2 comments/ 157464 views/ 13 favorites Hammer Time! By: gotwood49 "Now, listen," he said to me, in a very serious tone of voice. "I'm in and out of town a lot in my business, so I'm relying on you to use your best judgment when it comes to construction details. Anything else, my wife can probably handle, or she can contact me." I shook his hand and said, "That's why you hired me. I'll make sure it's built right. You just make sure the check doesn't bounce!" Old Mr. Tightass loosened up a little at that, and we both laughed. It was obvious I wouldn't have to worry about the money. The house, as it stood, was worth 3 to 4 hundred grand, he owned his own insurance agency, and there were two Lexus' in the garage. The addition I was to build would add almost 3,000 square feet to the total. As I watched him drive away, I envied him immensely. I was also glad I wouldn't have him looking over my shoulder all the time, questioning every detail. I could tell he was a control freak. His wife, who I had already met, seemed a lot less controlling, not to mention being a whole lot better looking! I got my crew to work, setting up temporary dimension lines and laying out batter boards, asking them to keep the noise to a minimum until after around 8:00, the time the owner had said his wife would be awake. Sure enough, at about 7:55, Mrs. Weldon made the scene. She stopped work immediately, as my crew caught their first sight of her. She was already dressed, but casually, in little shorts and a tank top, and she looked incredible! Tall and slim, with long, tanned legs and a tiny waist, she looked like a life-sized Barbie. That tank top clearly defined her breasts, which were very respectable. They stood out proudly, the nipples making little tents in the front of her top. She had long honey-blonde hair, which she had pulled up and clipped on top of her head, leaving little blonde strands framing either side of her gorgeous face, and fiercely blue eyes. She could have been a model. "Hi, Brad," she called, and I walked over to her. My crew was watching her intently, unwilling to let me have her to myself. "Good morning," I said. "I hope we didn't wake you too early." She just laughed softly, and shook her head. "Actually," she finally said, "I've been watching you out here for almost an hour. Quite impressive, I might add." Her eyes roamed over the rapidly changing back yard, then she fixed me in her gaze. "Has my husband asked you how long the construction will take?" I laughed. "Yes, of course," I answered. "And he's already trying to get me to beat that deadline!" She held me steadily in those blue eyes as I spoke, then smiled broadly. "Well,..." she began, and paused, letting her smile turn kind of sly. "Don't get finished too soon. I don't like men who rush through things. And I kind of like the company." With that, she turned to walk back into the house, and 5 pairs of eyes watched her little behind as she went. I don't know if anybody else was sporting a woody, but I was beginning to! We settled into our work after that, beginning the digging of the footers and tearing into the siding on the house, where our framing would join the old construction. At noon we broke for lunch. It was getting hot. I was getting into my truck, preparing to head down to a nearby Subway, when I heard my name being called. I looked toward the house, and Mrs. Weldon was standing just outside her back door. She had changed into a pair of tight white jeans and a low-cut red blouse. As usual, she looked very striking. Great, I thought! Now I'll miss most of lunch, explaining to her what we were doing, and how the work was going! Rather reluctantly, I followed her into the house. Once inside, I saw she had laid out a complete lunch for two! There was bread, salad, and piles of sliced roast beef, ham, turkey, and Swiss cheese. "Wow," I said. "I hope you didn't go to all this trouble for me." She was already pulling two cokes from the refrigerator, and she laughed. "Not at all," she said. "I have to make sure my daughter eats anyway, so I thought I might as well feed you, too! Besides, I don't think you've met her." I looked around, and she said, "Oh, she'll be along. You know teenagers!" As if on cue, into the kitchen walked a younger, carbon copy of her mom. Blonde hair pulled up, the little wisps hanging down, with the same intense blue eyes, the same perky breasts, and even white jeans and a similar top! "You're talking about me, I can tell," she said to her mother. Then she noticed me, and walked over to me. "Hi, I'm Jennifer," she offered, and I shook her hand. "I'm Brad," I said, and Jennifer giggled. "No shit," she said, turning to give her mother a thumbs-up signal. "You're right, mom. He is cute!" Mrs. Weldon's face went crimson immediately, and she looked away, muttering to her daughter. "God, Jen," she said softly. When she finally looked again at me, she nodded toward her daughter, who was enjoying her mother's embarrassment immensely. "That's what I get, for bringing her into this world?" We all laughed, and she invited me to sit down and make a sandwich for myself. I did, and we had a nice lunch, though Mrs. Weldon ("Marlene, please," she insisted) didn't eat, just sipped on a water with lemon. Jennifer ate like only an 18-year old can, eating some of everything, and guzzling a coke and a half. She kept her eyes on me the whole time, and I began to feel uncomfortable until I felt her foot against my leg. It began stroking up and down my calf slowly. When I looked at her, she just smiled dreamily. I began to get hard for the second time that day. We ate, Jennifer stroked my leg all the way up into my lap, and I tried to keep up a normal conversation. Marlene busied herself in the kitchen as we talked, bending over the countertop as she wiped it clean, and I couldn't help but fantasize about her as her teenage daughter got closer and closer to my hard-on with her foot. I don't think I even tasted my sandwich! "Jennifer, what are you doing?" She had just reached the hardness of my cock when her mother noticed her, slouching lower and lower into her chair. "I've told you: don't slouch! It makes your back weak." Jennifer looked knowingly at me, sighed, and slid back up. "God, mom, don't have a kitten," she whined. "It's not like I do it all the time." Then she looked at me again. "Though maybe I should," she said softly, and smiled. I heard my men getting back to work, and announced to Marlene that I had to go, also. I thanked her for the wonderful lunch, and she walked over to me as I got up. "It was my pleasure," she said, again fixing me with those clear blue eyes. "I hope you'll eat with us again tomorrow." I promised that I would, glancing across to Jennifer, who was studying the obvious bulge in my jeans with great interest. "Maybe you'll join us, too," I said to her, and she smiled a cat-like smile. I hoped we wasn't being too obvious in front of her mother, "Ohhhh, yeah," she purred. It happened three days later. Marlene told me that she had a bridge club date every Thursday morning, but that she would be back by noon, and that lunch would be ready, as it had been every day so far. Mr. Weldon was out of town again, but should be in before we left for the day. She said she knew he would be impressed with our progress outside. Jennifer had left earlier with some other girl for the beach. The weather didn't look too good, so we were really racing to get the walls up and braced in preparation for the trusses. I always feel better when we can get the building closed in. That way, even if it rains, I can keep the whole crew busy doing interior work. Today was not to be, though. About 9:45, it let loose. Thunder, lightning, wind, all came up seemingly out of nowhere. We hurried to get our tools picked up and our materials covered, but we all got soaked. The guys ran for their trucks as I made sure everything was secured. Damn! I thought. I should leave a note for Marlene. I ran out to my truck, and grabbed my legal pad from the seat. I scribbled an apology, then went to stick it in the edge of the door, hoping it would stay dry enough to read when she found it. As I hunched outside the door in the rain, though, attempting to wedge it into the weatherstrip, I noticed a movement inside. I looked through the glass, and it was Jennifer. She was dressed, sort of, in