2 comments/ 46532 views/ 2 favorites The Generation Gap Has Been Filled By: Alex Finch By the time that I had turned forty-seven, I had begun to suspect that my determination to never get married had perhaps been ill-advised. I had a fine, secure job, yes, and I had dated a beautiful woman, exactly two months my senior, for the past twelve years. She didn’t need me for money; I had always made it a point to date intelligent, resourceful women, the women who I’ve always been attracted to. I was certain that there was no problem with the sex; my own appetite had actually grown stronger since I entered middle-age, and I knew I was pleasing her as well, with her love for sex outdoors, sex in her office. I enjoyed it too, untying her hair’s work bun on her lunch break and slipping her shoes off. She always wore pantyhose, though, which I never cared for. A small quibble. I suppose there were small quibbles with me too. I suppose there were a dozen small quibbles, a thousand niggling doubts, all of them revealing themselves and flipping me the proverbial bird as I read her note, which casually and with great candor explained why she was not at home, and was in fact in a different, unspecified nation with a 25-year old boy, her new paramour. “And we’re not exactly married,” her note sneered. Reading that message, I began to focus on those pantyhose of hers, grasping at her single damned fault. Fortunately, such examination also drew my attention to Sheila. Ah, Sheila! A new face in the blank halls of my workplace! She always wore flat shoes, no pumps, no heels, you see. She always wore socks underneath those dress shoes, some small, cowering beneath the leather of her footwear, others cream-colored and bunched down above her ankles. Those were my favorite. Her legs were bare and beautiful when she wore skirts, which was often. She was slightly pale, her hair curly and falling in braids down to her shoulders. Glasses, never too much make-up, forty-three years old. Her face was always bright, though, usually grinning. She took the office directly next to mine, and I was smitten hearing her voice on the phone through the wall, a effervescent mass of fast speech, very fast, and it tickled me. I began to invent excuses to talk to her, like the high school boy at his first job carrying dishes past a pretty, decade-older cook whom he has a crush on. I, in my advanced age, tried to be a little more tactful. We hit it off well, talking for far too long about pretentious films and the like. We began to take lunches together. On certain days, there’d be remarkably little to do at work, and she’d drift into my office door, and we’d chat away about anything, up to and including the weather and the state of disrepair the elevator was in, and other vital debates. She’d flirt. Thank goodness, because it helped me out. We’re all very careful today in the workplace, but she put me at ease, talking about her ex-boyfriend. She was very much like me, except she and her ex had been together since she was in high school. They’d had two children, now 18 and 22. But he’d left her and the girls a year or so back. Unlike me, she thought of his good points. One day in particular, she confessed a particularly interesting tidbit. “We had a great thing going,” she said, wistful, “You know, he’d even take hours off work to come to my office and… fool around.” “Really?” I responded, “My old girlfriend used to do the same thing with me, on our lunch breaks.” That got us started. Luckily the door to my office was closed, because we began a little competition, comparing our exploits during the workday in increasingly intimate detail. She made me breathless with her eye toward detail, revealing that he was extra frisky when she’d wear red panties, which naturally gave me the image of her standing around in her red panties, walking to the copy machine in red panties. Red panties and floppy cream socks. Not to be outdone, I simply had to reveal my own ex’s demands that I adore her feet. A power trip, now that I think of it. Shelia smiled in a peculiar way at that fact, and I knew she was as filthy a thinker as me, and that she could feel my lips on her toes, and that made me feel great. Over the next week, we’d wait far too patiently for any excuse to stop unnecessary work, wander into conversations with each other, and get back to our new favorite topic. I told her of my ex’s appreciation for public sex, of fucking in the waves of the ocean while at the shore on vacation. She confessed that she’d never tried that before, but her and her boyfriend used to have a grand old time in tents while camping, and in cars while coming home from (and sometimes going to) work. She even confessed that after he left her, she’d enjoyed an affair with a college intern, a 20-year old boy during the summer, always at the office. This particularly interested me, as I had never experienced a relationship with a far younger lady, though I’d always deeply wanted to. Now I imagined her in her panties and socks, walking away from the copier, and into her office, and the arms of her naked young lover, his sexual prime bringing her to tears of rapture. By the next week, we’d extinguished our stories, but remained interested in the general topic. We