0 comments/ 21756 views/ 2 favorites The Houseguest By: Toronto_M40ish She was my sister's best friend and she was coming to stay at my brother-in-law's house for a week or so as her vacation. My wife and I were renting the basement apartment from her brother and the layout meant that we had to share some hall space with them. A good situation, since we all got along very well and we needed a cheap place to live at this time. Tiffany was a petite brunette, with short hair and dark brown eyes. We had met before, at my brother's wedding, so she was not really a stranger. I never really looked at her in a sexual way before but, considering I was being neglected by my wife, I took a different look at her this time. She had a small waist and narrow hips, but what really caught my eye was her chest. She was definitely built, I figure about a 36D, and her tits were the first things that most men would notice about her. She also liked to wear very tight tops to show off her "assets" and this day was no exception. She arrived on Friday night, bag in hand, looking quite flustered from the heat and humidity outside. I was home alone when she arrived as everyone had gone out to bingo and I had volunteered to baby-sit my 22 month old niece for the evening. I was just getting my niece ready for bed when Tiffany showed up. I invited her in, showed her where her room was, and excused myself to finish with Erica. In a few minutes, Tiffany called out that she needed to take a shower and would I mind. I yelled back that it was not my house, so she could do whatever she wanted. She called back and said "Thank you" and I then heard the water start to run in the shower. I continued with Erica's ritual for bed, then went downstairs and plopped myself down in front of the TV for the night. I completely forgot that Tiffany was there until she quietly knocked on my door. "Come in" I said, and she very slowly opened the door to my living room. "I hope you don't mind, but would it be ok if I stayed and watched TV with you? I'm not familiar with this house and I hate to be alone after just getting here." "No problem. Find a seat and enjoy" I said to her, patting the sofa next to me as a gesture as opposed to a suggestion. To my surprise, she decided to sit right beside me on the sofa, and quite close I might add. "Comfy?" I asked "Yes, this is quite a comfortable sofa. I hope you don't mind if I sit close, I got a chill after the shower and maybe being close will help warm me up" I wasn't sure if I was taking things wrong, but this sounded like a come-on to me. "No, I don't mind at all" was all I could think of saying until I could figure this girl out. We watched some stupid show for a few minutes, neither of us seeming to enjoy it much, when she spied my collection of videotapes in the corner. "Wow, you seem to have quite a collection there" she said. "About 120 movies in total. Go ahead, pick one you like and we can watch that instead". She got up and moved to the rack, bending over at the waist as she eyed the collection. This position left me with a great view of her ass which was enclosed within very tight jeans. I kept eyeing her as she kept looking at the collection. "I see you have some porno tapes here as well" She said as she glanced over the titles. "Only a few. I like watching them occasionally. Unfortunately, they don't seem to be as much fun when you have to watch them yourself, and my wife can't stand them". I was testing this girl to see how much of a flirt she really was. Actually, my wife and I always watched the movies together, at least when things were going well between us. We hadn't watched on for quite some time and I really forgot that they were still in the rack. "That's too bad, about your wife not liking them that is. I kinda like them myself. Mind if we throw one on?" "Sure, your the guest. Throw one in while I get us something to drink. Wine or beer, that's the only choices I have today." "A beer please, wine gives me a headache." "One beer coming up." I said as I walked to the kitchen. When I returned with the drinks, she was sitting back on the sofa, in the same spot she was in before, and had the remote in her hand waiting for me. I sat down beside her again and said "Fire away" motioning towards the VCR. She started the tape, I don't remember the title, but it starts off really slowly, almost as if it had a plot (which, surprisingly, it did…albeit not a good one). She snuggled in to my side, and I instinctively put my arm around her shoulders. "Warmer now?" I asked. "Mmmm, yes, much better thank you". We stayed like that for quite awhile while the movie progressed. It was finally getting into some good sex scenes when I felt Tiffany's breathing getting deeper. "You enjoying the movie?" I asked her. "Oh yes, very much" she answered. After a few