a little multi-colored string bikini and flipflops. Her friend stood behind her as Jennifer swung the door open. "Get in here!" she yelled at me. "You want to get struck by lightning?" I certainly didn't, and I gladly stepped inside, shaking the rain from my long hair. "Thanks," I said. "I was just going to leave a note for your mom. About lunch," I added, as I noticed that they were both staring at me. "You're soaked," observed Jennifer. "Here, let me get you some dry clothes of Dad's." She tore off into the house, leaving me looking at her friend, whom she had not introduced. I offered her my hand, and told her my name. "I'm Sandy," she said shyly, taking my hand and shaking it softly. She wouldn't look at me, so I took the opportunity to check her out. She had a towel wrapped around her over her bathing suit, which I could see through the opening in the towel was a little yellow bikini number. It made a nice contrast with her dark skin and black hair. She also had most impressive breasts for a girl her age. They spilled out over the top of both the towel and the bikini top. "Nice to meet you," I ventured, trying not to fall into that uncomfortable silence that usually accompanies a meeting between two total strangers. It didn't work. She stood, looking across the room, silently biting her lower lip. I looked at her from the corner of my eyes. Then Jennifer came back, carrying a shirt and pair of tan slacks. "Here, you can put this on," she said, handing them to me. "I'll put your other clothes in the dryer for a few." I went into the bathroom and began to change, keeping my head close to the door as I listened to their conversation outside. It was obvious they were talking about me. "Did I tell you?" I heard Jennifer say, and Sandy giggled nervously. They both said something I couldn't hear, and laughed again. Then I heard Sandy ask, "Have you?" Jennifer answered boldly, "Not yet. But I bet we could today." This really got my mind working, as I fantasized about the two young girls, so hot and so nearly naked in their little swimsuits, just beyond the door. I slipped out of my jockey shorts, which were also soaked, and slowly stroked my cock, which was getting more and more rigid as I daydreamed. I wished I had time to beat off, but they were still just outside, and would probably wonder what took a man so long to change, so I pulled on the slacks and zipped them up. They were kind of tight, and my hard-on really stood out against my leg. I left the shirt off. Opening the door, I handed the packet of wet clothes to Jennifer. "Go sit down," she called over her shoulder, as she headed for the laundry room. I walked into the living room, waited for Sandy to enter, and lay back on the sofa, spreading my arms across the seat back. Sandy sat on the edge of one of the overstuffed chairs. Her towel was gone now, I noticed, and her big tits hung tantalizingly between her crossed arms. "So, do you go to school with Jennifer?" I asked, and she nodded, finally looking at me directly. I saw her eyes go to the thick snake inside my slacks, and a smile crossed her lips. "Uh, yeah," she kind of stammered. "We've got two classes together. We've been friends for a long time." She couldn't seem to take her eyes off my cock, and I felt it grow a little. I watched her eyes register the movement. Finally Jennifer entered the room, and sat down next to me. "Whats'a matter?" she asked her friend, impishly, "Are you afraid of Brad?" She leaned over me, looked at Sandy, and put her hand on my chest. I felt the firmness of her breast against my arm. "Is he everything I told you he was? C'mon, girl, get over here!" Sandy complied, sitting on my other side. Her leg was warm against mine. She smelled like baby powder. "Brad," Jennifer said softly. "I hope you don't think we're too forward. It's just that..." She paused, running her fingers through the hair on my chest. "Well, mom's gone, all the guys are gone, and it's just you and us. I've been waiting for this," she breathed into my ear. Well, what could I do? I drew both my arms around the girls, pulling them in close to me. "Damn rainy days," I muttered, and turned to my left. Jennifer's mouth went open, and we began a long, intense kiss. During that time, her hand found my cock, rubbing it urgently through the slacks. Sandy just waited, letting her hand graze across my chest, until I broke my kiss with Jennifer. Then she leaned into me, and we kissed. We went back and forth, both girls getting in their time, mouths open and wet. Finally I had to do something. With my arms around their shoulders, I couldn't get at them, and I wanted them both naked. Now. I slipped from their embrace and climbed up from the couch. "All right," I heard Jennifer say, as I reached for the zipper. I was facing away from them as I let the slacks fall. I turned, and they both stared at my erection. Sandy said, "Damn!" "Dad's pants never got such a workout," Jennifer quipped, and leaned forward. Her little hand gripped my cock, and she brought her mouth to it, taking it between her lips. She sucked hungrily at the head, running her tongue along the underside of the shaft. I let her suck it for a few seconds, then pulled back. "I think you two need to get naked," I said, and stood with my hands on my hips, waiting. They looked at each other and smiled. Then they began to shed the bathing suits. It didn't take long. A couple of tugs on some strings, some hiking down over their hips, and both girls reclined on the sofa, naked and willing. I got to work. I turned first to Sandy. Her glorious tits heaved in expectation as I sank to my knees, pushing her legs apart. Her pussy glistened bright pink in the middle of a forest of thick, black pubic hair. I nuzzled my nose up into that hair, smelling her desire. When my tongue reached her pussy lips, I heard her sharp intake of breath. "Mmmm," I moaned, lapping my tongue up and down her soft slit, and she soon answered with a moan of her own. I tickled her clit with the tip of my tongue, and tasted her sweet nectar. A few more slow licks and her thighs closed around my head, and she began to shake. I licked more furiously. "Oh, god!" she yelled. I licked her again. Was she coming already? Her hips pumped up towards my face, and she began to grunt in unison with my tongue-strokes. Soon I felt her legs stiffen, and a flood of warm, sweet juice washed over my tongue. "Ohhhhhh, ggooodddd!" she groaned, as her orgasm took her over. She bellowed her pleasure at the ceiling as she came. I rode it out, my mouth never leaving her pulsating pussy, until at last she collapsed under me, and I knew she was done. I lifted my face and smiled at her. Her eyes were half-closed, but she was watching me, and she stuck out her tongue. "My god," she panted. Jennifer, meanwhile, had left the room, but soon returned with something in her hand. "Jesus, you guys are animals!" she crowed. Flopping down next to Sandy, she spread her own thighs. "Do me next," she said brightly, and lifted the object to her mouth. It looked like a pink rubber dildo. I began to comply with her order. Jennifer's cunt was prettier than Sandy's. The hair was light and wispy, and her pussy lips more delicate. She smelled muskier, though. Of course, I didn't mind. How many times does a guy my age get to eat 18-year old pussy, anyway? I began to work on it, starting as I did on Sandy: slowly, teasing the nerve ends with the tip of my tongue. Soon I felt her begin to respond, and heard the tell-tale sigh that signaled her giving in to the pleasure. I looked up, and Sandy was fondling Jennifer's right breast, pulling on the little pink nipple with her fingers. Jennifer herself was pleasuring the left, and sucking on the rubbery dildo, which was I saw was double-ended. I wondered if they would end up sharing it while I watched. After a while Jennifer came, though not as violently as Sandy had. She kept her eyes tightly shut, and let out a long, low moan, ending with a series of high-pitched squeals as the pleasure washed over her. Then she was done. I rose from between her legs, my dick sorely in need of a release. I didn't want just Jennifer's mouth this time, sweet as it was. I wanted some pussy! I looked over at Sandy. She smiled eagerly, and again spread her legs. Jennifer stopped me, though, as I was descending onto her. "Do her from