16 comments/ 202172 views/ 54 favorites Guarding Dina By: MrPezman I have always gravitated towards the opposite sex. It's the way I am, even as a little kid. The girls I've known in the past tell me I'm such a nice guy, such a sweetheart. They always knew that if they needed my help they could just ask, and I would. I was the amateur therapist for friends who had just gone through a nasty breakup with their boyfriends, the shoulder for them to cry on. I guess I just have a thing for that whole "damsel in distress" situation. I just can't stand by and let them hurt. It's gotten me into some pretty strange situations, not to mention making it hell for me to break up with girlfriends in the past. They turn on the waterworks and I melt. But, hey, that's the story of my life right there. I was twenty-two and working as a mall security guard. A friend pulled some strings to get me that job, and it was a lot of fun. I was a medium build, not a muscled freak, but I did work out frequently, a lot of times to work off sexual frustrations. My hair was brown, as it is now, of course, but at the time, it was pretty shaggy-looking, and my eyes are a cool icy blue. I seemed to attract all the jailbait, those girls who dress up in miniskirts and halter-tops, or those low-rise jeans with thong underwear that rides high on their hips. Sure, a lot of them looked hot, why lie about it? They'd get all up close and "accidentally" brush up against me, teasing the hell out of me, hence all that sexual frustration burnt off at the gym. One particular day, I was at work, walking around the second floor, fending off a jailbait, doing my best to get rid of her without hurting her feelings too much. I walked around the corner near one of the music store when the security alarm went off, and I hurried over just in time to see a girl standing there, mortified, wondering what in the hell the alarm was going off on her for. Two other girls went running out, hands cupped to their mouths, giggling, which immediately clued me in as to what was going on. I walked over to the girl standing there, giving her a good look-over. She was about four inches shorter than me at 5'5", with brown, wavy hair, dark brown eyes, caramel-hued skin, and a set of full (not fat) lips. Her breasts were a bit small, which was fine with me. Too much in the chest seemed like a waste to me. She wasn't one of those girls who prided themselves on being obscenely skinny, which was good. She had some curvy hips and a nicely rounded butt. She wore a pair of tight jeans that accentuated her figure just right, and a button-up, sleeveless, white blouse. I knew that girls seemed to look older than they really were, so since she looked to be about twenty-something, she was probably really seventeen, and therefore untouchable. I asked her, "I'll only ask once, ma'am. Do you have something that doesn't belong to you?" She gazed at me, shaking with fear, her eyes wide, "N-no, I came in with my friends because they wanted to look at some music, but I don't even like the music they listen to. I don't have anything." I directed her to try going through the door again, and again it went off. "Come with me, please." Utterly horrified, she followed me down the stairs to a door marked SECURITY, and I opened the door, ushering her in. There was a small table and three chairs. I pointed to the table, "If you could please set your bag down on the table for me and empty all the contents out, I would appreciate it." Still trembling, she did as I asked, and along with a few T-shirts and a pair of shorts bought from one of the clothing stores that caters mainly to women, four c.d.'s tumbled out. She abruptly clapped her hands to her mouth and backed away from the table as if it were covered with snakes, bumping up against the wall. I picked the c.d.'s up and looked at them closer. All four seemed from the R&B/Rap section of the music store. The girl still stood against the wall, shaking her head, and the tears began to roll down her cheeks. I'd caught shoplifters before, and they usually began crying, but those tears came because they knew they were caught. This girls tears, at least in my opinion, were not that kind. She was crying because she had no idea what those c.d.'s were doing in the bag in the first place. "Ma'am, just calm down, okay? I have a pretty good suspicion that the two girls you were with have been playing some prank on you. Do you have a driver's license? I need to copy down some information to record this incident." Her eyes still wide, she protested, "But I didn't do this!" "I know, but I have to record the incident. It's standard procedure, even if you're not at fault." She pulled a laminated card from her back pocket and handed it to me, her hand shaking. I looked the license over, a bit surprised. She was twenty-one in a little over a week. I copied the information down on a form, made sure to elaborate that she was not at fault, and that she appeared to be the victim of a prank. When I handed the license back to her, she almost dropped it while trying to stuff it back in her pocket. She was still crying, and, nice guy that I was, it was getting to me. "Do you pronounce it 'Ee,' or 'Eye'?" "It's Dina, like 'E.'" "Oh, okay. Dina, from everything I saw when I got to the store, I'm certain that you're not at fault here, and there's no need for any further actions against you." She continued to cry, and I handed her a few Kleenex from a box in the corner. She dabbed at her eyes and tried to get control of herself. I questioned, "Do you usually hang out with those two girls?" "Sort of...I mean, I usually don't, but I had nothing else to do today, so I came to the mall with them. They were acting all nice to me, nicer than usual." "They don't seem like very good friends. Did you ride with them?" She nodded, "Yeah, we rode in Christie's car. They probably left me." She slowly calmed down, even managing a small smile, "I feel so stupid. I should've known better than to come here with those two." "It happens. Do you need to call somebody for a ride, or a cab?" She shook her head, "I really don't have enough money left for a cab, and I don't want to bother my mother at work." I stood there for a few seconds, trying to decide what I could do to help, and then suggested, "I...I could give you a ride home, if you'd like." She threw me a quizzical look, "Is that something you normally do?" I laughed a little self-consciously, feeling a little foolish, "I guess not, but I go on lunch in half an hour. I mean, if you need a ride home, I can take you." She considered the offer for a minute, and I felt even more foolish, but she finally decided, "Well, alright, I can hang out for half an hour." I arranged to meet her next to the Tribal Art piercing kiosk in thirty minutes, and