1 comments/ 17333 views/ 1 favorites Fawn By: blk_cyberman Fawn had been my landlady for a little over three months. I shared a spacious three-bedroom apartment with her and Ray, a phantom presence who only hung around long enough to pick up his mail and catch up on his sleep. As head-cashier in my firm's cafeteria, Fawn was a nexus for all kinds of news--corporate and otherwise. She had a room. I needed one. It was as simple as that. Her femininity was incidental. I was in the initial stages of dismantling a marriage that, for all its thirteen years, had seemed much longer. I'll let it go at that. Women were nowhere to be found on my agenda. Fawn had honey-blonde hair, an angular face and a lithe body whose most outstanding feature was a perfectly-shaped butt. She preferred her jeans snug because she knew that the fit showed to her best advantage. Her eyes were hazel and her voice's prairie lilt reflected her Kansas roots. She could clomp about like a cowhand or sashay like a coquette and, once my hat was parked under her roof, she never left any doubt that it was either her way or the highway. The simpler the better, or so I thought. The night it happened was a warm July night--a Friday--with crickets chirping and the smell of early evening barbecue fires fading on a gentle breeze. Our apartment commanded a panoramic view of the suburbs skirting the southern end of San Francisco Bay. I was out on the deck savoring my freedom and peace of mind. Ray was at his girlfriend's and was unlikely to return before Sunday evening. Fawn had a date with a policeman. For all her looks and her self-assured air, Fawn had the devil's own time with men. She was too unyielding. She needed her own way. Her penchant for the company of strong, virile, definite men created a tension that left her facing the evening alone many times...like tonight. I heard her car long before it finally sputtered to silence in the carport. She was driving fast. I had ridden with her when she was angry. The shifting of the four-speed had a definite cadence when Fawn was pissed off and I heard that cadence--a rising and falling like a small child's wail at the tail end of a crying jag--coming toward me in the dark. "Fuck it! I'm going to my room," I said to myself. I copped another beer from the fridge and padded back to my room. Maybe turn the radio on and read a little. I had just lay back with my book when she knocked on my door. "Yes?" "I wanna talk!" Drunk. "Be there in a second..." "You don't wanna talk to me!" "Sure, I do! Just give me a minute." I heard her swipe the door with the palm of her hand. "Fuckin' men!" She stalked away, a blue cloud of words in her wake. I had been in my underwear when her knock came. I re-donned my clothes, regained my composure and went into the living room to see if I could be of help. Fawn sat with her legs crossed. A half-consumed fifth of Jack Daniels was in her hand. She was propped up by the far wall of the dining room trying to blow her hair off of her face. "Motherfuckers," she spat. "What happened?" "Men!" She tried to bring the bottle to her lips but couldn't get her mouth and hand to agree on a meeting place. "What about men?" "You don' do what yer s'posed to do." I grasped the bottle as I stood over her. "And what is that?" "You don' do what yer s'posed to." As I pulled on the neck of the bottle, she uncrossed her legs and put her stockinged feet flat on the floor in preparation to defend the prize. Her skirt slid slowly down her thighs and stopped in folds around her hips. A salmon-pink garter belt framed the nakedness of her bottom. Fawn's cleft was fringed with fine, golden hair. The strands on her lowest reaches were darkened by moisture. Her thighs were smooth, lean and strong. My heart raced. The sickening drive of adrenaline coursed through my veins and froze me where I stood. I felt the once-familiar tingling rising in my loins. "Gimme my bottle back!" I transferred my grasp from the bottle's neck to her wrist, stooped down and, with my right hand under her armpit, levered her upright against the wall. "Why don' men like me?" "Don't say that. Men like you." She flopped a free hand to tap her breast. "Dick-smokin' sumbitch wouldn't FUCK me!" "Maybe he wants to get to know you first..." "Why di'n he wanna fuck me, Dave? Why?!" She breathed heavily through her nose and let her arms sag like a rag doll's. I twisted the bottle from her grasp and turned to set it on the windowsill. She slid to the floor, her skirt around her waist again. "Punks!" "Who?" "Men! Punks! 