seconds, she really shocked me by stating "And they make me so fucking horny I could die." My jaw must have dropped at her comment, but I replied, without missing a beat, "Me too…and it's been so fucking long since I had sex, I think I might cum in my jeans." "What a waste." She said, and she proceeded to place her hand on my crotch. "I could sure use some of this tonight, it has been quite a long time for me as well". She was looking me squarely in the eyes as she rubbed my aching cock through my jeans. I was not about to argue with this girl, especially with such an aching hard-on. I leaned forward and our lips met, our tongues instantly searching out each other's. I started to caress her sides as she continued to stroke my cock through my jeans. I moved my hands around to her front and began to rub her tits through her top. They felt so wonderful in my hands, I could hardly wait until I had them in the open. As I worked my hands up under her top, she began to undo my jeans. As soon as I lifted her top over her head, she immediately pulled my hard cock out of my pants and started stroking it with vigor. She then started sliding herself down on the floor, until she was positioned directly in front of my raging hard-on. She proceeded to lick my cock up and down the shaft, stopping on the upstroke to run her tongue around the head. After a few minutes of this, she took my cock in her mouth and slowly lowered herself down on it. Now, I may not be huge, but I have enough to satisfy, and she was taking me in completely with no hesitation. She continued to move up and down my cock and all I could do was moan in pleasure. It had been so long without sex, that I knew I was going to cum very quickly. In fact, I could already feel my balls start to tighten. "Damn, I'm gonna cum any second" I told her, wanting to give her as much notice as possible. She let my cock out of her mouth and said "That's ok, I want to taste you anyways." And proceeded to take me in her mouth again. I needed no further encouragement, and I let myself go, sending a huge quantity of cum down her throat. I thought I would never stop cumming, and she took all I had to give. After I stopped shooting into her mouth, she raised her head and wiped her mouth of any excess that may have escaped. "Mmmmm, very good. Hope you enjoyed that". "God yes…that was fantastic" was all I could manage to say. She got up off the floor and proceeded to strip off her pants and panties. "My turn" she said with an evil grin on her face. She was completely naked now, and I finally got a full look at her slender body. Her waist was tiny, and her hips didn't flare out too much, just enough to give her a good curve. My eyes focused on her pussy, it was shaved, and I could feel myself starting to get hard again at the site of her bare pussy lips, already swollen and waiting. I jumped up off the sofa and removed my clothes as well while she positioned herself in the exact spot I had just come from, her legs already spread, waiting patiently for me to get to work. I got down between her legs and began to run my tongue along her very wet slit. She tasted so good, and I knew that I could spend as much time as she liked doing this to her. She began to moan softly as my tongue searched out her pussy, alternating between running my tongue along her pussy lips and probing inside her. Every time I entered her with my tongue, she would moan a little louder and push herself further towards my eager tongue. I used my hand to find her clit, and when I touched it for the first time, it literally jumped out at me. I began to rub it as I continued to explore her pussy with my tongue, and she started to buck her hips in time with my touches. I continued like this for several minutes, enjoying the sounds she was making, and then I replaced my tongue with two fingers and started to kiss my way up her body. I was fucking her slowly with my fingers and I could tell she was enjoying this very much by the smile on her face. I continued to lick and kiss my way up her body, until I was directly in front of her huge tits. I started to run my tongue in circles around her tit, slowly moving inwards until I was just flicking her hard nipple with the tip of my tongue. She let out an even louder moan of pleasure and I knew I had hit a very sensitive spot. I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it, all the while my fingers were deep inside her, moving in and out at a steady pace. I reached up with my free hand and began to rub her other nipple between my thumb and fingers. I could see the look of ecstasy on her face and I was determined to make this as pleasurable as possible for her. As I continued to suck on one nipple and tweak the other, I inserted a third finger inside her now soaking pussy. She cried out "Oh god, yes, fuck