Previous Parts Here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Part 4

“You sure, babe?” Blythe asks the hourglass blond bent over between us. “You want him to watch?”

“Better than that,” Connie replies, letting out a little moan when her boyfriend’s big hands start playing with her ample ass. “I want him to film us. He was the star in our little show earlier, so it’s only fair we show him how my ‘leading man’ approaches a scene, right? Give him a souvenir he can take home with him…”

Blythe looks at me from where he’s stood behind Connie’s wiggling hips and I notice the beautiful woman leaning over my lap slowly dragging her wide cheeks back and forth over his crotch.

“You alright with that?" The big man asks me – an odd moment where we make eye contact for the first time.

Difficult to navigate with a dude when you’re sat in your underwear sporting a hard-on for the curvy beauty resting her tits in your lap… Connie looks at me with a playful smile on her face, still grinding on Blythe’s bulge as he waits for my response,

“Ummm… Yeah, fuck it – what is it you Brits say? In for a penny, in for a pound?”

They both laugh at my answer, Blythe’s eyes lighting up. “I’m warming to you Gables… Thought you were just some pervy cunt Connie wanted to fuck over, but you’re alright.”

“Come on, you two – let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” Connie interrupts our bro-bonding. I’ve got an idea, honey” She says to Blythe – “Why don’t you make the common room all nice and cosy and we’ll meet you up there in a bit.”

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Edmonton Priory’s common room is something else… I thought the Ivy League schools back home were swanky, but this is on another level.

Now I can see what all those exorbitant school fees go towards here at Edmonton – my employer’s dollars no doubt helping to buy a couple of the art pieces adorning the walls in the brightly lit space. Lead-diamond windows at each end of the top floor room providing a perfect view over the austere slate-clad towers and well-tended landscaping of this exclusive boarding school for girls.

Blythe’s lit a roaring fire under the ornately carved stone mantelpiece, the heat helping to add an extra layer of cosy to the wood panelled walls and plush Chesterfield couches arranged in a U shape around the fireplace.

Connie smirks at the sight of me gawking. Changed out of her sweats, she’s wearing her old school skirt – plaid-pleats bouncing off her barely covered, round ass. The sight of her thick, thong-split cheeks something I’ve enjoyed greatly as I followed her up the spiral staircase to this Hogwarts-esque setting. The ribbed white top has stayed on, but she’s clearly braless now, dimples of her wide areola visible around her nipples where they're pushing against the thin material.

“How do I look, baby?” Connie purrs while I’m going through the camcorder controls one last time, trying to still the tremor of excitement in my hands.

The tall man sat on the couch doesn’t answer – just holds his hand out for her, the other stroking a barely-believable huge bulge in his dark green chinos. Connie slinks over to Blythe just as I work out what I’m doing and hit the record button.

I watch through the fold out screen as she approaches her waiting man, Connie setting down the black and pink bag she’d picked up from her room on the way here.

“How do you want me?” Blythe’s deep voice rumbles quietly as she takes his hand and holds it close to her belly, fingers entwined with his.

“Just as you are…” The blonde beauty answers. “But get those trousers off – let Gables see what a lucky girl I am…”

Her dark-haired boyfriend complies, stripping off his pants but pausing before pushing briefs off his thighs to give the camera a big grin.

Jesus wept. He’s huge.

Christ would almost certainly have looked away… But I can’t.

How does he stay conscious when that thing gets hard? No wonder she wants him sitting down – keeping that thing pumped up would make even the most bull-hearted man light-headed.

“Thank you, baby…” Connie whispers, kissing him before pushing him back gently onto the couch. “Now, why don’t I tell Mr Gables all about our first time while I get warmed up?”

Blythe laughs, eyes lighting up when she hitches her skirt to take her panties off.

“The time I nearly called an ambulance for you?” He chuckles, the sound turning into something more like a soft growl when Connie’s little blonde bush is revealed between her thick thighs. “I was worried, you know… That first time you-”

The golden-haired beauty rolls her eyes, throwing a look over her shoulder to where I’m filming them both. “Don’t spoil the surprise!” She chides Blythe before holding out her hand to me, skimpy tangle of white fabric caught between her fingers. “Here, look – hold these, Gables – see what you two dirty boys did to me with all that teasing earlier…”

The camera starts shaking as I reach out to receive Connie’s gift – worn panties warm and damp against my knuckles. The most exquisite fragrance rising from the musky cotton as I bring it closer to my face.

I have to remember to focus when I see Connie slowly straddle her man… Holding his head in her hands as she lowers herself onto his lap. He lifts her little plaid skirt, taking big handfuls of her soft ass. Gripping hard, kneading and pulling her open while she kisses him and sighs with pleasure.

