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Sharing My Girlfriend

By: Develish



My girlfriend stands at 5’6” and is a very attractive young blonde. At the age of 20, her whole body is in perfect proportion, soft skin, a sweet ass, gorgeous breasts, and one of those innocent faces that you just want to cum all over. Of course, she isn’t that innocent, I was her first and only lover in bed, until recent that is….

Susie often thinks that she’s not attractive looking and fails to notice guys staring at her. I kept telling her this all the time, so finally I told her to wear a short little skirt for a change and a low cut top to show off her delicate soft tanned skin. At first she just laughed at me, but when I persisted, she agreed to dress up that weekend. I knew that she’d finally notice guys staring at her now.

She wouldn’t let me go shopping with her, and that Saturday night she got all dressed up and came out of her room to ask me how she looked. Well she looked very hot, she had on a black top that only covered her breasts and nothing more. Next was a short skirt that didn’t cling to her, but rested on her ass cheeks, creating a teasing site, one that would want to make you shoot your hand straight up her skirt!

“Damn Susan, you’re looking amazing!!!” was all I could say, although my mind was doing overtime!!

“Thanks, but I feel a little slutty like this” she replied.

I quickly held her and gave her a deep kiss, while my hands went from her neck to her back and further on till they reached her skirt. My hands cupped both her ass cheeks as I ventured under her short skirt, Susie was wearing one of her usual little thongs and immediately I had a raging hard-on!

Knowing how I felt, and feeling my hardness against her, she smiled at me and dropped to her knees. Immediately my cock was out and throbbing in front of her face. Susie licked the tip of my cock and slowly took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around. I pulled her long blonde hair away from her face while keeping a grip on it to lever her on my hard cock. With one hand she grabbed the length of my cock and squeezed its hardness before she began to pull my member. With her other hand, she reached into my jeans and began massaging my balls in her hand.

My head was spinning as I looked down at my girlfriend’s head bobbing up and down as she slowly began sucking me off. I caught a reflection of us in her mirror and saw her little skirt resting on her ass, her long blonde hair in my grip at her neck, and her blonde head bobbing up and down. Susie was a true expert cocksucker and soon I could feel my balls trembling. A huge orgasm hit me as I filled her hot little mouth full of sperm. Her lips remained tight around my shaft as she sucked and swallowed every last bit of spunk out of me.

With that done, Susie stood up and smiled at me and said; “Now I feel like a right little slut!” To which we both burst out laughing. Just looking at her cocksucking lips on her innocent face made me stir again.

Susie then put on her black high heels, and we made our way down to the local bar, with my hand firmly on her ass cheek as passers by stopped and stared. Finally she was noticing and I could feel that it was getting her turned on. We had arranged to meet up with my best friend Dave and we had our usual drinking session as we do every Saturday night. The three of us had our own little booth to ourselves by the wall. We talked and joked all night long, enjoying the drink, the chat and the atmosphere. 

After a few drinks, I explained to Dave about Susie and how she was dressed up that night. Susie was a little embarrassed but the drink was getting to her and she didn’t seem to care after a while. I even lifted up her skirt to show Dave her sexy thong.

After closing up, all three of us went back to our place, and while Dave and Susie sat in the lounge, I went into the kitchen to fix up more drinks. On my return, I laughed to myself as I found Susie standing in front of Dave with her ass in his face, asking him if she really was that good looking. Dave could only sit and stare at her.

I put the drinks on the table and stood at Susie’s side. I began kissing her on her neck and nibbling at her ears, as I know this makes her horny, and her nipples all stiff. At the same time I cupped one breast in one hand and cupped one ass cheek with my other hand. By doing this I was offering Dave a ripe view of Susie’s ass.

Soon Dave was standing on the other side of Susie, we were both cupping an ass cheek each and a breast each. At the same time we were kissing and nibbling at her neck. I could sense Susie’s excitement, and I brought my breast hand slowly down across her smooth stomach and continued down to her thigh. Then I moved my hand back up so it was now under her skirt. I felt the silkiness of her black thongs and gradually began to rub her lips. I began slipping my fingers in to wet them before I started to rub her clit. Dave had the same idea and soon he was fingering her while I was rubbing her clit.

So there was Susie, standing in the living room, with a guy either side of her, feeling her up. She couldn’t believe this was happening, she looked to her left and gave me a big long kiss, then she looked to the right and gave Dave a big long kiss too. I could feel her excitement building up and finally her whole body shook as she reached her first orgasm of the night. Her knees shook but myself and Dave supported her in our firm grip.

At this stage me and Dave were rock hard and we were both prodding into Susie’s side. We quickly stripped her, then stripped ourselves. I sat down on the couch and brought Susie sitting down on top of me. Facing away from me, she quickly got the idea and she started sucking on Dave’s cock. Dave grabbed her by the head and starting forcing his way into her mouth, while I sat back with her perched on my cock bouncing her up and down, watching her suck my best friend’s cock.

All of a sudden, Dave pulled out his glistening cock, and suggested we change positions. Dave sat on the couch, only this time, Susie sat on Dave while facing him. She raised her ass in the air and brought herself down on Dave’s cock. Susie started riding his cock, Dave was sucking on her nipples, leaving me with no alternative, but to fuck my girlfriend up the ass.

My cock was pretty lubricated from her pussy and I lowered self down and rested my knees on the edge of the couch, with Susie’s ass in front of me now. I rubbed the tip of my cock between her sweet little ass cheeks, and finally put it to her asshole. She moaned hard and as I watch her enjoying my best friends cock, I felt a little jealous. I shoved my cock as far up as I could at first, I know it hurts, but she deserves it. Then I put one hand on the small of her back and pushed down, the other grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. This forced her ass upwards to meet my thrusts, and pushed her breasts into Dave’s face.

All the time she was leaning onto the top of the couch for support as she serviced two cocks at the same time. I don’t know what time we stopped at that night, but we went on and on for ages in every position we could think of. 

As was expected, the next morning was a bit tense, and while Dave was downstairs in the kitchen, I spread Susie face down on the bed and screwed her up the ass again. Dave must have heard us as he had a big grin on his face when we came down.

Dave said his farewells and thanked both of us for the night, especially Susie. Susie told Dave that he should come over more often, to which we all laughed. Before Dave could leave, Susie gave him a great big kiss at the front door, next thing I know, Dave’s cock was out and Susie’s was sucking hard on it. Dave let out a wail as he pulled his cock out and shot his load all over Susie’s face. Dave quickly left, leaving me with my cum drenched girlfriend, whom I quickly took to the shower for some more fun. But that’s another story.

Sharing My Girlfriend



To start let me say that all names have been changed to protect the innocent (haha innocent). Also, this is a true story minus very few alterations which were necessary but none which effect what actually happened. That said, enjoy and please tell me what you think as this is my first submission. I hope the story turns you on as much as it did for me to share it.

Those involved we will call Sam (me), Sarah (my lovely girlfriend) and Jason (my friend). I am about 6 foot tall, dark hair and eyes, and with a very athletic build. Sarah is dark haired, dark eyed, has a perfectly shaved pussy and beautiful 36C breasts. All of which is complimented by here natural Hispanic tan. Jason is also 6 foot, average build, and blonde with light eyes.

So here's how it all started: 

I was hanging out with Jason because Sarah had gone out with some of her girlfriends for the day and was not expected back until late that night. Around 10PM we had been watching TV and chatting when the conversation suddenly turned sexual. Jason and I had always been comfortable talking about whatever so this was nothing unusual. While discussing some of his wild single nights Jason asked if Sarah and I had ever talked about our fantasies. I said yes but she wasn't really game for my top choices which were both threesomes, MMF and FFM. Jason seemed shocked that Sarah (who was very sexual when alone with me) was not fond of the idea of either. Jokingly I told him that maybe we'd get lucky and she'd come home plastered so we could have our way with her. Don't get me wrong, I would never take advantage of her but she gets especially horny when she's had a few and is more willing to try new things. Jason thinks for a minute and say's he'd be game. I laughed but admitted that I really wouldn't mind. In fact, the idea of Jason and I fucking my beautiful and sexy girlfriend was starting to turn me on, enough that Jason suddenly said easy tiger while gesturing to the growing bulge in my sweats. We continued to talk until about 11PM when Sarah stumbled in the door.

I immediately jumped off the couch to assist since it was blaringly obvious that Sarah had not stopped at just a few but was completely plastered. After she used the bathroom she went straight to the couch and laid down. Jason was on the other couch and just smiled and winked at me jokingly. I on the other hand began to wonder just what I could get away with tonight? Sarah asked me for water and when I brought it to her she pulled me close and whispered, "when is he going home so we can be alone? I need you inside me! Now!" Not letting the opportunity pass me by I pulled her into a long and passionate kiss while at the same time beginning to caress her stomach under her shirt. Sarah took a drink and began telling us about her night (girl stuff), then asked about ours. While telling her a brief rundown of our dull evening I noticed she was fidgeting and attempting to adjust her bra. By now I was sitting right next to her with her feet draped over me and I did the courteous thing and asked what was wrong. She told me her bra had been irritating her all day. Now I did the best thing I could think of and pulled her in for another passionate kiss while sliding my hand up her shirt to cup her breast. After the kiss ended I said how the bra was in the way and that I thought if it was irritating her so much she should take it off. She still had a shirt on after all. After a moments hesitation she did just that, slipping the bra off without even needing to remove the shirt.

Now as the shirt settled back on her chest I could see that her nipples were very hard. I joked to her about it and Jason moved to get a good look, asking her if she was cold. She just laughed and shook her head but said nothing. She then pulled me close again for another kiss but while in between my tastes of her tongue she commented how "all of her clothes were uncomfortable after the long day and she wished we were alone so she could take them off." I began to kiss her harder and slipped my hands first up her shirt to massage her perfect tits, then down to her pants where I undid the button and zipper before reaching down to caress her pussy over her panties. Remembering Jason was there she told me to behave but was still smiling. I told her not to worry and went back to kissing her while slowly working her shirt higher and higher, closer to her braless breasts. When I would've been one pull away from exposing her 36C tits to one of my friends she whispered, "easy buddy" and I pulled the shirt back down teasing her a few more times the same way. Finally, in between making out and massaging her breasts under her shirt I asked her what she would do if I just pulled the shirt up, exposing her to Jason. She hesitated, uncertain if I was serious, then shrugged and just started kissing me again.

Taking this as an okay, I once again pulled her shirt high, exposing just the lower swell of her tits before pulling it back down. Then I did it again, this time completely lifting the shirt but keeping my hands covering most of her chest while I was kissing her. By now I am rock hard and both extremely excited yet hesitant about exposing the one I love, the parts of her only I am supposed to see, to my friend. Though I notice that he had moved from the couch and was sitting on the floor watching us and rubbing his own bulge through his pants. Finally, making my decision, I begin to lift her shirt higher and higher until I watch as two pale breasts are completely exposed for everyone in the room, nipples standing out hard and dark against the pale skin of her tits. Immediately as the shirt clears her head my lips are on hers and I begin to alternate between massaging her breasts and stealing down for a lick of her nipples.

Noticing Jason has now reached inside his own pants, I keep going. I reached down once again, this time going inside her panties and began to caress her pussy. It didn't take long before she was soaking wet and I was fingering her right there, though not yet exposing her. After a few minutes of fingering, I mentioned how "in the way" her pants were and began to tug them lower. In only a few moments I had the pants down and off. Quickly I undid my own pants and pulled them off then fell back to making out. In the midst of one especially deep kiss I pulled my cock out of my boxers, moving it a little closer to her pussy, and pulled her panties to the side. Moving forward gently I felt my cock sink inch by inch into Sarah's soaking pussy. Sarah was still not exposed anywhere below her waist (unless you count her gorgeous legs) and did not protest. Jason though, had pulled down both shorts and boxers and was blatantly stroking his cock as he watched us have sex just 2 feet away. 

Deciding to be very daring, I slowly work my hand up Sarah's arm, grab her wrist and guide it to Jason's dick. Her eyes shoot open as her hand closed around his cock but she just pulled me into another kiss and I glance sideways to see her hand pumping up and down on Jason's cock. Now was the time, I leaned away just long enough to grab both sides of her panties (making sure Jason was watching), and pulled them over her hips, down, and off. Jason's eyes were glued to her freshly shaven pussy and as he watched I eased my cock back inside her. I watched in pure excitement as Jason then made his move. He reached over and began to massage my girl's perfect tits and then he leaned in and began to kiss her. I watched in pure excitement at the way he rubbed and felt all over both her tits and even more so as I saw how wet and eager her tongue was against his. After a few minutes I decided it was time to push this farther.

I pulled out of her drenched and throbbing pussy and moved around Jason. Tapping him on the shoulder I took his place at her lips and tits and gestured for him to play a little lower. I tried to focus mainly on Sarah's breasts at this time so I could watch what Jason was going to do. Easing into it as slowly as I had I watch as he reaches up to her stomach and then lets his fingers glide downward. He teases both sides of her shaved lips before working first one finger, then two, into her waiting box. Surprised but happily so, Sarah digs her nails into my back in her passion. As I refocus on kissing her and lightly brushing her nipples I notice she now seems to be moving her hips. Hoping I didn't miss Jason's moment of penetration I glance back down and see his head buried between my girl's legs. She is moving her hips, pushing her pussy roughly into his face, moving with the motion of his tongue. I watch Jason run his tongue around the outer lips then after a few quick licks to the clit, bury his face and tongue as deep as it will go. 

It went on like that for a few minutes before I felt Jason shift again. Now he had positioned himself between her legs, his cock just inches from her dripping lips. This was the moment I wanted, this was what I was waiting for. I wanted to see my girlfriend's most private area penetrated by another mans dick. I looked up just in time to see the head of his cock being rubbed around the outer lips of her pussy before he started easing into her. I watched as he pushed his penis inch by inch deeper into Sarah's pussy and then slowly pull it back out, now wet with her juices. Needing something warm and wet myself, I kneeled by the couch and placed my cock near Sarah's mouth. Her eyes were closed as she obviously enjoyed having Jason's cock insider her, it took her a moment before she noticed my dick, smiled and wrapped her mouth around it. This was the most erotic moment of my life as I felt her tongue swirl around the head of my penis and cup the underside of my shaft as her head moved up and down. At the same time I watched as my friends dick moved, unprotected, in and out of my girlfriends shaved pussy; stretching her lips around it at each stroke. 

Wanting the feeling again I met Jason's eyes and he nodded. He withdrew his now wet cock and moved back where his hands and mouth could explore her mouth and breasts. I moved back between her legs and began pumping my cock in and out. Soon I felt a familiar tension and had to pull out completely before I went over the edge. Taking the perfect opportunity I dropped my head down and began to eat Sarah out. There was something incredibly hot about licking her pussy when I knew that both myself and Jason had just fucked it without condoms. As the tension subsided I raised back up and began fucking her again, this time the tension came back quickly and I gave in, pulling out just in time to shoot my cum onto her pelvis and stomach. Surprisingly not yet finished I push my cock back in for a few more pumps before switching places with Jason again. Again, the sight of Jason's penis sliding in and out of her pussy, my cum dripping down her side, was so hot I was rock hard in an instant. 

Jason and I switched twice more, each taking our turns fucking Sarah, eating her out, kissing her and enjoying her perfect breasts. Jason came, pulling out and moving up in time to shoot his cum right below her tits. I quickly took his place and came in record time. Something about the way Sarah looked with my cum running down her stomach (just barely above her pussy) and Jason's cum glistening under her tits, pushed me over the edge again and I deposited another load of hot cum right below her belly button. Jason gave her one last thank you kiss, running his hand along her pussy and up to her breasts as he did, then got dressed, winked at me, and left. After lying there for a moment, Sarah and I got up and went to bed. We didn't even shower first. In the morning we had some of the hottest sex we'd ever had. A pity we didn't have a camera running for the whole thing, I only wish now that I could see it again.



Sharing My Girlfriend



We're a thirty-something couple that has been seeing each other for 5 years. Neither of us has ever been married or have any kids, we're sort of married to our careers and live separately but spend most of our off time together. The relationship is more about convenience than it is about commitment, neither of us were seeing anybody else but other than signing birthday cards we never used the word "Love". Our sex life is intense when we're going at it but somehow it seemed to be getting pretty routine. We did a variety of things to add spice and at some point the pillow talk started about bringing in another person or people, that conversation usually ended once the passionate sex was over.