'Specially fuckin' COPS!" I knelt in front of her. "Time to go to bed, dear." "Bed? What the fuck for?" "C'mon...time to go to bed." Fawn tossed her head back in an attempt to get her hair out of her eyes. She managed to focus them for a moment. I got up and grabbed her under her arms. She, in turn, gripped the waistband of my jeans and nuzzled my crotch. "Let's get you to bed," I said in my firmest voice. "I want your cock in my mouth!" I had never heard a woman say such a thing so matter-of-factly. Even the women who sucked me most eagerly--who craved the growls and spasms they summoned from me as I pumped into them--either didn't say anything at all or coyly offered to "do something special" for me. Fawn's words inflamed me instantly. "C'mon! We've got to get you into bed." Her hands fluttered against the front of my pants, searching for what she was now determined to have. "Put your cock in my mouth!" "You've had too much to drink, Fawn. Cut it out!" My words only concentrated her efforts. She grasped the tab of my zipper, pulled it down and inserted a luscious, warm hand. Fawn moaned a soft "mmm..." as she freed my shaft from its imprisonment. I'll never forget the feeling of her mouth... She reached around to control me with the pressure of her hand on my right buttock. Her lips were only slightly parted. She pushed me slowly--the length of my cock caressed by the twin petals of her ruby lips. The humidity in the cave of her mouth. Slickness of tongue gently undulating against the most sensitive place on my body. I felt resistance...the back of her throat. She urged me deeper. I entwined my hands in the flax of her hair and drew myself out of her. I opened my eyes to savor the sight of my manhood poised to thrust into her sweet mouth again. She was kneeling, looking up at me now, holding my ass with both hands. Her visage glowed with bleary-eyed mastery and satisfaction. Fawn pushed again until her lips were buried in the musky curls of my pubis. She seemed to revel in sucking me. Loud smacks and slurps reverberated in the cavernous room. My knees began to shake. I gently pushed her away from me. Belt, pants and shirt were torn away. She managed to unzip her skirt and leave it lying like a husk in the thick shag of the carpet. Bra and blouse came off as one over her head. Her breasts were small and tipped with firm, eraser-shaped nipples. I kneeled to take one of them into my mouth. It grew as my tongue danced around it. Her perfume was strong. Fawn moaned and pressed me tighter to her bosom. "Dave, honey. That feels so good...oh, that's right, baby! Suck it...suck me...ohhh yeah..." I was on top of her. I could feel her wetness against my thigh. It had been too long. This was too much too soon. The motion of her hips was slow and deliberate. "I want you in me." "Not yet!" "Put it in me." "It's been too long since I've done this. You're beautiful and I want to make it last." "Put it..." I kissed her then. It wasn't like a "first kiss." It was a kiss like we'd been doing nothing else since May. Our tongues circled one another. I had closed my eyes when I began but now, when I opened them, I found her gaze locked into mine. The glaze that had beset them moments before was gone--replaced with wanting and anticipation. She broke our kiss and smiled at me. She pressed my shoulder gently. I thought that my weight on her was too much but she continued pressing until I found myself rolling onto my back in the warmth of the carpet. A crown of golden hair flashed past. A glimpse of ceiling. A thigh. The warmth of her mouth engulfed my cock again. Then, above me, that beautiful butt framing her pouting nether lips. I hitched my arms under her thighs and stretched her to me. She had almost no taste at all. There was the hint of a musky tang...salt and lemons...soap...wet skin...pheromones... Her smell was rich and full. I darted my tongue into the folds framing her widespread, glistening pinkness. I inserted it as far as it would go and played it against the slickness of her outer walls. Fawn ground her pussy back into my face and let a low, guttural sound uncurl from deep in her throat. I dragged the flat of my tongue directly along her exposed clit; captured the hood with my lips and worried the button with my tongue. Somewhere in the dimmest recesses of my consciousness, I became aware of a swarm of bees taking flight in the pit of my stomach. Both Fawn and I had our legs splayed as widely apart as we could manage. She no longer needed the ministrations of my tongue. Her cunt's nasty, rhythmic rolling against my pursed lips smeared my moustache with her juices. Neither of us could keep still. We had abandoned ourselves to one another's pleasure. With a muffled, mewling scream, Fawn began to tremble. She tried gamely to continue sucking me but had to give in to the insistence of her body on release. My lips and tongue came into play again as she shivered transfixed above me. I was rhythmically sucking and releasing her button. Fawn's legs spasmed each time I assailed her molten core. She trapped my rampant stick between my thigh and her mouth. I loved the feel of her hair against my leg. Fawn stuck out her tongue and ran it along the length of my cock. She whipped her head back and forth in time to the wracking throes of a wave of orgasms. Her licking on the underside of my glans was unbearable. My balls tightened. The swarm of bees began to swirl out of my body. It was all I could do to keep from screaming out from abject pleasure--pleasure that bordered on pain. My face was a mask; a silent scream. I could feel Fawn's mouth on me again. She was bobbing up and down working for her reward. A thin, wail creaked from my throat as I bucked and spasmed. Pulse after pulse of ropy sperm spurted into her mouth. She continued her ministrations until my storm had passed. "You've been eating pineapple," she said. "You can taste that?" "I always thought cum was yummy but that was special." With a gentle but insistent hand, I put her onto her back. We kissed again. I couldn't taste my issue or feel its slickness