behind," she said in a husky voice. Sandy obediently pulled her legs together and rose from the sofa. Turning away from me, she leaned over and planted her hands on the back of the couch. "Be gentle," she said. I took her hips in my hands and aimed my aching erection at the gaping pink target before me. She was already leaking juices onto her inner thighs as I slid into her. She spread her legs widely. Her hungry cunt swallowed me completely. "Awww, god," she hissed, as I split her open. My light brown pubic hair meshed with her own dark curls as I stood, completely immersed in her pussy. I flexed my cock a couple of times, and felt her cervix. Then I withdrew, and began to stroke in and out of her, slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness around me. Jennifer moved around behind me, pushing and pulling on my hips as I fucked her friend. "Fuck her deep," she exhorted. "Fuck her real good." She slid her hand around to my ass, and I felt her middle finger at my asshole. It pressed insistently, and eventually she slipped it beyond the tight ring of my anus. I loosened up, not wanting her to tear something. "What are you doing?" I asked, between strokes into and out of Sandy's slick, tight pussy. It actually felt pretty good, and her fingertip, which was now against my prostate, was keeping me from coming too quickly. "You'll like this," she said, and removed her finger. It was replaced by something else. I suspected, from its size, that it was the pink dildo. It pressed against me until I again loosened my sphincter, and then it popped inside. It felt huge, but I kept up the rocking motion of my hips, and she fed it slowly into me. Soon it was deep inside my ass. Jennifer's hand then went around my balls, and she began to squeeze them gently. "Feel good?" she asked, and I had to admit to myself that it did. I simply groaned my approval, and she laughed as she fondled my nuts. Soon I was fucking into Sandy with purposeful strokes, and Jennifer was stroking both my balls and Sandy's pussy. Sandy began to orgasm. "Ohhhhh, god!" she grunted. "Ohhhhhhhh, my GOD!!!" Her knees began to buckle, so I slid my hands under her belly to help hold her up. I fucked her wildly now, the rubber dildo flopping behind me as I thrust in and out. I could feel her abdomen contracting as she came, and I soon went over the edge, too. Jennifer, with her hand still around my balls, knew it, and yanked the dildo from my ass as I began to shoot what felt like a gallon of cum into Sandy's pussy. "ARRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!" I had never felt an orgasm so intense. It seemed I would never stop spasming, though my output had long since ceased, I was sure. I stroked in and out of her like a madman, unwilling to let the sensations stop, and she came again and again. Finally I slowed to a stop. Sandy was dead weight in my hands, completely spent. I didn't know if she was even conscious! Soon she stirred, though, and I let her slide down onto the couch. Jennifer slipped in next to her. "My turn," she said, her eyes staring at my slippery, half-erect dick. Then she turned to her friend. "Wanna suck it?" she asked. Sandy moaned, turning over onto her back. She glanced at my dripping cock, then at Jennifer. Hammer Time! Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Still Lots Of Nailing To Do! The job was going well, especially lately. We had the addition closed in, siding on, and the roofers had finished with the shingles. The drywall was up and taped, and waiting for the painters. All that was left was the exterior, and later, the interior trim. Mr. Weldon, though he wasn't around much, was nevertheless very happy, according to his wife, Marlene. She delivered his checks to me every week, right on schedule, joking with me that he was robbing from her allowance money! She needn't worry. I didn't think I had seen her in the same outfit twice in the two months that I'd been working there, and she looked great in every one! We continued our daily habit of having lunch in her kitchen, though she rarely ate. She seemed happy just to have someone to talk to. Her conversation, though not rude or blatant, always seemed to have just a bit of tease in it, and I often went back to work with an uncomfortable lump in my jeans. And, of course, there was Jennifer. Lovely, teasing, Jennifer! Sometimes she was there for lunch with us, sometimes not, but she was always there on Thursdays, when Marlene played bridge with her friends. On those days I was usually inside the house by 9:00, shortly after Marlene left, and by 9:30 we were both naked, fucking like two sex-starved rabbits! She really did have a voracious sexual appetite for an18 year-old, and no end of ideas for us to try. I was taking Viagra on a daily basis, just to keep up with her, and she loved that I could stay hard for hours. Oftentimes Sandy, her big-titted friend, would be there. She seemed to be making every possible excuse to drop by, a fact that Marlene had obviously noticed. "Looks like your little girlfriend is here again," she would jokingly say, whenever Sandy would arrive. Then, as soon as Marlene would leave for bridge, into the house I would go, and fuck the two of them for the next couple of hours. Sandy loved to take it doggy-style, and I would usually finish her from behind as she crouched on all fours, our skin slick with each other's sweat and her ass high in the air, until she collapsed from so many orgasms. Occasionally she would even clean me with her own mouth, for she had developed a healthy appetite for the taste of her own pussy on my cock. Jen loved to watch Sandy and I make love. She would sometimes slither beneath Sandy, watching my cock split those plump pussy lips, and rub Sandy's clit softly. Then she would insert her hand between us, feeling the slap of my pelvis on Sandy's slit as I hammered into her. I think she wanted Sandy to reciprocate in some way, but Sandy made it clear that she loved men, and men only. "That's it! Fuck her hard!" she would yell, and I would pick up my pace until my cock was a blur, going in and out of Sandy's hairy hole. This really excited Jennifer, and I would no more than withdraw from Sandy's steamy cunt, than Jennifer would whirl around, slurping my dripping member deep into her talented little mouth while she maneuvered herself to give me access to her own hungry pussy. I was more than happy to slip between those slick little lips again, and finish her off, as well! I was starting the exterior trim this week, and I had sent the rest of my crew off to begin framing on a 'spec' house we had been asked to build. They departed grudgingly, kidding me that I was going to have a heart attack one of these Thursdays, and who would be there to call the paramedics? I knew they would miss the sight of Marlene as well, for work always stopped when she came out to survey the construction or to confer with me. Of course, she didn't fail to notice this, either, and would sometimes look at them quizzically and say, "What?" as if she were completely oblivious to the effect she had on them. She loved it when they averted their eyes, embarrassed to be caught! Promptly at 8:00 AM, Marlene made her appearance. I was outside, cutting miters on the ends of a piece of window trim, and didn't see her approach me from behind. "Hey," she said, softly. I turned, and was delighted to see her in one of her pairs of tiny workout shorts, her long tanned legs displayed to great advantage. She wore a torn half-top over her spandex sports bra. It hung far out over her flat, tanned stomach. Her hair was pulled back in a girlish ponytail. I took a moment to take her all in. "Well, hey yourself," I said, grinning lewdly at her. "Is it lunchtime already?" I licked my lips like a cartoon dog and laughed. She smirked at me and said, "No, silly. I'm off to Cathy's, then to the gym. I just wanted to tell you, there's cold drinks in the fridge. Just help yourself." She smiled kind of slyly and said, "I'll be back for lunch later, though, if you think you can wait." I told her, only half-jokingly, that I would wait forever! She turned to leave, hesitated, and looked back. "Jen's gone, too," she said pointedly, and walked off. I watched her make her way across the newly sodded yard toward the back door, admiring the view and wondering what she had meant. No