began to discuss more detailed pleasures. I learned, for example, that her ex’s penis was six-and-a-half inches, which made me grin, as I was well over seven. I told her of my appreciation of my old flame’s dress sense, and my distaste for pantyhose. “Oh, I hate pantyhose,” she huffed, securing her position as a goddess upon the soil. Finally, by Thursday afternoon of that week, we’d begun repeating ourselves, and she asked the question I’d been waiting for: “Hey, why don’t you rub my feet, if you’re so good at it?” I agreed that I should back up my words, and she sat on my desk, and put her shoes up onto my lap. They were black and shining, like a schoolgirl’s. I undid the laces, and slid them off. Her socks were short that day, and cherry red. I pulled them off quite slowly, and I could sense her smile widening. Her toenails were unpolished, her feet were very dainty and soft. I rubbed them all over, from ankles to soles. She groaned in happiness, and I increased the pressure. Before we knew it, the work day was over. I gathered all of my strength, and smooched her on the toes of her left foot, quite softly. She did not look at me at first, as she covered her feet, but I saw her beaming smile as she finished, and she quickly pecked my lips, and made me promise we’d do the same thing tomorrow. On a side note, I masturbated that night for the first time in years, envisioning Shelia‘s panties being slowly lowered by her young, fantastically well-hung lover, who proceeded to tend to her every vulgar desire, at her demand, with her socks on the entire time. I’d not had an orgasm since the last time I’d made love to my ex, and the feeling was overwhelmingly good. I felt full of energy, and ready for the next day. She started early that Friday, stopping by my office right before lunch. She was wearing sneakers with her skirt and blouse for casual day, and she was wearing those cream socks. We barely spoke as she propped her feet up, and I took an especially long time removing her footwear. After a brief rub, she suddenly turned around, and lied on my desk on her belly. “Could you massage my back too?” she asked. We only had a few minutes before lunch, but I obeyed, rubbing her shoulders through her blouse, as I shamelessly ogled her bare legs and the shape of her body underneath her skirt. I was very aroused when she told me to stop. She sat back up, and kissed me again, a bit longer, and told me she’d see me after lunch. She gathered up her sneakers and socks, and left, as I wondered if I should go out for lunch, or stay in the office and relieve my pleasures. I opted for lunch. There was little work to be done that day, at least for me, so I waited and waited for her, growing more and more anxious. The slightest brushing against the door made me jump. Finally, at about 2:00 PM, she entered. Instantly, she sensed how unnerved I was. I grew more jumpy as she drew closer. She put her hands on my knees, leaned close to me, and said: “You know, I really like you. I like you a lot.” And she kissed me, and pressed her tongue into my mouth, and I responded, and we kissed for minutes at a time, her hands still on my knees, still leaning down at me. We’d stop, look at each other, her still in her glasses, and kiss again. Her phone suddenly rang from behind the wall. She stood up. “Ok. I’m going to get that. Then I’m going to forward all my calls, and we’re going to fool around.” She smiled brightly, and left to answer the call. I had little idea of what to do in the meantime. After a few minutes, I decided to simply take off my tie, perhaps get casual while ’fooling around’. I had just removed it when she reappeared at my office and shut the door tight. “Wow. Getting undressed already!” We both laughed for quite a while at that one. “Ok… ok,” she sputtered, trying to control her voice, “Ok, I’m not a very promiscuous girl. So we’re only going to play today. So, we’ll just stop at our underwear, ok?” I paused, unsure of what she meant. “Take off your clothes, and leave your underwear on,” she kindly explained. I’m afraid I may have been too swift in throwing off my clothes. I should have made it more entertaining for her. At least I remembered to leave by dress pants for last, removing my belt before leaving myself standing in my red cotton briefs. I had quite an erection, and her face lit up upon seeing it, her cheeks blushing just a bit. “Wow, you must do some running,” she said, correctly, “You look really nice.” She kept staring at me, drinking me in as she slipped off those shoes and socks. She was very clever, very aware of how to drive a man mad, slowly pulling her blouse out of her skirt, then taking out all of her hair pins one by one, and letting them drop to the floor. She undid her skirt, and let it drop, her blouse hiding her underwear, but revealing more of her bare legs. Her thighs had a little natural cellulite from aging, but I found that to make her more natural, more desirable, and she was in very good shape regardless. She turned to face the door, and unbuttoned her blouse, then spun around and tossed it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy blue bra and panties, hugging her body perfectly. She approached me, now blushing a deep red. She removed her