“Fuck, he makes me so wet…” She whispers, turning her face to the side and looking directly into the lens. “He teased me for months, you know… Before he fucked me.”

I step around the couple, coming around the back of the couch so I can film Connie’s face more easily – get some footage of those amazing tits.

“I kept seeing him in the grounds – he’d always stop what he was doing to chat with me. Offer me a cheeky smoke. Take me somewhere out of sight of the main house, let me have a drag of whatever he had with him. Such good shit – so much stronger than the weed we got from our guy in town.” Her face is dreamy, hazel eyes soft and sultry. Lips parted while she rolls her hips and grinds on Blythe’s big cock.

“He was kind… But cocky too.” Her words make Blythe chuckle between moans and she smiles quickly at him before continuing. “You were, babes… You thought you were hot shit – I guess you did back it up in the end.” She stifles a little cry as he grabs her hips and pulls her hard onto his lap, sight of her pussy creaming over his length hidden from view – but I can hear it. Wet sounds loud enough to be heard over their gasping pleasure.

“He… Mmmm…” Connie fights her arousal to continue speaking. “He’d tell me all about his ex-girlfriends who’d told him he was too much – how ‘no woman could handle him’… Every time there’d be this look in his eye. Like he was daring me to call bullshit.”

She lets out a long moan when Blythe lifts her shirt and palms one of her huge tits, squeezing at the soft flesh before pulling a dusky-pink nipple to his waiting lips.

“Oh… Fuck, yes… Yes, baby - you know I love it when you suck them like that…”

I step closer, angling the camera so I can zoom in, trying desperately hard not to start playing with myself. My dick is rock hard, tenting my suit pants in a way that draws Connie’s eye.

“Looks like I’m not the only one…” She murmurs over the wet-smack sounds of Blythe devouring her beautiful breasts.

She laughs at my blushing reaction, swallowing hard before carrying on with her story. “So one night, I decided to find out once and for all if he was fucking with me… Put up or shut up, right? Discover if he actually had the goods to back up all this big talk about his ‘bitch-breaker’ cock... I snuck out after dinner – asked the girls to cover for me. Said I was off to get some of the good weed I’d told them about.”

Blythe laughs, lifting his face from Connie’s spit soaked nipples just long enough to interrupt. “But never told them how much it cost…” She grins at him, sitting back on his lap and rocking her big ass back and forth, sound of her soaked cunt rubbing against his dick loud enough to smother his gasping lust.

“Shhhh….” She teases him. “Here - look, you… Focus on these and let me finish my story.” Connie instructs, holding his head and leaning forward to smother him with her enormous breasts.

I’ve never been so jealous of another man in my life…

“Now, where was I…” She croons as Blythe’s mouth goes to work once more. “Mmmm, yes, OK – so I was a little light on cash. But I had a counter proposal... Pussy pass discount – an eighth of his best shit for free if I could take his cock… A chance to bottom out in my perfect tight snatch – come on, baby, that was worth more than anything you were holding that night.”

Blythe doesn’t take the bait this time though - her man’s quiet now, utterly engrossed. I can see his hands on her ass again – grasping handfuls of her, dragging her back and forth to coat his shaft in her musky juices while he sucks on her big, beautiful tits.

Connie’s eyes roll back and her fingers tense where they’re wrapped in his hair, holding Bythe’s head against her chest. “He fucked me…” She begins, before her head falls back and she has to stifle a little cry. “He fucked me so, so deep – I’d never felt anything like it. None of my toys could reach where he was able to…. I could take him all, but barely… It was so fucking intense…”

She pauses, gasping. “Fuck – fuck, Gables… he’s going to make me cum. Get round the other side…”

I can barely walk, thigh muscles juddering as my lust fires through me. I obey though, stumbling to where I can get a shot of Connie's beautiful ass. Kneeling so I can rest the camera on my thigh, I can’t help but stroke my cock while I watch.

Blythe’s stopped feasting on her boobs, leaning back, holding her jaw and staring at her with animal hunger. “Now?” He growls intensely. “You ready for it?”

The sobbing whimper of need she gives in response is almost enough to make me cum in my pants. The fact it’s delivered in her posh English accent all the better – this well-bred, privileged little slut so depraved and needy for cock.

“Yes, baby, please… Give me that big fucking dick – I want it so bad…”

I have to brace the camera on my leg to stop it shaking when I watch her rise on her knees, glistening strands of wetness dripping from her plump lips and drooling hole as she hovers over his cock.