One of the things we enjoyed was playing card games like strip poker with a choice of clothing off or a sexual task to the loser of a particular hand. One night about 11pm we were drinking and playing strip poker, I had just won a hand and was trying to think of a fun task for her because she only had a thong left on for clothing. We were both nearly naked and somewhat drunk when we heard the doorbell ring. Bev retreated to the couch and pulled a blanket over her while I pulled on my pants to answer the door. It was my friend and neighbor Kenny. Kenny said he was home alone while his wife was out of town and was having a "Party of One" when he ran out of beer, he was pretty stable but not sober enough to drive, he figured he'd ask if I'd give him a ride for beer. I told him that we have been drinking too and neither could drive, however, I had plenty of beer and other alcohol stuff and he could help himself.

He noticed that I was only wearing pants and Bev was curled up on the couch hiding under a blanket. He apologized for barging in, it appeared we were in the "middle of something". I told him no, it was fine we were just playing strip poker and I probably wouldn't have answered the door if it had been another ½ hour or so later because by then we would be in the middle of something. He was heading to the fridge to get some beer when I got an idea and gave Bev a smirk and a wink as I nodded my head in his direction, she winked back and gave a soft approving nod.

"No sense partying alone Ken" I said as I invited him to have a seat at the kitchen table where we had been playing cards. He said he didn't want to intrude any more than he already has and I assured him that he wasn't intruding. We both cracked a cold beer as Bev headed back to the kitchen wrapped in the blanket and sat down at the table with us. After a few minutes I reminded Bev that we were in the middle of a game and I was about to give her a task to perform. I told her to lose the blanket, she was reluctant to shed it in front of Ken and he looked a little squirmish but excited at the same time. After a moment she said "ah, what the hell" and dropped the blanket. Her cute C-cups came out and she exposed her well maintained body. Ken tried to pretend he wasn't ogling but the shock and beauty of it all kept his eyes pinned to her all-but-naked body.

Ken joined us in the card game and he suggested that in addition to clothing and tasking, we also include doing shots of booze. After a short while Ken had lost a few articles of clothing and all three of us had done a few shots. We were pretty drunk by now and I decided it was time to start crossing the line a lot further than we already had. With three players now the winner was giving commands to both losers of a hand. As I won hands I would have them do things to each other, it started out with him just rubbing her tits for a moment or two and eventually I had her sucking his cock.

Within the hour the three of us had abandoned the game and we found ourselves on the living room floor engaged in an intense threesome. She was sucking and fucking both of us and Ken and I took turns eating her pussy while she sucked off the other guy. At one point I got up to catch my breath and get another beer and as I walked back into the living room I realized how much I enjoyed just watching them, simply put it was Live Porn. I sat on the couch for a bit watching when I heard a car outside, other than knowing I was just watching now they were oblivious to everything else I was doing. I looked out the window and saw Ken's buddy Rich at Ken's front door. At first I was going to ignore him and eventually he would go away, then I noticed him wobbling when he walked. Thinking it was unsafe for him to drive I threw on my pants and went outside and talked to Rich, he certainly shouldn't have been driving. I didn't want to break up our little fuckfest in my house but I also didn't want Rich to leave drunk.

I told Rich what was going on and he was welcomed to come and watch but I didn't think Bev would be all that keen on doing him too. I wasn't even sure she would continue with me and Ken if Rich was in the room. We went inside and Rich sat down in the kitchen where he could watch Ken & Bev fucking in the living room. I handed Rich a beer and I went back to the couch. Ken & Bev weren't just getting laid, they actually seemed like they were making Love, they kissed passionately as he drilled her. It wasn't long before I noticed that Rich had his pants open and he was gently stroking himself. Personally I think masturbation can be a little pathetic while there's a chance to actually have a woman take care of you. Bev was riding Ken cowgirl style and I went and told Rich to get naked and surprise her by putting his cock in her face. He didn't hesitate at the suggestion. For the first moment Bev thought it was me then suddenly realized it wasn't when she found his cock to be much fatter than mine.

She stopped and got up, she looked at me and asked what was going on. We all started getting cold beers when I explained how he got there and that he was acting on my suggestion. I apologized for surprising her and also for assuming it would be okay. Ken slipped off to the bathroom and we sucked the beers and did another couple of shots while trying to sort this out. It didn't take her long to agree, probably because he was well hung and she really wanted have her way with that huge cock.

By the time Ken came back from the bathroom she was kneeling down giving Rich head while he sat at the kitchen table. Ken got behind her and resumed fucking. The four of us fucked and sucked for more than an hour. She took care of each one of us but she made her loudest moans when she was getting fucked by Rich, I've never even heard those moans when we played with large dildos in the past.

Eventually Ken & Rich left and we fell asleep. She later told me that she lost count of her orgasms after six. That night opened up a whole new side of her and our relationship. We did this type of thing many times after that. She asked if I minded if it was okay for her to meet Rich alone from time to time, he is married and getting out isn't that easy for him. I told her that she was free to do whatever and whomever she wanted. I did ask that she share all the details whenever she played without me. Her stories brought extreme heat to our sex life and I think it opened up a slutty side of her. She would even find herself doing strangers at local hotels, bars and while away on business jaunts.



Sharing My Girlfriend



My girlfriend and I had talked a lot about our fantasies together, especially during sex. One theme we brought up a lot was the idea of a threesome... she was more comfortable and receptive to having a guy join us, and we focused on that. We would incorporate a lot of dirty talk in the bedroom... she'd describe what she wanted to do to "him", or I'd ask her what she wanted us both to do. It grew over time and obviously turned us both on. I brought up the idea of really trying it and she was OK with it as long as it was the right person.

A few weeks later, she met this guy at the gym and over time developed a crush on him. We talked about him, incorporating him into our fantasy talks instead of a stranger. She also made some efforts to get to know him... how she had been talking to him more, and flirting openly. I encouraged it, and it obviously turned her on. She brought up the idea more often, and in more detail when we did.

For weeks they flirted and she would tell me about it, how it turned her on, how she felt, what he said or did. It never amounted to anything until one night, we were talking/fantasizing and she said she had gone further. She talked about how she she watched him at the gym, timing when he left and leaving at the same time, running into him at the door. He walked her to her car and they flirted a bit, and nothing much, but it excited her to actually make the effort to talk more.

A few days later, he left with her again, waiting at the door while she walked out. They walked to his car and talked for a bit there... they flirted and he asked her out. She said she was with someone but was flattered. He tried to end the conversation there, but she said she wouldn't mind getting a beer and hanging out. They talked for a bit more, and she gave him her number. After we talked about it, she wanted to see if it would go further. She only wanted to do it with me around though, which was more than ok with me.

At this point, she started texting him and talking once in a while, dropping hints. One night, she hung out with him after the gym at his car where they ended up kissing. By now, she had established where we wanted things to go and he had been receptive, at least while flirting on the phone. Hearing this later was a turn on... I guess picturing her cutting loose, exploring her own fantasy, and the idea of it was just hot.

A week later, I got a text from her. I was at home and she was with him... he agreed to come over and hang out.

I was on pins and needles. I showered, waited an hour and they showed up. At this point, having zero experience with this kind of thing, I wasn't sure how to carry on. Light candles? Put on a variety of lotions and gels? Wear a robe and smoke a pipe? It was all so confusing...

They came from the gym, so she wanted a shower. I hung out with him for a few minutes and we were both nervous... I knew from reading his texts (she shared) he was into her, and she obviously had a crush on the guy. I finally just asked if he wanted to surprise her by going into the shower. He asked if I was sure, and I figured it was a good way to break the ice. He disappeared and all I heard was the shower running for about 20 minutes.

She later told me he walked in and after a moment, opened the shower curtain. He took her in his arms and they made out while he soaked up. They didn't talk.. just stood together under the water, making out and running their hands all over. Things heated up a lot to the point where she wanted to get me involved.

They met me in the bedroom, towels on. I tried to just lay back and watch, inconspicuously. They made out hard... she took control, reaching down to undo his towel in a puddle around his legs. Finally, he tugged hers apart, slipping it off. They walked over to the bed, laying down facing each other and kissing. I was at the end of the bed on a chest, just watching... perfect view. They both spread their legs and teased... her hand reaching down to take his shaft and his to slip down and ease a finger along her slit.

She kissed down his wet body to his cock, slipping her lips over him and along his shaft. She looked up at me and stared while running her tongue all over him... totally hot :) She looked away and took him in her mouth. At that point, it was almost solely between them.

He was rock hard... things stopped for a minute though. I think he wasnt sure how far it was going to go, and neither were we. However, we had condoms in the room so she stood up to get one and peel it open. It was really hot watching her slide it over the tip of his dick and unfurl it down his shaft, one hand holding the base and the other sliding it down repeatedly until he was covered.

She rolled over and pulled him to her mouth. They kissed again, long and deep, as he knelt between her legs. He was abrupt... no teasing or waiting. He took his cock in his hand and pushed it to her, sliding in slow. Watching that was ridiculously hot. He pushed hard... you could see his hips press as he worked his dick all the way into her.

A moment later, she gasped as he started to fuck her. Her legs were spread wide, around his hips, and I could see he was slick from her already. She whispered something to him and he started to pound... leaning over her, hands on the bed aside her head, drilling his cock in and out of her.

They were pretty frantic... it was a huge release for both of them. They had been flirting for a bit and wanted one another, so it there was a build up to this. I could see her face, eyes closed and mouth open gasping, over his shoulder. His pace picked up fast, reaching that point where I knew he was close. Her hands reached back and pulled his ass into her, all the way to the hilt as he came. He came hard deep in her, with the condom on, gasping...

They lay like that for a bit, until he pulled out and rolled to the side. She reached down and teased him, kissing him softly. Her hand was on his dick, the other scratching his chest and stomach, over his nipples. He reciprocated, massaging her breasts and kissing back. He was ready again soon, but she pulled him to a seated position to the edge of the bed, so his feet were on the ground but he was laying on his back.

She straddled him, facing me, pumping and stroking his cock. She was totally turned on... that kind of heavy breathing, eyes half closed horny. His cock was between her legs, hard and alert, as her hand worked him.

She was stroking him and looking at me... i knew she was really hot. She said "I want to feel him..." and without saying anything else, reached down deep and slipped the condom up and off him. He was glistening from his own cum as she pulled it off and dropped it to the ground.

She turned around and faced him, kissing him very hard, deep. As she did, she held his dick and positioned herself over it, working the head between her lips. After a moment, she pushed down... he disappeared in her, long and slow. It was fucking hot... thats the one thing I really recall from the experience, that moment where she totally let go and fucked him.

She put her hands in his and pushed them up over his head. Riding him now, she was going hard. As she started to clench up and cum, her toes curled against his sides... i could see he was almost ready at this point, after all the attention. She worked his cock hard... fucking him right in front of me. She whispered something to him (not sure what) and started plunging up and down on him, the tip almost pulling out of her each stroke. He was pounding in from below and it must have hit him hard because he reached back and grabbed her ass... he pulled her up and freed himself, just as his cock started spurting... it was a lot. It hit her from below, her belly and lips... shining hot on her skin.

At that point... I had to join in...

I walked over and knelt down, kissing her... it was hot, her moving from him to me. He cupped her tits from below, lifting them and pinching softly. My tongue met hers and twisted together softly, feeling her rise up again, her body arching up to meet me. 

She slid off him, kneeling on the bed... what was hot was seeing his cum slick and wet on her belly and lower... We kept kissing and her hands slid up my chest and shoulders. He was watching at this point, still recovering... I stood over her as she slid to the floor under me, taking my cock in hand. I was so fucking hard and aching... watching them drove me crazy. As she knelt, she held me and slid her mouth over me while watching him.. her eyes turned to stare. He sat at the edge of the bed stroking himself, trying to get up again.

I moved to the side a bit and he slid over, sitting right near her, his hip meeting her shoulder as she slid her tongue up and down my shaft. He other hand lazily met his leg and crept up, over his lap to his dick... reaching around the base and gently stroking up and down... He stood up next to me, side by side and she looked up at us smiling...

Each of us in her hands, she went back and forth... bringing us close together, hard and throbbing... He was back hard again, so her mouth would run from me to him and back barely leaving us... a trail of saliva connecting all three of us, hanging softly... She was knelt down at this point, us standing over her, both of us hard... I was closer to cumming, I hadn't been in her yet. She knew so he teased off me and spent more time on him...

She took both hands, stroking him up and down and licking his head while looking up at me. Her hands would circle his cock hard, stroking around and around... It was so fucking hot.

I pulled her up, her hands still on him and laid her on the end of the bed. She flipped over on her back, her legs around he and her head near him... He slowly slipped in her mouth while I slid my cock inside her. It was so easy... she was soaked wet. We started slow, the motion of me fucking her sliding his cock in her mouth... but as we got going, his hips moved, fucking her mouth.

We laid like this for a while, slowly fucking... long, deep strokes, all the way in both ends. Her legs wrapped around me, her feet on my hips. I leaned forward, kissing and licking her breasts as she held his cock and sucked the head. It was hot seeing it so close... her lips pressed tight around his throbbing cock...

I started pounding into her... I couldnt slow down. I felt that urge, going past the point of return. I lifted one of her legs up over my shoulder to get deep inside, feeling her slippery wet around me.

As I started to cum, I pulled out and slid up her body... I spurted hard... built up from being teased for so long. It shot over her tits and throat. It was hot seeing her covered in me...

After I came, he was still rock hard... she was sliding her lips up and down his shaft fast, working him with her hand... she pulled off with a gasp and sat up, my cum sliding down her tits.

She immediately, without words, crawled forward in front of him, doggy style, putting her face to mine. As he slid into her from behind, she gasped. At this point, it was animalistic... you know? She was taking it so easily, sliding like he was oiled. I asked her how it felt, she just grinned and pulled me into another deep kiss... she looked over her shoulder and told him and said, "Hard... fuck me".

I started licking and sucking her tits hard, not biting or rough... just very thorough. Kissing and pulling them away from her body, letting her nipples slide through my lips. She went forward on all fours, and let herself take him... he was throbbing... I leaned over to watch him disappear inside her deep... his shaft iron hard for her. I loved seeing her lips spread for him.

I wanted to watch... so he got to the end of the bed and pulled her in front of him... spreading his legs, he slipped back inside her hard, right back into it... I stayed back to watch, his balls slapping into her and hips just pounding. Her eyes closed, she just leaned back into him to take it so easy...

When he came, she reached back between her legs and massaged his balls... her hand looked small, his cock throbbing huge in her. She looked over her shoulder at him, knowing what was happening, and said "In me...". He gasped and picked up the pace hard... His body froze and tensed up, and I could see his balls clench...

It was fucking hot.. his hips driving into her and stopping deep and his body reacting, balls clenching over and over as he shot inside her... They were both slick from sweat, we all were... He collapsed over her back, holding her and just breathing... she kept her hips high up, keeping him inside as his wetness slid from her a little...

After he finished and rolled over on his side, I lay down next to her, opposite him... She was glowing. He was breathing deep, recovering and caressing her legs... she was on her side facing me, smiling. I leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't something I thought about but the idea of us all together on her mouth was a turn on.

As we kissed, she rolled away and her mouth met his... i watched them deeply kiss, making out, eyes closed... nothing overtly sexual, just relaxing... I slid my hand between her legs gently (I thought she may be sore) and dipped my finger along her lips... soaking wet from us and her... and so hot. I placed my palm flat on her, letting it rest just above her clit and my fingers low on her... 

As I did this, she let out of soft moan into his mouth... he was holding her from behind and she was leaning into him. I felt her clench tight on my fingertip once, then release... as she did this, my finger slid in barely... a tiny bit... I started kissing her throat, her neck, under her ear, as he kissed her mouth... she switched, kissing me as he buried his face into her hair, whispering how good she had felt...

Her legs widened... I knew she wanted more, we both did. I could see her hand resting on his stomach, her other hand on my thigh. I gently massaged and slid deeper in her... it was soaked there, making it so easy to slide in. She gasped again as my finger reached deep in her... I felt her warmth around me, her body tight, and my cock started growing again...

I positioned myself behind her, letting her kiss him directly and press her chest to his as my hips slid between her legs... she reached down to grab my cock, between her thighs, stroking it hard again... I pushed gently into her, soft and slow... sliding in so easily. I wanted to wet myself, prepare myself to slide into her ass.. She pressed her hips back into me. I only lay there, not moving, just in her and waiting, watching. Her hand reached over to caress him. He sprang to life quickly now under her touch. They were kissing hard now, his hands on her tits, squeezing and pressing...