glasses, and set them upon my desk. She climbed upon my lap in my chair, and we kissed like drunken college students, one long, wet, uninterrupted smack, as our hands explored our naked sides and backs. We finally stopped, and I glanced at the clock. Nearly fifty minutes had passed. Fortunately that left us more than an hour and half of fun. We kept our promise. We did not remove our remaining clothing, nor did we have any sort of sex. We had a very good time never the less. She lied on her back and let me kiss her feet, sucking on each of her toes as she cooed. I lifted her legs in the air and licked them all the way from the cut of her panties at her thighs, up to her heels. He legs were very moist by the time I had finished. She sat up and kissed me very forcefully, then licked my nose with quick laps, then kissed her way down my stomach, and probed her tongue around my navel and back up my chest, allowing her clothed breasts to warm my aching penis inside my briefs. I made certain to knead and massage those breasts as I kissed her back and behind her neck. They were not huge, but very soft and supple, her nipples solid under the lace. We continued to kiss and lick every nook and cranny, barely avoiding orgasm several times, until it was 5:00 PM. She backed away. “Saturday night. What are you doing?” she inquired. I said I was not doing much. “Ok, meet me by the lobby of Charles Mason College at 10:30, we’re going to have a good time, and you’re coming to my house afterwards, and we’re staying there until we go to work on Monday, got it?” Charles Mason College was between both our homes. I lustily agreed, and she left. And I went home. Saturday night, I arrived at the lobby door ten minutes early. She was already there, smiling at the students popping in and out. She looked unbelievable in a small blue party dress, showcasing her cleavage, and a good deal of flesh above her knees. She wore fancy white shoes. No socks at all. No glasses. She leapt into my arms, and we kissed several times before I put her down. “Come on. We going to go dancing at the club around the block.” The club was named ’Sam Ale’s’, and it was the popular college club in town. It was a big place, several levels high. Loud music, and packed with kids. We were the oldest there by decades. We stepped in and hit the floor, crowded with hundreds of students, most of them clearly intoxicated. We danced sober, mainly with each other. Suddenly, the lights began to flash, and a particularly popular song began to play, ’Sex in the Club’. Sheila yelped: “Oh, all right! This is the whole reason why we came!” I noticed that the dancing was becoming rather odd. I tried to concentrate through the colored lights. I soon became aware of what was happening, and my jaw dropped. Everyone was stripping down to the bare essentials, young men and women all around me. I turned to see Sheila, as she happily unbuttoned her dress’ back, and casually let it drop to the club floor. She stepped out of her shoes, now clad in only bra and panties, again, very frilly and lacy. I could not make out the color through the lights. She began dancing and grinding to the beat, several male students taking great interest in her beautiful, mature form. “Come on! Have fun!” she shouted. Without really knowing what I was doing, I quickly threw my shirt over my head, and dropped my pants. As always, I was wearing briefs. My arousal was once again evident, if less so than before given the lack of light. My attentions soon turned to a large gaggle of young ladies, bouncing and cheering me on, all of them down to their panties and tank-tops or t-shirts. As I danced, I saw Sheila surrounded by young men, all of them down to boxers or briefs, all of them dancing close as she shook her scantly-clad rear. A few of the girls smiled and danced closer to me, their many cheap perfumes in my nostrils, and I let the beat take me, and I felt their nude bellies with my hands and I moved. One smiled and ground her ass into my groin, her cheeks almost totally revealed save for her tiny thong. I responded in kind, and she squealed as her friends surrounded me, their drunken breath all over my naked torso as their bodies surrounded me. I looked again to my date, and she was leading a young man’s hands up to her breasts as she kissed him romantically as they danced. Another boy at her side, his very large penis evident from his shorts, ground against her body, and she turned to kiss him as well. I found this so intensely erotic. I quickly turned around as I felt a girl’s hand stroking up and down the front of my briefs. She was delighted and mouthing something I could not make out, but I knew it was positive. She was a very pouty blonde with big lips and large breasts given her 4’10 frame. She gazed up at me with doe eyes. She could not be a single day over 20. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs tightly around my hips, my penis ground tightly between her boiling legs, right against her barely covered pussy. I swung her around, and we kissed. Her tongue moved too quickly, but she was young and drunk. I planted a huge kiss on her breast, through her shirt, of course, and put her down. She was instantly back to dancing, and now several of her friends were exploring the surface of my underpants, their hands rustling all over as I moaned in joy. In retaliation, I reached behind as many girls as I could, at least four or five, and I pinched and teased their asses and snapped the lips of their panties. I felt a velvet bra, soaking with sweat, on my back, and I turned to see a skinny, giddy girl with long hair behind me. I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed them as she kissed me, and I moved my hands down to enjoy her ass. I was certain that Sheila was having an even better time than me, and I had never felt so good in my life. As the song wound down, all the girls began to jump and shake their rears. I caught a few of them swinging around, and kissed whatever flesh I could find. The tune ended, and several of them jumped up to kiss me, and I gladly responded. The busty little blonde hopped up to my ears and whispered: “You are coming back to my dorm right fucking now. Don’t even get your clothes, just c’mon.” I told her I had a date, and I turned and saw Sheila rapturously squeezing and kissing her latest dance partner. “Aw, come ON,” the blondie whined, “I so want to fuck an older guy. Come on… I’ve got like a brick of pot in my room and I wanna fuck your brains out…” I leaned down and softly kissed her and told her no again. She smiled sweetly and walked away, mouthing ’next time’ at me as she left. I hadn’t moved much on the floor, so my clothes were fairly easy to find. Sheila was already dressed and beaming. She took my hand and we headed for the door. I noted that very few of the club kids bothered to put their clothes back on after that song. As we hit the outside world, our ears and heads buzzing, she squeezed me tight. “Well, I had a fantastic time… I’m soaking wet, you know,” she whispered, pecking my cheek. I told her that I was feeling very good myself. I noticed that she was dropping small papers on the ground as we left. “Oh, a few guys gave me their cell numbers. They actually keep pens and paper in their pockets and they all bent down to fish them out after the song. That’s so cute, don’t you think?” I agreed, and we cuddled close as we walked, and we soon were at her front door. We entered eagerly. She was in my arms as soon as the door shut, her dress wet from perspiration. We kissed for a few minutes, there in parlor, then she broke away and kicked her fancy shoes right off her feet across the rug. The room was very well furnished, with soft couches and pictures of Sheila and her daughters adorning the walls. “Ok. Now show me what you showed all those little girls at the club.” I eagerly complied. I had never put my clothes back on quite fully, so they were a breeze to take off. “Mmm. Now show me what you were saving for me.” I smiled as best I could, and slipped out of my underwear, revealing my nudity to her for the first time. My penis happily drank in the warmth of her home, and our previous kisses had made it fully attentive. She playfully gawked at my organ, and licked her lips as she undid the back of her dress, and tossed it aside in a ball. Her bra and panties were a matching forest green, as I could see in the non-colored light of her home. She unsnapped her bra, and tossed it onto the pile. Her nipples were plainly erect; I imagined her still being aroused from the club. Her breasts were just as supple as I imagined them to be, and I ached to attend to them. She then turned her back to me, and slowly stepped out of her panties, revealing a small birthmark on her right cheek, just above her thigh. Her ass was completely perfect to me, and I approached her and embraced her from behind and kissed her gently all over her shoulders and neck. She moaned as I grasped her breasts and teased her nipples with my fingertips, my penis pressing against the softness of her rear and the small of her back. I kept one hand stimulating her breasts, and ran the other down to her pussy. I felt trimmed, scratchy pubic hair. I gently entered her with my hand; she was very hot inside, and very wet. I teased the whole area of her pussy, and softly brushed against her clitoris. She gasped and turned around to kiss me. The Generation Gap Has Been Filled Her chest was pressed right against mine now. I broke our embrace and knelt down to kiss her breasts. Her hands clasped against the back of my head as I began to suck deeply on her erect nipples, her body was becoming so very wet with sweat. I bent down further and gazed for the first time upon her lotus, so coyly hidden behind her brush of brown hair. I began to lap my tongue against her lips, slowly working my way into her warmth. “Oh… oh wait. Wait,” she huffed. I looked up to her face, flushed and deep red. “I need to call a client. Overseas… time difference, you know? I forgot.” I stood up. She smiled and kissed my lips. “It’ll only be a few minutes. We have all night and twenty-four hours tomorrow to do everything we want, and believe me, we’re going to do everything we want. Here… go upstairs, and the second door on your right is the bedroom. Go there, and I’ll be in, and we’ll have a really amazing time. Ok?” I nodded, and she turned and strode into the next room, naked as the day she was born, and still flush from our play. I imagined if