Previous Parts Here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Any additional or referenced characters are over 18.

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Part 5

It takes a while, but eventually Blythe’s orgasm subsides. The big man sitting up with a deep sigh of pleasure, strong arms helping to lift Connie’s fulsome rear off his lap.

I’m still recording, the handheld camera in my hands angled lower than my eye-line.

Perfectly placed to capture the moment Blythe’s cock slides out of Connie’s gaped and tender-looking cunt. A flood of warm cum drooling from her well-fucked hole to dribble down her inner thigh.

“Oh… Mmmmph… Shit, that’s a lot…” She groans while he helps her lay on her side next to him. “Babes, could you grab me some wet wipes from my room?”

“Fuck’s sake… Can’t Gables do it?...” Blythe replies sleepily, looking over in my direction.

“You really want him poking around in there?” Connie answers with a pointed look over to where I’m filming, trying to pull her skirt down to catch her boyfriend’s load before it meets the couch cushions. “I’m not sure mutual blackmail is quite the foundation of trust you think it is, honey…”

“Fine…” The tall man sighs, grabbing Connie’s ample ass to help pull himself off the deep couch, earning him a squeak of protest and a giggle from his blonde girlfriend. “Hope you got my best angle, Gables.” He mutters as he walks by me holding his pants, barely-believable cock swinging about and slapping off his thighs.

Thank God I’m not hung up about my size - no mortal could live up to comparison with that monster.

I stay quiet while Blythe pulls on his briefs and pants and makes for the door to the common room. My focus fixed on the camcorder’s little pull out screen, framing a zoomed close-up of Connie’s plump, pink pussy where she's lying on her side, exposed. The twenty-something’s engorged sex still glistening, tender lips coated in a mix of Blythe’s load and her juices.

“Enjoying the view, are we?” Connie's clipped, English accent sounding close once more to that of the ‘Veronica Templeton’ character she emulated earlier. Her efforts at channelling the authoritative tone of a boarding school headmistress more than enough to have me blushing and stammering an apology.

“God’s sake, Gables – I’m kidding,” She chides me, smiling, hazel eyes flashing from where her head’s lying on the puckered green leather of the Chesterfield couch. “It’s a bit late for you to come over all prudish, don’t you think?”

“How are you feeling? Looks like he got the job done…” I ask, getting to my feet and adjusting the decent hard-on I’m still nursing.

“Given how deep he was in me when he came, I think I’ve got a good chance this time.” She laughs happily. “He’s been fucking me for months without protection though, so you would have thought it would’ve happened by now. Still, we both gave up smoking this month in case that’s what was screwing with his swimmers - he’s been such a grumpy bastard without it…”

How anyone could sustain a bad mood when they’re lucky enough to fuck this buxom beauty is beyond me, but I smile and nod in agreement.

“So are you hoping that hard-on goes away on it’s own, or do you want some help?” Connie teases, propping her self off the couch to give me a dirty grin. Laughing at my stammered reaction, she shakes her head, blonde waves framing her shoulders and bare breasts. “That was rhetorical, you moron – grab that bag and get over here…”

I recognise the bag. A smile slowly spreading over my face when I open it to see the duck-tail butt plug Blythe bought Connie earlier and a bottle of lube…

“For my costume – we’re are going to Amelia’s baby shower later….” She gives me a wicked grin. “The theme is Beatrix Potter characters – I thought I’d slut things up for the afterparty once all the others have fucked off and it’s just me, Blythe and the girls.”

“Beatrix Potter?” I quiz Connie as I run my fingers over the fluffy ended anal toy and eye up the blonde’s cum slicked asshole. “The witchy one from Harry Potter?”

Connie stares at me in stunned silence… “Do they just let anyone pass the bar in the States?” She sighs with exasperation. “No... Beatrix Potter wrote a set of beloved children’s books, you muppet… Peter Rabbit? Mrs Tiggy-Winkle?... No?”

“Well, she sounds dirty…”

“What? No - she a fucking hedgeho- Christ…” Connie gives me a flat stare, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re lucky I feel like treating you Gables… Honestly…” She sighs, propped up on her side with a hand on her perfect round ass. “Now, get your cock out while I lube up and try to forget how uncultured you are. Just be grateful I fancy a load in my ass to take with me to this party, and Blythe’s too fucking big to do it without crippling me…”

I’ve long since made my peace with Connie’s insults – a chance to enjoy her stunning body more than enough compensation for her sass. Put it this way; how often does a balding, middle- aged east coast attorney get a chance with an hourglass beauty such as this? Exactly…

Pants around my ankles, I start to dribble lube over her wide, smooth cheeks, running my fingers into the crack of her ass and gently massaging slickness into her crimped pink hole. Connie pushes a hand between her legs and start to play with herself as I prepare her, the curvy siren gazing at my hard cock while I enjoy the sight of her fingers exploring her cum-soaked slit.

“What about your boyfriend?” I murmur, smiling when I hear a shaky sigh of pleasure coming from her.

“I share Blythe… He shares me…” Connie groans as she slips two fingers into her sticky cunt. “I try not to rub it in his face though – he can get… Competitive.”

Point taken - I’ve no desire to try and compete with her handsome grounds-keeper and his porn star dimensions.

Connie adds a slender third finger to her juicy hole as I push my thumb gently into her well-lubed ass.

“Mmmm… That’s good… Fuck, Gables, you’re better at this than I thought – you spend a lot of time fucking pretty girls’ asses in the States?”

“A gentleman never tells.” I answer quietly, before smoothly sliding my middle finger into her rear and making her moan with pleasure.

Connie laughs softly before turning to look at me over the wide swell of her hip. “I’m ready…” She whispers, meeting my gaze, hazel eyes soft and wanton.