once she'd gathered her purchases, she left. I watched her walk out the door, enjoying the view from behind. After she left, I set the incident report on the clipboard to file with the others, and picked up the c.d.'s to take back to the store where they came from. The manager was waiting just inside the store. "Here you go," I handed him the merchandise, "Poor girl got pranked by a couple of her so called 'friends.' It's all taken care of." The manager thanked me, and then went to return the music to the shelves. I made my rounds, dealing with a few teeny-boppers that fawned over me, a heated argument in the food court, and then it was time for my lunch break. I walked over to the kiosk where I told Dina I'd meet her, expecting that she wouldn't be there. Why should she, after all, when she could just call someone to pick her up? When I got there, I was a little surprised to see her. She stood watching the employee there preparing some other girl for a tongue stud. She shuddered visibly as the girl squealed when the employee used the piercing device, even the loud click it made sounding painful. I walked up next to Dina. "It looks like fun, doesn't it?" Dina shuddered again, "Sure, unless she walks too close to a magnet and gets all her teeth busted out." I laughed, "Are you ready to go?" She nodded, turning away from the girl, who was blinking back tears of pain, and followed me out into the parking lot. She stopped when she realized that I was headed towards a black pickup, a larger model. "You drive that?" I shrugged, "Yeah, why?" "I just didn't picture you as a pickup type." "Well, what type did you figure me for?" She admitted, "I don't know." I opened the passenger door for her, helping her up, and closed the door after her. When I got in, she was reading the names off the c.d. collection I kept in an open console between the seats. Starting up the truck, I asked, "Anything you want to hear?" She picked out a case, opened it, and popped it in the c.d. player. I saw the side of the case and recognized it as one of the four Offspring albums I owned. As the heavy, quick beat of the music filled the cabin of my truck, I reversed out of the parking spot, got onto the road, and followed the directions as she pointed them out. When I arrived at her house in an upscale subdivision, I saw a white Lexus pull into the driveway, and an older version of Dina got out. She looked to be about forty, with larger breasts, dark hair tied up in a bun, and nice legs. She carried a briefcase and wore a business suit with a mid-thigh skirt instead of suit pants. I stopped the truck and put it in park, and then turned the music down. "That's my mother," Dina clarified as the woman approached the truck. Looking at my security guard uniform, she frowned slightly. Dina opened the passenger door, but made no move to hop out just yet. Her mother stopped, still frowning slightly, and looked from Dina to me. "Is Dina in some sort of trouble?" I shook my head, "No, ma'am, not really." I looked at Dina, who shrugged, giving me consent, so I explained, "She was with two girls at a music store in the mall, and the girls played a prank on her, planting some c.d.'s in her shopping bag. We got the situation cleared up, but the girls also left her without a ride, so I just gave her a ride here." Dina's mother nodded, and then looked at Dina, "Christie and Trish?" Dina nodded, "I guess they thought they were being funny." As her mother backed up a step, Dina hopped out. I put the truck in gear and waited for her to close the door. But her mother stopped her, looking back in at me. "Are you off work...I'm sorry, I don't know your name yet," she laughed showing a great smile. I introduced myself, "I'm Steve, ma'am, and no, I have to go back to work for another five hours, why?" She reached in and shook my hand, "Call me Claire. If you can remember your way back here, why don't you come over for dinner? I'm a pretty lousy cook, but I was planning on ordering some food from that Chinese place on 7th and Crosby." I hadn't expected to be invited for dinner, but I had no plans, and didn't kid myself enough to think about it, "Well, sure, that'd be great. I'll be off by six, so I can go home and change real quick, and I can be back here by seven. Would that be too late?" "That would be just fine. I'll order around a quarter after six, so that it should just be here when you show up. We'll see you at seven." She closed the passenger door, and I waited a minute, watching the both of them walking into the house. As Claire reached the porch, a gust of wind blew at them from behind. Claire's skirt was plastered to her shapely butt for a second, giving me a nice view before the wind abated. I drove back to work, a bit confused. Sure, maybe dinner was gratitude for driving Dina home, but it seemed a bit excessive. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'It's free food, and the company's not bad, either.' I returned to work, my thoughts preoccupied by Dina and her mother the whole time. I kept busy, fending off the jailbait, catching a shoplifter, and stopping a fight between two testosterone-pumped teenagers locked in combat over (of course) a jailbait. I managed to disentangle the two teens, but not without getting hit with a stray punch, a small cut on my forehead due to a class ring. I cleaned it with a wet paper towel from the restrooms, finally clocking out at 5:45. I drove home, trying to concentrate on the road, somehow got to my small apartment, and spent half an hour showering, changing, and shaving, since I hadn't shaved in the morning. When I was ready, it was already fifteen minutes before seven, so I hurried out the door. I had forgot to ask them if and what they drank, so I stood there in a nearby liquor store, indecisive. I thought about beer, but, after a few minutes, settled on a good bottle of wine, an expensive merlot. After paying for the wine, I drove to the place where I'd dropped Dina off, and saw the Lexus in the driveway. A little nervous, I grabbed the wine and walked up to the front door. I only waited a few seconds after ringing the doorbell before Dina answered in a blue, mid-thigh skirt and off-white, sleeveless blouse. She seemed unused to the outfit, constantly smoothing the skirt down as I followed her up three steps and into the large living room. As she had me sit on the overstuffed, blue sofa, I gave her the wine. "What's this for?" she asked. "It's for dinner," I answered, "That is, unless neither of you drink." She laughed, "Of course we drink. This isn't Amish country." She disappeared into the kitchen with the wine. I could hear her saying something, though I couldn't hear what it was, and her mother laughed. I knew Dina had been talking about me, and my face went a little red. I waited in