her client would ever suspect that the business woman he would be dealing with would be so aroused on the other line. I realized that I looked rather silly standing nude in her parlor alone, so I decided to head up the stairs, which were at the end of the hall. There were more pictures of her daughters all along the way dotting the wall. I felt even more foolish looking at these shots of Sheila and her adult children posing at the park, having just finished such an intimate encounter with her. Near the top of the stairs was a very recent photo of Sheila and her kids at the beach, all wearing tiny swimwear. The 18-year-old, Tanya, was smiling brightly and looked rather sunburned. She was quite short, and a dirty blonde. Rather zaftig for her age, but very appealing. The 22-year-old, Chrissie, was slightly taller than her mother, very light blonde (her father must have been quite blonde himself), and very athletic, her muscle tone evident from the photo. Both girls looked excellent, and both of them clearly got it from their mother, who looked so appealing grinning in her bikini. All three women were so very sexy, I thought, so close to sharing their glorious nakedness with everybody at the beach. I then realized how odd it was to be standing on the steps naked, marveling at my date’s daughters’ bodies. I shook my head, and ascended the stairs, and located the second door on the right. There was another picture on the wall across from the door, a solo shot of Sheila, and I gazed at it as I opened the door and walked into the room, and closed the door, and turned around, and did not notice that the television was on. Sitting on the bed and the floor were five girls, including both Tanya and Chrissie. Two of the others looked around nineteen, probably Tanya’s friends. The other was around Chrissie’s age. The girls gazed at me, still fully naked. “Oooh. That must be your mom’s date,” giggled one of the younger girls, her beautiful Mexican skin molded by her tight jean shorts and t-shirt. “Oh my God he’s such a perv, Val,” gasped Tanya, lounging in a nightie. “We ought to scream,” said Chrissie, “He’s some kind of sex maniac!” “I’m… I’m very sorry…” I stammered as I fumbled at the door, the knob cruelly refusing to turn under my sweat-slickened hands. “What?!” exclaimed the older girl, a skinny, freckled lass with black braids and a Jersey accent, her hot pink socks in contrast with her white pajama pants and button-down shirt, “You can’t just show a bunch of girls your cock and walk away! That’s bullshit!” The second younger girl jumped up and threw herself against the door behind me. I leapt away from her, terrified of any part of my vulnerable body making contact with hers. She wasn’t wearing much, just a sports bra and a pair of gym shorts covering her ivory skin and burning red hair. “Oh, make him play the game, Tanya!” she pleaded, her voice an expectant squeak. “Um, I dunno about that…” began the older sister. “Yes! That’s what we’ll do, if he wants to show himself off to girls so much!” interrupted Tanya. “I bet you’re such a perv that you can’t hold it in.” “Wha…” I weakly offered. “I bet you’re ready to cum all over yourself. Well now we’re gonna torture you!” All of the girls cheered, even Chrissie, if somewhat more weakly. “We play this game with our boyfriends when they get too frisky,” continued Tanya, “We’re all gonna try to make you cum for five minutes each. If you can’t control yourself, you lose, and you get punished. We’ll yell and call our mother and she’ll be pissed. If you win, we’ll take off our clothes, since that’s what you wanted to see anyway.” “No, that’s not…” “Chrissie! You start, ‘cause you’re the oldest.” Chrissie rose. Her body was almost unrecognizable under her pure orange sweatsuit, shirt and pants. Pure college athlete dorm room girl-wear. “Look… I…” She didn’t bother to hush me up as she embraced me and kissed me, her wooly socks against the tips of my toes, and my penis lost inside the warm comfort of her sweatsuit. I instinctively threw my arms around her. She smelled faintly of marijuana. I could not believe what I was doing, but I was psychologically prevented from reacting in any way. You see, she kissed exactly like her mother. The random, vulgar sloshings of her tongue, followed by the dainty flicker. Her habit of sucking briefly as I tried to explore her mouth was frustrating, but it drove me wild. I lost track of time, and I kissed her more ferociously. She was a young woman, and matched my energy easily. I imagined Sheila like this on her prom night, kissing her date in just this way during their last dance, their hands quivering in anticipation of their hotel room, and a full night of scorching sex. I could feel Chrissie’s tough muscles under her clothing as I squeezed her roughly. I imagined Sheila as a college swim champ, rewarding her boyfriend with a kiss just like this after winning the big meet, her naked body throbbing with desire under the thin film of her swimsuit, the pool water barely cooling her heat. I had to stop thinking like this, or I would lose control, and Chrissie was such a great kisser! A beeping sound emanated from Tanya’s watch. “Ha ha! You lose Chrissie.” Chrissie pulled away from me, her cheeks beet