I pulled out, dripping wet... As I did, I never stopped touching her... just slid down to her ass and pushed gently... at first, her hips pushed back and she clenched... we've done it before. If she clenches tight for a few seconds, then releases, I slip into her ass sudden and easily. However, as she did this, she broke off her kiss...

"Wait wait wait..." she gasped. I was worried she was sore or didn't want any more. I couldn't have been more wrong. Without another word, she climbed up on him. Holding his dick in her hand, she slid down on it, he vanished inside her so fast. As she did, she watched me, eyes half lidded and mouth open.

"Now..."

I knelt behind her, spreading my legs around his. It took a moment to adjust and find the right position without kneeing him, but once I did, I was close. I was iron hard and ready... as she slid down, I could see her and his juices dripping from her on to him. So fucking hot.

She leaned forward, into his chest... her face pressed to him. He reached back and spread her ass as she lifted her hips to me. I ran the head of my cock up and down, slickening it more from them. At this point, we were all breathing heavy, surprised I think to reach this point.

I pulled up, pushing the whole way... as my cock met her ass, it barely slipped in... stopping before the first ridge around my head... slowly, slowly pushing. His arms around her holding her his and ass, her face pressed to his chest, moaning soft... I pushed firmly... suddenly inside her. I felt her surround me tight, her body relaxing as I slid just a little bit inside. It felt different, tighter... I could feel him, rock hard through her... As I did, they both moaned, kissing suddenly and long.

We sat like this for a few moments... enjoying it and letting her relax... after a bit, she pushed down on him... as she did, I slid into her ass a little deeper. Slow strokes, we moved, each time a tiny bit deeper inside until we realized we were both fucking her at once. My cock was throbbing... feeling her and him together, feeling her tight, hot around me... his hips moving now, matching mine, as she gasped. We found a rhythm, in and out together, over and over deep... long slow strokes, fucking my girl together.

It was so fucking hot... feeling that. Seeing her, him together, feeling them together. I leaned forward and kissed her back, my cock slipping free as I did. I grabbed myself in my fist, pushing back in harder now. As I did, he started to pound into her from below... I matched his pace, fucking her deeper now, hard... she was delerious... shuddering and curling her toes against his legs, moaning...

She came hard... both of us in her, filling her. She later said she was holding it in, knowing she was going to erupt, until she felt us both almost brush into each other inside her. When the realization hit her, she came hard... over us both, grinding down and back into us. She shuddered bodily, moaning and crying out...

This was it for me... I pulled out, the feeling suddenly washing over me. It was close, I was close to cumming in her... but I pulled and spurted hard, all over her ass. As this happened, he gasped, his balls clenching again, pushing him beyond... he erupted inside her as I was finishing off, moaning loud into her chest as she held him, cumming hard inside her slick pussy...

We sat there for a solid minute... collapsed and wasted... drenched and slick. Ive never felt so totally fucked out, so fulfilled... she rolled over into my arms and kissed me hard and deep, pushing her face into my neck. I think it was a solid hour before anyone moved.



Sharing My Girlfriend



My girlfriend was very kinky, but it had always been just for me. I'd had sharing fantasies for a long time but that was all they had ever been: fantasies.

We both had worked all week. It was a long week and we were both stressed out. When we got home on Friday we realized we had a three-day weekend! We decided to get out of town and head to the coast.

Normally we would have booked our trip in advance, but since it was a spur of the moment trip we decided to wing it and just try to get into our favorite little motel. It was rarely more than half way booked (it was kind of a shitty place), so we thought we wouldn't have any trouble getting a room once we arrived. We were wrong.

It turned out that everyone and their mother had also decided to go to the coast that particular weekend and there were no vacancies. Shit.

We were really disappointed because there was a little hole in the wall bar near that hotel that we loved to visit. We used to drink at that bar until we could barely walk, stumble back to the hotel, and do nasty things to each other. It was a much needed vacation ritual for us, and something we had been very much looking forward to.

We were leaving the lobby: both of our moods disappointed and glum. Neither one of us wanted to stay anywhere else. This hotel was totally 'our' spot.

I had my hand on the door when a guy who had been sitting in the lobby while we were trying to check-in approached us.

"Hey guys! I heard the receptionist telling you there weren't any rooms available tonight. I got here like 15 minutes before you and got the last one. I'm just in town for one night, but the room I'm staying in is a double queen, and if you don't mind a roommate for the night, I'll split the rate with you and you can stay in the other bed...?," he offered.

My girlfriend and I looked at each other. We both had never shared a room with a stranger and we both thought it just sounded awkward and inconvenient.

He may as well have read our minds.

"I know it's probably not what you guys were hoping for. Shit, if I'd brought my girlfriend I probably would have wanted some alone time as well, so I understand if you wouldn't want to. I just don't have a ton of money and wouldn't mind saving a few bucks on the room so I thought I'd offer."

We exchanged a furtive glance.

"Let us talk it over for a second," I said as I pulled her by the hand towards a corner.

"What do you think?," I asked.

"I guess it wouldn't be too bad but baby, you know I wanted to have a good night with you that ended with us having a ton of sex," she said, rather disappointed.

"I know honey, but we could still go down to the bar and have a great time. We could just use the room to sleep in and then save up all our stuff for tomorrow night... It's totally up to you, but I don't mind if you don't," I said. 

I didn't really care what we did either way, but I was tired from a long day at work and a long drive afterwards. I really just wanted to unload our stuff and hit the bar.

She could tell I was tired and I think that was what motivated her to say, "Maybe we should just stay here, babe. I guess I don't mind if you don't. Besides, it's just one night. We have two more after that all to ourselves!"

We decided to share a room with the guy. We told him about our decision and he was happy to save half the room rate.

After we unloaded our stuff in the room, we decided to hit the bar. We asked him if he had ever went there. He said he hadn't. We told him that it was just a little hole in the wall place but that we always had so much fun there. Being the extroverts we were, we asked if he wanted to join us. He agreed to do so enthusiastically.

So, the three of us walked to the bar. We started with a beer and chit-chatted while some horrible cover band played popular songs from the 90's. After a couple beers we were all feeling the stress of the week dissolve. We were having fun. 

-Then came the mixed drinks.-

It started with a suggestion from our new roommate. "Shots?" he asked with an excited and somewhat drunk look on his face.

Being drunk ourselves, who were we to refuse?

He asked us what we wanted. I told him vodka (even though I knew it was dangerous, and that vodka severely compromised my ability to choose between right and wrong, and made me horny as hell), and my girlfriend told him rum (same bad decision). He ordered us our poison and got a shot of whiskey for himself.

After what may have been 8 to 10 shots a piece (I know, we're horrible), the bar closed.

We stumbled, laughing hysterically, back to the room, my girlfriend slung between me and our roommate, one arm over the other's shoulder. She could barely walk and we weren't doing much better. We finally made it back to the room. By that time my girlfriend had all but lost the use of her legs so we dragged her to the bed that she and I were sharing. She passed out immediately. For the time being we left her there on top of the blankets, fully clothed, but sleeping contently.

Our roommate asked me if I wanted a little nightcap as he pulled out a bottle of double barrel whiskey. I was too drunk to refuse, so we got a pair of hotel glasses from the convenience stand and poured ourselves a good measure. We started telling each other a little more about ourselves. I told him that my girlfriend and I were in a relatively new relationship and were still exploring our boundaries, He told me how him and his girlfriend were rarely together because of his job that required him to be on the road most of the year.

"That must be rough," I said.

"Dude, you have no idea," he replied. "I haven't gotten laid in over a month!"

"Wish I could help you out, but I don't swing that way!" I said, laughing.

We both glanced over at my sleeping girlfriend.

"Well, I'd better get her ready for bed. You must be getting tired as well," I said.

"Yeah I'm about ready to fall asleep myself," he replied, yawning.

He went to the bathroom: pajamas over his arm. I looked to make sure the bathroom door was shut before I started to undress my girlfriend and dress her in pajama bottoms and a spaghetti strap (her usual sleep attire). I pulled her clothes off easily enough. She faintly stirred and had a silly little smile on her face even though her eyes were closed. I pulled her shirt over her head first. That was the easy part. As I was trying to get each of her feet in the correct holes of her bottoms I heard the bathroom door open again.

Our roommate walked out in pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. My girlfriend's bottoms were barely around her ankles, leaving the rest of her legs exposed, all the way up to her shaved slit. I saw him look her up and down before mumbling an apology and slipping back into the bathroom. I finished pulling her bottoms up and told him through the door that she was decent now and that he could come out.

I took my pajamas into the bathroom and changed in no time and got under the blankets with my girlfriend. I laid down on the far side of the room, she slept next to me on the side of the bed that was closest to our roommate. Everyone in the room was very drunk.

I was feeling the effects of the vodka and after dressing my girlfriend I was feeling considerably turned on. It never took much more than the sight of her bare skin to get me hard as hell. I really wanted to play with her but I didn't think it would be appropriate with our roommate awake so I waited until I could hear his breathing become deep and even before I made a move.

After I was pretty sure he fell asleep I slipped my hand under my girlfriend's waist band and found her pussy. At first I just cupped it. I felt it's heat. I slid a finger from the bottom to the top. She was soaking! She must have been feeling the same way as me before she passed out. I put my finger in my mouth and tasted her. It was fantastic, as usual. It's always such a sweet taste. I ran my finger along her slit again, but this time paused when I reached her clit. I applied a little bit of pressure and instead of going straight over her clit, I went slightly around it a few times in a circular motion. She started stirring and moved her legs apart. She was still passed out but not completely un-feeling. I started getting more turned on. I could feel my erection pressing against my pajama bottoms. I started softly grinding on her leg while I continued circling her clit with my finger. I made sure our roommate's breathing was steady and that we were undisturbed before I proceeded, but the fact that a stranger was in the room with us was more of a turn on than I had ever expected.

As I continued fingering her hole and swirling softly around her clit, I could feel her becoming more and more aroused. She was now so wet that beads of juice were literally dripping from her vagina and pooling down to her ass hole. Not being one to let this stuff go to waste, I used the natural lubrication. I ran my finger around the rim of her tight ass hole and gently coated my index finger and plunged in to her ass up to my first knuckle. She started stirring again, but this time she made a soft moan. My ears sharpened and I heard a break in our roommate's breathing. I stopped and waited a few moments until his breathing returned to normal before continuing. 

Just as I could tell he was entering back into a deeper sleep, my girlfriend started to stir. I kissed her softly on the mouth and guided her hand to the tent in my pj bottoms. Her breathing quickened and she looked over towards our roommate. Once she was satisfied that he was asleep, she pulled my cock out from the hole in the front of my pjs. I kissed her as quietly as I could while she stroked me. I started fingering her again, but her waistband was getting in the way. I gave her bottoms a tug downwards and again, she looked over to make sure the roommate was still asleep before she lifted her ass up off the bed to help me pull them off. She didn't want to be the only one bottomless so she started tugging my bottoms down as well. I let her. We kept stroking and fingering for a while, and before long we both wanted more.

I pulled her on top of me quietly and she started slowly grinding the bottom side of my shaft with her now wet beyond imaginable pussy. It felt like heaven. With every upwards grind, the head of my cock got closer and closer to gaining entrance to the inside of her pussy. It was incredibly exciting. Finally, on one long slow grind I pulled her ass towards me and my cock sprang free from her upper folds, right into her delectably warm hole. NOW we were having fun. We fucked slowly and quietly with her laying against me and the blankets up around her shoulders for a few minutes before I noticed movement from the other side of the room. The shades were left open and we could see fairly well by the moonlight that was coming through the window.

At first I thought he was scratching his leg under the blanket. After a minute or so though I realized he was masturbating. I forced myself not to laugh. I looked at my girlfriend and I could tell she hadn't noticed the activity going on in the bed next to us. Then the alcohol gave me a nudge. I pushed her shoulders up off of me and as I did, the blanket slid down about a foot or so. I started playing with her boobs through her spaghetti strap shirt. She started attacking my cock a little bit quicker with her pussy. We were now making slightly more noise then when we started. She had her eyes closed and I took the opportunity to glance over at our neighbor. Still stroking away under the blankets, head slightly tilted towards us, undoubtedly so he could watch the fun. I was getting really turned on knowing he was getting off on watching my girl. I decided to take it a step further. I slowly started lifting her shirt. She was so into what she was doing, I don't think she noticed. I kept lifting until the hem of her shirt was well clear of the swell of her boobs and up past the nipples. I let it sit there while I started pinching her nipples and cupping her bare breasts. Fuck, this was hot! I started cumming inside of her and I felt her pussy tense around my shaft, letting me know that she was cumming too. Her breath got really heavy as she ride us both to orgasm. It was incredibly powerful. As we were cumming, she looked towards our roommate and noticed what he was doing for the first time. I thought for sure that she would stop right then and cover up, but the strangest thing happened. She must have still been drunk off her ass because instead of stopping, she just closed her eyes, tilted her head towards the ceiling and kept riding me until she had received every last drop of my cum inside of her.

My girlfriend was rarely satisfied with one orgasm. She normally sucks me until I'm hard again so she can keep fucking me, and that night she didn't disappoint. She moved her head towards my now limp cock but instead of moving her whole body towards the foot of the bed, she moved her ass (still under the blankets, but just barely) towards our roommate. She was on her knees with her ass in the air, head down in my crotch. She pulled my cock into her mouth and started cleaning both our juices off of it. It felt wonderful. Blood slowly started pumping back into my member. As she felt me growing inside her mouth, she grabbed my hand and guided it to her cum dripping pussy. I started fingering her. As I slowly rubbed her clit, she began grinding up against my hand. With each grind the blankets slid a little bit. Little by little they slid and slid until they were at the halfway point along her back side. I looked over to our neighbor. He was still stroking, but now he had removed his blankets! We were no longer pretending to ignore each other.

From the other side of the room I heard him clear his throat and say, "This is so hot. Do you guys mind if I stand up so I can get a closer look?"

My girlfriend froze for a second, my cock in her mouth. Then she started sucking again. I looked over at him and raised my hands in an 'I guess so' expression. 

He walked right up the the side of the bed, directly behind my girlfriend, and kept stroking his cock. My girlfriend resumed grinding against my hand. The blankets kept sliding. Grind by grind they fell aside until finally the blankets fell completely off of her, leaving her exposed ass and pussy just a foot away from this stranger. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it seemed like he was inching closer and closer to my bent-over girlfriend. As the gap closed I realized I wasn't imagining. She kept grinding on my fingers slowly, back and forth as our roommate inched towards her still-dripping pussy. His cock was now so close to her that I swore I felt his hand brush up against mine at the apex of one of his strokes. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was the fact that we'd never see this guy again. Whatever the reasoning behind it, I stopped fingering her clit and instead just spread her pussy lips, leaving her hot, wet hole completely exposed to this strangers cock that was now not even an inch away. 

As soon as I did this my girlfriend gave an almighty grind backwards and I felt the tip of our roommates cock glide neatly into her waiting pussy between my index and middle fingers. She pulled off of him quickly and stopped sucking me for a second, waiting to see what I'd do. I thrust my cock back up into her mouth and she gave another grind backwards onto his cock. I released her pussy to him.

After I let go of her pussy I still had a good view of it while she was sucking my dick. Our roommate was just putting the head of his cock in at first, like he was gauging our reaction. After a few thrusts he saw that we didn't have any objections. He started thrusting harder, putting the entire length of his erection into my girlfriend's pussy. After about 2 or 3 minutes of watching her pussy get pounded by this stranger I came in her mouth. As soon as I started cumming she did as well. She kept her mouth open over my cock as she moaned through her orgasm, while I shot stream after stream of cum into her throat.

As soon as I felt my orgasm fade, I could tell our roommate was close to cumming himself. I heard him say ,"Where do you want it?" My girlfriend looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Cum inside of me. I want to feel it."

I watched as he grasped her hips. He pulled her hard into himself, getting as deep as he could. When he started to cum he held her close to him so he could shoot his load deep into her pussy. She came again as he did. Hearing his moans mixed with hers made me instantly hard again.

After he came in her, she fell sideways on to the bed. I could see his cum dripping out of her pussy as she passed out...

To be continued...