on her tongue. My cock had never felt harder. She reached between us to guide me into her. I don't remember when the initial moment of insertion became my favorite aspect of sex. All I know is that I crave a woman's first reaction to being filled. Some sigh or moan. Others swear. Still others lick their lips or toss their heads. Fawn closed her beautiful hazel eyes, threw back her head and drew air through her clenched teeth. Her hips thrust forward to meet mine. Her cunny was tight. It seemed to expand around me in welcome and to squeeze me longingly as I withdrew. I dug my knees into the carpet, thrust upward and inward and rolled my hips. She growled. I lodged myself as far within her as I could go. We kissed deeply as our sweat-slicked bodies ground one against the other. I raised up on my hands to look into her face. She was blushing; a blazing fiery red from liquor and from her passion. Her eyes were shut tight. She licked her lips constantly as she concentrated on matching my movements. The transport on Fawn's beautiful face was complete. I wasn't sure she even knew it was me anymore. She began to chew her tongue and breathe sporadically through her nose. I realized that I was no longer making love to her. We were fucking now; wantonly fulfilling our need there on the floor. I slipped a hand under her and grabbed a handful of sumptuous buttock. My lips were at her neck and shoulders and breasts bestowing kisses. She was salty now. She began to repeat , "Oh, baby! Fuck it!" first as a slow chant. As her climax neared, it became faster and faster. I remember finding a "spot"...a zone where thrusting wasn't necessary. Her vagina milked my cock as I ground the upper reaches of its length into her. My cheek was against hers now. With my eyes closed, I felt as if our thighs had melded and that we were joined by energy rather than flesh. No cock. No pussy. No gender. Two waves. Surging. Fucking. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder just as the first paralyzing jolt of orgasm took me. Keep going. Keep going. Do it! I tried to slide my cock out for a thrust into her but Fawn's spasming cunt held me fast. The pain in my shoulder was her nails in my flesh. We quivered against each other as though high voltage were being laid on us through a cable. I couldn't hold my voice any longer. I growled like some wild animal--with teeth bared and deeply. My entire body shuddered. Cum flowed into her furthest reaches...filled them. I felt an indescribable elation wash over me. There in the dark behind my closed eyes, there was nothing but peace. I had been connected again to the essential--the animal--in me. I was helpless--unable to control my thrusting body as the last of my sperm spilled into her. "Yeah! Yeah!" Fawn's words brought me up onto my hands again. She looked up at me and purred, "keep going." I took long leisurely strokes. She licked the tips of her fingers and thrust a hand down to her marshy, matted sex. She turned her head, closed her eyes and smiled a far-away smile. I had not another molecule of cum left in me but I was still hard. Fawn was building steadily to another climax but her mind was somewhere else. I was someone else--maybe the cop from tonight. Maybe someone from TV. Maybe some man from her past. I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. Fawn's Friend Among other things this story has elements of some fetishes, mostly breast and hair. *** The girl who was standing at the sink looking out through the window at the moonlit backyard didn't seem to be aware of my presence, and that gave me a chance to do what I had spent much of the night doing earlier, which was staring at her. The girl, who I never met until about 5 hours ago, was my daughter's roommate in college, and when I first saw her I was taken aback at what my wife had called her "severe" look. Her name was Phyl, which was short for Phyllis, and to say she had a different look about her would be an understatement. Phyllis had her jet black hair cut very short, not much longer than a crew cut and slicked back on the sides, and wore horn-rimmed glasses that looked more masculine than feminine. She had come to the house dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, and while my wife didn't say it I knew what she was thinking. This girl is either a lesbian or was doing her best to fit the stereotype. What I didn't know was what my daughter was doing with this girl. Could Fawn be... No. Not sweet little Fawn, who was so sweet and innocent. They were just roommates back at college, probably thrown together at random for the housing, and Fawn was just trying to be nice in inviting her to spend the holiday week with her family. Phyllis was not wearing sweats and jeans as she stood at the kitchen counter, but was wearing a white nightgown. From what I could see of it from behind it certainly wasn't anything from Victoria's Secret but just a plain thing that hung on the skinny girl rather loosely. Skinny. I couldn't really tell before the way the was dressed, but now with her arms and lower legs exposed it was clear that she was very lean. That was something that she had in common with our little Fawn, who had always been painfully petite despite always having the appetite of a horse. Her legs were quite long but not very shapely, but