matter. It looked like I was doing nothing today but trimwork! A couple of hours later, I laid my tool belt aside and went into the kitchen to get a soda. I stood there, enjoying the air conditioning and Marlene's fragrance, which still hung in the air, when I noticed a pair of silky panties on the floor beneath the table. In Marlene's house, which was usually so orderly, they seemed incongruous. Had she dropped them on her way to the laundry room? I bent to pick them up, and, on an impulse, put them to my nose. They'd been worn, that was for sure. The musky aroma wafting from them was unmistakable, but I wondered: were they Marlene's, or Jennifer's? They weren't the usual thongs that Jennifer wore, but on more than one occasion she had also worn little lacy numbers that cupped her ass cheeks lovingly. Once I even tore a pair off her! I began to get hard just thinking about it. I sniffed again, knowing I couldn't forget the smell of Jen's musky cunt, and wondering if her mother's also exuded that same degree of muskiness. Just then I heard the key in the front door, and I knew Marlene was back! I quickly stuffed the panties into my pocket, and leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to look casual as I finished off my Coke. "Hey!" she said, coming around the corner and noticing me. "You just now taking a break?" I gulped, trying to slow my racing heart, and answered her. "Yeah," I said. "It's getting hot out there." I felt like the purloined panties were burning a hole in my pocket! "Whew! Tell me about it!" she exclaimed. "I'm soaking wet, myself." She pulled the top off over her sports bra, and I could see the beads of perspiration on the tops of her breasts. "There," she sighed. "That feels better, already." As she stood there beneath the air conditioning supply vent, eyes closed, I watched her, trying to imagine the little panties I held in my pocket, on her. I stripped her down in my mind and re-dressed her, just like you would with a Barbie doll. It was getting me hard again, as I often got when I looked at her. Then I noticed her eyes were open, and on me. "What?" she said, just as she did when she caught my crew looking at her, and laughed. She knew just how sexy she looked, standing with legs apart and her chest thrust out, and she had to know I wanted her, after all this time. I decided that this was the moment to see. I set my canned drink down deliberately and walked over to her. She didn't move, but her eyes never left mine as I approached her. I stopped with my face inches from hers, and moved my hand to her waist. "Marlene..." I began, but she put her hands up between us, holding them against my chest. "Shhhh," she said. "I don't want you to say anything." Her eyes bored into mine for a long moment, and then softened. Her mouth fell open, and I leaned into her and covered it with my own. That first kiss was so good. Her mouth was soft and compliant, and when I slipped my tongue between her lips she opened it wider, allowing me full access. I felt her tongue touch mine tentatively, then began to tangle with it. Soon we were panting into each other's mouths, and her hands went around my back. I pulled her into me, letting her feel my hardness. Suddenly she snatched the panties from my pocket! I pulled away in horror, but when I looked at her face, she was smiling broadly. "Caught'cha!" she teased, and laughed out loud. I started to stammer an apology, and she laughed even harder. Needless to say, the moment was over between us. I dropped my hands from her waist, and backed away, my head down. "Oh, come on," she said, now aware of my embarrassment. "I saw them sticking out of your pocket, and I couldn't resist." Then her voice got stern, and she said, "Just what have you been doing with Jennifer's undies?" She held them up with one finger stuck through the leg hole, and twirled them around, smiling again as she stared at me, enjoying the conflicting emotions that were running across my face. Then she winked and said huskily, "Did you think they were mine?" I didn't know what I thought. Was she mad at me, or just teasing me? I told her I didn't know whose they were, but that I wanted her, and had wanted her since the first time I saw her. She paused, seeming to consider this, and suddenly threw the panties at my face. "Gotta catch me!" she yelled, and then ran toward the back of the house. For the next five minutes we played games. Every time I would catch her and plant a kiss on those lips, she would pretend to give in to me, then suddenly bolt out of my reach and run for the door. Finally we ended up back in the kitchen, where I pinned her up against the corner of the countertop. Our lips locked permanently then, as she began to tear at my t-shirt, and I pulled the sports bra up over those wonderfully full breasts. "Oh, god," she panted. "I've been wanting this for a long time." She snatched the shirt up over my head and threw it into the other room, smiling decadently at me. "I want you in the worst way," I said, cupping those globes. I ran my thumbs over the nipples, which sprang outward. "I want to make love to you in every room of the house." "Like you did to Jennifer?" she asked. My head began to buzz, and I couldn't hear anything correctly. Did she say what I thought she said? I looked at her, but her face was a mask. She neither smiled nor seemed angry. The world seemed to have stopped for a few seconds, and I just stood and stared at her. "Marlene, I..." Again she shushed me. "Brad," she said. "I know all about you two, or should I say, you three. Did you think that 18 year-olds could keep a secret? By the way, very impressive!" I smiled, a little shyly, for she laughed out loud at me. "Well, I can't take all the credit," I said. "Thank god for Viagra!" Again she laughed, and spoke in that husky voice, dripping with sensuality. "Well, I hope you've got a good supply..." We groped each other as we kissed, slowly ridding each other of our clothes. I pushed her little shorts down her legs, and she stepped out of them, revealing a beautiful shaved pussy. No panties! When she dropped to her knees to untie my work boots, my cock was as long and as hard as it's ever been, and she kissed the end as she reached for my laces. "Wow, Viagra does that?" she said, gazing hungrily at my erection. "I've gotta tell my husband about this!" Then she wrapped her supple lips around my cock and began to slide her mouth up and down the shaft. I groaned my approval, and she sucked me half a dozen times, her hands tightly gripping my ankles. "Okay," she said at last, abruptly stopping her delicious teasing. I was just beginning to rock my hips forward and back, gripping the edge of the countertop, and I didn't want this to end. She snatched at my shoelaces again, though, and said, "Let's get you out of these clothes." I obediently lifted my feet, one at a time, as she peeled away first my socks and shoes, and then my jeans. Then I leaned back and watched, as she took me into her mouth again. Oh my god, it was good! This blonde angel, ponytail and all, was so beautiful and so sexy there on her knees before me, her bright blue eyes wide open and staring up at me as she worked her oral magic on my cock, that it was all I could do not to blow my load right into the back of her throat! She knew how to prevent that, though, as every time I felt myself getting close, she would feel it, too. Then she would pull away from me and, smiling wickedly, squeeze my cock real tightly, right at the base, until the moment passed. Then she would lick the oozing flood of pre-cum from the end of it, and begin again. Soon I could take no more, and I told her I was going to come. She groaned loudly, wanting it, too, and held me in her mouth as I shook, my knees about to give out. Then I felt it begin. This tidal surge, starting in my balls, roared up the length of my shaft and exploded into her waiting mouth like a cannon shot. "Ahhhhh, GOD!" I yelled, as the first gob hit the back of her throat. She gagged, and I felt her lips loosen around my cock. Then she swallowed, just as the second spurt hit her. This too she swallowed immediately, and even stroked her lips down my throbbing dick as she waited for the rest. That really sent me off, and the next load was as big as the first, followed by many more. She took it all, hungrily, savoring