me with your fingers" and I was certainly happy to oblige her request. I started moving faster with my fingers, faster and deeper with each penetration, working up to a frenzied pace when all of a sudden, I felt her tense up, and she raised her hips off the sofa screaming "GOD YES, I'M CUMMING….". She seemed to have the longest orgasm I had ever witnessed, and I kept up my motions with my fingers throughout the whole ordeal. She finally started to calm down, and I started to slow my pace as well, eventually pulling my fingers out of her to give her a chance to rest. She looked exhausted, leaning back, her arms outstretched, her legs completely spread apart, and her pussy wide open to my eager view. "So, how was it?" I asked. "God, I've never cum so hard in my life. I feel like I've just run a marathon. You sir, are one hell of a pussy eater." "I take pride in pleasing my partner, and you are no exception to that rule. I'm just glad I hadn't forgotten how to do it." She sat upright at that point, and pulled me close to her, our lips locking together like two teenagers in heat. She reached down to grasp my hard again cock and then broke our kiss to say "We still have to take care of this…." And with that she pushed me away and stood up. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom she was going to be using. "Don't want to fuck you in your wife's bed, hope this will do?" I didn't say anything, I just let her lead me to the bed where she gently pushed me down onto it. "Lay back and enjoy yourself" she said, and I obediently followed her instructions. She climbed up on the bed and got between my legs, not wasting any time in taking my cock into her mouth. She sucked on it for a few minutes, then raised herself up and positioned herself with her waiting pussy over my throbbing member. She slowly lowered herself down onto me, and my cock slipped easily inside her. She kept lowering herself until I was fully inside her, then she paused, letting me enjoy the feeling of her cunt around my aching cock. She started to raise and lower herself on my cock, slowly at first, but then quickening the pace. I started to raise my hips up to meet her and we soon got into a very comfortable rhythm. The faster she went, the faster I pushed up into her, until we were at a frenzied pace, both of us moaning and groaning. I could feel myself getting ready to cum again, and I was sure by the sounds she was making that she was as well. I grabbed her hips and started pounding myself up at her until I couldn't hold back any longer. I exploded inside her, and she started cumming as well, her cunt grabbing my cock tightly, both of us crying out in pleasure at the same time. I emptied myself inside her and she collapsed on top of me, my arms going around her to hold her tight as I kissed her softly while we both came down from our exceptional high. "That was incredible" I said. "No fucking kidding" she laughed. "I think I'm gonna enjoy your vacation as much as you will" I said with a sinister tone. "I'm sure we will BOTH enjoy the next week. I look forward to doing this again REAL SOON." The Houseguest Being a houseguest was new to me, but the week seemed to be going well so far. Although our days were filled with meetings at the symposium, and the evenings were mostly occupied with preparation for the next day's presentations we found time the dinner preparation, consumption and cleanup to share backgrounds and to joke with each other. It seemed so natural to be with her. Her face was not extraordinarily pretty in the classical sense, but her regular features, ready smile and twinkling eyes showed an inner beauty that made her very attractive to me. She was bright with a quick wit that grinned intellectually occasionally. The way she lowered her voice and looked at me sometimes when we spoke showed me that she had found similar qualities in me. Because we were both professional we ignored the attraction that was growing between us, and soon after dinner each night would retire to our respective bedrooms to prepare for the next day. However, on the fourth night at about eleven, I felt it best to empty the bladder before going to sleep, and started down the semidarkness of the hall. I truly had no intention at that time to do anything but go to the bathroom and return. What stopped me was a movement I saw through her bedroom door that she had left ajar to allow the evening breeze to circulate more freely on this hot summer night. There should have really been no movement there that time of night, but as I studied the situation more closely, I determined that she had also left her closet door open and that the full-length mirror on the backside of that door was reflecting her image. I stood there a moment, embarrassed by my inability to take another step; riveted by what I