what I could see even from across the room was that her legs were a bit hairy. Back in the living room after supper I thought I had seen hair showing between her pant leg and her sock but figured I was seeing things. Phyl's legs were definitely not shaved, with the hair rather dense on the insides of her calves and the backs of her thighs, and since the hair was black it stood out rather starkly against her pale skin. Funny that as we got ready for bed my wife Diane had been discussing our daughter's roommate and I had raised the possibility that this Phyllis might be one of these natural types like from back in our youthful pseudo hippie days. She had already expressed her disgust at Fawn's friend rather butch appearance, and when I suggested perhaps Phyllis was a furry chick underneath the baggy clothes my wife made a face. "You wish," Diane had said, and she was right there. I had a girlfriend back in my youth who had never touched a razor in her life, and I had discovered that not only didn't the presence of her body hair bother me, but it turned me on. I had told my wife about that long ago when I asked her to not shave. "Why didn't you marry her?" Diane had chided. "Because I couldn't stand the rest of her," I had explained, and to her credit my wife did go along with me for a while, but she had so little body hair and it was so fine and light in color that you could hardly see or feel it. "Can't stand being so hairy," Diane had said before going back to the razor, which was funny because she had to be the least hirsute woman on the planet, only having 14 hairs under her arms, at least her left one. I knew that because I had counted them one night, which says a lot about me as well as about my wife's good nature back in those days. "What do you think, Mr. Karl?" The sound of Phyl's voice startled me out of my daydreaming, and even though she was still looking out the window it was obvious she had been aware of my presence. Damn reflection in the glass. "Uh - hi Phyllis," I mumbled. "Didn't want to startle you." "It's okay. I couldn't sleep. Different bed and all." "Um - there's a cot downstairs I could bring up," I started to say, but Phyllis shook her head and said she liked where she was just fine. "How about you Mr. Karl?" Phyllis asked. "You couldn't sleep either?" "Yeah, I guess it comes with getting older because lately I..." My sentence stopped abruptly because Phyllis chose that moment to slowly turn around to face me, and as she did so, leaning back against the counter and looking at me in a matter-of-fact way, my brain froze. Sensory overload. I was unable to comprehend what I was looking at because for one thing there was so much to look at, and for another I was trying my best not to look at anything and was doing a piss-poor job of that. "Lately you what?" Phyllis asked, a hint of a grin forming on the edges of her mouth as she seemed to relish seeing me in the condition I was in, which could only be described as addled. "Uh - need a drink," I said as I moved toward the sink while trying to look past Phyllis as I did. "Don't you have anything harder than that?" Phyllis asked as she swiveled enough to let me at the sink. "Um - gotta get up in the morning," I said while trying to fill a shaking cup with water. "Looks like you're already up," Phyllis snickered as my boner bounced into the counter, my arousal obvious even with a robe on over my pajamas. "Sorry." "Don't be. Frankly I was kinda hoping either you or Mrs. Karl would come out so we could get to know each other a bit," Phyllis explained. "Me and Fawn - we get along together really well, but she probably already told you that." "Yes. She said you're a great roommate." "Am I making you nervous? How about if I stand over here? " Phyllis asked as she moved over to lean against the stove. "That's - I mean - I better go back to bed." "You don't want to do that," Phyllis said. "Do you?" "No," I admitted. "But I'm married." "So is your wife," Phyllis said. "I'm guessing that things aren't all that great around here these days." "Been better," I admitted, wondering how this girl could figure out in a matter of hours that the new empty nest not only hadn't helped but had actually hurt our marriage. "You can look at me, you know Mr. Karl," Phyllis said. "Unless I'm reading you wrong that is, but something tells me you find me attractive." "Of course. I mean you're a lovely young woman," I mumbled. "No I'm not," Phyllis said plainly. "If 100 people looked at me about 95 of them would make with the fake puking sounds and rude comments. I do know that I have an appeal to certain people though. Fawn has a picture of you and your wife at a Dead concert from way back that she showed me, and I had a feeling about you." "It's okay," Phyllis whispered, and only then did I turn to face her. It's not hard to say what surprised me the most. I had already noticed the hair on her legs, so seeing the hair under her arms that was visible even before Phyllis raised her arms provocatively to reveal it was no surprise. The amount was rather startling, since the hair that filled the deep pockets was unlike anything I had seen outside some porn I remembered. Neither was I surprised at what seemed like a jungle between her legs, the dark image visible even through the white nightgown. The