Sharing My Girlfriend and Her Mom



Chapter 1

I started my new job the day after school ended. While most of my friends were lounging around by the pool or hanging out at the movies, my father suggested that I needed to "build some character." Instead of landing a fun job, one that maybe involved a little bit of goofing off, my dad insisted I take a job that will "teach me the value of working for my money." What a jerk. So on the first day of summer vacation before my senior year of high school I was in line at the hardware mega-store, gallons of paint and supplies in my cart, ready to build some character. 

My first and only painting job was at my neighbor's. Mrs. Shannon wanted to have most of her interior rooms repainted, a job that guaranteed a month's load of toil. At least it was indoors. As I scanned buckets of paint for the kitchen--her first room to tackle--I smiled to myself. The only bright side of this job, well two bright sides, was Mrs. Shannon and her daughter Amy. Amy was in my year in high school, although we didn't interact much. She was one of the hottest girls in my grade, completely out of my league. Just running into her here and there over the years had caused me to develop a small crush on her. I was excited about the prospect of seeing her a little more often this summer. I was even more excited about seeing her mom, Susan, on a regular basis. Like her daughter, Mrs. Shannon was gorgeous. Unlike Amy, Mrs. Shannon had a mind-blowing rack that made everyone on the street drool when she jogged by. I figured I'd be getting directions from her often enough to keep my mind busy while I painted. Between Amy and her mother, this was going to be a distracting job.

We had agreed that I would start at ten each day. It took longer than I expected to get out of the hardware store, but I made good time heading back home. I had received a text message from Mrs. Shannon that morning telling me to come in when I arrived, no need to knock. I had known the Shannon's forever, although Mr. Shannon had died when I was very young. I did know that they were loaded; most people in my neighborhood were. Hence the need for me to develop some more character. Dad was always worried I'd be spoiled, so he made me earn everything. Not bad parenting, really, but still kind of annoying.

It was five minutes to ten when I parked my car and set the gallons of paint and my rollers. I was about to knock when I remembered Mrs. Shannon gave me a key and had sent a text saying 'just come in when you're ready...no need to knock.' It felt a little weird to have free access to the house, but she wanted me painting even if she was out I guess. I had run into Amy the day before at the store and she actually talked to me for a few minutes, so I was hoping to run into her if she was home, but her car was gone.

I opened the door and announced myself. I heard nothing, so I let myself in. The kitchen was to the right, but I stopped dead when I looked to the left. There, in the middle of their spacious living room, was Mrs. Shannon, asleep on the couch. Not just asleep, but topless. That's right, topless. I stood there, not ten feet away from her, unable to move. Her blonde hair fell about her shoulders, one hand rested on her bare stomach. She wore jeans, and that was it. Her breasts--good god they were even better than I imagined--rose and fell with each breath.

I froze, the hair on my neck standing up as I tried to decide what to do. If she woke up right then I'd be in trouble, I knew that much. I thought I should probably leave quietly and come back later, but then she'd assume I was late and I'd be in trouble. Less trouble for sure, but trouble anyway. Either way I could end up losing my job on the very first day, something I wanted to avoid. I could announce myself again, or step outside and ring the doorbell, even though she explicitly told me not to. 

As I stood there thinking of possible actions I was aware of a stirring in my pants. I had fantasized about Mrs. Shannon for years, so to see her topless like this was having a profound impact on me. I found myself running through another series of thoughts, ones involving me and Mrs. Shannon. As I tried to figure out what to do I stared at her massive breasts, her nipples hard from the cool living room. I grinned, thinking of the show I was getting, but also worried that she might wake up any second.

She suddenly stirred slightly and I jumped. She exhaled softly and moved her hand, and then was still. The feelings of excitement and nervousness battled inside me and then I decided that I would never see a woman of this caliber like this again. I set my paint cans down quietly, and cautiously walked closer. I was five or so feet away now. Her flat stomach rose and fell gently. I noted that she probably tanned in the nude, or at least topless, because she had no tanlines. I took as good a look as I could, then quickly took out my phone and snapped a few pictures. Then, just as quietly, I picked up my paint and headed into the kitchen. After all, I didn't want to give the impression that I was late. I banged about, being deliberate in making noise as I set up. I even put my phone on the counter and played music through its external speakers. I figured that if she woke up and asked, I'd say I didn't see her because I had headed straight to the kitchen. 

I set up my brushes and rollers. I began edging, because I had painted my own house and had it down to a science. It was after seeing my handiwork that she hired me. And the thousand dollars she was going to pay me was what had gotten me initially interested in the job. Now, after seeing her breasts on display, I would have done it for free. I had run the first coat of edges and had started brushing the corners when something filled me with panic. If Amy came home, and saw her mother topless on the couch, how would I explain myself?

"Nice work, Henry," I heard from behind me. I jumped, almost dropping a paint-laden brush on her tiles. Mrs. Shannon was standing there, now wearing a tight button up shirt. It was white and clearly a size or two too small; I could make out her breasts underneath but tried not to stare.

"Hi," I said, a little jumpier than I should have been. "I came in and wanted to get right to work," I added, a little too quickly.

She nodded with a smile, eyeing my work so far. "I am glad this color looks good on the wall. You never know from the samples."

"Oh, it will dry a little darker. If you want I can change it."

"No, it's fine," she said, looking the room over. "I'm sure it will be fine when it dries. How's it going so far? I see you're not using tape."

"I don't need it," I said. "But if it makes you nervous I can."

"No, no, you're fine," she said, waving a hand. "If you don't mind, I'm going to run some errands. I must have dozed off this morning, and I've got to get some things from the store."

I avoided eye contact and told her I'd be fine on my own. I couldn't let my face betray me as she talked about 'dozing off.' When she returned hours later both coats of paint were dry to the touch and I was just touching a few things up around the room.

"Wow," she said, setting her bags on the table. "You're fast."

"Thanks," I said, "I've got it down pat so I don't waste time. If you see anything I missed let me know and I'll get it in the morning before I start the front hallway. I'm going to do the easy stuff on the first floor before I tackle the bathrooms and the living room. Those vaulted ceilings take a while."

"It looks great," she said. "When I saw what you did at your house I knew you'd do a good job." 

"Well, I am done for the day. Is it okay if I leave my brushes and the paint in the garage? If not, I can drag them home, but I figure I can start faster that way."

"Sure, Henry," she said. "But if you aren't too worn out, could you give me a hand with something when you're done?"

I nodded, and hauled my stuff to the garage, setting everything in a corner. When I returned Susan had a box of light bulbs on the counter and a stepladder.

"Even with the stepladder I can't reach the tallest fixtures. Would you mind putting these in for me? I got those new, high efficiency bulbs."

"Sure, Mrs. Shannon," I said, climbing the ladder.

"Call me Susan, Henry," she said. "And you'll need an oven mitt to get the ones that have been on all day."

When I looked down and took the first bulb from her, I almost fell over. Somewhere in the course of the day several buttons of her shirt had come undone. She was nowhere near immodest, but from my vantage point I could see a lot of her cleavage. While I preferred her breasts unfettered by clothing, this view was amazing. I took the bulb, switched out the incandescent, and handed it to her. 

"So what are your plans this summer, besides painting my house," she asked casually as I took another bulb. I tried not to stare overtly down her shirt, but I did anyway.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe catch some movies. I really like catching them on the big screen."

"So does Amy, you should ask her to go sometime."

"Oh, I don't think she'd want to go with me. We aren't friends."

"You've been neighbors your whole lives. Besides, she's a big movie fan."

"I didn't know that," I said.

"You should ask her to join you next time," she said. It was a funny idea, but I was sure Amy did not want to go to the movies in any context with me.

"So what else is on your agenda this break? Hanging out with friends I am sure. Anything else? A major hobby? A girlfriend?"

"My major hobby seems to be house painting these days," I said with a laugh. "Actually I like to paint watercolors as well, believe it not. And I'll probably spend my free time hanging with my friends; I don't have a girlfriend."

"Amy is a homebody," she said, handing me yet another bulb. "I'm surprised she's out as much as she has been today. Has she been home? I mean, she usually has her nose in a book upstairs."

We did this for all twenty lightbulbs in the kitchen and living room, and by the time I was done I was sporting a fierce erection.

"That's it," she said as I climbed down. She still had not put on a bra, and it was hard to concentration on anything else. "Let me pay you extra for helping with the lights."

"You don't have to Mrs. Shannon. I mean, Susan. It's fine, I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" she said. "I don't want to take advantage of your time."

"No, it's no trouble at all, I'm glad to do it."

"Well, you're very sweet for doing it. It's hard to get these kinds of handy things done around here with just me and Amy, so I appreciate it. So I'll see you tomorrow, ten o'clock?"

"Sounds good," I said, turning to head out the door. She put her hand on my arm, stopping me.

"Before you go, I wanted to apologize," she said. She paused, biting her lip, before continuing. "For this morning." She waited for me to say something but I decided to feign ignorance. "For falling asleep on the couch, without a shirt. I had no intention of making you uncomfortable."

"You know, I walked right into the kitchen and got to work," I said, my eyes making contact with hers and not breaking away. "I did announce myself twice, though."

"I can't imagine what you must think," she said. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Really, I didn't even see anything," I said. "Besides, it's not anything I haven't already seen."

She laughed, patting me on the arm. "You remember that, huh?"

It was years ago, I must have been eight or nine. We had gone over to the Shannon's for a cookout and pool party. I had accidentally walked in on Susan as she changed, and for a brief second saw her topless. It was an old memory, a powerful one, that explained my deep desire for her.

"Next time I'll knock louder," I said.

"Well, just remember to come in as you please, you have a key after all. And next time, I'll try to keep my shirt on."

"I won't complain if you don't," I said, then stopped short. I had meant it as a joke, but who was I to say that to her anyway? I was relieved when she started to laugh, her breasts jiggling. 

"I but you wouldn't," she said. "I haven't had a compliment like that in years." She then patted me on the arm and walked me to the door.

That night I lay in bed, unable to sleep. I was tired from painting, my arms sore, but my mind raced through the events of the day. I unlocked my phone screen and pulled up my secret camera roll. I had already moved the picture off of my normal camera roll in case anyone decided to snoop. There, on the screen, was Susan lying on the couch. My free hand slipped under the covers and found my erect penis waiting. I slowly stroked myself, eventually turning off the screen and imagining her walking around topless, her breasts swaying with each step. Of her on her knees, my penis thrusting between her breasts, fucking them until I came...

And then I came, cum spurting onto my stomach as I stroked myself furiously. I kept at it until the last of my semen dribbled out. I tensed up my muscles and focused, a trick I had been practicing for the day I might actually get it on with a girl, and kept my erection up. I waited, slowly stroking myself, and imagined her now taking me into her mouth, sucking me slowly as my cum dripped off her breasts. I stoked faster now, knowing it would take longer for the second orgasm. I came after some time, my penis still hard and throbbing, and this time I imagined her fully nude, leading me to her bedroom, where I would fuck her until she cried out pleasure. When I was finally finished, my penis spent and flaccid, I was covered in my own semen. I sighed contentedly, drifting off to sleep with visions of Susan Shannon in my head.

Chapter 2

I didn't know what to expect the next day, but when I arrived Susan was not home. She left a note on the counter letting me know to start as I pleased, and that she would be back that afternoon. I took the time to touch up the kitchen, noticing that the new lighting showed a few places I missed the day before. I had already started working on the front hallway when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Amy, still groggy and looking like she just woke up.

While Susan had massive breasts and inspiring curves, Amy was trim and athletic, with as ass that commanded my attention when she walked. She was blonde, with shorter hair than her mothers, which she tended to wear in short, high pigtails. It was a sexy hairstyle, but to be honest anything she did was pretty much sexy. In her tank top and running shorts, it was hard not to stare at her.

"Hey, Henry," she said half asleep. She stopped, looking over the hallway. "So you're going to be here half the summer, with all the painting my mom wants."

"Yeah," I said, trying to avoid making eye contact. Amy still made me nervous; she was in a different league than I was. 

"Well, I hope it's not weird, for you. You know, working at my house all summer."

"No, it's not weird," I said. I paused, "is it weird for you?"
"A little," she said, then quickly added, "not you, I mean. Sorry, that sounded wrong. It's just weird having my neighbor and classmate over here working. It's not like we're hanging out, watching movies or something. It's kind of employer-employee, it's strange."

I needed to salvage this situation. This was the longest conversation I had had with Amy since eighth grade, and it was turning into a business transaction. "Technically I'm working for your mom, so we're cool, you and I," I added lamely.

"At least we'll finally get to get to know each other better. I haven't seen you much since high school started," she said. 

I grinned. Amy was being very nice, although she always was very nice. Looking at her now, I realized the barriers to talking to her were probably of my own design and construction. 

"Well, I've got to paint this hallway today," I said, "but if you're free tonight, do you want to catch a movie?"

"Is this a date, or as neighbors?" she asked. 

I blurted out "neighbors," a little too quickly, making her laugh. 

"All right," she said. "It's a date, or whatever you want to call it." She paused, stretching, revealing a few inches of her toned stomach. "I'm going to grab some breakfast, do you want anything?"

"No, I better start before your mom gets back. I don't want to look like a slacker."

"Alright," she said, and trotted off to the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with a bowl of cereal and sat cross-legged in the hall, out of my way, while I painted.

She ate and we talked, and she stayed afterward, chatting as I worked. She offered to help a few times but, to be honest, I had my technique down and any 'help' would just slow me down. We talked while I painted, and I was surprised by how much we had in common. We were both avid readers, and big movie fans. I had always liked her growing up, but in high school I assumed she was stuck up and ran with the popular kids. 

"I don't," she said, when we got to that subject. "I've got my small group of friends, but none of them are the popular kids. I always wondered why you turned snobby."

"Me?" I said, and then realized she was right. My assumptions about her kept me from talking to her, so who was the snob? "I guess I had you figured out wrong."

"Oh, I don't think you'll ever figure me out," she said with a giggle. Just then we heard her mother come in. Amy's mood instantly changed. She looked at me, then her mother, in an odd way. She was nice to her mom but definitely not what I would call warm. As her mother made idle chitchat with me, Amy scurried off, giving us one last glance before she bounded up the stairs.

"It's nice that you're visiting with Amy," Susan said. "And I see it didn't slow you down at all." She stepped closer to me. I was on the ladder, and once again I could see right down her shirt. Her breasts were threatening to push out of her tank top, and I wondered if her choice in shirts was for my benefit.

She had lunch ready for me in a few minutes, and Amy came downstairs to join us. She had a t-shirt and some different running shorts on that were even shorter than the last pair. The two women eyed each other and the conversation seemed strained. I finished and returned to the hall, where Amy sat with me. I was sitting now, doing the bottom of the wall with the edger. Amy sat with her knees up, talking about which movie to see. She seemed much happier when her mom wasn't around and I felt sorry for her; it must not be easy with just one parent around, just the two of them to focus all their energy and attention on. 

As we continued to chat I started to sneak covert glances at her legs, which were very toned. As I secretly followed the line of her thigh downward, I had to struggle not to react when I saw up her shorts. She wore nothing underneath, and there I sat, looking at her blonde bushy vagina. It wasn't excessively hairy, to be honest I liked a well-groomed bush, and I had to tear my eyes away from her. But we sat there, talking while I painted, her entire glory on display to me. I could see the bottom of her ass as well, and my penis was throbbing with each heartbeat. I tried to maintain eye contact, but even her beautiful blue eyes weren't enough to keep my brain wandering back.

"Well," she finally said, getting up, "I'm going to go run for a while." Her mother had just entered the room and I wondered if Amy was aware of what I could see. "I'll see you tonight," she said, and left.

"Tonight?" Susan said after Amy had left. 

"Oh, we're going to the movies," I said casually, resuming my painting.

"A date?" Susan asked, her eyebrow raised.

"No, just neighbors," I said. 

"I see," Susan said cryptically. She left after a few moments but returned as I was finishing up.

"It looks good," she said. "If you don't mind, I'm going to take a nap in the living room." She saw my expression and grinned, adding, "with my shirt on this time."




Sharing My Girlfriend and Her Mom



"Do you usually take a nap topless?" I asked casually. I figured that after yesterday, we could talk about it like adults.

"Usually, unless I have my neighbor over to paint," she added. "To be honest, I don't like to wear a lot of clothing. Amy hates it, but I'm not usually out here when she's home." She paused, touching an area of dried paint before asking "speaking of which, did you really rush past without looking yesterday? Be honest, I won't get mad."