was seeing. There, lit by the soft glow of a distant street light, she lay on her bed with only a sheer nightgown covering her body. I could see the curve of her breasts and her abdomen and the flow of the fabric over her thighs as it molded itself into the hollow between them. She had no idea I was there, or that I was looking at her for the first time not professionally, but as a woman. Her eyes were closed, and the movement that had arrested me was her right hand slowly moving over her right breast. She was feeling the curve herself, and it dawned on me that had I been there with her I would have wanted to touch her in the same way. She was so sensual in her movements, and I could see her chest rise and fall as she breathed. In that moment, she became the embodiment of all women to me. Her caresses seemed almost random, as she touched one breast, then the other. Although I was only a few inches away from her on the other side of the wall, it was as if there was a huge gulf separating us that I wanted to close immediately, but couldn't. The mirror held me transfixed. I noticed that the fabric over her chest was tenting slightly, as if she had placed a small gumdrop in the middle of each breast. She was not the only one erecting tents that night because as I looked at her now pinching these confections with both hands I could feel myself lengthening downward and thickening against my jockeys. I felt guilty for not moving down the hall and leaving her privacy intact, but my libido was now raging and was in full control. While her left hand continued its ministry to the gumdrops, her right hand moved down over her belly and pressed the nightgown down between her thighs, then moved up to the top of her mound. In one motion, she widened the separation of her knees, and pulled the bottom of the nightgown up to the middle of her abdomen. She deftly spread the lips with her fingers, then dipped her middle finger between them. My own arousal was now deepening and the resulting growth caused a painful restriction as it attempted to pull the elastic top of my shorts down toward my knees which were becoming rubbery and unstable. In order to ease the pain, I extracted it and allowed it to stand distended and tumescent away from my body. My eyes devoured her. My gaze went from her left hand to her right, to her face, to the curve of her waist and hips. My ears were extra sensitive as I listened carefully to the sounds of her sighs. At some point in this, I realized that I had wrapped my hand around myself and was gently stroking the shaft, and then releasing it to stop the arousal from peaking and releasing. I was committed now. I watched as the intensity of activity with her right hand increased and her hips began to become more involved in the movements. Perhaps it was because my own breathing was becoming louder, or the squishy sounds generated from the pressure changes in the slit in the tip as my hand moved up toward the head. Or, perhaps it was only her desire to open her eyes to see her own body responding to her hands. She opened her eyes. My own movements probably caught her attention in the same way that hers had frozen me as if I had looked at Medusa. She froze. No movement-not even breathing-for several seconds that seemed like minutes to me. I froze for a couple seconds, and then I involuntarily stroked up the shaft, retraced the path down, and then up again. During those moments when I was soloing, I could see her looking at the image of my hand in the mirror. Although she did not change her gaze, the fingers of her right hand began to move inside her again and her left hand began to caress her breasts and pinch and scratch the nipples. I turned slightly to the right so that her view of my equipment would be less obstructed, and pulled my shorts down to let her see the full length of the shaft and the swollen knob. She responded by opening her knees more and turning to allow me a better view of her fingers and the thrusting of her hips. We were beginning the dance of love in this unusual way. She began giving fuller freedom to her vocalizations. The rhythm of her "uh, uh, uh!" matched the up-thrust of her pelvis into her fingers that were buried in the folds and were moving very quickly up and down the length of the slit and almost in frantic circles and tugs near the top just below the mound. I was careful to match her movements, and as her hips curled upwards, my own pelvis was driving my shaft into my hand, only to retreat as she rolled the curve of her backside down on the bed. I began to sigh in pleasure, but the sounds are more like a growl than a moan. I can feel the tension building in my prostate, and the entire exterior length of the shaft is becoming sensitive to every caress of my palm and fingers. The inside of the delivery tube is