surprise, or should I say surprises, were her breasts. The slender, K.D. Lang-ish looking woman had what looked like watermelons under her nightie, and how she had managed to conceal them under that baggy sweatshirt astounded me. "You like them?" Phyllis asked when she saw where my eyes ended up, and then brought her hands up to cup those enormous jugs, at least as best as her little hands could manage. "Why do - you know - hide them?" I managed to ask. "I don't like to have people staring at me," she explained. "At least most people. People I like and trust? Those I let look. You should see the things I wear around our dorm room. Maybe I'll wear one of my tank-tops tomorrow." "I dunno. Diane, she's kinda funny," I started to say but Phyllis cut me off. "How long have you two been married?" Phyllis asked. "Thirty years?" "Almost" "You don't know much about her, do you?" "Yes, I mean, I used to." "She's a lot like Fawn, and I don't just mean looks either, although your wife is really hot for being almost 50," Phyllis remarked. "Both of them have a lot going on inside of them. Fawn sure did. You thought you knew your little girl too I'll bet." "You and her..." "Are roommates," Phyllis interrupted. "If you want to know more you'll have to ask Fawn." "I could never." "Fawn knows a lot about you," Phyllis told me before reaching down and grabbing the hem of her nightie. "Do you want me to take this off?" "No. I mean, what if Fawn comes out here?" "She won't. She promised she wouldn't." "What?" "She said she wouldn't." "I don't understand." "You will eventually." "But what about Diane?" "I wish she would come out here right now," Phyllis declared. "That would be awesome. The three of us could work this all out. Now how about this nightie? Off or on?" "Off," I said meekly, whereupon Phyllis took her horn-rimmed glasses off and set them on the counter before grabbing the bottom of her nightie. "Your old flame - what was her name? Becky? Was she hairy too?" "Yes - how do you know about her?" "How did she know?" "Girls talk," Phyllis said as she slowly lifted the nightie up to her waist. "Becky's pussy. Was it as hairy as mine? How about her pits?" "God no," I said, my voice shuddering as I looked at the wild untrimmed triangle of hair that spilled over to the insides of Phyl's skinny thighs, with a thin trail that went up towards her navel. "Is that a bad thing?" Phyllis asked, and I shook my head no. "Does your wife know about your - I hate to call it a fetish because that makes it sound bad - your fondness for women's body hair?" "Sort of." "Well, let me get this up and off," Phyllis said, and with that she slowly lifted the nightie up over her head, pausing after it went over her face to give me the full look before setting the garment down. "Well?" Phyllis said as she played with her plump nipples which were centered on gigantic crimson aureolas that were bigger than drink coasters. "Are they real?" I said as I stared at breasts that you would see on silicone riddled strippers, and on Phyl's slender frame they looked even more outrageous. "Of course. Everything about me is all natural, or haven't you noticed?" "How big - I mean what size bra do you wear?" "Oh come on Mr. Karl? That sounds like a high school kids question," she chided. "I have been asked that a lot though. I think Fawn even asked me. In answer to your question, my older sister got married a few years ago and when I got fitted for my gown the woman who owned the store offered to fit me for a bra too because she said with that dress my sister picked out I would need one." "I guess my sister must love me because she picked out gowns that would hide my legs and armpits," Phyllis explained. "She also made sure I didn't catch the bouquet so my dress didn't get hiked up. Anyway, she did fit me for a bra that she ordered from someplace. Want to guess the size?" "Uh - I don't know. 70?" "70?" Phyllis cackled, and I waved my arms to keep her quiet, which only made her laugh more. "I don't know about those things," I confessed while looking at the torpedoes that went down to Phyl's waist. "38," Phyllis finally said. "38?" That's impossible. My wife is..." "32," Phyllis said. "32B to be exact. You know what size bra Fawn wears too, don't you?" "I do not." "Mr. Karl?" "Fawn wears a 32 also. A cup," I said explaining that I knew because, "sometimes I did the laundry." "Right. You see, it isn't so much the number measurement as the cup size." Oh. So you're like a D?" I asked, and after Phyllis shook her head with a smile I asked, "Double D?" "H." "H?" I asked. "I never heard of that." "Neither had I," Phyllis admitted. "That woman who fitted me for it, well let's just say she taught me a lot." "You mean..." "Let's get back to you," Phyllis suggested. "Do you still have that box of porn in the attic? The magazines and those movies? What was the title of that one? Hirsute Lovers?" "How.." "You don't think Fawn spent her whole life studying, do you? She's curious just like you are," Phyllis explained. "So she knows all about your attraction to hairy women. She thinks that's why you never made a move on her, because she's like her Mom when it comes to body hair." "Fawn? I would never do such a thing!" "Thought about it though. Admit it. At one time or another most daddies at least think about it." "I