"Um, well, to tell the truth, I may have taken a quick look. But I wasn't trying to be creepy, and I did announce myself twice first."

"I'm not upset. It's normal, male curiosity. So then let me ask you another question that you can feel free to answer honestly. What did you think?"

"Think?" I asked, a little slow to pick up what she meant.

"About my breasts," she said slowly, to make sure I understood. "I'd like your opinion of them."

I paused, and she looked at me expectantly, adding, "your honest appraisal. I'm thirty-eight, I can handle it." Her eyes twinkled like Amy's.

"I don't know," I said. "My memory's fuzzy."

I meant it as a joke, and for a fraction of a second she did nothing, and I was terrified I had offended her. I was about to apologize for my comment when the unexpected happened. Without a word she reached up and tugged her tank top down. It had spaghetti straps and came right down and bunched up on her waist. There, not two feet away from me, were her breasts. I stared and she stared right back at me, waiting.

"There you go, to jog your memory," she said casually, her hands on her hips. I said nothing for a moment, keenly aware that I had to say something.

"Um," I said, buying myself a few seconds. "Whoa."

"Can you be a little more articulate, or should I pull my shirt back on to give you some time?"

"No, wait," I blurted out, causing her to laugh. "Okay, okay. Um, they're amazing. Definitely amazing?"

"The nicest you've seen?" she prompted.

"The only ones I've seen. At least not on the internet. But, yes, the nicest I've seen, real or online."

She smiled. I kept expecting her to pull her up top but she didn't. "Well now that you've seen them, I don't really care if you see them again. Would you like that, for me to go around here topless when Amy's not around?"

I nodded feebly, completely entranced by her breasts, and her offer. Was she serious? How could I possibly paint with those things on display?

As if reading my mind, she said, "I'm going to run upstairs and let you finish up." She then walked down the hall and out of sight. My penis throbbed painfully from all of the stimulation that day, but I managed to finish my work and pack up my things. As I was about to leave Susan came back downstairs, her tank top still pulled down.

"Have fun tonight," she said with a grin. I was about to say goodbye when she took me by the hand and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for making my day," she said. As I headed out the door, she pulled her top back up, adjusting it as if nothing had happened.

I had just enough time to shower and get dressed before I needed to pick up Amy. I had contemplated jerking off in the shower to relieve the tension but knew I'd be pushing it, time-wise. At a young age I figure out how to cum more than once, and I was too greedy to do it just once. Better to wait and fully enjoy it, I thought. 

Amy was walking across my lawn when I exited the house. 

"I thought I'd meet you halfway," she said. She had the same shorts and t-shirt on, and my mind immediately returned to the memory of seeing up those shorts earlier. Had she put anything on underneath? She kept glancing over her shoulder toward her house as we walked to my car.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," she said distractedly. "My mom won't let up about me going to the movies with you."

"I thought she was okay with it," I said, a little nervous. I felt a little strange going to the movies with Amy after critiquing her mother's breasts an hour earlier.

"She is. She's just pestering me," Amy explained. "It's not you she has a problem with, it's me. She's just so, so nosy," she finished.

We had picked an adventure movie about the end of the world and sat in the very back. The ads were still cycling before the previews, and Amy turned to face me.

"Okay, Henry, I need you to be honest with me."

I panicked inside, worried she knew about her mother, but she added "is this a date?"

I ran through the possible answers but decided on the truth. "I think I'd like it to be."

"Good," she said simply, and raised the armrest between us, scooting closer to me so our thighs were touching. "Because I was worried you were only interested in me as a neighbor. In fact, I was hoping your feelings were a lot more than neighborly."

I couldn't believe my ears, and then she took one more step and shocked me further. She kissed me on the lips, softly. But when I kissed her back her tongue darted into my mouth and before I knew if the movie was already in full swing. We paused, looking at each other. The theater was half-empty and no one was around us.

"I'm not that interested in the movie anyway," she said, and we started kissing again. My hand found her knee, and she put her hand on mine and slid it halfway up her thigh. We continued to kiss and I slowly, slowly made my way closer to her running shorts, hoping that she had not bothered to change at all since I last saw her. She made soft panting noises whenever our lips broke apart. As my hand traveled further up her thigh I wondered how close I could get. I felt the first contact with the fabric of her shorts and realized I was an inch way from her pussy. She kissed me harder, and bucked her hips forward, and my fingers made contact with her soft pubic hair.

She was soaking wet.

Whatever sequence of events led me to that moment, one thing was perfectly clear to me. Amy was very horny and was more than happy to let me have access to her. As my right hand gently brushed her wet labia my left went behind her back and pulled her close to me. I held her tightly as I continued to stroke her labia, marveling at how slippery she was down there. She panted and kissed me as my fingers gently stroked her labia, traveling slightly north and rubbing her tiny clit. She responded instantly, spreading her legs wider and jutting her hips out. I rubbed her clit slowly, putting firm pressure on it as I made tiny circles on and around it. I had no idea what I was doing. This was by far the most experience I had ever had with a girl, but I took my cues from what made her breathe harder, and the rest seemed to come by instinct. No one else was on our row or in front of us, but the thought that we could be caught any second seemed to heighten the fun for both of us.

"Don't stop," she whispered, "I'm close."

I kept the rhythm and pressure the same, and she kissed me harder, her whole body tensing up. I could feel her back muscles tense her her legs spread wider as she started to buck her hips. Amy was coming. 

She squirmed and gasped and thrashed against me but I knew better than to stop or changing anything. I kept rubbing her pussy until she slumped against me. My hand was soaked and I could feel the heat radiating from her. 

"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked.

"Right here, just now," I said in a whisper. 

"Can you do it again?" she asked. 

I answered by resuming rubbing her. This time she threw her right leg over my thighs and I moved my left hand lower and gripped her ass. I had dreamed about her ass for years and here I was, cupping it as I rubbed her out on our first date. It took her much less time to come this time, and I kept rubbing her until she came a third time. She was slumped back in the seat, her eyes glassy and her legs spread wide. The credits started to roll and she sat up, kissing me deeply.

"I don't have time to pay you back," she said sheepishly. "I guess I got a little greedy."

"It's okay," I said, and meant it. "Next time."

"You're on," she said, kissing me.

We had milkshakes at an all night diner, just talking about things. Our hobbies, interests. We had a lot in common, including a complete lack of physical experience.

"Can I tell you something totally embarrassing," she asked. "That was my first kiss. And, well, my first time doing that."

"Me too," I said, blushing.

"I can't imagine what you think of me," she said. "That was pretty forward."

"Um, I think you can imaging what I think," I said with a grin. She laughed, and leaned over to kiss me. 

"I think I'm going to enjoy this," she said, kissing me again.

I dropped her off an hour later and headed straight up to my room. I had already kissed her on her front door, our bodies pressed together. I had to leave or else I would have ended up rubbing her off on her doorstep. My parents were already asleep and I couldn't wait any longer to relieve the pressure in my penis. After seeing Amy's pussy that morning, and her mom's breasts, and then rubbing Amy out while we kissed at the movies, I was about to explode. I lay on my bed, both hands stroking my engorged penis as I thought about the feeling of Amy's wet pussy, her firm ass, her lips on mine. 

As I stroked myself another vision came to mind, competing with my focus on Amy. It was Susan. Topless, her breasts swaying while she walked. How unlike her daughter and yet how they both preoccupied by thoughts. Images of the two darted in and out of focus until I came, spurting jets of cum up my t-shirt. I kept stroking through that orgasm, once again staying hard as I kept at it, thinking of Amy and Susan until I came again. With each successive orgasm less semen issued forth from my penis, but the sensations of each orgasm intensified. Finally, spent after three climaxes, I drifted off to sleep, my penis flopped against my leg, my shirt streaked with my cum.

Life was definitely getting more interesting.

Chapter 3

I got a text from Amy the next morning. She was going to meet me for lunch, but she had some shopping to do first. I headed over to her house anyway, as I had work to do. It was a little strange walking into my girlfriend's house. It was a little strange to call Amy my girlfriend, but she had introduced me to a friend of hers as her boyfriend at the diner the night before. When I walked in I half expected to find Susan topless, and I was right. There she was, napping on the couch. I knew she didn't work; whatever had happened to Mr. Shannon years ago ended up in a major accidental death lawsuit; the Shannons were set for life. It was small consolation for the loss of her husband, but Susan lived a comfortable life. 

She was racked out on the couch, a magazine on her lap. Her breasts spilled onto the couch as she slept on her side. She wore a pleated skirt that was, to my surprise, riding up her thighs. Her bare ass was on display. It wasn't as tight and round as Amy's, but it was very nice. A few blonde pubic hairs and just a hint of her labia stuck out between her thighs. I watched, mesmerized, taking in the sight of her almost naked body, when she suddenly stretched, waking up.

"Oh, Henry," she said, as if she'd been expecting me. She looked at me and then looked herself over, realizing her ass was completely exposed. "Well, that's what I get for sleeping in a skirt," she added.

"I didn't mean to look," I said.

"Oh, you don't have to cover," she said. "It's natural. I guess you've seen a lot of your girlfriend's mom the last few days. She told me this morning," she added. "I'm happy for you two. Although," she said, sitting up and straightening her skirt, "I might be a little envious. After all, you are a handsome young man. But how could I compete for your attention? But I guess I probably have it now."

She then stood up, smoothing out her skirt and going about her business without a shirt on at all. It was definitely having its effect on me, and I found myself constantly fighting an erection in my shorts while I painted. She put a shirt on shortly before Amy came home. Amy gave me a hug and a kiss, and I felt guilty that I had been talking to her half-naked mother all morning. My sense of morality was all over the map, and I was wondering how I could be okay with all of this. 

Lunch was tense. I felt guilt over having seen Amy's mom topless. And I felt a strange tension between mother and daughter. Some kind of competitive coldness between them. It was perhaps the most awkward hour of my life, although I had no idea how insignificant those feelings of awkwardness would seem later.

Amy then had to go to trumpet lessons and left, leaving me alone with Susan. 

Susan's shirt was off before Amy's car had left the driveway. "There," she said, "much more comfortable." She paused, "unless you feel guilty about Amy?"

Just hearing Amy's name made me feel guilty. She could read it on my face, because she added, "Oh, don't be. It's nothing more than nudity. In some cultures, I could just step outside and swim in the nude. It doesn't mean anything beyond that." Susan then unfastened the button on her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Like Amy she had a neatly-trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, a perfect triangle. I stood there, stunned.

"You should keep painting," she said, as if nothing happened. I resumed my work while she walked around the house naked. My work suffered, as I had to retouch several areas where I had missed because she walked by. A few hours later she brought me an iced tea, and leaned on the wall where I had yet to start painting.

"This is certainly liberating for me, but I bet not so much for you," she said. "You must be hard as a rock."

I blinked in shock, but she just laughed it off. "I know how it works, you know. I can tell your body is definitely noticing. It's flattering, so don't worry about it. No one has seen me naked in over a decade. I have to say I'm enjoying it."

I said nothing, just drank my iced tea while she talked. It helped hide my nerves.

"In fact, I haven't been with a man in just as long," she said, taking a step toward me. Suddenly she took the drink from my hand and set it on the stepladder. I took a step back but she kept on me. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently led me backward to the living room. I was paralyzed with fear, or excitement, or both.

"I would give just about anything to get fucked right now," she whispered, and pressed herself against me. Her hands cupped my ass and she pressed her breasts hard against my chest. She reached up to kiss me and I tried to move back but she was plastered to me.

"Henry," she said with a whisper, "Amy doesn't need to know. I see how you look at me, don't tell me you don't want to."

"I...I don't," I said, trying to find the words. I knew that my resolve was ebbing by the second. If I hesitated any longer I'd give in. But she wouldn't relent, so what could I do?

I decided the best thing to do was to try and head her off. I took her by the shoulders and spun her around. She grinned as I gently shoved her over the edge of the couch. Her chest lay on the couch, with her ass sticking up in the air. I could see her pussy was wet and swollen, waiting for me. 

"Fuck me," she panted, her face half-buried in the couch.

I wanted to. But I couldn't. I couldn't do that to Amy. Even if she never found out. While I lusted for her and her mother, my feelings were for Amy only. So I decided then and there to help Susan Shannon as best as I could. I started rubbing her clit, her pussy already soaking wet. She responded, sticking her ass higher in the air. From behind I gently slid two fingers into her warm pussy. It was wet, warm, and smooth, like nothing I had ever felt. I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her as I vigorously rubbed her clit. She panted, bucking her hips to match my rhythm.

I was fingering my girlfriend's mom.

Susan moaned and panted and I felt her pussy contract as she came. I sped up the motion of both hands, my fingers making sloshing noises in and across her wet pussy. I kept at it until she started to come again right on the tail of her first orgasm. I kept rubbing and fingering her, eventually slipping a third finger inside her. A trail of wet fluid ran down her thigh, and I could feel her vagina clamp hard against my fingers with each orgasm.

"Don't stop!" she exclaimed as she came again. She was panting, her whole body shaking as she climaxed. I kept at it through a fourth orgasm, after which she pulled away. Her pussy was wide and swollen, dripping with her juices as she lay forward on the couch. There was a large wet spot on the leather of the couch where she had ground against it. I marveled at my handiwork; apparently both Shannon women liked getting rubbed off. She rolled over, panting, her legs spread and her face flush.

"Whoa," was all she said for a moment, then she added after a deep breath, "any chance I can get you to fuck me right now?"

"I can't, really I can't. I already shouldn't have done what I did," I said in pleading voice that meant 'don't ask me again because I'm at the end of my resolve.' She nodded, gently running her hands across her body.

"Well, any chance I can get you to do that again?" she asked. I opened my mouth to say something but she stopped me. "You better head home. If you stay any longer I'll start begging you. I think if you can just do what you did when I need it, then I can behave myself." She grinned, and stood up and pecked me on the cheek.

"Amy is a lucky girl," she said, as I walked out the door.

I sat in my room, terrified. I had definitely done something very wrong, and yet very exciting. But my feelings of guilt won out over the excitement. It seemed I'd be spending my summer painting Susan's house and finger-fucking her. The memory of her nude body shuddering through climax after climax had my dick throbbing. I was too preoccupied to eat dinner, and I realized it was suddenly dark when I heard a tap on my window.

Startled, I headed to the balcony. My room had a balcony that faced Amy's room. Between us was a massive oak tree. There, leaning over her balcony, was Amy, a few small twigs in her hand.

"Hey," she whispered. "I thought you'd be here when I got home. What's up?"

"Just hanging out," I said nonchalantly. 

"Can I come over?" she asked. 

I nodded, and expected her to disappear and head downstairs. I looked at the clock and realized it was midnight. I didn't know if my parents, who were happy to hear that Amy and I were dating, would be too happy to have her ring the doorbell.

Instead of heading downstairs she suddenly climbed out of her window and onto a thick branch of the tree. I looked alarmed but she just grinned. She deftly crossed two more branches and then dropped quietly onto my balcony.

"Well, that was convenient," she said with a grin as she slipped into my bedroom. "I haven't seen your room in a long time," she whispered.

"I know," I whispered back. My parents were asleep down the hall, as was my younger brother. 

"So tomorrow my mom wants to have you over for dinner," she said. I couldn't read her expression but I was nervous I'd give something away at the mention of her mom's name. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty for what I had done.

"Amy," I said, but she put a finger to my lips. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I had to say something. "Listen, Amy, I need to tell you something."

"Me first," she said. She had a seriousness in her eyes that I had never seen before. "I've been thinking a lot about last night, what happened. I didn't think things would go that far. I'm not like that, you know? It's like I said, I've never so much as kissed someone. And I had never had those kinds of urges before. I don't know, something kind of, kind of unlocked inside me."

She paused, her hand holding mine, and she smiled nervously before continuing, "I guess I am trying to say I hope you don't think I'm some kind of slutty girl."




Sharing My Girlfriend and Her Mom



"I don't think that," I said, gently squeezing her hand. 

"Because I really like you," she said. "I mean, I have never thought about letting someone do what I had you do. I would never have flashed you yesterday morning."

"You knew?" I asked in surprise.

"Of course," she said with a quiet laugh. I didn't forget to wear anything under my shorts, it was intentional to see if you'd notice. Saying it out loud, I can't believe I did that."