red. “Whoa… my God, you’re a good kisser! I couldn’t think of anything else to do…” “Now… now look…” I began. “You’re pretty lucky,” Chrissie said, ignoring my concern, “I only think about four guys have ever seen me naked. But WOW Mom must LOVE you…” She was so sexy in her nonchalance. Her sweatshirt went over her head. Her body was truly amazing, all taut and rugged. She wore a utilitarian gray bra. Her sweatpants went down, and her legs were powerful and buff. She must be incredible in bed, a tiger. Her panties were similarly drab. Her wooly white socks were off in a flash, and she removed her panties next. She was totally shaven, her pussy a marvelously tender pink against her musculature. She thoughtfully turned around to unclasp her bra. Her butt was rock-solid. An absolute valkyrie. Her breasts were unveiled, quite large, considering her build, and temptingly soft. “Ok,” she said, settling her naked tush atop the bed, her legs spread in self-confident comfort, “Missy’s next.” The older girl stood up and approached, a cruel look on her face. As she drew closer, the scent of pot became far more powerful, as if was clinging to her pajamas and weighing them down. Her eyes were bloodshot. “Oh I know what to do with you.” She fell to her knees and brushed my penis tenderly with her tongue. She flicked the tip of it all over my prick‘s head, clear syrup bubbling up. I thought my heart was going to burst and I shut my eyes. Involuntarily, I thought of my ex-girlfriend. She was fantastic at teasing my cock. But her tongue was never this ginger, this eager! My breath caught in my chest as my prong was suddenly surrounded by heat, and that glorious pressure weighed down, drawing all the marrow from my bone. I felt air, then heat, then breeze, then sweltering moisture. I decided that it was useless to deny what was happening and I opened my eyes to watch this beautiful girl, less than half my age, greedily sucking my cock. Watching her head bob to and fro, feeling her expert attentions, I realized that I felt incredibly good, and I ought to enjoy it as much as possible, considering the situation I was in. I grasped the back of her head, and slowly pulled her away from my rod, her lips clinging to my flesh and releasing only with a loud pop. Her tongue lurched out to lick me more; I indulged for a bit, then slowly pushed my cock farther and farther into her mouth. I didn’t want to choke her, but she easily took it all in, until I felt her nose against my skin. My penis had never been taken so far down. She sucked ferociously as I pulled her all the way off; I couldn’t help but moan as the intensity for the pressure rode all the way up my length. Her face was a crazy grin as she popped free again. Her white teeth gleamed as drool dripped from her chin, and she nodded as if for me to try again. So I did. I enjoyed four more of her deep throat performances, and then a bout of fierce sucking and licking before her time ran out. She stood up, gasping for breath. My cock was soaked with pre-cum and lip gloss. “You like that?” she huffed. “Yes… I liked it a lot,” I responded. “I could have done that for twenty minutes. My boyfriend lasts about that long.” I suppose it was foolish for me to be surprised that she had a boyfriend, and even more foolish to briefly feel guilty for wanting to see her naked. She pulled her pajama pants down underneath her shirt, revealing only the skin below her knees. “Hey, wait,” she said, her pants still surrounding her socks, “You’re the winner, why don’t you get me undressed while I smoke up?” I nodded yes, and she kicked her pants into my face as she bounced into her purse to extract her colorful pipe and a huge plastic baggie of grass. I approached from behind her, and she stuck one foot up behind her in the air. I pulled off her sock; she had a tattoo of an ankle bracelet on her flesh, and her toenails were painted a solid black. I noticed that her freckles extended to every inch of her skin as I denuded the other foot. She turned to face me while lighting her bowl as I unbuttoned her shirt. I whisked it open just as she took her first, long hit, her whole frame expanding to accept all of that magical smoke. She wore absolutely no underwear. She was totally unshaven down below, her hair a gnarly, twisted bush of black. It drove me wild. She held the hit as I admired her knobby tits, and they sagged a bit as she exhaled. “Ok,” she said, sitting down beside Chrissie, who swiped the bowl away from her, “Who’s next?” “Both of us at once,” replied Val, as she and the redhead jumped up, “Me and Trista.” No longer concerned with poise or civility, I scooped up Val’s delicious teenage body as she approached me and gave her a huge kiss in the air. I felt her toes bobbing against my legs; she was a short girl. I then felt Trista on my back, her lips all wild on my skin, her nipples pressing against me. Her bra was around our feet; she was not waiting for the round to end. I put Val down, and turned to face the redheaded minx, her hair covering her nudity a little, her strawberries and cream. She yowled as I stuffed almost an entire breast into my mouth, my hands gripping her supple little butt. She had been using coconut body spray, and it made me want to lick her candied