the living room, a bit uncomfortable, looking around at the decorations, an Ansel Adams print on one wall, a black-and-white depicting a forest of dogwoods, a black, marble-slab fireplace, a vaulted ceiling. This was a nice house, a big house. Both Dina and Claire entered the living room, Dina with the bottle of wine I had brought and a corkscrew, and Claire holding three wineglasses. Dina fiddled with the corkscrew, and eventually, with a resounding pop, pulled the cork. Claire took the open bottle and filled the glasses, handing one to me, the second to Dina, and keeping the third for herself. She toasted, "To eventful evenings." It seemed like an odd toast, but who was I to say anything? I sipped the wine, liking the taste better than the dry, white wines I'd tried at family functions in the past. Claire wore a pair of short, khaki shorts and a button-up, white blouse, and I noticed that she had quite a striking figure, not seeming to succumb to the age that I figured her to be, the laugh-lines being the most prominent on her face, her breasts seemingly unfettered by gravity as of yet, her figure quite trim, and legs almost as creamy-smooth as her daughter's. It was clear that Dina was a mirror image of what Claire looked like at her daughter's age. The doorbell chimed, making me jump a little. Claire went to get the door, and came back laden with containers of fragrant Chinese food. Dina and I jumped up, helping with the bags, and together we soon had everything set out on the large coffee table. Claire disappeared for a minute, returning with plates, forks, and napkins. "We could eat at the table if that makes you feel more comfortable," Claire looked at me, and I simply shook my head. "Here's fine if it's fine with you." We passed around containers of several varieties of food, sampling, heaping our plates, drinking the wine. "What's that on your forehead," Dina suddenly asked, looking at the small cut. It had re-clotted after my shower, but the skin around it was likely to bruise a little, if it hadn't already started. "I had to break up a fight today. A stray punch got me." Claire seemed concerned, "How terrible! Are you okay?" I nodded, "Sure, it's no big deal. Luckily we live in an area where most kids still solve problems with their fists and not with guns or knives." Claire agreed, "Thank goodness for that." I told them some of the things that had happened in my job, like the "Courtyard Rumble" where eight or nine college kids had gotten in a big fight, throwing chairs and pounding on each other. I had been forced to get in the middle of that one. I barely missed a thrown chair only to be tackled by a black kid who could've been a defensive back. I'd gotten a moderate concussion from that tackle, and, luckily, nothing else. The fight two weeks later between two girls had somehow been more dangerous. I'd received some claw marks in my arm, which I showed Dina and Claire, rolling up the sleeve of my shirt to my shoulder. One of the claw marks had been almost deep enough for stitches, and had left quite a scar. I also had a nice bite mark just above my wrist from that episode. "They're my battle scars, and I show them with pride," I grinned. "Do you get good medical insurance?" Dina asked, half-serious. I laughed, "It's decent. Any job-related injuries get treated for free, but anything off the job I pay a deductible. It's definitely given me an appreciation for the viciousness of a girl-fight, though." As we continued to talk, I eventually learned that Dina's father had taken off with his secretary, and the house, car, and a lot of money was awarded to Claire from the divorce. Dina was in the middle of college, and, according to Claire, could stay at home as long as she stayed in college. "That's a pretty good deal," I nodded, "My mom basically kicked me out of the nest at eighteen, and told me it was either fly or fall." Claire clucked her tongue disapprovingly, "That's not a very nice strategy. Throwing you to the wolves like that, it just seems so wrong. I'd be afraid of what would happen to Dina if I'd done that." I shrugged, "Well I was a pretty unruly kid, so I can understand why she did. I ran with a pretty bad crowd." "And look where you are now!" Dina chimed in, "Working as something I'll bet you never intended to be." Laughing, I agreed, "How true! The guys and I used to make life miserable for security guards. I guess that I have a true understanding of what they felt like dealing with me. It definitely puts things in perspective." Over the next half hour, we drained the wine bottle, and Claire brought some beers from the fridge. I began to get a bit tipsy by the time I finished the beer, and I could see that Dina was as well, laughing more, making herself more comfortable. I could see how smooth her legs were, and how well she wore the skirt and blouse. She had kicked off her low-heeled shoes and crossed her ankles, and leaned back as she drained the last of her beer. Claire also finished her beer, setting the empty bottle amidst the remains of the food. "I'd let you go home, Steve, but you've been drinking, and I'd rather you not drive. You can stay in the guest room for the night." I got up and began picking up the containers, and Claire slapped my hand lightly, "Just let me take care of this." I protested, "I'm not big on making messes and not cleaning them up." Dina watched us, a small smile playing on her glossy lips. Claire admonished, "Just sit down, mister, and let me take care of this." Still unwilling to back down, I suggested, "At least let me take care of the dishes." Mulling it over for a few seconds, she finally consented, "Fine, you can do the dishes. Dina will help you." I gathered the plates and silverware, and followed Claire into a large kitchen, with Dina on my heels. I walked around the island to the sink, started the hot water, plugged the sink, and added some dish soap. After I washed each plate and fork, I handed it to Dina, who dried it and put it up, while Claire distributed the leftovers into containers to be put in the fridge. It had grown dark, and Claire turned on a few more lights, showed me where the guest room was, right next to a room at the end of the hall that I assumed was the master bedroom. On the other side of the guest room appeared to be Dina's room. Guarding Dina "Of course," Claire reminded me, "It's still pretty early. If you'd like, we can give you a tour of the place. Other than Dina, this is the best thing I ever got from her father." With that, she winked at Dina, smiling wryly. Dina rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was pleased with the compliment. Claire opened the door at the end of the hall, showing me her room, the master bedroom as I had assumed. The bedroom was quite roomy, with a king-sized Chinese