full of moisture and has become sensitive, too, waiting for the moment when the fluids will pass and stimulate its span from the tip slot continuously through to the area where the fluids are produced and the ejaculatory muscles contract to press out the semen. I see her face becoming contorted as the joy of the moment we are sharing begins to crest. Her heels are pressed hard to the mattress, and her thrusting is firm and resolute while her fingers continue their stimulation. As her orgasm begins, I restrain my own to coordinate our climaxes. I sense her peak within seconds as, for the first time since she noticed me, she closes her eyes. This feels too good. My whole pelvis feels as though every vein and artery is flooded with blood and every nerve ending has been charged with treble the usual voltage. I fuck up into my fist, and the first flood is jetted out. The withdrawal stroke excites the ganglia under the slot providing a stab of pleasure that forces a loud groan from my chest and urges me to drive back up into my hand to deliver the next jet and, more importantly, to make the withdrawal movement that stimulates the ganglia. She opens her eyes at my first groan, and sees the streams of fluid pumping as she continues to manipulate her pleasure centers. In another minute it is over, and as she recovers her intimate parts with her nightgown, I move on down the hall toward the bathroom to finish what I started that night. My one thought as I retraced my steps past her room and to mine was "What shall I say to her in the morning?" The Houseguest My name is Dan Jeffries. I'm forty-six years old, a computer systems analyst working for a large accounting firm in downtown Chicago, although I make my home in the suburb of LaGrange. I've been married to my wife Grace, a paralegal, for ten years. Grace has a nineteen year old daughter named Janie from her first marriage who I love as if she were my own child. We also have a beautiful eight year old daughter named Lauren, who is my little angel. I have known I was bisexual since I was in my late teens, but before the events in this story all I'd ever experienced with other men were fantasies. At the depth of my being, I had a certain amount of shame that just kept me from acting on my desires. My one outlet was writing erotic stories. Over the years I've written dozens of stories that involved me being with other men and exploring my many fantasies of gay and bi sex and submission. I am lucky, though, because Grace is completely understanding and even more than a little turned on by my attraction to men. We have always talked openly about it, and I even share my stories with her, which has contributed to our fantastic sex life. Other than that, my other sexual needs were fed only by fantasy. That all changed one Tuesday evening when Janie called to tell us she was coming home from school to visit for the weekend. Grace was working late that night, so she asked me if it would be alright for her to bring a friend with her. "Of course," I answered. "Why wouldn't it?" "Well, it's a guy, but he's just a friend." "How many times have I heard that before?" I chuckled. "No really, Dan, he's gay," she protested. That stopped me in my tracks. "Is he?" I asked. "Yea. His name's Mark. He's kind of a militant for rights on campus. He leads a couple of student groups, not just for gay rights, but for a bunch of other causes, as well." "Well, that's admirable," I said, feeling hot all of the sudden. "He's a great guy and he's been a really good friend to me this year. Can he come?" "Sure," I said, finally letting go of the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "I don't mind and I'm sure your mother won't, either." She thanked me repeatedly, told me she loved me, and said that she'd see us all on Friday. That night as Grace and I got ready for bed, I informed her about our houseguest. Noticing the bulge in my boxers, she teased that I must be turned on by the thought of having a gay man in the house. She pointed out the potential even if we both knew that I wouldn't act on it. We had our usual amazing sex as we talked about a scenario that was closer to real than usual. Janie and her guest arrived on Friday night just before dinnertime. As he stepped through the doorway and into our living room, I was struck by how good looking he was. He was tall with short dark brown hair and milky white skin. He was well built, though not overly so. "Mark," said Janie, motioning to each of us as she introduced us, "this is my mom, my sister Lauren, and my stepdad Dan. Everybody, this is Mark Ross." "Nice to meet you," he said as he shook hands with each of us. "Thanks so much for letting Janie bring me home. The dorm gets old after awhile, and I live too far away to get home except between semesters." "Mark's from