"I don't think you're slutty," I said. "I can't believe I bring that out in you. To be honest, it's kind of cool. And I really like you, Amy. I mean, after last night I was wondering where we stood, and I was so relieved when you introduced me as your boyfriend."

"I thought that was a nice way to remove any ambiguity," she said with a grin. "I had a crush on you when we were kids," she admitted, "and I was heartbroken when you stopped talking to me. I used to fantasize that you'd call me up on a date."

"I used to fantasize that I'd be able to see a glimpse of you changing through our windows," I said. 

She laughed quietly, then said. "If I had known you were trying to see, I'd have left the curtains open," she said. "Maybe from now on I will." 

"But I want to tell you something," I said, suddenly feeling an urge to confess.

"Tell me later," she said, leaning in for a kiss. "All this talk about how horny you make me is making me horny." She laughed, and so did I. 

My desire to tell her about her mom was slowly losing out to my desire for her. She kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth, as she pressed herself close to me and we fell back on the bed. Any attempts to tell her what was happening with her mom were gone now, as I ran my hand up under her shirt and over her bare breast.

"Oh, god," she whispered, pressing herself against me. We kissed for a while, and then she sat up, deftly running a hand under the waistband of my shorts.

"I owe you from last night," she said in a heavy voice, and freed my throbbing erection and started to stroke it. I gasped, enjoying the feel of her hand on me. As she stroked me I ran my hand up her thigh, up her shorts, and underneath. Once again I was met immediately by her damp pubic hair.

"Hey," she said in mock protest, "I'm trying to pay you back."

"It's more fun if we do it at the same time," I replied.

She grinned, and spread her legs a little as I started to rub her. I looked into her eyes as she leaned over me slightly, stroking me while I rubbed her clit. Her shorts had a growing wet spot, and I dripped pre-cum all over her hand. She stroked me with both hands while I rubbed her wet pussy. I wanted to insert my free hand inside her but I couldn't from this position.

Amy stroked me faster as my penis leaked more pre-cum. I was getting close to coming, and I tried to keep my focus on her vagina but soon found myself losing my rhythm. I gasped, thrusting my hips upward as I came, my penis spraying jets of cum in the air. She giggled quietly and leaned back from the onslaught of semen. She kept stroking, the smaller spurts of cum covering her hands. As my orgasm subsided she let go and I resumed fingering her clit. She too was close, and was now grinding on the bed as I rubbed her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh, Henry," she panted, and started to buck her hips. I rubbed her faster as she came, her body tensing up and shuddering. When it ended she leaned forward and kissed me.

"Is it normal to still be hard? Did I do it right?" she asked, touching my still swollen penis.

"No it isn't normal, but yes you did it right," I said with a grin.

"Does it still work? I mean, right now?"

"It takes longer for me to come, but yes," I said, feeling very satisfied both with my orgasm and her impression of my erection.

"Well, then..." she said, and straddled me in a sixty-nine position. She immediately ran her tongue along the shaft and over the head of my cum-streaked penis. I inhaled sharply as she licked me up and down. Her vagina was inches from my face, and I gently pulled her shorts aside and ran my tongue up and down her labia.

It was hard with her shorts in the way, but running shorts are baggy and I had enough room. She now took me into her mouth and stroked me with one hand, sucking my penis as I tongued her vagina. It was so intimate, being so close to her like this. I gently probed the entrance of her vagina with my finger, sliding it in slowly. I didn't know how much resistance I'd encounter, but she was so wet and it slid in without effort. I slowly pressed inward and upward, toward the upper wall of her vagina, as I licked her. The effect was almost immediate. She started coming again, gently grinding her vagina against my face. 

As she came she took me deep into her mouth, her moans vibrating my penis. She kept sucking me as she came once, and then again almost immediately. My face was slick with her juices but I kept licking her, my finger pressing against the inside wall near where my tongue was probing her clit. I felt myself close to coming, and wondered if I should warn her. 

Before I could say anything, she lifted herself off of me, my finger slipping out of her with a wet sound. She bent over, concentrating her efforts on my penis as I ran my hand along her thigh. 

"I'm close," I whispered, and she intensified her efforts. I felt myself tensing up, and Amy must have, too, because she started to stroke me furiously while sucking, and I came. As usual it was a smaller amount, but Amy swallowed it completely and without hesitation. When she sat up, my penis fell half-limp onto my thigh.

"I thought you might go for a third time," she said, eyeing my still-pulsing member.

"I could if the first two weren't so intense," I said. She smiled, kissing me and snuggling close.

We sat there for some time, talking quietly. I turned off the lights and she held me close. 

"I can't believe how intense that was," she said. "That thing you did with your tongue and finger, I'm still tingling from it."

"I can't believe how hot my girlfriend is," I said. 

"Really?" she said in a skeptical tone.

"No, really," I said. "I can't believe that would be a surprise to you. You have to know how beautiful you are."

"It's nice to hear you say it, that's for sure," she admitted. "You'd be surprised how much growing up with a mom like mine can erode your self esteem. The way everyone looks at her, like she's some kind of living barbie doll. It's not easy competing with that.

"You don't need to compete with your mom," I said. I was glad that the room was dark. I meant it, but I was worried she'd pick up on my guilt. 

"You don't think my mom is pretty?" she asked.

"I didn't say that. But I am saying you're prettier."

"Henry Crommings, you are something else, you know that?" She sat up, kissing me once. "I better go home, otherwise I'll fall asleep here. It's late enough as it is."

I helped her out the window, watching as she snuck back into her room. When she was inside she opened the blinds, switching on her light. I watched as she smiled, waved, and then slowly stripped off her clothes. She stood there, naked, and blew me a kiss before turning off the light. I knew that from now on, the blinds would stay open. I also knew that I needed to tell Mrs. Shannon that I could never touch her again.

Chapter 4

"Susan, I can't," I said.

It was the next day, and I had barely gotten the paint cans from the garage when Susan accosted me. She was already naked, having stripped the second Amy left. She was pressed against me in the living room.

"Henry, just make me come a few times and I'll let you get to work," she said.

"But Amy," I said, trying to resist the effect of Susan's body grinding against me.

"Amy doesn't know," she said in a teasing voice, "and all I'm asking you to do is finger me."

"I can't," I blurted out. She took a step forward and we fell backward on the couch. She was on top of me, kissing me, and I knew I was going to lose any moral battle within minutes. "Please," I said, and she stopped. 

Susan sat up next to me, and I propped myself up. She paused, looking at me pensively. "You really care about her, don't you?"

I nodded, and she looked at me without saying a word. "Then I want to apologize for coming on to you. I can't compete with an eighteen-year-old for your attention."

"It's not like that," I said. Man, these women had a real competitive streak with each other. "I care about Amy and I don't want to hurt her. It's not, well, it's not you."

"I shouldn't be walking around here naked," she said. "It's just that, well I hadn't been with a man since Amy's father died. And before that, well let's just say I never went long without being satisfied."

She paused, patting me on the knee, and continued, "you know, before I met Warren, her father, I was a bit of a wild child. It seemed like I was always getting into situations where I ended up naked with some man's cum inside me."

I was surprised by the brazenness of her words, but she continued, lost in her memories. "I lost my virginity,to a much older man. I was eighteen and babysat his kids, and one night when he drove me home he pulled over down a deserted road and I sucked his dick. Well, that wasn't the first time I'd sucked someone off, but certainly never someone so much older. And I remember walking up the driveway to my house, half past midnight, with cum in my hair and my panties soaking wet. 

"The next time I babysat for them he took me to his office on the way home and fucked me. I remember him slowly easing into me, coming almost immediately after a few quick thrusts. Things progressed from there and soon he was fucking me in the back of his car whenever he drove me home. I think he started taking his wife out more just to get the chance to fuck me afterwards. They even took me with them on a weeklong trip to the beach, and I'd watch their kids by day and he'd fuck me after his wife and kids fell asleep.

"And I thought it was so cool, so rebellious what I was doing. And I guess it showed in some intangible way. Men seemed to know, subconsciously, that I couldn't get enough. I started fucking my high school biology teacher in my senior year. I had gone to his office for help after a test, and the next thing I knew I was bent over his desk."

Susan's hand absentmindedly wandered to her breast, which she slowly caressed as she spoke. I was enthralled, and aroused, and her recounting of her sex life. Her other hand slowly moved between her legs as she sat next to me on the couch.

"Of course Mr. Simmons, my biology teacher, didn't keep things a secret, and by the end of the year my Math and geography teachers had had their way with me. It always began the same way. Help with homework, and they'd compliment me on how pretty I was. Then maybe a hand on my shoulder, and they'd rub my back until they got their hands down my shirt. Once they got their hands on my tits, I was theirs. I'd suck their dick the first few times, then straddle them and fuck them after a few of these visits. It was around that time that I got my first double-team."

Her hand was now vigorously rubbing her pussy now, and she continued. "It started with my neighbor. He was older, in his fifties, and I had sucked him off a few times because he was a widower and I felt sorry for him. He had the biggest dick I had ever seen, and the first time I saw it I wondered if I'd be able to handle it, so I had him fuck my tits several times before I let him stick it in. And then one day my stepfather caught us, and he was irate. I was worried he'd call the police, when I had actively pursued our neighbor in the first place, so I begged my stepdad to let him suck him, right then and there. We were in my bedroom, and I was naked, and I knew he'd noticed me before. He suspected my loose ways but never said anything, and within a minute his dick was in my mouth. I sucked him and our neighbor, Mr. Collins, fucked me, his big dick filling me completely. They both came inside me that day."

Susan was now grinding on the couch, close to coming. "And after that my stepdad kept a close eye on me, eventually chasing away my teachers, although I still found time for the boys in my grade. But my stepdad fucked me almost every day, in every location imaginable. Once I even fucked him on the floor of his bedroom while my mother was asleep on the bed. Of course she suspected, but she never caught us, even the time he took me from behind at her sister's wedding."

Susan cried, out, arching her back, and came. Her breasts shuddered and she whimpered as her body went limp. She lay back on the couch, her chest heaving.

"But when I met Amy's father my stepdad had passed away a few years before, and I had settled down to one man at a time. But when Warren, Amy's father, passed away, I thought I would be done with sex forever. But I need it, it's been too long," she said. 
I stood up, and she looked at me expectantly, and I said, "stick your ass in the air and I'll get you off one last time, but this is it."

She grinned, and got on her knees, sticking her ass in the air and wiggling it slowly. I began fingering her, her pussy already dripping from her last orgasm. Her pussy accepted my fingers readily and she was already close to coming. 

"Oh, oh!" she cried out, coming hard, her body shuddering as I fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit. I kept going, keeping the rhythm through her orgasm, until she came a second time. Now she was crying out loudly, moaning, as I rubbed her faster and faster. 

Susan came a third time and fell forward on the couch. Her pussy was red and swollen, her labia partially open from arousal. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, "let me suck your dick, just this once." I hesitated, but she asked again, "whip it out and let me suck it. I want your cum on my face, on my tits."

I buckled, and she sat up and unzipped my shorts. They fell to the floor, and she took me into her mouth without ceremony. I fought off any guilty feelings about Amy as her mother sucked me. She cupped her own breasts and she sucked, her moaning driving me wild. Her hair flipped back and forth as she sucked me in an almost violent fashion.

"I'm gonna come," I said suddenly, and she took me out of her mouth and stroked furiously. I erupted with a powerful orgasm, sending jets of hot semen across her face and breasts. I kept coming, and the cum on her face dribbled onto her massive tits until I was completely spent. I was still hard, though, but quickly moved away and pulled up my shorts before she got any ideas. She lay back on the couch, splattered with semen, content and drowsy.

"You'd better get to work," she said lazily.

"You'd better clean up," I said, eyeing her cum-covered body. 

She laughed, getting up and walking slowly up the stairs.

Amy arrived an hour later, but even before that I felt guilty. I had made up my mind to tell her the truth. It meant losing my girlfriend and my summer job in one shot, but I couldn't hurt Amy. I was planning on painting her room next, and she had asked to help me with it. We were already taking down pictures and moving furniture from the walls to prep for painting, and Amy could see something was wrong.

"What's on your mind, Henry?" she asked. "Wondering if I'm going to sneak across to your room again?"

"Oh, yeah," I said absentmindedly. "Well, no. I mean, yes, but..."

She put a finger to my lips and kissed me. "What's up? You are a world away."

I took a deep breath, put my hands on her shoulders, and said, "you'd better sit down."

And so I told her. I told her about her mom asleep topless, and then about her mom coming on to me, and then me fingering her, and finally the blowjob. I skipped over her mother's tales of depravity, hoping to spare her a little but of insult. Amy said nothing, just sat on her bed and listened intently until I finished. I was exhausted by my confession, and when I was done she motioned for me to sit down next to her. She leaned in close, and to my surprise, kissed me.

"I know, dummy," she said. I was shocked, and she giggled quietly and kissed me again. "I've known the whole time."

"What?" I said.

"I'm sorry for surprising you, making you sweat it out. Although," she added with a grin, "I was glad to hear you protesting, that you cared enough about me to try and fend her off."

"You heard?" I said.

"Yup. From up here. All those days I left to run errands? I parked down the street and raced back here. You can get to my window from the ground floor, it's just a matter of climbing that tree."

"You spied on us?" I asked, still surprised. "Why?"

"Oh, because I knew my mom, and I knew she'd try something. She's been acting funny lately, coming on to the mail man, things like that. She asked my trumpet teacher if he's single, and then she's been eyeing you for weeks. So I thought I'd check up on her, and sure enough she was at it, trying to seduce you. But I don't blame you," she said.

"You don't?"

"No, because I didn't say anything to stop you even though I knew what she was up to, but more important than that because I know it must be hard to fight off of woman like that coming at you. I mean, if I had tits like that..." she said, and trailed off.

"Amy, you don't think you need to compete, do you?"

"Don't I?" she asked.

"No, of course not!" I said. "You are way better looking than your mom."

She paused, and blushed. "Are you serious?"

"Very," I said. "But it's not just that. I really like you, Amy. I felt horrible, what I did today. I couldn't go on another minute without telling you. I knew you'd dump me over it, but I couldn't lie to you."

"Oh, I'm not dumping you," she said. She laughed at my shocked expression. "Really. I'm not even mad. Like I said, I knew what was happening. I'm just glad you like me better."

"Of course I do!" I said, still surprised she wasn't angry. I paused, then added, "Are you sure you're okay with what happened."

"Sure," she said. "I've been competing with her for years. She'd always try and come on to any guy who ever talked to me. You can't imagine what it's like."

"Well you don't need to worry about me," I said.

"I know," she said, and kissed me. 

I was expecting to get dumped that afternoon, and I deserved it. Instead, Amy was okay, and actually glad that she had one-upped her mother. And now, still in Amy's good graces, she was kissing me, pulling me closer. I kissed her back, unsure of how to reciprocate. 

Any doubt I had was erased as Amy reached down and pulled off her shirt. She wore no bra, and I marveled at her breasts. Though much smaller than her mothers, they were pert and perfect.

"You look amazing," I said.

Bingo. She grinned, and stood up, slipping out of her shorts. Like previous days she wore nothing underneath, and before I could admire her naked form for too long, she knelt down between my legs and started working my belt buckle.

"Amy..." I said

"Shh," she said back. "Never stop me when I'm determined to do something." She already had my dick in her hand and was stroking it. I gasped as she took it into her mouth, taking me all the way in.

I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying myself as she sucked me. I realized that her mother was down the hall, but I didn't care if she caught us. Amy continued to suck me, although having come not too long before I knew it would take a while. 

Amy stood up, panting slightly, and pulled me into a standing position. My shorts fell to the floor and I kicked them off. She pulled off my short and then embraced, kissing each other. 

"I want you inside me, right now," she said. I nodded, and cupped her ass as she jumped up on me. She wrapped her legs around me as the head of my penis pressed against her wet labia. "Henry," she said pleadingly. "Go inside me."




Sharing My Girlfriend and Her Mom



I pushed gently and the head of my penis slipped into her. I slowly lowered her body onto me until she completely enveloped my dick. I had expected some more resistance, I had always read it was hard on a girl the first time. But Amy seemed ready and eager to accept my thrusts as we started to fuck.

Amy bounced on my penis as I held her close, our bodies pressed together. She panted between kisses, close to orgasm. She ground against me and I felt her pussy contract. She was so tight that I had to thrust harder just to maintain my rhythm, and she kissed me hard as she started to come. Her legs wrapped tighter and she ground against me in a rhythmic motion. 