sleigh-bed in cherry oak, matching dresser and nightstands, and a comfy-looking chair in the corner with a reading lamp behind it. Her bathroom had a garden tub and a separate shower done with flat stone tiles in various colors, and was about three times the size of the bathroom in my apartment. Dina's room, though smaller than Claire's, was still impressively large. Dina's bed was a double with a padded patchwork headboard in blue and gray. An oak desk sat adjacent to the dresser across from her bed, and a computer waited upon the desk, a screensaver playing across the screen. As I looked down, I could see something barely poking out from under the desk, and my mind attempted to get a grasp on exactly what it was. It looked suspiciously like...a vibrator. I looked back up quickly, but I was sure that it was what I thought. The part that poked out resembled the base of it, where the dial was. I don't think either of them knew that I saw it, and I wasn't about to comment on it. After all, Dina was a woman, and she no doubt had needs. Still, it put a whole new spin on the way I thought of Dina, and I was slightly jealous of the toy that been badly hidden. The rest of the house was impressive as well, especially the game room that sat in the basement, furnished with an expensive-looking billiards table, a wooden card table with a green felt top, molded to hold both cards and chips. The stereo that sat in the corner looked like it cost more than I make in three months. The huge projection television, I didn't even want to imagine how much that was worth. "If you'd like, we can sit and watch a movie or two," Claire suggested, "We've got quite a collection that we've been adding to for years." I looked at Dina, and she seemed fine with it, so I nodded, "Sure, that sounds like fun." She opened a door near the projection screen, and it looked like a large closet, but it was filled with an absurdly extensive variety of movies. There were many I had seen before, many I liked, and then at least double the amount that I either hadn't seen and wanted to or hadn't seen and had never heard of. "What kind of movie are you two in the mood for?" I asked. Dina answered, "Just pick whatever movie you want to watch. We both like all kinds." Finally, I picked up a good horror movie that I'd been meaning to see, and Claire put it in. We sat on a good, comfy, black leather couch, with Claire on my left side and Dina on my right. I expected them to sit with some space between us, because I'd dealt with that uncomfortable situation before of people who weren't familiar with each other, but instead they sat quite close to me, both of them, as if we were old friends, even though they both had only met me for the first time today. As they movie started, I could feel how close to me they were sitting, a leg pressed up comfortably against mine, their sides touching mine. If I were to say that I wasn't enjoying the closeness, I would be lying. It was interestingly pleasant, making it unfailingly clear to me that two very attractive women were flanking me so closely. In fact, I could smell the light aroma of Claire's perfume, though I can't describe how it smelled, only the freshness of it. I could also smell the slightly fruity scent from Dina, whether it was her shampoo, soap, or maybe a lotion I wasn't sure, but it smelled to me like pears. The movie started, and I honestly tried my best to keep up with it. There were several scary parts in the movie that caused all three of us to start, and each time they seemed to press a little closer to me, until I had to put my arms out on the top of the couch to be more comfortable. That seemed to invite them even closer, until they were all but in my arms. With considerable difficulty, I resisted putting an arm around the both of them, as I had no idea what kind of reaction this action would bring. During an especially gory part of the movie, Dina even briefly buried her head against my shoulder, sending pleasant shivers up and down that side. Another problem began to present itself as I enjoyed the contact, a problem that made me quite glad I was sitting. Otherwise, the problem would be undeniably noticeable and difficult to keep concealed. It's not like I'd ever bludgeon anybody to death with it, but I was pretty endowed with a good eight inches, give or take an inch. Unfortunately for me, the movie was almost over, and with them pressed against both sides, there was no way that the problem was going to go away. When the end credits began scrolling down the screen, I waited, afraid to stand up. Claire stood up first, and I had to struggle to keep my eyes from falling out of me head. For an instant, I was sure I'd seen nipples poking persistently from the considerable mounds that were her breasts, pushing the fabric of her shirt out in their persistence. She ejected the disc and put it back in its case, and then put it up, taking her time, probably to get herself under control. Dina was still pressed against my right side, the heat of her skin radiating through my shirt and pants. Then I turned my head to her, and saw that I could be having the same type of reaction on Dina. For a few seconds, neither of us moved. I looked at her, and she looked back at me, a mixture of feelings fighting for control in her eyes, her lips slightly parted, and then with a sense of reluctance, she scooted away, just enough so that there were a few inches between us, but I felt that distance an impossible gulf just as I had only a minute ago felt her against me. That space felt cold. A bit hastily, Claire ushered me up the stairs and to the guest room, announcing that it'd been a long day and that we should all get some sleep. She disappeared into the master bedroom, glancing quickly back before she closed the door. I resigned myself to the guest room, and Dina mumbled a quick, "Good night," to which I returned an equally quick, "See you in the morning." I sat down on the bed, which was firm. That was just fine with me. After taking my shoes off, and after a hesitation, my pants as well, leaving me clad only in a shirt and boxers, I slid under the covers. I never could sleep with pants on. I lay there for a while, the pleasant pressure of the two women as they sat next to me, and the urges that resulted, on my mind. Although the signals I had perceived from them seemed evident, I have always been bad at deciphering those signals. Subtle hints always seemed to be lost on me, so I usually missed them, and lost many opportunities because of that. Maybe one of them was kind of sweet on me, but there seemed to be the same signals coming from both of them, and that couldn't be possible, could it? If it was, and I chose one of them, would the other be put off by that, and resent me, or even hate me for it? This