the salty servings I was delivering, her hands gripping my thighs tightly. I watched her face, wishing this could go on forever. Finally, though, I was spent. She looked up at me again as she allowed my cock to fall from her lips. "Mmmmmm," she smiled. "You sure know how to reward a woman." "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," I promised, pulling her up to me and kissing her again. I spun her around and slid my hands to her waist, lifting her easily up onto the countertop. She spread her legs obligingly, and I saw how wet she was. Her hairless lips were shiny with her juices. I leaned into her to kiss her, and my cock slipped between those lips like it was going home! She gasped as I penetrated her, and began to rock forward, wanting more of me inside her. I was only about halfway in, and her pussy was already gripping me tightly. "Oh, yeah," she hissed, her voice shaking with desire. "That feels soooo good." She was looking down, watching my cock split her pussy, and breathing hard. I slid further in and then back out, loving the sheen her cunt put on my veiny shaft. She was watching intently, gasping as I slowly rocked in and out of her. "Oh my god," she said. "You're so hard!" I was, too. My dick felt like a bar of steel as I worked it in and out of her, its stiffness contrasting with the rubbery softness of her shaven cunt. I wasn't ready to come again, not for a long time; but I wanted her to, so I pulled out of her and sunk to my knees. This put my face right at her slippery love hole, and she set her thighs on my shoulders as I began to lick her. I began with fleeting little half-licks, just touching her lips a few times and then pulling back. This elicited a sigh each time I made contact, and soon she was trembling and rocking her pelvis back and forth. I saw her lips begin to open, like a shiny pink flower, and I blew softly on her. I heard her moan. Then I licked her again. After a few minutes of this teasing, she was humping forward, trying to bring herself onto my face, and panting rapidly. I then licked the end of one finger and slid it just inside her. I heard her intake of breath, and then she began to come. "Oh, god," she sighed, as the orgasm spread slowly through her body. She began to shake, her ass coming completely off the counter as it built, until at last she was whimpering steadily, her voice becoming more urgent by the moment. I teased her clit then, and she gasped. "Oh, yeah!" She yelled. "Oh, yeah! Oh, god, YEAH!" At that moment I slid my finger deep into her, and planted my mouth over her pussy, licking rapidly. She went off, bucking wildly as I licked, her legs squeezing my head tightly. Her voice disintegrated into a series of groans, punctuated by little yelps. I continued to lap at her, enjoying the surge of her juices onto my tongue, until she could take no more pleasure, and pushed my head away suddenly with her hands. "God!" she groaned, as she began to relax. "I can't stand any more. Please..." I lifted her legs from my shoulders. They felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each, so exhausted were they. She was sprawled back across the countertop, and I saw as I stood that she had knocked over a spice rack and other knickknacks that had formerly stood on the counter. She didn't seem to have noticed. She just lay there, a contented smile on her face. "You," she said softly. "You should be declared lethal!" Then she stuck her tongue out at me and said, "Get me up off of here!" I gladly pulled her up, for I had lots more ideas for her, and I looked forward to getting her onto something more comfortable for both of us. "Okay," I said. "That's the kitchen." She laughed huskily, and as I lifted her to carry her from the room, she groaned in mock resignation. "Just my luck, my house had to have so many rooms!" she said, locking her legs around my waist and laughing. I took her straight to her bedroom. There I eased her down onto the bed, and she spread her legs widely as she looked up at me with a sultry look in her eyes. I just stood and stared. She was so sexy, so beautiful! As I watched her, she moved her hand between her legs and began to pleasure herself. I put my hand on my cock, as well, and stroked myself slowly as she manipulated her sex, never taking her eyes off me. Soon I saw her eyes begin to lose their focus, and I knew she was getting off. I jacked myself harder as I heard her little moans turn into longer, more insistent sighs. They built in intensity until she was rubbing one hand frantically across her mound, her other kneading and tugging on her nipple. She arched her back suddenly, and came. "Oh! Ohhh! Auuuurrrrggghhhh, GOD!" she cried, and I heard her get all squishy as she closed her legs around her hand. Her fingers worked her pussy as she climaxed, until after long moments she was spent. She collapsed back into the pillows, breathing hard. When finally she opened her eyes, she smiled up at me. "I don't usually do that with an audience," she said, kind of sheepishly, but knowing how much I enjoyed watching her. "I know. Now it's my turn to please you." I eased down onto the bed, slipping into her embrace. I kissed her deeply. "I want you so badly," I said, as I slipped into her slippery entrance, and she moved against me. I was so hot for her! I stroked slowly in and out, loving the feel of her moist tightness on my cock. For the next 15 minutes we fucked slowly, until I came. It was not a frantic climax; just an easy release of my pent-up passion, but it triggered another orgasm in her, and I felt her grip my cock as she stiffened beneath me. Only a long sigh escaped her lips. I watched her face intently, as it changed from a jaw-clenching tightness to a relaxed kind of stare. Then I kissed her again. "You're still hard," she observed. Then she smiled. "Gotta love that Viagra!" I told her I would give her time to recover, but that I wanted her over and over. She smiled wickedly and pushed me off her. Then, turning onto her stomach, she reached for her pillows. These she stuffed under her stomach as she got on her knees. "There's some lube in the dresser drawer," she said, looking around at me. "I want you again...in my ass." I watched her as I applied the lube to the head of my cock. Such a beautiful ass it was! I couldn't believe she was allowing me access to such a sacred place, but there it was, and she squirmed a little in anticipation as she made herself ready for me. I coated one finger with the lube, and touched her little brown button tentatively. She raised her hips to me, inviting me. Hammer Time! Ch. 02 "Yes," she said softly. "Mmmmm, that's it." I worked the tip of my finger against the star of her ass until she relaxed, and it slid in past the first tight ring. She moaned again, and pushed back against me, taking more. I told her to take it slowly, and moved it inside her a little. She began to relax more, and I could soon slide it in and out with little resistance. It was time for another finger. She stiffened when my two fingers together pushed against her back entrance, but she soon allowed them in, side by side. I slathered the lube around, then withdrew. As I touched her butt with my cock she said, "Be gentle." I assured her I wouldn't hurt her, and then pushed it against her opening and waited. She began to back into me, and finally I popped past her anal ring. She tightened around me momentarily, and then slowly relaxed. God, it felt good! As soon as I was sure she could accommodate me, I began to push into her. The lubricant eased my passage, and I eventually buried myself deep inside her. I felt her hand slide between her belly and the pillows, and she began to rub her pussy. "Oh god, that feels so good," she said, working her clit with her fingers. This sent her nearer the edge, and she relaxed even more as I slowly stroked in and out, in and out. Soon I slid my hands to her slender waist, and I began to fuck her more and more aggressively, as her breathing intensified. She went off suddenly, crying out her pleasure as her cunt began to spasm, and her colon followed suit. I drove into her with abandon now, ravaging her ass, and she flailed her head, the ponytail swinging wildly, as my pelvis banged against her backside. "Omigod! Ohhhh, Oh, if feels..." She clenched her ass around me as I drove. "...so GOOOOOD!" That put