doubt that." "I know most daughters dream about their Daddy fucking them," Phyllis admitted. "I know I did, and so did Fawn." "That's ridiculous." "She told me right after we moved in together," Phyllis said. "We got talking and Fawn said, boy I always wished my Dad would come into my room some night and stick that big dick of his in me." "You're making that up. Fawn would NEVER say anything like that! Furthermore, even if she did say something like that she was only kidding and wouldn't appreciate you telling me this." "She knows. Fawn knows exactly what I'm telling you. She wanted me to, because she knows how screwed up you and your wife are. Fawn certainly knew about your cock being big. Why don't you let that thing out of confinement? You look silly standing there with that tent down there." "You think I'm like you? Brazenly exposing my self and taking advantage of people's weaknesses?" "Yes. You are like me. We're all screwy sometimes. Some of us admit it and others don't. Open your robe and take out your cock. You know you want to show me how big you are. It must be uncomfortable all cramped up like that. I want to see it. Fawn said you had about 7 inches." "She came home early one day and saw you jerking off in the bedroom while watching one of your movies," Phyllis explained. "She always regretted not walking in and taking care of you." "Why are you doing this do me?" I pleaded. "I'm not doing it to you, I'm doing it for you. Take it out." Was this me opening my robe and lowering my pajama bottoms and letting my throbbing erection bounce around in front of me? "Oh, Fawn wasn't kidding," Phyllis sighed while bringing a hand down and rubbing it into her bush. "Looks even longer than 7" because you aren't all that big a man. Got a little bend to the left too. I like that. Nice balls too. You should have let Fawn sample that." "I couldn't." "What's the difference? You watched her undress and dress plenty of times," Phyllis said, and before I could deny it she told me not to bother. "You used to looked through the keyhole at her when she got out of the shower. Fawn used to practically model for you, hoping that you would want her someday. Sad, both of you looking through the keyhole at each other and neither acting on it." "Your cock is dripping," Phyllis said as a long string of pre-cum hung on the tip of my dick before dropping off. "That's a compliment." "I feel gross," I admitted. "You aren't. You're human." "I want to fuck you," I said, sounding like the animal I felt like. "I know, and you will, as soon as we're done here," Phyllis said. "Let's talk about your wife." "What about her?" "She's got another side of her too," Phyllis said. "A side you don't know about." "And you do know?" "Girls talk," Phyllis said. "Do you know about what she likes?" "Of course." "Really?" When was the last time you two fucked? I know you don't talk, but do you make love?" "Couple months ago," I admitted with a lot of embarrassment, although actually it was probably closer to 6 months ago. "Do you know Diane has had an affair? At least one?" "Diane?" I said. "She would never." "The name Henderson ring a bell?" "Henderson? Ed Henderson?" I said too loud, the thought of that jackass touching my wife making my blood boil. "I didn't say Ed Henderson." "I don't know any other Henderson," I said. "No? What's his wife's name?" "Marci? I said. "Marci and Diane? That's crazy. You don't know my wife. She's very against that sort of thing. You should have heard some of the things she was saying about you." "Ever hear the saying, 'Me thinks you protest too much?'" "Not Diane." "When you were in the bathroom your wife came into to Fawn's room and asked if we needed anything. That was bullshit because she just came in to see what we were doing," Phyllis said. "I was wearing that nightie, and when she saw me she looked at me a lot like you did. After she left we were giggling about it. Fawn was like, I can't believe my Mom was practically drooling over you!" "Diane?" I whispered to myself. "I don't know if Mrs. Karl was crazy about the hair," Phyllis said as she flashed her armpit at me before reaching down and hefting her breasts. "I think she was more interested in these. Guess your wife is a tit girl. Fawn said that Marci Henderson had a big bust too, and so did another woman Fawn suspects your wife spent some time with. Alice Potter?" "Porter," I mumbled, recalling our old neighbor, and the thought that my wife could actually have some kind of big breast fetish was unsettling. The more I thought about it, I recalled how she seemed to take an interest in the girl who played Maude's daughter on that show, and then there was her fascination with Wonder Woman. "How did Fawn know?" I asked while my head spun "She walked in on the two of them accidently one day. Just like she did when she caught you jacking that big boy off," Phyllis explained. "Fawn's got timing, that's for sure. They had a talk and she got told that you two were having problems, but Fawn knew there was more to it than that." "I can't believe Diane cheated on me." "Hey, better than with another man, right?" Phyllis asked, and while I suppose that was right it still stung. "Look at it this way. Anybody who watches his daughter coming out of the shower every chance he gets doesn't have that much of