was complicated; I'd never received those signals from a mother and daughter at the same time before, so I was in strange territory here. I must've drifted off in these thoughts, because I snapped awake as I heard a door open. I couldn't tell which door it was, but in the faintest of light, I saw two feet under the bottom of the door. The owner of the feet seemed to hesitate for almost a minute, and then I heard the latching mechanism withdraw with a soft click, and the door began to open. My heart was pounding with the anticipation, and a whirlwind of thoughts, both coherent and incoherent, blasted through my mind. Either I was about to get laid, or they were psychotic and intended to kill me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I don't know why, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Whoever was there seemed to hesitate for a full minute, looking at me as I feigned sleep, and then the door softly closed and the latch engaged. I cracked one eye, just enough to see that the figure had not retreated, but just closed the door behind her. The time just oozed by at an agonizingly sluggish pace, with the figure just standing there indecisively, and me still pretending to slumber. If anyone were to burst in at that moment and scream out, I was sure we'd both either be dead of fright, or clinging by our fingers and toes from the ceiling. After eons of wait, the figure crept forward and eased carefully on the bed, eventually lying close to me, body pressed against me, only fabric and the comforter between us. I jumped a little when a voice finally whispered, "You're not asleep, are you?" Chagrined, I opened my eyes and saw Dina's face only inches from my own. "No, not really," I whispered back, "I heard you at the door." Testing the water, she asked quietly, almost shyly, "Do you want me to leave?" I shook my head, "No, I don't want you to leave." Heartened by my answer, she lifted up the comforter and pulled it over her body, now only fabric separating us. She then slid her arms around me, pressing her face against my chest, her legs bare and silky against mine. I put a hand under her chin and tilted her face up to mine before succumbing to my desires for her. I pressed my lips lightly against hers, testing the water a little, myself. In reaction, she only pressed harder, the urgency evident as her tongue darted out and licked my lower lip. Encouraged, I poked my own tongue out to taste hers, and within half a second, our tongues entwined with eagerness. My hands began their own exploration, moving from her arms to her shoulders, and then down her back and sides, to her shapely butt, cradling each globe of cheek in a hand, noting in my head that a pair of panties and a thin nightshirt was all she had on. She mumbled a moan against my mouth as my hands cupped her cheeks and pulled her tighter against me. Once again, I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, a delicious heat that I had before enjoyed as she sat close to me, and the wait was just too long. We shared another kiss, and I once again reveled in that heat, as her smallish breasts were squashed against my chest, as her hips gyrated slightly against me, as her legs rubbed against my legs. I breathed in that faintly fruity scent, and I determined that it came from her shampoo when her hair fell in my face briefly before she pushed it away. I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me. I lifted her nightshirt over her head and off of her. Her nipples jutted out so enticingly that I had to touch them. I reached out and cupped a breast in each hand, the nipple scraping against my palm as my hands moved in circles, causing her to moan with the sensations. That part of me that had so stubbornly attempted to betray me, it now stuck out stiffly, and she rubbed herself against it as my fingers found and played with those jutting nipples. I began to feel the wetness that spread in the crotch of her panties, and I knew she was more than ready. She stopped suddenly, pushed her soaked panties down and off her legs, did the same with my boxers, and guided me inside her. I had hoped to taste her before entering her, and I voiced this hope. "Next time we can do all that and more," she almost moaned as she buried all eight inches inside her, "But now I just have to have you in me. Oh my God, you're so big! You're stretching me out, it's so big!" She began riding me, half of my length sliding out before she pushed her hips down and impaled herself again. I wanted her to climax several times, as much as she could, but I kept this want to myself, since I've found out that trying to make her climax could actually drive her further from it. Sometimes it's just best to let it happen however it happens. Her tempo increased, and my hips lifted with each plunge to better fill her up, and it took only a few minutes before her moans increased in urgency and volume. In the back of my mind I wondered exactly how thin the walls between us and her mother were, but the thought didn't last, as I was nearing orgasm myself as my manhood slipped deep in that velvety sheath of her tunnel. As her moans grew ever louder, and she gasped that she was going to cum, I warned her of my own impending orgasm. She came right before me, her vaginal canal clamping down on my member, her cum coating me as it ran down my balls. As she began coasting down from it, I cried out and shot spurt after spurt into her. She reached down to massage my sticky balls, coaxing out as much as I could give, until I gasped for breath. She lay on top of me, panting against my chest, my manhood shriveling from her gradually until it came out, covered in a mixture of her secretions and mine. As we caught our breath, I couldn't be sure, but I thought I heard more gasps from the next room. Maybe it was because the blood rushing back into my head. We fell asleep like this, with her atop me, her legs straddling mine, her head on my chest. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I awoke to sunshine and the feel of Dina's hand on me, stroking me to hardness and slipping me inside her. With the same urgency as before, we made love, and we only lasted slightly longer than the first time, more of her juices all over my groin as I released more of my seed inside her. As she lay gasping for breath in my arms while my organ withered slowly, I could have sworn I heard moans from her mother's room, and this time a whirring noise that was unmistakable. I kept my mouth shut about it for the time being. Besides, it was kind of a turn on to have that effect on Claire while I was with her daughter. When we dressed and crept downstairs, we found Claire in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper, humming under her breath. She looked up to see us and smiled brightly. "Did you sleep well?" We nodded, and I noticed the knowing smile behind the question. There was no doubt that Claire had heard us from her room, and that she approved. Because, being a bachelor, I knew how to cook, I found some eggs, cheese, onions, and some cold cuts, and began cooking omelets for them. I usually didn't eat breakfast much myself, but to be polite, I created my own omelet with less eggs. As we ate, I kept wanting to talk about last night, but couldn't find a way to bring it up without sounding...I don't know, like a pervert. I kept my mouth shut about it. As I occasionally caught them glancing at each other, I couldn't help but think that something was going on here, some kind of conspiracy between them. Claire asked me, "Do you have to work today?" I thought about this for a second, and then admitted, "I could call in sick." Claire quickly shook her head, "Oh no, you don't have to do that. I was just thinking that we could take you out to dinner after work." This was getting a bit odd. Sure, maybe a dinner last night was normal, because I had driven Dina home after her friends had pranked and ditched her, but this seemed kind of funny to me. Still, since she offered, and because my curiosity was peaked, I agreed, "Sure, I guess we can meet somewhere. What do you have in mind?" Claire suggested this excellent steakhouse in town, one I had only heard about, but it was a bit out of my price range. I voiced my concern, and Claire laughed. "Why would I suggest such an expensive place if I hadn't intended on paying?" "Ms. Sanchez," I protested, "Really-" She stopped me, "Steve, please, call me Claire. Why I'd bet that if it were any other security guard Dina had run across yesterday, she'd have been arrested for it. Surely, nobody else would've thought about the fact that she might've been had some joke played on her. Dina's a good girl, and neither of us would want her to be treated like a criminal. Besides, we enjoy your company, and you're such a nice boy." I hadn't thought about that, of course. I knew most of the other security guards on a casual basis of acquaintance, and while I could vouch for the fairness of a few, many of them seemed a little blind to any other side of a story. I'd seen more than a few shoplifters treated more harshly than necessary, when I might've been a little fairer about the incident. Of course, some shoplifters did it trying to get away with it, but there were always those that were pressured by less honest friends to try and pocket merchandise. I certainly understood this, and I always tried to look around to see the little group of snickering punks off to the side, pointing at the one who'd been caught. And, of course, I'd gotten pretty good at telling real tears from those shed to play innocent. Then there was Dina in particular. I was starting to fall for her, and last night didn't hurt any. "Well, alright," I decided, "My shift today ends about the same time. Should we meet at the restaurant?" Claire offered, "Why don't you come here first, and we'll all go together." "I'll be here at about seven, then. I should go home and get ready for work. Thank you for dinner last night, and for letting me stay the night." Dina walked me out to my truck, and suddenly threw her arms around me. I felt surprisingly comfortable slipping my own arms around her waist. She reached up and planted a kiss on my lips, and then backed away, the promise of more to come in her eyes. It was a bit difficult to not say anything that would lessen the intensity of what had happened the night before, so I did the wise thing and kept it simple. "I'll see you at seven." She grinned, "I can't wait." She let go of me reluctantly, and I got into my truck and drove off just as reluctantly. Work dragged by, surprisingly uneventful compared to the previous day. I made my rounds a few times, fending off the usual jailbait, barely seeing them as my mind settled on Dina and Claire. I kept wondering if I would be receiving the same treatment from any other family for just doing my job, and came to a conclusion that Claire's instant fondness for me was a bit odd. Still, for the life of me, I couldn't think of a rational reason as to why. When lunch break arrived, I grabbed a bite to eat from the food court, a bit amused by this young girl who couldn't have been older than fifteen. This girl boldly sat down opposite me, not even bothering to ask permission. She began asking me questions, starting with my name, and then progressing to my love life, my sexual preferences, on and on. Amused by her boldness, I answered her questions. I was curious to see where this line of questioning was headed. Of course, I had to draw the line when she told me her parents were at work, and that if I wanted to... "How old are you?" I interrupted her. She lied, "Nineteen." "What year were you born?" "Umm, uh...19...88." "You're really underage, aren't you?" She blushed, "Fine, I'm only sixteen, but I won't tell anyone if you won't." As if I were considering her proposition, I thought out loud, "Are you a virgin?" She shook her head, "No, but I'm not a slut either." "How many guys have you slept with?" A bit on the defensive, she narrowed her eyes a little, "Four. What, are you worried that I might have something?" Pretending innocence, I quickly assured, "Oh no, if you say you're clean, I believe you, but my tastes are a little taboo. Have you ever been with a girl before?" Her eyes widened, "What? No, I'm not a lesbian. But...if that's what you want to see...I could...you know..." "I wouldn't want you to do anything you weren't uncomfortable with, and you don't look at all comfortable with being with another girl. See, if you're not secure enough with yourself to do that on your own, you certainly wouldn't be at ease doing that for me. Tell you what, try it on your own, and see how it feels for you. You might surprise yourself." Guarding Dina Another security guard told me that approach, telling me that it was surprisingly successful with the younger ones. It appeared to work this time, as well. She nodded, standing up and walking away stunned. I had wasted about fifteen minutes of my thirty minute lunch, so I hurried and finished my food, wondering the whole time if the jailbait was considering heeding my advice, or if she'd decided that she was in way over her head with me. Laughing to myself, I went back to work, being sneered at by punks near the Goth store on the second level, fawned over by the little gaggle of jailbait as I walked past the chic, trendy stores, and sneered at some more by a group of black guys all decked out in do-rags, wife-beaters, and jeans that sagged down over their asses. I almost broke out laughing again as I saw the same girl who'd propositioned me in the food court, talking