I can see how wet she is, how ready – that pretty, creaming cunt desperate to take him… And yet even with her sex so perfectly primed, he still has to force the head of his cock in between her puffy, pink lips when he enters her…

She wails as he pushes inside, Connie’s thighs tensing and her hips shaking… Frozen in place  and holding her breath while he continues to ease his thick prick into her straining pussy.

If she was close when she was grinding on him – now she’s on the ragged edge, face creased in beautiful agony as she breathes in and out with shaky gasps. A desperate whimper escapes her when he adjusts his weight and angles his hips so he’s directly under her. I watch her tender lips tighten around the wide mass splitting her open – she’s so fucking close now…

“That’s it… That’s it…” Blythe murmurs “Good girl, Connie – you want to cum? You want to cum on my big cock?”

Her response is a barely audible squeal as she wrestles for control, face red and her arms starting to shake. “Yes! Oh, God yes – please, baby… Please, can I…?”

“Cum.”

That single word command all she needs to fall apart…

I watch, open-mouthed, as her orgasm takes her, Connie falling forward onto Blythe’s big chest. Arms flopping and trembling at her sides as he holds her by the hips and sheathes his whole length in her convulsing cunt. I can’t take my eyes off her pretty asshole, winking in time with the contractions making her gooey slit twitch. Thick beads of girl-cum clinging to her engorged sex. Her wide thighs cramping, fat ass bucking against his hands.

I can see why he nearly called her an ambulance that first time.... Connie’s beautiful young body looking for all the world like she’s caught in the middle of some titanic fit of pleasure. Dancing on the edge of consciousness as Blythe’s dick makes her his puppet.

Finally… her long low moans start to soften. The hoarse sounds of her panting starting to slow. Eyes blinking rapidly, she seems to return to the waking world, Blythe kissing her cheeks and stroking her hair.

She kisses him back. And starts to ride him slowly, that huge length somehow buried to the hilt inside her incredible body.

Gasping, she starts to speak, picking up her story as if we haven’t all just witnessed her corporeal form broken to pieces on her lover’s cock.

“And from that night on… I was ruined… Not by this pounding I took that evening,” She laughs, swallowing hard and gasping as he drives into her from underneath. “Though it took about a week before I stopped walking funny… No – I couldn’t get enough of him. Flunked my A-Level year so I could get held back.” She groans, sitting back to drive him deep. “All so I could spend more time with this. Fucking. Dick…”

Connie starts to bounce, Blythe’s eyes suddenly wide when her meaty thighs start to slap against his, my camera picking up the delicious ripple through her big ass where her little skirt has ridden up and exposed her fully.

“And now I’m finally ready.” She continues between bounces. “A few months late, but back on track now that we’ve got you on our side… My twenty-first coming up, trust fund finally unlocked. All the money my girls and I could need to get bred over and over, as much as we could want… ‘Cumslut Connie’ finally graduating… I’m ‘Blythe’s Breedslut’ now, aren’t I baby?”

I can tell how close the big man is now. Listening to his hoarse grunts – the tension in his arms where he’s holding Connie tight round her waist. Her amazing tits bouncing so close to his face that they’re nearly slapping his chin…

“Come on, baby… Breed me, please.. Breed your baby-girl - give it to me. Give me that cum…” There’s a fevered need in her tone now – timing her demands with each bounce as she drives that big dick deep with every thrust.

I film as best I can, trying to avoid looking directly at Blythe’s huge member pumping in and out of Connie’s creaming pussy, but I can’t help myself. I’m stroking my cock to the sight of this gorgeous creature being split open and filled to the brim, wishing I’d brought a change of clothes so I wouldn't have to worry about the mess I want to make - give in and jerk it to the scene before my eyes.

“Breed me, breed me honey, please… Fill your girl up, give me that cum – put a baby in me…” Connie whispers tender filth to her lover, hands on either side of his head, gazing into his eyes… He’s staring back, something animalistic behind his eyes – a feral need that he can’t hold back.

I watch his face crease. A desperate, panicked look of shock take hold.

“Oh God! Oh God… Fuck! Connie, I’m cumming!” His voice strained and tight – a grunting growl following his warning. Huge hands grabbing handfuls of her hips, tension in his forearms hinting at the pressure of his fingers in her flesh.

She gives a little scream – a tiny, gasping “Yes!” before he erupts – his long, rasping groans timed with a bucking from his hips and rhythmic throbbing visible at the base of his thick cock.

Connie holds him to her chest and rides him, milking every drop from him, squeezing everything that lucky son-of-a-bitch has got into her stretched, pretty cunt.

I've never been more turned on in my life...

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We're nearly at the end of this saucy series, folks! I'm hoping to have part 5 out over the weekend to wrap things up. Hoping you've liked what I've written so far - it's been a lot of fun writing for this dirty trio!