skin everywhere. Val reached around and grabbed my cock, which had never felt so strong and powerful. Her grip was just firm enough, and she expertly stroked me off while I continued to ravage Trista’s boobs, the girl’s squeaks and yelps so utterly adorable. The pressure around my prick soon became too much, so I spun around to rub Val’s ribs and pull her shirt over her head, breaking her grip on my penis. Her gorgeous brown skin curved up into dainty breasts, her nipples hard and dark. Trista’s arms surrounded my from behind, and she and Val forced me down to a sitting position. Grinning, Val thrust my cock between her breasts, the smooth texture kissing my sticky skin. I couldn’t even moan, since Trista had enveloped my lips with hers, and busily invaded my mouth with her tongue. I managed to catch Val with my other arm, and pulled her up to my face too. I turned away from one girl to kiss the other, but both were so eager! They both caught me at once, and both of their tongues collided in my mouth. I sucked down, kissing them both at once, as they enjoyed the pleasure of one another’s kiss. Our mouthy exchange continued for the rest of their allotted time. “Eeeew!” shouted giggly, naked Chrissie, totally stoned and her bare legs swinging, “You two kissed each other!” Missy howled with laughter from flat on the bed, her legs spread wide. She scratched her pubic hair as she took another hit. Chrissie slapped her naked thigh. “So what?!” retorted Val, “Maybe we kiss every day after volleyball, right in front of the team in the shower?” The two teens hopped up and kissed without me, their arms embracing, the whole room laughing. I crawled over to Trista to claim my reward, yanking her gym shorts down. She had on lacy black panties, and her musky scent was very pronounced. I reached behind the two to unbutton Val’s jean shorts, and peel them off, as their kiss continued. Val sported a stunning ginger satin thong, tied on the side. I unlaced it, and her thin, trimmed pubic hair was revealed, the tips glistening with her moist arousal. I grabbed her tender ass and pulled her forward, her nude pussy now grinding against Trista’s panties. Val gasped as Trista kissed her harder, her hips wiggling against her body. I slowly, agonizingly pulled Trista’s panties downward, against the friction of Val’s body. As expected, Trista was sopping wet, her panties sticky with excitement. I inhaled her musky scent and smooched her newly unveiled cheeks, and left her panties around her ankles as she and Val kissed and ground their pussies together, two horny teens gone totally mad with lust. I looked to the bed and saw Chrissie, my date’s beloved oldest daughter, vigorously fingering her burnt friend while masturbating with her free hand. Tanya looked terribly overdressed. She stood. Val and Trista tumbled onto the bed, their legs kicking everywhere as their fingers invaded their private spots. Tanya’s nightgown was a deep plum, crafted from luxurious silk. A scandalous amount of cleavage. Barely covering her rump. Her body looked ready to explode out of it. “Who’s keeping time?” I asked. “We’ll manage,” she replied. As the slurps and licks of her sister and friends grew louder, I felt overcome with sexual energy. As if controlled by some outside force, I seized the top of Tanya’s nightie and tore it right off her body, rending the silken whisper straight down the middle. It was so gentle a fabric that I’m certain Tanya felt nothing but the air suddenly caressing her nakedness, since she wore nothing under her dress. Such a tiny girl, but she had grown even more voluptuous, a real Robert Crumb body, her boobs and butt juicy and huge. “Oooh, you tiger. Fuck me, stranger. C’mon, fuck me!” I pressed my lips to hers; her teenage kiss was stupendous. Like her sister, she kissed like her mom. Their mommy. My date. I pulled away. “I’m not fucking you,” I said, “We’re only playing a game, and I’m not your date.” “But that’s part of the game! I have to make you cum!” “Oh really?” I said, lifting her off her feet and onto the edge of the bed, as away from all the girl affection as possible. I pulled her legs apart and breathed heavily on her throbbing pussy. She gurgled with pleasure. I dug right in, devouring her juices and filling her lotus with my mouth. She was very wet, and very delicious. The other girls had already begun their own oral amusements; every pussy in the bedroom was satisfied by an eager tongue, and every girl’s juices were imbibed with gratitude. Every so often I’d lean up to suck on Tanya’s tasty nipples, my lips sticky from her love, but she’d shout me back down to her pussy every time. Finally, I rolled her over, stood her on her knees, and gripped her big, jiggly ass as I ate her out from behind. I spread her cheeks and lapped at her dainty asshole, much to her cries of approval. I fingered her thoroughly as I continued to dine, pausing only to lick her juices off my fingers. She howled that she was going to cum, and I rubbed her clit slowly and firmly while planting wet kisses all over and inside that awesome rear. She screamed as her orgasm shook her bones; she was twenty seconds into it when I head a voice: “Five minutes. You lose, Tanya.” I looked up, and saw Sheila, still