And that is how the rest of the trip went. Four or five times a day this k** would want to blow a load either inside my cunt or mouth. I was not sure ...how much cum my cunt could drink up. I also taught my son how to get me off and he learned quickly. Then when we returned home, it did stop. My son would wait for my husband to go to work then he would mount me and fuck me. Even when my cunt was full of my husbands sperm my son would fuck me anyway. And I could not tell either my husband or son no. I knew she'd be at the Jazz Club, I never had any serious doubts, and I found my certainty curious. Unfortunately, I'd had plenty of time to think about why I was so certain. The days until Tuesday dragged by, one plodding hour after another.Each day by noon, I'd finished every last bit of work that I had to do. There were only three other people in the office, so I used the time in the afternoons to do my Christmas shopping. Despite being a bachelor, I had a fairly extensive list of people on. He just kept pushing further and further, as nearly half of the shaft ripped its way through my ass."FUCK! I don't know how much longer I can last, master." My mind was starting to get fussy again. It was from a mixture of wanting to cum and wanting to pass out from the pain."Go ahead and pass out, bitch. It's not gonna stop me from plowing your sweet boy pussy for the next few hours." He pressed even further in. It felt like I could feel his cock all the way up to my stomach."HOURS!? There's. `Fuck me doggy style'. Without a need for a second invitation, I withdrew from her and watched her flip herself over. Sliding my expectant cock into her well lubricated hole, she sighed. Slowly I thrusted back and forth into her heavenly hole. Already still very horny, she was squealing with every forceful thrust. `Ohhhhh yesss', she groaned in between catched breaths. `Hhhhhhmmmmmmmmm.....yes'I too started groaning every time I rammed my manhood into her. `OOOOOOOOO', she uttered..