"Put your legs up on my shoulder," I said quickly after her orgasm ended. I leaned forward with her in my arms, and the raised her legs up to they pointed straight up, her calves resting on my shoulders. I still held her but now I supported all of her weight by cupping her ass. In this position she was bent in half but I could thrust deep into her, fucking her harder as the momentum of her falling body added to the force of my thrusts. 

"Oh god," she whispered as we fucked harder. I was worried the sound of our slapping bodies might be too loud, but soon Amy came again, this time with me close behind her.

"I'm coming," she said.

"Me, too," I panted.

"Inside me," she begged, and I kept thrusting into her as I came. She gasped as my penis pulsed, filling her with my cum. When I finished we slowly fell toward the bed and disentangled from that demanding position. We lay together, naked, my penis spent from coming with two different women that day.

"I have to say, I've been getting wet watching you from upstairs," she admitted.

"Thanks?" I said, unsure of how to respond. She laughed, playing with my hair and kissing me.

"By the way," she said, "I noticed you were still hard after you came on my mom, I'm glad you put it back in your pants and saved some for me."

Suddenly something occurred to me. "What a minute, you've been watching for days, so you've heard everything?"

"Everything my mom said?" she asked. "Of course. I heard every little detail. I knew she was slutty growing up, but I had no idea. I mean, her stepdad? Getting double teamed? Whoa."

"Yeah," I said. I wondered, on some level, just how different the two women really were.

"Well, rest assured she'll try again tomorrow," she said.

"Yeah, about that, what am I supposed to do? I mean, I can say no, but I'm going to be here all the time."

"Who said you have to say no?" she asked, snuggling close to me. Her eyes twinkled, and she continued, "you're my boyfriend, and I don't want you running around with other girls, but I don't feel the same way about my mom."

"You don't?" I asked.

"Nope," she said plainly. "In fact, I'm curious how far you can push things with her."

"But what if I don't want to?" I asked. To be fair, I didn't know what I wanted, but I felt some level of protest was appropriate.

"Then you don't have to. But, as your girlfriend, I solemnly swear not to be angry at you for doing my mom. In fact, since I'll be watching, I had a few ideas."

Chapter 5

And so the next day I began work as usual. Amy said she was out with some friends, although I expected her to be back in her room in a few minutes. We had worked out a plan the night before after she snuck over to my room for some midnight sex. That time I had taken her over the window sill, our bodies bathed in moonlight. Susan was in the kitchen, wearing a skimpy sundress. I was finishing up Amy's room when I heard the rustle of the tree and then saw my girlfriend climb into her window.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi," she said brightly. "Almost done?"

"Just pulling off the tape around your mirror," I said. "Then I'm going downstairs."

"And has she tried anything?" Amy asked.

"No, I told her I needed to finish your room. No doubt she doesn't want me spending too much time up here."

We spoke in whispers, interspersed with quick kisses as I grabbed my supplies to head downstairs.

"Give her hell, Henry," she said in my ear while patting my butt. I grinned, then headed downstairs.

Susan was making me a sandwich, her usual lunch routine. She had insisted on feeding me as part of the job, and I couldn't complain. She glanced over her shoulder but kept working until I pressed up against her, grinding my erect penis into her soft ass. I knew she wore nothing underneath, so I was pressing right into her ass.

"Hmm, finished painting?" she asked. She started to turn around but I gently pressed her forward so she bent over the counter. Without hesitation I lifted up her sundress. I ran my hands over her bare ass, still pressing my erection against her.

"I thought you were feeling guilty?" she said.

"Should I stop?" I asked.

"No, no don't," she sighed, resting against the counter as I felt up her ass. "Did you enjoy coming on my face yesterday? On my tits?"

"I did," I admitted, running my hand up her back under the dress. "Tell me about the first time someone came on your face," I said, now unzipping my shorts slowly.

"Mmm," she said, pausing. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"I know who fucked you the first time, but I know it wasn't the first time someone tried something," I said. "There's no way you escaped everyone's attention until then."

She sighed as I continued to grind against her. "It was my cousin," she said. "He was my age. I had just turned eighteen. It was at a family reunion, and we were off in the woods, just walking, and then we jumped into the river to swim. I had a bra and underwear on, and he had his boxers. When we got out mine had become see-through, and his erection was sticking straight out. We stared at each other, grinning. And, for some reason, we kissed. At first it was awkward, and then we were in a tangle by the river bank, kissing. He slowly worked his way to touching my tits, and it was heaven. I never wanted to stop."

As she spoke I slowly slid into her. She was already wet, her pussy enveloping me. She wasn't as tight as Amy, and I entered her all the way on the first, slow thrust. She paused until I was all the way inside her, then continued to speak as I slowly fucked her.

"And then I had my hands on his dick. I had only seen my stepdads before, but never hard like that. It was so hard and hot, and I stroked him while he felt me up. It didn't take long for him to come...ahhh," she said, her concentration breaking as I started to fuck her harder. She was rubbing her clit as I pressed into her, and I felt her pussy contract as she came. I thrust into her all the way, my hips slapping her ass as she moaned loudly. When her orgasm ended, I pressed all the way up into her and held myself there, waiting for her to continue her story. She regained her composure and spoke slowly, enjoying the feeling of me filling her inside.

"And then he came. The first few shots hit me right in the face, the rest went everywhere else. He was shocked, embarrassed, but I knew from the second that first strand of cum hit me I was hooked. We cleaned up and got dressed, heading back before we were missed."

I started fucking her again, and this time she lost her focus completely as I fucked her harder, making her come quickly as she was already close. When she finished I pulled out of her and she looked disappointed, but I had an idea. I took her by the hand and led her upstairs. We went slowly, giving Amy time to hide, and I led Susan to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and she hugged me close while we waited for the water to heat up.

"How many times did you jerk him off?" I asked.

"The whole weekend. Five or six times, at least. And I found a few of my other cousins, ones who were a little older, who were more than willing to let me. My older cousins, they wanted more than just a handjob."

"So what did you do?" I asked, idly rubbing her pussy. Behind me I could see Amy lurking around the corner, watching. She was naked, and rubbing herself slowly. I wondered how many times she had already come.

"A few of them, I let them fuck my tits, coming all over them. One of them, his name was Bobby, he taught me how to suck his dick. I probably sucked off three of my cousins that weekend, and five or so fucked my tits."

"What about that first cousin, the one from the woods?"

"Dennis? Oh, I let him fuck my tits, too. And I didn't see any of them again, except Dennis. I saw him at his wedding. And I let him fuck me the night before."

The water was ready and I took Susan inside. The shower was all glass and as we got under the water I knelt down and started to lick her pussy. The water streamed over me but her pussy was warm and swollen from getting fucked twice. She ran her hands through my hair as she leaned against the glass wall. It took me little time to slip two fingers inside her while I licked. She moaned and thrust her hips out as I licked her pussy, my tongue probing her clit. Susan was already worked up from the kitchen and didn't take long to come. She pressed against me and bucked her hips as she cried out loudly. I wondered if Amy was coming, too, as I ate out her mother. When Susan stopped coming she turned off the water and pulled me up gently. We stepped out of the shower. She led me to the part of her spacious bathroom that was carpeted, and knelt in front of me.

"Fuck my tits," she said, taking me into her mouth a few times first. I obliged, thrusting between her breasts and she held them together for me. My dick darted between them, and as I fucked her this way I wondered how many times she had taken a man this way, his cum spilling over her body. I imagined her cousins, whispering to each other, sharing notes about this slutty girl who they barely knew, a relative ready to accept their hard dicks and warm semen.

"That's it," she said, "fuck my tits. Come on me, Henry. Cover me in your cum." 

I was panting, close. I thrust a few more times and erupted. All of the fucking, and listening to her tales of taking all of those cumshots, it all had a huge effect, as I spewed cum on her face, her tits. I covered her in thick strands of hot cum, and she laughed as I splattered her with it. I stepped back, my dick still hard and throbbing.

"Does it always stay hard?" she asked, kissing it once. Streaks of cum ran down her face, dripping onto her tits. A river formed between them down her stomach, slowly making its way to her wet, blonde bush. 

"Almost always," I admitted. She grinned and lay back on the carpet, her tanned legs spread wide. I knelt between her legs, and guided my dick into her pussy. I started to fuck her, the cum on her body running everywhere as I thrust into her. She arched her back, and I was able to thrust all the way into her. She panted hard, her body tensing up.

"Oh!" she cried out, and arched her back more as she came. Her breasts swayed as I fucked her steadily through her orgasm. I then pulled her legs up, and she complied by resting them on my shoulders. Her ass lifted in the air as I essentially folded her in half and kept thrusting. Now I was thrusting hard inside her, burying myself completely with each deep thrust. She moaned, coming, and as her pussy contracted I grinned, looking up at Amy in the hallway. Her mother couldn't see her, but there she was, sitting on the carpet, her legs spread wide, rubbing herself off. Her grin broadened and she reached behind her and produced a red dildo. She slid it inside her pussy and kept rubbing her clit. She fucked herself while I fucked her mother, both women shuddering as they approached an orgasm. She grinned at me and closed her eyes, coming at the same time as Susan.

I kept fucking Susan through several orgasms, until I felt myself close to coming again. I thrust harder into her, our bodies making a loud slapping noise, until I came, emptying what remaining cum--and energy--into her. I leaned back as I came, her legs still up, making her pussy tighter. I pulled out and she brought her legs down as a torrent of cum leaked out of her pussy. She lay there, content and drousy, as I stood up and admired my handiwork. Cum cum on her face and tits was starting to dry, but the cum leaking out of her pussy was running down her ass crack.

"You'd better get back to work, kiddo," she sighed. "You can just shut the door, I don't want Amy to see me accidentally." I leaned down and kissed her breast once, and then shut the door.

I wrapped up my painting for the day and was swimming in their pool with Amy before dinner. Susan had appeared an hour beforehand and had left to pick up some pizzas. As soon as she left Amy wrapped herself around me, kissing me, recounting what happened that day.

"I can't believe it," she said, the shock still on her face. "My mom was a real slut."

"You think so?" I said with a laugh. 

"Sucking off her cousins, letting them fuck her tits. Good lord, who else has she done? I mean, I've met some of these people at weddings! That cousin, Bobby, we called him uncle Bob. I mean, she sucked his dick."

"Well, she fucked your boyfriend, this morning," I added.

"True. She's really loose," Amy said, then asked in all seriousness, "is she loose?"
I could see that competitive streak in her eyes, so I quickly said, "you are much, much tighter, if you're concerned."

She relaxed, kissing me. "I can't imagine what you think of my family."

"You? Or your mom? Or the whole extended bunch of you?"

"Yes," she said simply.

"Well, your mom and the male members of your family, that's certainly a shock. But it was a turn-on to hear her talk about it."

"I know, me too," Amy admitted.

"But you? You're perfect," I said.

"You're sweet," she said.

"So, can I ask you a question, Amy? About the dildo, had you used that before, because..." I said, but she finished for me.

"Because you didn't hurt me when you went in? If you're doubting if I was a virgin or not, I was telling the truth. But I have used that dildo before, lots of times. In fact, it's a bit of a sore point between me and my mom. And now that I know what she was doing at that age, even before, it makes me even madder."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Oh, I had found it, and it was pretty cool, you know, because at that point I was just using pens or whatever else I could find. But I guess I didn't put it away exactly where I had found it, because my mom figured out I had borrowed it. She was pretty mad, and I was grounded for a month. I thought she was a big hypocrite back then, but now. I mean, I got this big lecture about not being old enough, but I'm eighteen...and by then she had sucked off a whole family reunion. And they were her cousins."

"It's kind of gross," I said.

"And kind of hot," she added. I nodded, and she kissed me. "Are you sure you are okay with what happened today?"
"Are you okay with it? I was the one doing all the hard work."

She laughed. "Good point. If you're okay with it, then I'll admit I didn't mind watching and hearing. I must have come ten times. But I prefer the real thing," she added, reaching down and stroking my penis through my bathing suit. I was already hard, and we kissed as she gently stroked me. 

"We have a few minutes," she said. 

"And I have an idea," I added. 

I led her to the edge of the pool, about halfway to the deep end. I could stand here but she needed to hold on to me. I turned her around so she rest her arms on the pool deck. "Put your pussy up against the jet," I said. "Let it hit your clit."

She squirmed, letting the jet rush over her. "I've done this in the bathtub before," she said. "But what about you?"
I pushed her bikini aside, angling myself so that I could enter her from behind. She grinned as she looked over her shoulder. I had to enter her slowly, as she was tighter than her mother, and the pool water worked against any lubrication she produced, but after some work the head of my penis was inside her. I pressed her against the pool wall as the jet stimulated her. I slipped further inside her, but her pussy was getting tighter and I had to work slowly. By the time I was all the way inside her, Amy was coming. She panted hard and I put my hand on her breast as the other hand held her up. Her pussy contracted hard and I was unable to move until her orgasm ended.

"We don't have much time, you better start," she said. With effort I pulled halfway out of her, the pool water cooler than her pussy, and thrust upward. She panted, the jet still hitting the front of her pussy, while I pushed into her. We fucked like that, Amy coming two more times, as I fucked her from behind. She was so tight from her orgasms that it didn't take me long to get close, but right before I came we heard the car door out front. Susan was home.

"Quick," Amy said, and moved away from the jet. I was still inside her, but she swam off of me.

"I'm close," I said, and Amy reached down and grabbed my swollen penis. She stroked and I erupted, a cloud of semen issuing from my dick, forming thick strands in the water. She laughed at the sight.

"So much cum," she said, "how do you keep up with us?"

I laughed, and we separated as her mother came out back with some pizzas. Amy hopped out of the pool to get drinks for us. Her mother set the pizzas on the table and elaborately took off her tank top. She had a small bikini on underneath, and within seconds had kicked off her shorts as well. She looked at me with a grin and then stepped into the water. By that point my cloud of cum had dispersed but I had to stifle a grin as she walked into my sperm. Of course I had already left the same sperm on her and in her pussy that day, but it was still fun knowing that she had no idea. I used to masturbate using the pool jet in my own pool, and I always laughed inside as the rest of the family swam around after I was finished.

Amy came out with a tray of drinks. I noticed a bottle of wine and wine glass alongside our sodas. She set the drinks down and called us over. I got out of the pool, following Susan's swaying ass as she went up the steps. 

"The water is warm," Susan said.

"Warmer than before," Amy said with a quick glance in my direction. We ate, and Susan had a glass of wine with her pizza. We talked, mostly about little things like upcoming movies. Susan had a second glass of wine, then a third. She got up, stretched, and headed into the pool.

"What are you up to?" I asked Amy quietly.

"Nothing," she said slyly. She got up, too, and walked to the pool. She dove in as I stepped into the warm water. When she surfaced, she squealed, covering her bare breasts. Susan laughed hard, watching her daughter look around for her top. Somehow I had the feeling the lost top was far from accidental.

"Oh, I have had that happen more than once," Susan said, tossing Amy her top. "At least it's not anything Henry hasn't seen before," Amy said. I thought Susan would be mad but she just laughed. Her face was flush, it was clear she was a bit tipsy.

"Aha, so you've fooled around a little, hmm?" Susan said. Amy blushed and I opened my mouth to say something, but Susan ignored me. "Well, as long as you're careful, what can I say to stop you?"

Amy grinned and looked at me. "Well, since you approve, mom, I'll just ditch the top." Amy reached up and flung her wet bikini top onto the pool deck with a satisfying thud. She swam up to me and went behind me, hugging me and pressing her bare breasts against me. They were nowhere near as big as her moms--likely a source of her rivalry with her mom--but they were pert and perfect. Susan eyes us with the same competitive streak Amy often displayed. 

"I'm going to get some more wine," she said after a pause. She got up and poured herself a glass drinking it slowly before setting the glass on the table. She walked back to the pool, swimming past us. She looked appraisingly at her topless daughter. "Henry's a lucky man," she said.




Sharing My Girlfriend and Her Mom



"Thanks," I said, and both women laughed. Susan eyed us both, swimming to the steps and sitting down.

"Your newfound freedom is making me jealous," Susan said.

"Mom hates wearing shirts around the house, or anything else," Amy whispered. "But I think you knew that." She then spoke louder, addressing her mother. "Just take it off, mom. Henry's a big boy, it's nothing he hasn't seen already."

