The Ballads of Jemima and Buttersworth

Prologue

"You son of a bitch" Jemima expelled.

"The people don't need you anymore Jemima, they need a new representative that's more in touch with the current government." Martin said in a calm manner. "The current government is corrupt, and you of all should know that people like Bezos cannot run this goddamn country. We're the good ones Martin."
"There's nothing I can do, saving your job is unfortunately out of my contr-." He gets cut off by the office door swinging open, and standing there is an elderly woman. Jemima and Martin are speechless as they see a naked Ms. Buttersworth Staring back at them. Jemima was wet just seeing her like this, pushing the many questions she had into the back of her mind.
Buttersworth slowly stepped forward while Martin and Jemima dumbfounded by their situation, sat frozen in place. "Ohh aunty, I've heard of the bad news, and it sounds a lot like your fault." Buttersworth said as she continued into the room. "Getting fired? Now how the fuck did that happen." Buttersworth said matter of factly, now standing inches from Jemima. "No buttersworth we can't right now, this is serio-"
"Stop" buttersworth said, her voice barely above a whisper "shut the fuck up and do as I say."
Martin looked on biting his lip, the tension in the room was starting to become unbearable. Condensation was basically forming on the lips of Jemima's 74 year old vagina. And for some reason, Martin was finding hard to resist these new urges. He had subconsciously gotten onto his desk, starting to crawl towards them both.
Meanwhile, Buttersworth put her hand up to Jemima's neck. "On the desk" she commanded "Now,". During this. Martin had crawled up on Buttersworth's arm. His 4 pound frame not phasing her one bit as she proceeded to slide her hand down Jemimas soaked bell bottom jeans. Martin, now reaching her shoulder, wrapped around her neck. His mouth was wide open when he realized he had gotten saliva on her wrinkled shoulder. He bent down and wiped some up with his two fingers, then he caressed his asshole before meeting the tips of his fingers with his prostate.Martin had just gotten two knuckles deep when he felt himself get lifted off her shoulder, ruining his impending orgasm . Buttersworth grabbed Martin the gecko with her sweaty hand and starting caressing Jemima's chest with the reptile. Martin, getting more aroused by the minute, had no choice but to go along. Buttersworth began to trace the outskirts of Jemima's clit with the tail of Martin. Buttersworth started at the most sensitive part of the human vagina with the most fragile part of the gecko body. Martin believed this was as far as buttersworth would go, until she went further.Martin was shoved feet first into Jemima's cunt, making her cry out in ecstasy. He felt as if he had just stepped foot into the Everglades. Buttersworth tried to shove him down deeper, but could not get any further down than his rock hard cock, currently pressing against Jemima's labia. Martins cock was nearly half his body weight, and a sight to behold, but that was another story. His throbbing member was so erect that it was nearly numb, further adding to his frustration. Unfortunately, Buttersworth had no plans to let Martin have his way. He looked up as a shadow filled his view revealing Jemima's sopping vagina. Buttersworth lifted her left leg onto the desk and inserted Martin's face into her now sweaty meat pocket. Martin was now like a child in a Chinese finger trap, being used as a toy for these two's enjoyment. But he was definitely not going to put it to a stop as he was still rock solid. He could taste Buttersworth's insides while being suffocated due to the lack of air in her surprisingly tight cunt. As Martin was getting off from being trapped, Jemima had never felt more free. Every time buttersworth touches her it gets better. Her body felt like a a tug boat, rocking in rough ocean waters. About to completely tip ove-
She had came. "Oh no" she thought. Buttersworth looked at her with disgust. "What was that?" She asked even though she damn well knew the answer. She pulled Martin out of both of their vaginas and tossed him aside. He landed on the floor ,gasping for air, with a large pile of cum to his left. "You do not even think to cum unless I say" buttersworth whispers. "You know this"
Buttersworth cracks Jemima across the ass. "OH MY" Jemima yelps in a half moan. "I'm so sorry, I won't ever do it again. I won't ever cum again if it meant for you to be happy"
"That is not the point." Buttersworth returns. "I am in charge, so you do as I say, and you disobeyed me." Buttersworth lifted Martin off the floor, just as he had caught his breath from before when he was reinserted into Jemimas now throbbing pussy. This time he was now being thrusted into her harder than before. Now that his head wasn't 4 inches inside a cunt he could her screams of both pleasure and discomfort. Deep, then deeper he went, well past the throbbing cock which was now pressed up against his chest. Jemima now begging if she can cum, feeling like a guyser set to explode any minute. "Now you hold on dear" Buttersworth said in a calm manner. Jemima was wincing with pleasure, unable to hold it in any longer. "PLEASE" she yelled. "Okay go for it honey" buttersworth whispered in her ear.
Moments later a spout of cum rocketed from her pussy at high velocities. Spewing squirt in many directions. Martin was propelled into the mahogany door and roughly fell to the floor. Through all of this Jemima had been moaning so loudly, one could hear her from across the stadium at a World Cup soccer match. She fell flat onto the desk, defeated. Her load, soaking the room as buttersworth watched with pride. "Bitch" she said as she spit on Jemimas forehead. "Lick it up, better yet, give ol Martin a lick." Jemima crawled to Martin, unable to walk and snatched him up by the tail. She brought him closer to her tongue while staring buttersworth in the eyes. Then she caressed the entire underside of martins taint with her taste buds before passing out on the floor from exhaustion. "Good girl" buttersworth said while stepping over the body and closing the door. "I'll see you at home."