in a near-hushed voice with another girl, and she still appeared shell-shocked, her whole perspective changed. I caught up with the guy, Pete Masterson, a thirty-two year old, five-year-vet in the job, and thanked him, telling him his approach worked like a charm. I had to ask, "But what if she tries it and decides to cross over to the dark side?" He snickered, "It's risky, sure, but I happen to believe that every girl should have a carpet-munching experience under her belt. If nothing else, it gives her a deeper appreciation for dick, and it's great for the guy who wants a threesome with two chicks." We shared a laugh, and then he went back into the larger room in the back where he spent most his time watching the monitors for all the cameras in every store of the mall. The room is quite impressive, and no one guard can monitor all the screens, so there are a minimum of four guards in the room during business hours. For me, it would be a pretty boring job, but the veteran guards seem to enjoy it just fine. By the time five-thirty rolled around, I had to hurry back to clock out, which would've been simpler if not for Benjamin Yancy, my supervisor, reminding me that I was on the schedule to work this weekend. Just telling me wasn't enough for Ben, he apparently had some lecture all planned out, and he was determined to make sure I heard every word. I already hated the bastard, a pudgy, acne-scarred, middle-aged dweeb, but these lectures were always repetitive and never very informative, and made my teeth grind to have to actually listen to everything he said. Finally, I got to the time-clock and had my timecard stamped, showing me as clocked out at five-fifty. "Mr. Yancy," I interrupted him, which irked him seriously, "I have five minutes to get to the dry cleaner or I won't have a clean uniform for tomorrow. I really have to go." Without waiting for a reply, I rushed out of the locker room where the time-clock was located, leaving him standing there, sputtering. I rushed directly home, having to consciously keep my foot from jamming the accelerator down to the mat. It was six-thirty when I got home, forcing me to rush through my shower, which was the opposite of the leisurely showers I normally took. By the time I was dressed and leaving, I realized that I only had ten minutes to be there. I was dying to find out why such special treatment was being lavished on myself, and being late was not an option. I pulled up to the curb in front of their home with half a minute to spare. As I got out, I saw them waiting in the driveway in front of their car, engaged in a casual conversation, and felt like a moron when I saw how they were dressed. Dina wore a short, blue dress that accentuated her curves nicely, the top being sleeveless and low-cut. She looked stunning in it, as if it'd been created just for her. Equally breathtaking was Claire, clad in a maroon, knee-length dress, with a black, shiny belt around her waist to emphasize her slightly wide hips and larger bust. I felt like an ignoramus in a simple pair of khakis and a green polo shirt. Neither of them seemed to care about me being underdressed, however, coming up the driveway to meet me. Dina gave me a big hug, squeezing me hard against her, while Claire planted a chaste kiss on my cheek and immediately laughed, using a napkin from her small purse to wipe the lipstick mark off my cheek. Voicing my worries I lamented, "You both look stunning, and I feel like I'm wearing cutoffs and a tank-top compared to you." They both laughed, exchanging a wink, and Claire pinched my cheek playfully, "Now don't you go worrying about it. We're just going out to dinner, not to an opera." Still a bit embarrassed, I sighed miserably, "I should've dressed up a bit, still." Dina grinned, "I think you look pretty spiffy. Besides, if you had dressed up more, nobody would even notice mom or me." Incredulous, I chuffed, "Even a blind man wouldn't miss either of you!" Claire chuckled, "I'll bet you use that line a lot, don't you?" "No, but if it works, I might use it more often." The steakhouse hostess goggled at how well dressed these two women were as she showed us to a table. As she gave us our menus and departed, I could barely concentrate on the menu. Just the way they were dressed got me aroused, and I had to adjust myself as discreetly as I could. "Did anything interesting happen today?" Dina asked, and I could feel her bare foot stroking my ankle under the table. I shrugged, "Nothing much. It crawled by. Well, my lunch break was interesting, though." Claire took the bait, "What happened on your lunch break?" I hesitated, "I don't know, it might make me sound a bit cruel." "Oh, come on," Claire protested, "It can't be that bad." "Are you sure?" She urged, "Just tell us." Relenting, I told them about the girl who had sat down at the table with me, and our conversation. As I talked, Dina's eyes went wide, and an unbelieving look came over her face. "Oh no, you didn't. Did you really tell her that?" I admitted, "I did. It's an approach I learned from a guy I work with. She was so baffled that she didn't even think to be mad at me, and that's what I was going for." Dina laughed, "That's so bad, though! Do you think she's going to try it?" "I don't know. If I had to make a guess, I'd say that sooner or later she will. It'll probably nag at her, wondering if she was capable of enjoying it and also not getting caught." Claire shook her head in wonder, "You could've just turned some poor girl into a lesbian. Wouldn't that be a loss for your team, though?" I shrugged, "I asked the guy I learned it from the same question." I told them Pete's answer. Claire began giggling, "I bet you blew that poor girl's mind when you told her that!" "Yeah, I think I did. But it worked, and it helped me get rid of her without really hurting her feelings, and that was my intention. I wouldn't want some upset girl figuring out what I drove and keying my truck to get back at me. It's a way to ease them off without hurting them." Dina looked hard at me for a minute, and then pointed at me, "You know what I think? I think what you're doing has nothing to do with some pissed off little girl keying your truck." I was a little startled that she had figured me out so quickly. She continued, "I think you'd just hate to hurt some girl's feelings because you're such a nice guy. I think you'd feel like crap if some poor girl started crying because you rejected her. It'd eat you up inside." Claire nodded, agreeing, "I think she's right. What you told that girl on your lunch break just proves it. If that approach had backfired, what would you have done?" I struggled for a second before answering, "I guess I don't know. I'd just have to find some way to let her down gently." Dina narrowed her eyes slightly