Colorado," Janie explained. "Well, dinner's just about ready," Grace said. "Why don't you guys put your bags down and come into the kitchen?" I had been really quiet throughout all of this. I hoped Mark didn't think I was weird. But having a real living, breathing gay man in my house was really turning me on. I stood with my hands covering my crotch as we walked into the kitchen, trying to hide my growing erection. As we sat down at the table, Lauren was excitedly talking with Janie and Mark about the Harry Potter books, which they all read. As I watched them talk all I could think about was the fact that he was gay. I started picturing him having sex with another man. I quickly snapped myself out of it. This was so inappropriate. My daughters were sitting at this table. This young man who had become the object of my lust was not only a guest in my home, but my stepdaughter's good friend. Not to mention the fact that I was old enough to be his father. "How old are you, Mark?" I asked suddenly. The girls looked up at me, puzzled, and I sheepishly realized I had inadvertently butted right into the middle of their conversation. Mark, however, smiled politely and answered me. "I just turned twenty." I nodded distractedly. My daughters exchanged looks that seemed to say "He's finally lost it," but Mark fixed me with a quick penetrating stare, and then turned back to the Harry Potter conversation. "I hope you don't mind sleeping in Janie's bedroom, Mark," Grace said a few minutes later. "We don't have a guest room. Janie can sleep with Lauren in her room for the weekend." "No, that's okay," Mark protested. "I don't mind sleeping on your couch." "I like when Janie sleeps with me," Lauren said through a mouthful of pizza. With the sleeping arrangements settled, the conversation turned to Mark's campus activism. Grace asked him what causes he was involved with, and after naming all of them, he drew himself up in his chair. "Inclusion is very important to me, and I and some other students are trying to help shape the University into a place that is more respectful of diversity. Not that it's awful now, but everything can be better." "Inclusion's good," I said stupidly in a goofy voice. Janie shot me a look of annoyance for my bizarre behavior. Mark, however, just smiled and nodded at my comment. He was so assertive and sure, but not at all cocky. I began to picture him undressing, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his bare chest. His shirt was off and he was undoing his belt when I was snapped out of my fantasy by Grace serving each of us a bowl of chocolate ice cream. As we ate dessert, Lauren asked Janie to take her out for shopping and a movie the next day. "Sure," Janie said. Turning to Mark, she asked him if he wanted to come along. "No thanks. I need to get caught up on some work. That is, if you don't mind me sticking around and using your computer," he said, looking over at Grace. "Of course not," she said, waving her hand. Looking over at me slyly out of the corner of her eye, she added "I actually have to go into the office for a little while tomorrow, anyway, but I'm sure Dan will be able to help you with whatever you need." It was with great effort that I kept myself from cumming right there at the table. After we finished our ice cream, Mark offered to help wash the dishes, after which time he and Janie left to meet up with some of her old high school friends. They told us not to wait up for them. "Don't forget we're leaving at ten!" Lauren shouted as they walked out the door. Janie shouted back, "I won't!" As we climbed into bed that night, Grace reached over and found my cock already hard. She smiled and said, "Thinking about you and Mark having a little quality time tomorrow?" I laughed and said "No," rather weakly. She gave me a knowing smile, then rolled over and quickly fell asleep. I didn't fall asleep quite so easily, though. I slept later than usual and only woke when Grace came into the bedroom with a cup of coffee for me. She said that the girls were just getting ready to leave and she was just finishing up some computer work and was then going to head out, as well. She slid her hand beneath the sheets and gave my cock a stroke. "I'll take care of that later if you don't get any other offers," she said, and with a wink, she walked out. I watched the sports news and drank my coffee and a few minutes later she came back to give me a kiss goodbye. What I didn't know was that her "computer work" was leaving some of my erotic stories open but minimized on the computer that Mark was going to be using that morning. She knew they'd be impossible for him to miss and she suspected that when he read the rather graphic content he would be spurred into action. I turned the TV off and finished my coffee, then got up to take a shower. As