a high moral ground to stand on." "I guess." "All of this hasn't affected your boner, has it Mr. Karl?" "No." "You still want to fuck me, don't you?" "Yes." "You want to do it the way your wife won't?" she asked, and by then I gave up wondering how she knew all about me and just stood there as Phyllis walked over to the kitchen table and bent over, exposing an ass crack that was every bit as hairy as I had expected. "I already oiled it up for you, but be gentle at first because you are damn big and thick." I moved up behind Phyllis and spread her little ass cheeks wide while bringing the head of my cock to the furry ring. I squeezed my dick into that tiny hole and came almost right away, spurting my load into her steamy rectum, but I was so excited I leaned into her to keep my cock in her ass. "That's it," Phyllis hissed after I filled her bowels with my seed. "Keep that big boy in my shitter until you get it up again, and you will too you horny bastard. Here, play with my tits." Like an obedient puppy, I reached around Phyl's ribs and grabbed her tits, which were even heavier that I had imagined. I kneaded the doughy jugs roughly, and when she didn't complain I kept mauling them hard. "Yeah, that's it," Phyllis said. "I know what you really want." With that Phyllis reached back, careful not to move too far so we kept engaged, and as she grabbed my head and pulled me close I let Phyllis bring my head under her arm. She was whispering things that I wished I could have heard better, but what I was able to make out with her arm pressed against my ear sounded like she was telling me what a kinky bastard I was, and even if I wanted to I couldn't argue because I was too busy devouring her armpit. Fawn's Friend My mouth, lips and tongue - even my teeth - did every possible. I was snorting like a beast as I licked and sucked that sweaty jungle of hair. Even the scent of her armpit, slightly pungent as you would expect by the end of the day and unfettered by any chemicals except soap, sent chills down my spine. I was hard again in little more than a minute. Not blue steel hard like I was before, but hard enough so I able to thrust into Phyl's tight anus hard, so hard that the kitchen table began to move. I think Phyllis might have been fingering herself while I humped her but I was too busy fulfilling a lifelong fantasy to be sure, a fantasy that ended with an orgasm that might not have been as intense as the first but was still damn good. "What's wrong?" Phyllis asked when I pulled my cock out of her cum-filled bowels and helped her straighten up. "Feel guilty?" "Well yeah." "Don't. Tomorrow night will make you even." "I don't understand." "Tomorrow night you're going to take Fawn out for the night. She's going to make up something that her Mom will buy," Phyllis explained as she went over and put her glasses back on. "While you two are gone, I'm going to get better acquainted with Mrs. Karl." "I still don't think..." I started to say but stopped myself because I didn't know anything anymore. I didn't know myself, my daughter or my wife. "Leave it to me," Phyllis said as she squirmed a little. "Damn, your sap is oozing out of me. Never had a cock that big back there before. Burns, but burns good. Oh well." "No need to feel guilty about your little preferences, you know Mr. Karl," Phyllis said before she left the kitchen. "We all have them. You have the hair, your wife seems to have a thing for busty girls. Me? I have a thing for feminine and petite girls. Guess opposites attract." "And Fawn?" "Ask her for yourself," Phyllis said with a cackle. "Be sitting down if you do though. Like I said, you don't know that girl." Phyllis gave me a kiss and headed to the bathroom while I waited until she was out before heading in there myself. I cleaned myself as best I could and headed back to bed, passing Fawn's room on the way. I heard whispering and giggling in there, and I guess it was then that I realized that my life had changed and changed forever. *** I kept Fawn out until almost midnight, just as Phyllis told me to, and it was awkward as hell at first until I finally broke down and apologized for spying on my little girl. Fawn didn't seem upset at all, and actually seemed happy that in my twisted sense of morality I had only looked but could never ever bring myself to touch. "It's not because you aren't beautiful," I assured her. "In fact, you look just like your Mom did when she was 18. Too much so." "I'm nothing like Phyllis though," Fawn said. "No, and she isn't anything like you," I said. "All I care about is that you're happy. You are, aren't you?" "Yes. Who knows about down the road, but right now I'm happy. I want you and Mom to be happy too." "You think Phyllis is the cure for what ails us?" "Maybe. Worth a try, isn't it?" "I guess. There is the chance that your mother didn't play along, you know?" "You didn't see the way she looked at Phyllis last night," Fawn said. She looked at her like - well - like I did that first night in the dorm." "Or me too," I said. "I don't understand why I find her so erotic. The thing is that she isn't a raving beauty." "I know," Fawn agreed. "It's like she's got some sort of magic power." "Tell me about it." "We better get back home," I suggested. "To rescue Mom?" Fawn opined, and we both giggled at that. *** The