me over the top, and I flooded her ass with my hot semen. Gripping her waist, I held myself deep inside her as my testicles emptied, my head thrown back, roaring my pleasure. Finally it was over. I slumped over her back, and we both rolled off the pile of pillows. I held her against me, my dick still hard, as I kissed and nuzzled the back and sides of her neck. She laughed at the tickling my moustache gave her, and looked over her shoulder at me. "God," she said. "Aren't you tired of me yet?" I cupped her breasts with my hands and gave them each a playful squeeze. "Are you kidding? With all these toys to play with?" I teased, and then I rolled her over to face me again. She looked so sexy there, in my arms! Inserting my knee between her thighs, I lifted her leg. The scent of her pussy made me even hornier. "Besides," I said, "We've only done it in two rooms. So far." Hammer Time! Ch. 03 Author's note: Due to a surprising number of requests, I'm continuing my tale of construction-related experiences. I hope you enjoy! * Leaning back, I watched the top of the blonde head as it slowly withdrew from my abdomen. Jennifer looked up at me and smiled, then wiped her tongue across her top row of teeth. "Now, this is like old times, Brad," she breathed, winking. "Why don't you come around anymore?" Without waiting for an answer, she slid her lips around the head of my cock and moved forward once again, her eyes still on my face. I couldn't speak. Four months after finishing the addition to her parent's house, I'd been seeing her mother on a regular basis, but Marlene didn't want me telling her daughter, for fear of her becoming jealous, and slipping the truth to Mr. Weldon. You see, Marlene had found out about my having been with Jennifer and her friend Sandy, and was willing to overlook it if I didn't see the girls anymore. I agreed. I was falling in love with Marlene, and though I knew she would never seek a divorce from her wealthy husband, we had begun meeting at my place whenever she could get free. Jennifer had been out of my life, since. Until today. One thing about the grocery store: it's a great place to look at women! I'd been glancing down the deli counter at an attractive young mother with a young child in a stroller when a familiar voice whispered in my ear. "Hi, handsome," Jen had breathed, and immediately slid her arms around my waist. I recognized the voice, and wasn't entirely unhappy to hear it again. She was one of the horniest teenagers I'd ever known, and, like her mother, she could make me hard with just a sexy smile. I leaned back into her. "Hello, Jen," I said, savoring the feel of those round, firm breasts against my back, and her hand, which was sliding toward the waistband of my jeans. I chuckled. "Are you gonna do me right here, hon?" Her soft moan told me she'd like to, but she pulled her hands from my waist, and let me turn to face her. I looked into her hungry eyes, then up and down her body. "You look fabulous," I told her. It wasn't a lie. She wore a thin purple sweater, her two prominent nubs practically exploding through the material, and a faded short jean skirt, with boots. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into two pigtails, making her look younger than her 19 years...and very, very sexy! My cock began to register its approval. We chit-chatted for a few minutes, during which she ordered a sub sandwich for herself, and I watched the men in the store watching her. At last she suggested we leave, and have a drink together somewhere. This led to a few more drinks, and inevitably to my place, where she'd wasted no time making small talk. "So," she leered. "Ya wanna fuck me now?" I smiled at her and grabbed a big double handful of firm breast meat, confirming that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath the sweater. (God, I love sweaters, especially when they're holding a 19-year old body like hers!) "Blow me, first," I teased. I didn't think she'd argue. She slid to her knees. As I watched her head bob back and forth over my cock, I couldn't help but think about the similarities, once again, between Jennifer and her mother. Both were gorgeous blondes with startling blue eyes; both were slim and athletic, and they shared a genuine love of sex. Of course, Marlene had 20 years on her daughter, but that only made her more attractive to a middle-aged guy like me. I wondered what I'd tell Marlene, if she heard about this, from Jen. As the charge built at the base of my nuts, though, I quickly forgot about that. * * * Marlene stretched across me, taking her glass from the bedside table. I watched her lean body, and the way her tits swelled over her ribcage, and couldn't resist putting my hands on her again. She nestled into me as I stroked the smooth skin of her waist and ass. Laying her head on my chest, she spoke softly. "Brad. Honey?" she asked, and I groaned, thinking she had some bad news for me. "Don't tell me," I said. "He's coming back into town this afternoon." I dreaded it, when I couldn't see her. Her husband wasn't gone nearly enough. She chuckled. "No," she said teasingly. "We've still got another day, unless I call him and tell him some carpenter is stalking me. That might bring him home." She paused, considering. "No, probably not even that," she laughed. I loved her laugh. It was like the sound of sunshine on an overcast day, if that could be heard. It exactly complemented her good looks, and made her seem that much sexier to me. I waited, hoping she would give me the pleasure of more laughter, but she got serious again. "Brad, I want to talk to you about something. It concerns my daughter." I'm sure she felt me tense up, but she hurried to put my mind at ease. "Oh, I know you fucked Jennifer again, the other day. She told me as soon as she got home." She raised up to look me in the eye. "I know you can't help it. Jen is...attractive. She's young, and vital, and I'm sure she has the sexual appetite of a normal 19-year old." "Times ten," I interjected. "She's her mother's daughter, after all." She laughed that laugh again, and I kissed her. "Regardless of all that, you horny carpenter," she chuckled, "I don't want this getting out of hand." Her voice turned serious again. "Brad, if she's doing it, I can't think of anyone I'd feel better about her doing it with..." I looked at her, my brow furrowing, waiting for the rest of her thought. She took a while, then continued, as I watched the emotions play across her pretty features. "She and I had a long talk about you," she said, smiling as she watched my eyebrows raise in surprise. "It's okay, honey. It was all good, believe me. We came to an understanding, of sorts." I waited. She took a deep breath and continued. "Brad, I want you to make love to us both. Together." She laughed at my expression. "Tough assignment, huh?" she joked. She put her hand on the side of my face, trying to gauge my reaction. I didn't know quite what to say. "Marlene, are you serious?" I asked. "I mean, it's every man's dream, enjoying two seriously beautiful women at the same time, but it's..." I hesitated. I didn't want to call it weird. Marlene wasn't a bad mother; not at all. Jennifer had a healthy love of sex, but she wasn't a slut, nor was her mother. She quieted me with a finger to my lips. "Just promise me you'll think about it," she said. She bent her neck, and began to kiss across my chest, then down my stomach. She slid between my legs, kissing her way onto my rising erection, before taking my slippery cock between her lips. I closed my eyes and leaned back, feeling myself grow in her mouth. Think about it? The mere thought of two of the sexiest women I knew, pleasuring me together, had me rocking my hips, as Marlene let my cock take its pleasure in the warm embrace of her mouth. * * * The next afternoon, I got home from work to find a message on my answering machine. "We'll be there around 6:00 o'clock," Marlene's voice said. "I hope you've thought about what we discussed yesterday." I had, indeed, thought about it. It had been a long day at work, not due to anything concerning the job itself, but owing to my mind's constant mulling over of her offer. I tried to put the weirdness of it all out of my mind, but it kept returning, leaving me feeling alternately guilty; and very, very hard. I tried to envision the two of them together, but