I stood under the warm stream of water, I began to stroke my cock, again thinking of our handsome young houseguest. Just the fact that I was alone in the house with him was arousing. I stroked myself slowly, but before I came, I stopped and resolved to save it for Grace when she got home. I got out and toweled off, and by now was thinking of a few things that I had to get done at some point during the day. I walked out of the bathroom naked and went towards my dresser as usual. What wasn't usual was that Mark was lying naked on our bed slowly stroking his cock. I stopped, in shock, and stupidly asked, "Mark, what are you doing?" He didn't answer for some time and then said slowly, "I'm stroking my cock." I couldn't say anything at first, but finally, my mouth reacted properly and said, "You need to leave." He didn't move and didn't answer at first, then said, "Do I? It looks like your cock says otherwise." My cock, of course, displayed my true feelings and was throbbing hard already. I dropped my eyes down, partly from embarrassment and partly to confirm the betrayal that I could feel pulsing hot through my body. My eyes drifted slowly up and stared at his cock. He was still lightly stroking his hand up and down the shaft. I stared and could do nothing but observe every detail. It was beautiful. Long and thick, not huge, but big and perfectly shaped. I stared and couldn't look away. My trance was broken by him getting up from the bed and walking towards me. My eyes dropped again. I was too nervous and embarrassed to look at him. I could see a wet spot at the tip of my cock and then could see his body come into view as he stepped close to me. His hands gently slid over my nipples, causing my body to convulse and more wetness to seep from the end of my cock. His hand went to my cock and he wiped his fingers across the wet head and I thought that I would cum all over his hand. He brought his hand to my mouth and pushed my chin up so that I was forced to look at him at the same time. My mouth went to his fingers and licked the salty wetness from them as he said, "You're hungry, Dan, aren't you?" I nodded my head in shame and hunger. He smiled and said, "You want to suck my cock, don't you?" I nodded my head again. "That's not good enough. Tell me what you want." "I want to suck your cock," I said with a trembling voice. "I know you do. You want me to make you my whore. You don't just want to suck my cock, you want to worship it. You want every drop of cum you can get out of it, don't you?" It was not a question and he knew the answer. "Oh God, yes. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to fuck me and I want you to give me all your hot cum," I blurted out as I dropped to my knees in front of him and his swollen cock. I stared straight ahead at it and he took it in his hand and slowly stroked it up and down again. He bent his cock forward and ran it across my cheek and under my chin. He forced my head up with it, to make me look him in the face. I tried to look away, but couldn't. He asked, "Where do you want my cum, Dan?" "Everywhere," was all I could say. He smiled. A sort of wry smile that seemed to be amused by what a cum slut I was in front of him. I was beyond embarrassment by now and was consumed by lust. My servitude fed his arousal and he gave way to his power over me completely. "I'm going to give it to you everywhere before we're done," he said, "but I'm going to start with your face, because a slut should have cum on his face before he gets fucked. Get on the bed." I climbed onto the bed and he pulled my head around so that it was close to the edge. He stood over me, stroking his cock. I stared in amazement and lust at his cock and heavy balls just inches from my face. My body quivered and my face was frozen in a look of lustful anticipation. "Tell me what you want, Dan," he panted. "Cum on my face. Oh God, cum on my face. Shoot your hot cum on me. Cover me. I want it. Please. Cum on my face. Please. Please, Mark. Please. Please." I ranted. I watched his balls pull tight to the base of his cock. His cock throbbed and jerked. His cum flew and landed hot on my face. Shot after hot shot flew from his lurching cock all over my face and neck and into my hair. My orgasm came. Cum poured from my cock out onto my belly. His legs grew weak from the force of his orgasm and he leaned forward onto the bed to steady himself, pressing his cock and balls into my face as he did. I licked and sucked at his cum soaked balls. A long moan that started when I saw the first throb of his cock was muffled but not diminished by his messy crotch pressed to my face. I felt his hand on my cock and, though its hardness had only diminished slightly, I felt it grow harder still. He regained his strength and brought his hand to my mouth. I licked my cum greedily