house was dark, and on the way up the steps I suggested to my daughter that maybe the great and powerful Phyllis had met her match. "Maybe," Fawn said, but after she said that I started to think that I didn't know what I was rooting for. If Phyllis was wrong - if Fawn was wrong - then I could be walking into a hornets nest of screaming and lawyers and who knows what else. "Night honey," I said to Fawn, kissing her before she ducked into the bathroom, and I was about to go down the hall to my own bedroom when I heard a loud "Psst!" coming from Fawn's bedroom. It was Phyllis, and when I ducked my head into the room and saw her I let out a gasp. "What happened to you?" I asked as I looked at Phyllis, who appeared to have been in a battle with a wildcat judging by the scratches and red marks all over her naked body, not to mention hickeys and even what seemed to be teeth marks. "What happened to me was Diane," Phyllis said as she handed me an IPhone and told me to go look at it on the computer before I went in to bed. "I hate you both, you know." "Why?" I asked after her smile appeared. "You're both so hot and so passionate. You should be that way together like you are with me. Watch the video and then go to the bedroom. Remember that you've had a day to recover. She's a little fragile right now." "Is she okay? Does she look like you?" "You'll see. Goodnight." I took the device downstairs and hooked it up so I could see on a good sized screen the video Phyllis had apparently made, and while it was only about 5 minutes long and not all that explicit, I could see well enough. I liked it even better the second time I watched it and by the third time I was wishing I was in the room. My wife. Poor Diane looked so little next to the absurdly proportioned Phyllis, her tiny breasts crushed against Phyl's massive jugs as they embraced and rolled into the bed. The video ended as my wife was just burying her face into Phyl's bush, apparently not bothered by the jungle any more than I was. I went up to my bedroom door, passing the two whispering girls in Fawn's room on the way, and when I opened the door my bedroom was dark but the bed was empty. The night light clicked on over in the corner, where Diane was sitting in the chair naked. While she didn't looked as ravaged as Phyllis had, there was no doubt that she had enjoyed a very active evening. Her boyish nipples looked swollen to twice their size, like somebody had tried to suck them right off her breasts. "I'm sorry," we said almost in unison, and they we embraced. We made love, just like we had back in the old days, and when it was over we talked almost until the sun came up. Some of it made us laugh and some of it back us cry, but it was a start. "What do you think?" Diane asked at the end, after she made a suggestion that I practically yelled my agreement with, and only then did we go to sleep. *** "Gee, I come back home to visit and I spend most of my time at the mall," Fawn said with a smile, but she was good with the idea, along with the money I gave her to shop with for the evening. "Tomorrow night we'll be back to normal," I said. "Really?" Fawn said with a wink, and all I could do was shrug my shoulders because I wasn't sure what normal was any more. Fawn drove down the driveway and I went to my bedroom, where Diane was waiting as naked as I would be a minute later. "Are you excited," I asked Diane and after she nodded she looked down at my erection and correctly noted that she could tell I was too. "Be yourself," we said to each other as we heard the shower turn off in the bathroom. "No holding back." "I hope she lets us dry her off," I said, and then laughed when I saw that my wife had taken all of the towels out of the bathroom, along with the robe that Phyllis had worn in there. The bathroom door opened and then a dripping wet Phyllis came around the corner, her horn-rimmed glasses fogged up and a big smile on her face, her absurdly voluptuous body glistening with moisture as she came into our bedroom with her massive breasts swaying as she walked. "Wondered where the towels went," Phyllis said as she took her glasses off and set them down. "Thought we would dry you off, if you don't mind," my wife said with a wink to me while tossing me a towel. "Mind? Heck no, but don't bother getting me too dry because I think I'm going to be wet again soon enough," Phyllis declared as she stood in the center off the room and but her hands behind her head. We hadn't planned it but just naturally went to our favorite parts, with me rubbing the cotton into the hairy hollows of her armpits, while Diane's hands moved the towel around Phyl's torpedoes, making those plump nipples pop out almost immediately. I confess that the sight of Diane caressing Phyl's breasts, almost worshipping them as she dried them, excited me as much as what I was doing myself. It was true. I had thought that fetishes were only a guy thing, but the way Diane was acting left no doubt that I was wrong, and it made me love her even more. This was going to me one hell of a night, and as we brought our daughter's roommate over to the bed, I looked over at the camera which was whirring away in the corner, giving us a souvenir of the evening that we could watch long after Phyllis and Fawn were back at school. *** thanks for reading