I had spent so much mental effort keeping them separated, it was suddenly difficult. The visions I had were very graphic, and fleeting. I had an hour to get the place, and myself, ready. I swallowed the first Viagra and headed for the shower. The apartment could wait. I needed to shave and get cleaned up. A little aftershave and deodorant couldn't hurt, either. Then I would toss all the magazines into some sort of semi-orderly pile, throw out the old newspapers, and try to get the carpet vacuumed, if time allowed. Soaping up under the warm water, the Viagra began to take effect. I let myself fantasize, though I knew that, in less then an hour, I wouldn't have to. All my fantasies were very apt to come true. All the same, whether from the effects of the Viagra or the whirling images in my brain, I was rock-hard by the time I stepped out onto the cold tile floor. I had no time to take care of that, though. I had housework to do! I had just made the bed when I heard the doorbell buzz. I had thrown on a pair of faded Levi's and a Harley-Davidson golf shirt after I shaved, and I hastened to tuck the shirt into my jeans before I got to the door. I wanted to look nice for my date(s)! Running a hand through my long, damp hair, I swung the door open to see the two beautiful blondes standing there. They looked like they could have been on the Swedish Bikini Team, except they weren't dressed in bathing suits. They DID wear matching outfits: white tank tops, black silk jackets left unbuttoned, and tight yellow slacks. They stood, playfully striking a pose like two of Charley's Angels, and burst into laughter when they saw the expression on my face. "You look like a couple of movie stars," I chuckled. "Get in here, before somebody thinks we're being staked out by secret agents!" Marlene put her hand to my face as she passed me in the doorway and whispered, "Hmmm...staked out, huh? Sounds like fun." It was clear what frame of mind she was in. Jennifer, however, was even more blunt. She wrapped her arms around me and opened her mouth as she kissed me. Her tongue pushed its way between my lips and licked at my own as she ground herself against my crotch. Pulling away at last, she smiled at me and stated, "We're gonna fuck you senseless tonight." "Jen! You don't have to tell everybody down the hall," her mother said. She took her arm and pulled her toward the couch. "C'mon," she ordered. "Let's try not to be crude. I'm sure Brad has something for us to drink, first." She suddenly seemed kind of tense, as they both removed their jackets and hung them over a chair. "Indeed I do," I chimed in. I glanced at the two of them as I headed for the kitchen, noting the way they looked at each other as they sat. There was a definite tension in the air, and it wasn't entirely sexual. I sensed that Marlene wasn't entirely sure about her decision, but resigned to it. I wondered if jealousy would come into play, when we began to really get serious. They were, after all, women! I was relieved, when I brought them their drinks, to see them laughing together, and sharing some secret which they wouldn't divulge. "You'll see," was all Marlene said, as she pulled me to the couch between them. Making out with the two of them was wonderful. Sharing me equally, one would kiss me, while the other ran her hands over my shirt and jeans. It wasn't long before Jennifer was tugging at both, anxious to have me naked. As I kissed Marlene's neck, she dragged my Levi's down off my legs, and disposed of them quickly. I'd already swallowed my second Viagra, and I had a hard-on that would scratch glass! Jen soon had it firmly imbedded in her hot young mouth. Marlene allowed me to remove the white tank top that held her perfect breasts. As I sucked at her nipples, I unsnapped her slacks, but she held me from going any farther. "Her turn," she said, nodding at her daughter, and I pulled Jennifer up to me as Marlene took her place between my legs. Jennifer undressed herself for me, proudly displaying her own perfect set of tits, but, like her mother, she kept her pants on. She looked at Marlene, and they smiled knowingly. Then they stood, took my hands, and led me to the bedroom. Marlene retrieved a chair from my breakfast nook, and they bade me sit there, instructing me not to move. As if to insure my compliance, Jennifer pulled my arms behind me, knotted one of my neckties around my wrists, and secured them to the chair back. Next, my legs were secured to the chair legs. She laughed when I asked what I was supposed to do in this position. "You don't do anything," she said mysteriously, pulling the door shut. Marlene was drawing the blinds, which darkened the room considerably. Then she pulled the sheet and blanket off the bed, leaving only the fitted sheet. Jennifer asked me, "Got any candles?" Marlene knew where they were, and retrieved two, which she set on either side of the bed, on the tables there. The flickering light was a little eerie, but showed their bodies off spectacularly as they stood at the foot of the bed. That was obviously their intent. Winking at me, Jennifer pulled a small plastic bottle of oil from the rear pocket of her slacks, and turned to her mother. Marlene obediently slipped her pants down over her hips and stepped out of them. She waited for Jen to do the same. Neither wore panties. Jennifer wiggled her ass at me as Marlene allowed her to pour a small amount of oil across her chest and shoulders. When Marlene looked over at me, my dick was pointing straight up. "Careful," she teased. "We wouldn't want you to pop something!" I watched intently as Jennifer massaged the oil into her mother's skin, leaving her glistening in the flickering light. Marlene closed her eyes as Jen's hands roamed over her body, allowing the girl to turn her around, so she could apply more oil to her back side. As Jen kneeled, working the oil over the smooth skin of Marlene's ass, I could see Marlene moving slightly, pushing back against her daughter's hands. Her legs spread, and Jen's hand slid between her thighs. The sigh Marlene brought forth filled the room. It was followed by a lot of little sighs, as Jennifer rubbed slowly backward and forward, making sure I had a good view of it all. My cock was throbbing like some demented machine, and I was squirming in my chair, pressing my legs against my aching ballsack. Finally, Marlene took the oil from Jennifer, and began applying it to her in the same fashion. Both bodies were glistening in the candlelight when they were through, and they advanced on me, smiling lustily. "Nice show," I said, as they rubbed their oily hands over my chest and body. I opened my legs, inviting them to relieve the pressure in my nuts, but they studiously avoided doing more than brushing against my cock as they kissed and massaged the rest of my body. "Aw, come on," I finally said, when I felt I could take no more. "Help a buddy out, here," I pleaded. This was met with laughter from both women. "Mom?" Jennifer suddenly said. "Yes, Jen. What is it?" Marlene's voice was smoky, laced with lusty overtones. "Wanna lie down?" I watched, groaning to myself, as Jennifer led her mother to the bed, where the two blondes slid onto the sheets, side by side. They began to kiss, legs entangling as their bodies melded into one gleaming, tanned mass of muscle and flesh. It was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen. When Jennifer pushed Marlene onto her back and straddled her, the sight of those two gorgeous pussies grinding together almost made me cum. Marlene then rolled Jen over, and she took her turn on top. Their moans were building in volume and intensity, and I strained against the bindings that held me to the chair. Both women climaxed at some point, moaning noisily for the other's benefit, and I was so close I could feel my blood pounding in my neck. Mercifully, they soon rose, and, together, they kneeled between my outstretched legs. Marlene's eyes were hooded as her hand took my cock, and she slowly began to stroke me. Jennifer leaned in next to her mother, her mouth invitingly open. She licked her lips and begged me, in a breathy voice, to give it to her. It didn't take long. My whole body tightened as I felt my load burning up through my loins. I groaned once, and Marlene released her grip on my dick, leaving it to bob in the air as the cum