“Yes, Nana, whatever you say,” Amy grinned and crawled up Greg's body to kiss Marsha, “I didn't know that trick.”
For the next ten minutes or so, the two of them essentially sexually tortured Greg, bringing him to the brink of cumming again and again before pulling back as he writhed and thrashed and pleaded. Finally he could hold back no longer.
Amy squeezed the base of his cock again as she straddled him, her great grandmother guiding his throbbing dick into the eighteen year old's tight entry. Marsha climbed over him and sat on his face, his nose buried in her asshole while she ground her dripping pussy back and forth across his lips and probing tongue. The two of them kissed and groped each others tits as his cum exploded into the eighteen year old girl's cunt and her seventy two year old great grandmother flooded his face and mouth with her musky juices.
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