naked, staring bemusedly at me while her little girl finished her orgasm. “Ohhhh… oh Mommy, hi…” huffed Tanya. “Sheila… I…” “Don’t say anything. You were so good to those girls. Everyone! Get out! Grab your clothes and scootch!” All five sweaty girls hopped to their feet, grabbed up their clothing, and hustled from the room, all flashing smiles at Sheila. “I especially liked how you saved the real sex for your date,” she murmured. “Sheila, I don’t…” “You must be ready to explode. C’mon, let’s hurry up.” Sheila pushed me down onto the bed. The blankets were cool and moist and the room positively stank of musk. Those girls had been very busy. Sheila stood on the bed, towering above me. “I’m honest with my girls, you know. I used to feel angry when they’d screw around with boys, but after that asshole left us, I realized that I like to screw around with boys too. So I told them they could have sex with anyone they wanted, because I was going to have sex with anyone I wanted.” She squatted down and ran her fingernails up and down my chest. “That intern I had a fling with? Chrissie’s old boyfriend. We learned to share. She’s busy with college, driving back and forth. But Tanya and I are best pals, and we do everything together. You hear her call me ‘mommy‘? She never did that when she was younger. It’s like I didn’t really know my kids until this year, and now we’re so happy, and so close.” She took my penis in her gentle grip. “And I need a man who can deal with all of us.” With that she thrust her body down onto mine, plunging my cock deep into her scalding pussy. She was drenched inside; she must have been watching the whole thing. I grabbed her ass and began to pump my body against hers. She leaned down, those breasts I had coveted at work now at rest upon my body, her kiss again upon me. We fucked very slowly as we smooched and licked our lips. I began to grind faster as she leaned up, allowing me to enjoy her face, her breasts bouncing with our rhythm. I slapped her thighs, so fleshy and jiggly. “Sweety!” she groaned, “Those girls got you warmed up, didn’t they?” I sat straight up, my chest again pressed against her breasts. I snatched her buttocks and thrust my cock harder into her as she helpfully bounced her body against the bed. We began to fuck hard and fast. Our kisses became sloppy and ugly as our bodies became unreasonably hot and sweaty. Our hands met and we squeezed against each other as we pounded each other for fifteen minutes. Our bellies began to stick together and we’d pull apart for brief seconds; I took the opportunity to squeeze those magnificent breasts while she teased my chest with her nails. She soon became so drenched with perspiration it was as if she’d just stepped out of the shower. I was certain that I was in a similar state. I pulled out of her and she dropped onto her back, a pillow propping her up. She spread her legs wide and I re-entered her from atop. The Generation Gap Has Been Filled “Oh I’m gonna cum… oooh you think I’m hot?!” she moaned. “Yes… you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever met!” “Oooh… are my girls hot?” “Yeah… they’re gonna be as hot as you someday…” “Ah FUCK, did you they treat you good?! “Mmmmm, your baby’s pussy was so tasty…” “You gonna… fuck them GOOD and make them cum every FUCKING day?!?!” “Oh FUCK YEAH Sheila!!!” She yowled as she came, her head thrown back in intoxication, her body red as a beet as she spasmed beneath me. I slowed down my grinding and she bit her lip as I coaxed all the electricity out of her clit. She must have came for close to a minute. I pulled out, building up the most pressure I ever had before, and released my agonizing load all over her body, my semen splashing against her chin and coating her breasts and tummy. We remained motionless for a few minutes, trembling from all of the evening’s exertions. She sat up, and softly took my hand. We exited the room, both of us woozy, and crossed the hall to the bathroom. We could hear moist and intimate sounds coming from downstairs as we closed the door and sat by the tub on a fluffy brown rug, the fur tickling our rumps. She started the water as I located a big soft washcloth. It took a while to clean my syrup off her body, as there was so much of it. But the warm water did the trick and we cuddled briefly and kissed. The cloth went in the hamper, and we crossed back to the bedroom. She raised the blankets, which were quite disheveled, and I hopped in. She snuggled up against me, and the covers wrapped our skin in warmth and comfort as our heartbeats slowed and our breath returned. We clasped each other as we laid on our sides, cozy under Tanya’s blankets, my limp cock tucked firmly against her prickly hair. Our tight embrace would not break until we woke up late the following morning. We whispered among ourselves as we drifted off to sleep. “Tanya told me we’d better wash her sheets tomorrow when I explained the plan to her.” “I’m sure she’s sleeping well.” “She’s a fussy sleeper. You’ll have to give her a back rub tomorrow to get her up.” “I’d love to.” “Yes… you be good to my girls. And their friends.” “Ok.” “And I’ll be good to their boyfriends too.” “Ok.” “Mmmm. Ok.” And that was that for the night. Copyright 2004, Alex Finch.