Of course Susan thought Amy was referring to her own body, and Susan raised her eyebrows. "I see you two have been busier than I thought. Well, if it won't offend Henry."

"It won't," Amy answered for me. 

Susan hesitated, for the sake of appearances, and then reached behind her and untied her bikini top. Like Amy she tossed it onto the deck, and was now topless. She swam closer to us, Amy still hugging me from behind. Their combined semi-nudity was making me hard and aching for release, even though I had just fucked Amy (and her mother earlier in the day).

"How much of my daughter have you seen?" Susan asked as she swam close to us. I knew that she couldn't possibly get mad, as I had seen her own body, and done many things to it. I took Amy's arm and brought her gently around to the front of me. I hugged her close, her breasts pressed against my arm.

"A lot," I answered.

"A lot?" Susan asked quizzically. Her face was even more flush now. Both women's breasts were commanding my attention, and in my lapse of focus Amy pulled at her bikini strings and worked herself free. She was now in my arms, completely naked, her bare ass pressed against my erection.

"Well," Susan said, "Amy you look amazing."

"Thanks, mom," she said. "You're not bad yourself."

"What does Henry think? Can an old woman like me compete with an eighteen year old?"

"You're not old, mom," Amy said. "You're beautiful." 

Amy broke away from me and swam up to her mother. Amy ducked under the water and reached down, tugging at the strings of her mother's bikini. She pulled them away, and threw both bikini bottoms on the deck. She hugged her mother when she resurfaced. 

The two naked women, hugging innocently, was driving me wild. I could tell the wine was certainly having an effect on Susan, but Amy had only had a diet soda. Amy then swam behind her mother, hugging her from behind. 

"Oh," her mother said as Amy wrapped her arms around her mother's waist. "This takes me back."

"To what?" Amy asked, winking at Henry.

"Oh, back when I was your age," she said. "I used to swim nude all the time."

"You do that now, Mom," Amy said. 

"Oh, I know," her mom sighed. Her eyes were closed. "But I used to swim with my mom and stepdad naked. Of course my stepdad was hard all the time, but I assumed for the longest time it was for my mom. Often I'd come down to their pool and they'd be showering outside. I joined them there, too, the three of us showering together. In the pool it was one thing, but in the shower we were in close quarters, making it hard for my stepdad. He was always accidentally poking me if I reached over for something or moved in front of him to rinse off." 

She opened her eyes, and seemed to remember I was there. "Well, I shouldn't be sharing that with you two," she said. 

"Come on, mom, it's fine," Amy said. "Look, we're just swimming together, like you used to. If it makes you more comfortable, maybe Henry can take off his swimsuit, just like when you were our age."

Susan's eyes lingered on me. Of course she had already seen everything, but I noticed Amy's arms hug her mother tighter, gently rubbing her stomach. This seemed to erode her resolve. "If he doesn't mind," she said nonchalantly.

"Sure," I said, "it's fine." I kicked off my bathing suit, my erection bobbing in the water.

"Hmmm," Susan said to herself, and closed her eyes as I swam closer. She put her legs around me, so that Amy and I supported her weight. She reclined, Amy's arms around her waist and her legs wrapped around me.

"The showers," Amy prompted her.

"Oh, yes," Susan said, her mind taking her back. "Well, my mother was a very open woman, but I could see that it distressed her when we all showered, it was a little too close with her husband aroused. At first she'd try and be a buffer between us, but it was awkward, so she tried more drastic measures."

"Like what?" Amy asked. Amy's arms slipped upward on Susan's torso, so that the bottom of Susan's breasts rested on Amy's arms.

"Well I guess I can tell you," she said with a sigh, "but my mom would give my stepdad a handjob. At first she tried to do it on the sly, like in the pool if I wasn't looking, or would be in front of him, jerking him off and shielding me from the sight. But in the shower there was no hiding it. She just frankly said 'I'm going to do this so we can enjoy ourselves without worrying about you bumping into each other.' And she did it. Right there. I watched while she stroked him, his erection turning redder, until he burst. 

"And after that first time it was pretty much routine. I'd shower with them all the time, pretty much every day, and first thing mom would give my stepdad a handjob. Then one day she actually dropped to her knees and gave him a blowjob. I had never seen another woman give one, and I watched and touched myself as she did it. As time progressed she got more relaxed about it, and I was able to move closer and closer. It was fun to watch. I could tell mom was really getting into it, because sometimes she'd have a hand on her breasts, or if she thought I wasn't paying attention she'd rub herself. And when she did that her mind was too preoccupied to notice I was getting closer and closer, until the day my stepdad came on me."

She paused, and I noticed her breathing was getting deeper. Amy's arms had slid up more, and she was now pressing her arms against her mother's breasts. Susan sighed, her pussy getting red and swollen with excitement. I wanted to touch it but Amy winked at me. She clearly had a plan, and I was willing to follow her lead.

"He was mortified, really. My mom was upset, not at him or me, but at the situation. But I pointed out it was no big deal. I mean, it was bound to happen, being so close together. Mom relaxed as the water washed it off of me, but after that I was right next to them while she jerked or sucked him off. He'd cum on us both, hitting our stomach or legs or mom's face. This happened for months and months, and I could tell mom was missing out, because he never lasted long enough for her to rub herself off. "And then, one day, mom was jerking off dad and trying to rub herself and I decided to help her out. 'Mom,' I said to her, I want to see what sex is like. She looked shocked but my stepdad was quick and added 'it would be good for her to see to loving people, and besides, honey, you've been so generous to me and you never get to enjoy yourself.' Well, that sealed it for my mom, and she straddled him right there, and fucked him. I was right there, watching them, and when they finished mom kissed me on the cheek and we showered up like nothing had happened."

"What happened after that?" Amy asked. We both knew that by this point in time Susan's stepdad and neighbor were already fucking her, but both had pretended as if nothing had happened for her mother's sake. 

"Well, after that they just fucked right away. And I got closer, and closer, until I was pressed against them while they did it. And then one day my stepdad pulled out of my mom and came on me. He rubbed against me while he came. I don't know if I should tell you this," she said suddenly, her eyes open.

"But you were already fucking your stepdad at this point," Amy said. "Remember, you told me last year?"

"Oh, Susan said, relaxing. My eyes widened but Amy just smiled at me as her mother closed her eyes. Amy was now holding her mother's breasts in her hands, massaging them gently. 

"So your stepdad rubbed against you and came, and what did your mom do?" Amy asked. I noticed she avoided calling her 'grandma' as it probably would ruin the moment.

"Well, mom wasn't mad. I thought she would be. I guess my stepdad, he just sort of forgot who he was with, because he was already fucking me regularly when mom wasn't around. He started to apologize but my mom just reached over and kissed me. Not like a daughter. She rubbed against me, his cum smearing on both of us, and she reached down and rubbed her pussy while she kissed me. And my stepdad rubbed mine, and then both of ours, as he fingered us both to an orgasm."

Amy was now rubbing her mom's nipples and nodded to me. I gently started to rub her pussy with my hand. My penis was pressed against Susan's ass and she squeezed it in her ass cheeks while I rubbed her.

"And after that we showered and swam and fucked. And my mom and I would rub each other off or go down on each other. And my stepdad fucked us both. 

We were now rubbing her all over, and Susan started to come. She moaned and bucked her hips, and Amy held her close as I rubbed her pussy. She moved about in the water, whimpering as she had an intense orgasm. When it finished she opened her eyes, separating from us, covering her breasts and pussy with her hands. She looked ashamed of her admission and by what happened.

"When did I tell you a year ago about my stepfather?" she asked, as the facts sunk in after her euphoria subsided.

"Oh, on our trip to Canada. We had to share that small bed, and I made a joke about being a little too close. We were naked, remember? And you told me, in confidence, that you used to sleep close to him on camping trips. Then as you got close to sleep, you slipped that you used to suck his dick on those trips."

"Oh god, I must have had some wine that night," Susan said. "What else have I told you?"
"That's it, until tonight. But god, mom, it was hot."

Susan uncovered her body, relaxing a little, but blushed with embarrassment. "Mom used to be asleep in the tent when I did that. That was before the showering started. Once everything was in the open I didn't sneak around, I'd just suck him off whenever I felt like it."

"So relax," Amy said, and swam over to her. "It's cool," she added, and took us both by the hand and led us out of the pool.

We both followed Amy to an outdoor shower I had never noticed before. No doubt Susan had it installed to remind her of the days with her parents. I wondered how much of what Susan had revealed to me had been a true surprise to Amy; I'd have to find out later. Amy turned on the water and dragged us into the stream. She pulled us both very close and pressed against us both.

"Poor Henry is about to explode," Amy said, grabbing my penis. She stroked me with one hand and cupped her mother's pussy with the other. Susan was too far gone with lust to resist as her daughter rubbed her out. Then Amy leaned closer to her mother and whispered, loud enough for me to hear, "when Henry cums, where do you want it?"

"My face," she said instantly, and sank to her knees. She buried her face in Amy's bush and started to lick. I got behind Amy as she leaned forward over her mother a little, and penetrated her slowly.

"Oh, god," Amy said, as I fucked her and her mother licked her pussy. I was in heaven, but Amy was almost squealing with delight. She came quickly and hard, her pussy tightening around me as her mom licked her. I kept fucking her as she came two more times, then she moved and I pulled out of her. I was close, and Susan was on her knees, her face wet with her daughter's juices. 

"Come on my face," she said, opening her mouth. Amy took my dick in her hand and stroked it, and I erupted cum onto her mother. It was the biggest load of my life, and what hadn't splattered her face covered her tits. The water was to my back and so nothing washed off of Susan as Amy turned off the water. She led her mother, who walked on shaky legs, to a deck chair and helped her lay down. Susan's legs were spread and Amy admired her mother as she started to doze off, her body covered in my semen.

"How much did you know?" I asked.

"All of it. Mom shares a lot when she has some wine." She paused, then added, "the cousins thing was new, but I knew about her stepdad and my grandma. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Did you see what just happened?" I asked, and she laughed. "Is she going to remember this?"

"Maybe, but probably not," Amy said. "Why?"

"Then I have an idea."

Chapter 6

"Are you okay?" Amy asked. We lay in my bed together, a tangle of limbs and sheets. She had covertly spent the night, coming over via the oak tree between our houses. I was thankful my parents were detached and aloof. They didn't even bother coming to my side of the house anymore. While a locked door bought us some time if needed, I was glad I didn't need to rely on it.

"I'm fine," I said.

"Are you sure? After all, last night was pretty intense. Not just physically."

"No, I'm okay, I promise. I just want to make sure our relationship doesn't get affected in a bad way. I really like you, and I'm more interested in the long term than your mom's tits."

She smiled. "They are nice tits, though. I'd often wondered what they felt like. I'm just glad you're not horrified by my crazy family."

"Well, mine doesn't even shake hands, and can barely say hello, so everyone's different. I like yours better."

She laughed quietly. "Yeah, I'm glad yours are so clueless, it makes staying over easier. But I'd better get back," she said. "I'll see you soon."

"You too," I said.

"I love you," she added, kissing me. "I mean it."

"I love you, too," I said. "I'll see you in an hour or two."

I showered, already preferring Amy's family version of showering. I thought of the endless stream of dicks and cum that paraded through Susan's life. How had she spent all those years after her husband's death celibate? I didn't make sense. And then there was Amy. Perfect. In every way. Her competitiveness with her mother aside, she defied the rules of the universe. I grinned, thinking of her and already getting hard. We had just slept in the same bed, no sex, both of us enjoying being together. 

I said hello to my parents, who asked how I was without listening to the reply. I could have said 'Oh, fine. I fucked Mrs. Shannon and Amy.' and they wouldn't have registered a word. I headed over to Amy's. It was Sunday and I wasn't painting, just spending the day with my girlfriend. A quick glance outside told me Susan had woken up and was probably upstairs. We had cleaned up dinner and put a blanket on her and left her to sleep. She may not remember everything, but she was sure to notice the giant load of cum dried on her body.

Amy was downstairs and greeted me with a kiss.

"Long time since we last kissed," I said.

"Too long," she said, her body pressed against me. Just then Susan came downstairs. She wore a tight tank top with nothing underneath, and some running shorts. The same outfit Amy wore. I saw a flash of jealousy flash across Amy's eyes and I quickly whispered, "remember, you are my girlfriend, you don't need to compete."

"I know," she said. "But I wear it better."

"You know you do," I said. She kissed me and beamed as her mother joined us.

"Hey," she said groggily. "I guess I fell asleep outside last night?"

"Yeah," Amy said casually. "I didn't want to wake you."

"Thanks for the blanket. It doesn't get that cold at night, and thank god we don't get mosquitos here. But," she paused, looking sheepish, "I am not sure how I ended up naked."

"The usual," Amy said with a laugh. 

"Were you there?" Susan asked me. I nodded, and she blushed. Surely sure could guess what had happened. "This is why I rarely drink wine," she added.

She hugged Amy and headed to the kitchen. Amy took me by the hand and called out to her mom, "We're going to watch a movie, if you want to join us in the basement."

"Sure," Susan called back. "Go ahead and pick something out and I will join you."

"Do you think she remembers?" I asked Amy.

"Of course she does," Amy said. She woke up after I came back from your house. First thing she did was examine the dried cum, and then shower off outside. She's just pretending not to. Whenever she has a few glasses and then tells me something, she always does the 'what happened' routine. I think it makes it easier."

By the time Susan joined us we had already put a movie on and were waiting. As the movie started Amy dimmed the lights so that the screen was the main source of light in the room. It didn't take long for my hand to find Amy's thigh. I sat between them, and my other hand found Susan's. Either Susan couldn't see my other hand or chose not to care, because I spent the next few minutes slowly traveling up each woman's thigh, until I brushed up against the thin fabric of their running shorts. Both of them sat cross legged so I had easy access to their inner thighs. Like her daughter, Susan wore nothing underneath, and my slow march toward her labia had them already wet. 

Amy leaned close for a second and whispered "take your time." Almost as soon as she moved back her mother leaned in and whispered "you made quite a mess last night."

I grinned as she sat back, and got to work. It took a great deal of concentration to gently play with each woman's public hair and swollen labia. I took my time, teasing them both with my fingers for a long time. I'd retreat, running my fingers through their increasingly damp pubic hair, or brushing their labia briefly, then back to their outer thighs. Amy would thrust forward imperceptibly when I was close, greedy for my contact. I obliged, and gently swept my fingers up and down her labia before concentrating my attention on her clit. On my right side I was alternating between rubbing Susan's clit or pressing my fingers around the entrance of her pussy, which was open slightly from arousal. 

Soon both women gave up any pretense of watching the movie and were leaning back, enjoying themselves. Susan was fondling her breasts, but Amy gripped my thigh with one hand and was running her other hand along her other thigh. Both letting go of their inhibitions, they moaned or sighed audibly, occasionally muttering an "oh god" or two under their breath. Amy spread her legs wider, and was breathing heavily. She was close. I concentrated on her for a while, and soon she came, exhaling sharply and falling forward a bit as her orgasm overtook her. When it ended she pulled my hand out and sat back. I focuses on Susan, rubbing her clit rapidly until she too cried out, coming. Unlike Amy she kept my hand up her shorts for a second orgasm. When she was finished, Amy stood up, stretching.

"I'm going for a swim," she said, and stripped off her clothes. She pulled me off the couch, helping me out of the my clothes. My erect penis left a smeared streak of pre-cum on her stomach as she gave me a kiss. "Coming, mom?"
"If I'm invited," Susan said, and stood up. She too stripped off her clothes and followed us up the stairs. We reached the pool and the women both jumped in. I joined them, and was instantly embraced by both, their breasts pressed against me. Susan then grabbed a float and lay on her back, her legs spread, as she lazily touched her pussy. It was still swollen with arousal.

"I can't believe you used to do that with your parents," I said.

"Oh, god, the things we did," Susan said.

"So you remember last night," Amy said tauntingly.

"I always remember," Susan said casually. "Sorry I borrowed your boyfriend last night," she said, sighing as she rubbed herself slowly. 

"What about the other times?" Amy asked.

"Ah, you knew about those, huh? Well, I have to commend Henry, he put up a fight. Unless you were behind that, too, Amy."

"Just part of it," she said sheepishly. She clung to me in the water, and I ran my hands along her body gently, just enjoying the feel of her skin more than trying to get her off again.