I hold her stare as I press the head of my cock against the slickness of her asshole, leaning forward until I feel the tightness of her ring start to soften and accept my dick.

A fraction more pressure. A gentle pull on her cheeks to spread her wider… Connie gasps, eyes rolling back in her head as I pass inside the dusky crimped collar of her forbidden hole. That pretty pink ring now stretched taught around my shaft as I slide further into her rear.

“Fuck, yes…” She moans softly, working her fingers in and out of her pussy, knuckles brushing my cock through the thin wall. “Don’t try and make it last – I know you’re close. I am too…”

She’s not wrong.

I’ve been edged the whole time I’ve been film this gorgeous busty slut grinding and riding her hung lover. Fighting my impulses as I watched her pretty cunt stretched and broken by Blythe’s thick cock.

Now it’s my time. I may not be blessed with the same equipment, but Connie’s ass feels plenty tight around my dick right now as I thrust deep inside, guided by her whimpered moans.

I can feel as the fingers filling her pussy start to move faster, curled slightly as she starts to roll her hips. Eyes closed, face flushed. Her big tits starting to shake as the rhythm of her hand grows more frantic.

I feel her tighten around me. Muscles in her butt start to twitch. A quivering spasm up her thigh giving me a warning of what’s to come.

“Yes, yes… Yes – fuck me… Fuck my ass…” Connie’s strained, whispered pleas growing more desperate as she gets closer and closer. I’m right there with her. Fucking her as hard as I dare, hips slapping against her thick cheeks, aching to cum inside this beautiful girl’s body.

When she starts to orgasm, it’s too much. Her groaning spasms pushing me over the edge – my cock exploding inside her. Hosing my load into her asshole, breathless lashing spurts that leave me gasping and light headed. I’d thought cumming between her huge tits earlier had been the best orgasm of my life, but this was on another scale entirely – my brain’s understanding of pleasure being re written as I empty myself into this pretty cumslut’s eager hole.

Connie comes to just as I start to pull out – reminding me quickly to plug her well-filled ass with the duck-tail toy. Sitting up gingerly as I dress, she inspects the fluffy white cotton poking out from between her cheeks. “Perfect…” She murmurs, just as we hear Blythe coming back up the stairs to the common room.

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I leave the two young lovers to it, Blythe oblivious to the load I’ve left in his girlfriend’s ass as he admires the duck-tailed plug holding it all inside…

Tape from the camcorder safely in my jacket pocket, I call the Durants from my cell as I collect my things from Templeton’s office.

I lay it on thick, whipping up a panicked scenario of ‘he said/she said’ that could destroy the family’s reputation among the well-to-do at the country club. Better to let sleeping dogs lie – enjoy Lucia’s new arrival and close ranks around their darling daughter... They agree to drop the case –  Mr Durant annoyed, but placated by my offer to discount the billable hours I’ve spent on the suit so far. A costly blow to me, but worth it to avoid the devious blackmail footage of me and Connie that will soon be in Luce’s hands and capable of creating some very awkward conversations for me when I get back home.

By the time Connie and Blythe join me in the front hall of Edmonton’s main faculty building, I’ve got everything wrapped up – moving my flight up so I can disappear before the real Templeton catches wind that I was at her school.

“Hacked email.” Connie educates me when I ask how they set up the meeting without her knowing. “’Password123’ should be added to the dictionary as the definition of a bad idea.” The blonde sighs, looking fantastic in the dark blue pencil skirt she wore earlier, matched now with a pale blue vest and thick coat. “That and replying to Nigerian Princes looking for a British bank account to protect their millions – I really need to have a chat with Templeton about online security…”

We stand on the steps of the imposing school while Blythe goes to bring the car around. I’ve accepted their offer of a lift to the airport – willing to pretend I see it as an act of generosity and not an effort by my captors to keep me from contacting the police before I’m out of their country…

I notice the two gifts in Connie arms as Blythe pulls up in a sporty looking Volkswagen hatchback that smells faintly of cannabis. I’d better hope the sniffer dogs at the airport are feeling relaxed today…

“Gifts for the baby?” I inquire, looking over from the rear seats of the VW to admire the gift wrap – adorned with all sorts of forest creatures wearing clothes.

“One is.” Connie answers with a smirk directed at Blythe. “The other’s for Amelia… Ever heard of Clone-A-Willy? No? Well, Blythe’s been very generous and offered a mold of himself for each of my girls to enjoy when they feel they’re partners are, ahem, lacking a certain something… You see the wrapping paper?” She asks, changing the subject and turning to face me. “Beatrix Potter characters – no witches, see?”

I laugh at her mocking tone. “OK, so which inspired your costumes then?” Remembering how she’d teased Blythe earlier in Templeton’s office, and enjoying a vivid memory of the duck-tail anal toy presumably still wedged up her ass…

“Blythe’s wearing a squirrel suit with the crotch cut out.” She answers with a cheeky grin – “He’s going to be ‘Squirrel ‘Deez-Nutz’-kins’. The big man driving gives a laugh and shakes his head in embarrassment before Connie can continue. “And I…” Connie shushes him before her big reveal.” I am going as this lovely lady…” She taps a manicured finger on the gift wrap near a picture of a duck wearing a cape and bonnet.

“Jemima Puddle-Duck?” I read the tiny cursive script below the image.

“Close, Gables,” She answers with a wide grin before continuing.

“But you should know me better by now - it's always sluttier when it's me… I’ll be going as Jemima Puddle-Cunt.”

Blythe and I roar with laughter as we roll over the gravel and away from Edmonton Priory's wrought-iron gates..

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