barreled up my shaft. I squeezed, groaning out loud, and the first volley hit Jennifer squarely on the forehead. Another pulse, and she was catching most of my second ejaculation in her mouth, though some landed across her upper lip and nose, and hung there. Marlene slid her oily hand along my shaft as I pulsed again, and it pushed my climax along. I closed my eyes and let her milk the stringy issue from me with long, deliberate strokes. I imagined I was inside her, her pussy taking the place of her hand, and I came in great pulsating gobs. Jennifer greedily took what she could catch. At last they released me. I was exhausted, muscles sore from tensing against my bonds. With one great sigh, I pulled them both onto the bed with me, and tried to catch my breath while my hands roamed their magnificent bodies. They began to kiss again, soon ignoring me. I could only lay back and watch. This went on for hours, and when it was done, all three of us lay tangled in a breathless mass of oil and bodily fluids, dozing lightly. Jen was the first to rise, as perky as ever after her workout. She headed for the shower, while Marlene and I embraced. "Thank you," I finally murmured into her lips. "I know this probably wasn't easy for you." She kissed me deeply and grunted. "I was jealous every minute you were with her," she admitted. "But, if it means keeping you close, I'd rather be here, with you both." I tightened my grip on her, trying to show my love without having to speak the words. We kissed again; and then again, moving against one another. I didn't think I had enough energy for another time, but I began to grow, and she felt it against her leg. "No, Brad," she said, laughing. "Not again! I don't want you to kill the both of us!" We were still laughing as Jennifer bounded back into the room, naked and wet. "Oh, come on, you guys," she said, looking at my semi-erection. "Honestly, I can't leave you two alone for a second!" We all laughed, then, until she looked pensively at her mother. "What?" Marlene was curious. "It's nothing," her daughter said slowly. "I was just thinking. Mom, do you think I could give Sandy a call?" I rolled my eyes and turned to Marlene, waiting for her decision. Hammer Time! "Eeeyuuuuuu!" she said, and both Jennifer and myself laughed at her. I hefted it and shook it at her, flinging a few strings of our juices into the air. "C'mon, now," I teased. "It's just pussy juice, and some semen. It's good for you!" She wouldn't look at it, though. "Oh, here!" Jennifer yelled, reaching for my meat. She slipped her eager mouth over the end of it, and began to suck. I felt a little twitch, and she got the last little bit of my jism on her tongue. She rolled her eyes comically, smiled, and said, "Mmmmm." She then licked the head once more and raised it toward my belly. She began to lick up and down the underside of my cock, like a lollipop. Within seconds I was as hard as granite, and Jennifer wrapped her lips around the head of my dick again. She managed to get about half my length into her mouth before I hit the back of her throat, and she gagged once. "Easy," I said. "Don't choke on it." She had a serious look of concentration on her face as she worked her lips down my shaft, and I knew she wanted to deep-throat me. I could have just looked at her beautiful face impaled on the end of my cock for a couple of minutes, and probably come that way, but if she wanted to practice on me, so be it! Pulling out, I took her hands in mine, and pulled her with me as I lay back on the floor. She realized what I wanted to do, and straddled my face, facing my cock. At this angle, my dick would curve right down her throat, if she could stifle her gag reflex. Meanwhile, I could graze on the cutest little pussy I'd ever seen! I put my hands on her ass and pulled her down onto my face. Many minutes later, after I had licked her through a couple of orgasms, she managed to take me all the way down. I could feel her chin on my belly as her tongue swabbed the base of my cock. It was heavenly! I began to make slight hunching movements, slowly moving my cock around in the back of her throat, and she handled it like a pro. Soon she was bobbing her head over me, and I was slipping easily in and out of her gullet. I lay there, savoring the feeling as I admired the pussy hovering over my face, and let her do her work. Soon, however, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, and I suddenly wanted to deposit a load of my spunk deep inside her abdomen. I rolled her off me, and motioned for her to lay on her side. I then slid in behind her, cupping those perfect little breasts in my hands as I kissed her neck. She felt my hard-on against her ass, and spread her legs obligingly. I slid between those velvety lips with no trouble. Then it was off to the races. She came once more before I did, and then I let loose with another mighty explosion from the base of my balls. I buried myself as deeply inside her as I could while I delivered my load, and her little cunt milked me for every drop, clutching the base of my cock tightly. When it was over I continued to fondle her tits, unwilling to be done. Sandy had dropped in behind me, and was softly stroking my now-empty balls with one hand as she planted kisses on the back of my neck. "That was awesome," she breathed, and Jennifer agreed with a sigh. We lay like that for a few more minutes, completely satisfied, the rain and the lightning still pounding against the windows. Suddenly Jennifer raised up onto her elbows. "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed. "I'm leaking all over the carpet!" She scrambled out of my embrace and made her way to the bathroom. Sandy giggled at her. Her hand still played with my nuts from behind, and I was getting hard again. "What a spaz," she sighed. I rolled over, my sticky cock slapping against her leg. I kissed her once again and looked questioningly at her. She seemed surprised that a guy my age could get hard again. "Jesus," she said. "Are you serious?" "Well, 'it' seems to be," I answered, and slid in between her thighs. She tightened her legs around my dick, and I began to stroke in and out between them. Suddenly we both heard the sound of a car in the driveway. Jennifer had heard it too, and came running into the living room as she pulled on her robe. "Get up, you guys!" she yelled. "Mom's home!" We both sprang into action. I found the discarded slacks on the floor and pulled them on quickly. Sandy gathered up the pieces of her bathing suit and flew into the bathroom. Jennifer raced around the living room, putting the overturned couch cushions right and retrieving her pink dildo. She stuffed it into the pocket of her robe and sat down as her mother entered the house. I sat at the other end of the sofa. "Oh, hi," Marlene said, as she came into the room and saw us sitting there. She looked twice at me, in her husband's pants, and asked, "Did you get wet?" "I sure did," I said, grinning inside. "Luckily for me, Jennifer and her friend got home from the beach, and she let me change into some dry clothes. I'll have these clean and returned to you tomorrow." Marlene looked dubiously at us and asked, "Where's Sandy?" At that moment, Sandy entered the room, drying her hair with a big fluffy towel. She had on a pair of jeans, but still wore the bikini top. Her big breasts shook as she rubbed the towel over her head, and I remembered how they swung so freely as I fucked her from behind. "Hi, Mrs. Weldon," she said brightly. "How was bridge?" She then turned to me and said, "I think your clothes are dry." Marlene seemed to relax, and answered Sandy. "Oh, you know," she said. "Win a little, lose a little. Mostly, we just gossip. If it happens in this town, we'll know it!" I looked at Jennifer for a moment, who just sat there smiling to herself. If her mother wasn't here, I would have walked over to her and kissed her right then, because there is nothing so beautiful or provocative as a freshly-fucked woman, especially a teenager, but I knew I had better leave. "Okay, then." I said. "I'd better grab my clothes and get out of here. Thanks, you two, for drying them for me." I looked at Marlene. "I'll be back first thing in the morning, and we'll get that roof on and dried in." She turned those brilliant eyes on me. "Unless it rains..." she said, kind of wistfully.