from his fingers. He ran his fingers through the cum that he had shot all over my face and smiled at me, seeing that I was eagerly awaiting whatever he wanted to do to me next. He slid his hand under my neck and lifted my head towards the head of the bed. He spread cum everywhere he touched me. I was lying on the bed now, with my head toward the top. He straddled my chest and pressed forward, saying, "Suck my cock, Dan." I did so eagerly and he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, fucking my face. I nearly choked, but he went slowly at first and then fed me more and more of his cock with each forward stroke. I wanted every inch of him inside me and relaxed my throat and gave over to him. "That's it. Suck it. Oh yea, take the whole thing. I knew you were a cocksucker the first moment I saw you. Yea, take it, you fucking cocksucker. Yea, suck that cock. Oh God, Dan, you are such a cock hungry slut. I'm going to fuck your face and then I'm going to fuck your ass." I felt his heavy balls slap against my chin and my nose press into the matted hair of his crotch with each forward stroke. He reached to the back of my head and pulled my hair hard with each forward stroke, burying his cock into my hungry mouth. He stopped and rolled off of me. "Get on your knees, bitch. I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours now." The sound that escaped me was half moan and half whimper. I quickly moved to my knees, my head and shoulders pressed to the bed. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for me," he commanded. "Oh God, fuck my ass," I panted as my hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tight hole to him. "Shut up, slut," he barked. "Push your finger in there and loosen it up for me." I wiped my finger around the sweat and cum that had run between my legs and then slowly forced my finger up inside my tight ass. I felt like such a slut, finger fucking my ass in front of him, but I wanted so badly for him to fuck me and my finger felt so good, I slowly worked it in and out, moaning the whole time. Janie would have been mortified beyond words if she could see what was happening right now between me and her good friend. "You are such a horny bitch," he taunted. "Work another finger in there so my cock doesn't split you open." "Please, just fuck me," I moaned, but I complied, forcing a second finger into my ass. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright. I'm going to give you pleasure unlike anything you've ever known before. I'm going to shove my whole cock into that tight little ass of yours. I'm going to fuck it until it milks my cum, and I'm going to fill your slut ass with hot cum." His hand pulled mine away, my fingers popping out. They were quickly replaced by the fat head of his cock. It was coated with cum and saliva and he leaned forward in one steady thrust, pushing his whole cock into my ass. I felt his weight on me and over me, and it pressed my head and shoulders into the soft bed. I moaned. A slow, deep moan. My ass felt impossibly full and my cock throbbed and dripped. He eased his cock back and then slowly forward again. I could feel every beautiful inch of it touch every nerve and sending waves of only pleasure over my entire body. My hips rocked back, wanting him to fuck me harder and deeper. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Oh, yes, Mark, fuck me," I panted. His hands took my hips and he began to thrust powerfully and deeply with each stroke. His hips crashed against my ass and he couldn't fuck me hard enough or fast enough for either of us. We were both blind to anything but our own lust and he fucked my ass wildly. My hands clutched handfuls of the bedspread, trying to get a grip to force myself back harder against his thrusts. I panted and struggled to breathe, my face buried in the blankets. I felt his cock stiffen and throb in my ass as he reached around and stroked me. I lifted my head from the mattress and saw my beautiful Gracie standing inside the bedroom doorway, leaning back against the door with her pants around her knees. She rubbed her clit furiously with the flat of her hand pressed hard against her mound. She came hard as we did, and it was far from the last time that day for any of us. By the time Janie and Lauren arrived home that evening, we were all showered and sitting at the kitchen table as innocently as could be. "How was the movie?" I asked casually, hoping they couldn't somehow sense that Daddy had spent the last seven hours getting pounded in every possible position while Mommy watched. "Great," was Lauren's answer, while Janie's was a less enthusiastic, "Ok." She asked Mark if he got all his work done. "Oh, I got it done," he said slyly, caressing my clothed member underneath the table. I can't wait until Janie's next visit.