at me, "And if you couldn't, you'd either have to hurt her feelings or you'd probably be screwing her just to spare her feelings." I can't describe what I received from that look in her eyes, but I got the feeling that she didn't like that possibility too much. I assured her, "I just couldn't do that. I have morals, believe it or not, and I would have to find another way out of it. I'd never get involved with jailbait." I didn't really mean to let the term slip out, but it was out, so that was that. "Jailbait, huh?" Claire arched an eyebrow, "That's your name for them? Seems a bit harsh." I winced, "Sorry, I just hear it from the other guys, and in a lot of cases it fits. I've heard of more than a handfuls of security guards getting hit with charges for going after the underage girls, and I refuse to be put in that kind of situation." The waiter showed up and took our orders, giving me a break from this conversation for a minute, but the minute he was gone, Dina tilted her head slightly, "So...if the girl is legal, are you less inclined to turn her away?" 'Oh shit,' I thought, as I knew I was being backed into a corner on this. I took a few seconds to collect myself, and answered, "Well...Perhaps, in the past, I may have let myself be...seduced by a few. But it's not like I made it a habit, just every so often when I felt like I needed some company. It's not like I date a lot, you know." I started thinking that I'd made a grave mistake even bringing this girl up in the first place, but here I was, probably looking like a real grease ball. I wondered if perhaps I should excuse myself to go to the bathroom, and then make a hasty exit. Instead I waited, expecting that they were rethinking their fondness for me. Dina looked from me to her mother, and they exchanged a look that I couldn't read. Finally looking back at me, with the barest hint of a smile, Dina asked, "And you seemed like such a nice guy. So, when you had me in that little room, and I was all weepy and scared, you were probably thinking about how you could get into my pants." I had this strong feeling that she was toying with me, and the fact that her foot had never stopped rubbing on my leg seemed to support that. I decided that playing it honest instead of being defensive might be valuable, "That wasn't my intent. I've just always had this...state of mind. I couldn't have you just crying like that and not try to help." "So getting in my pants was the furthest thing from your mind then?" I replied, "Maybe it wasn't the furthest thing from my mind, but I wasn't about to take advantage of you. That's really not the kind of person I am." Claire looked from me to her daughter, an amused half-smile on her lips. Dina grilled me some more, "Then your offer to drive me home?" "I told you I had to try and help. What kind of person would I be if I'd just left you stranded at the mall?" "Do you normally do things like that, offering rides to complete strangers?" I shook my head, "Not usually. But you seemed really upset, and those girls did leave you there. It felt like the right thing to do." The waiter interrupted us, setting plates of fragrant food on the table in front of us. We fell to eating, the conversation on hold for a few minutes at least, which I was thankful for. I really wanted them both to think more highly of me, and I was a little afraid that I'd fallen short of that. I realized that I probably wouldn't be trying so hard with anyone else. I must really be falling for Dina, and it didn't surprise me, even in spite of the merciless interrogation that I was going through. The silence didn't last long. Dina kept looking at me, and her foot rode a little higher on my leg, really driving me nuts. Once her foot passed my knee, I discreetly reached down and began massaging the arch. I could see that she was enjoying it, so I continued rubbing side to side on her arch, noticing that she wore no pantyhose. Still feeling like I was ultimately portraying myself as a pervert taking advantage of vulnerable young women, I needed them to know I wasn't really like that, but the more I talked, the less I seemed to do so, and I wondered if I was really was that bad and just fooled myself into thinking otherwise. The silence stretched out. Finally I had to talk. "You must really think I'm some womanizing pervert." They both looked up from their plates, eying me curiously. Dina allowed, "I don't think we'd have invited you out to dinner if we'd believed that." "You didn't know any of this until tonight, though." "True," she agreed. "So...should I just count my losses now?" Claire frowned, "Why would you want to count your losses?" My mind was whirling, and I was thoroughly baffled, "Am I missing something here?" Claire looked at Dina, "We don't really think he's a womanizing pervert, do we?" Dina admitted, "Well, he was nothing but sweet to me yesterday. Even going out of his way to make sure I got home safely, he didn't act like he expected anything in return. I've gone out with other guys before, and a few were even nice guys, but I'd say he's in a class all his own. No, I don't think he's a womanizing pervert at all. Heck, he had me melting in his arms when we made love last night." To say that I was confused at that point would be the understatement of the century. And on top of it all, my jaw just dropped when she said that last part. My mind spun in circles; I was just plain lost here. Claire laughed delightedly, "I know. The noise you two were making, I wouldn't have thought otherwise." Dina blushed slightly, "I just couldn't help myself." A memory of the night in my head clicked, when I could've sworn I'd heard panting in the next room, Claire's bedroom, and then later, after the second time, when I heard the panting again, accompanied by the whirring noise. But... I blurted out to Claire, "You knew the whole time..." Claire grinned slyly, "The walls aren't made of paper, but they're not soundproof either." Dina added, "I don't think I could've kept quiet, even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't." Some vague comprehending helped me put that little tidbit together, "You wanted her to hear us...but...why?" Dina giggled, "Mom's got needs too, you know. I'd be stupid to think otherwise. Maybe you didn't hear her, but she was enjoying listening to us. Weren't you, mom?" It was Claire's turn to blush a little, "It's been a little while, you know?" I laughed a little, "I did hear you, while I was catching my breath." Claire confessed, still a little red in the face, "I wasn't exactly trying to be quiet either." "So what's going on here?" I asked, "I feel like I'm being left in the dark here." Dina suggested, "Let's finish eating, and then we'll go home and talk." It didn't take long, and Claire paid the check, though I insisted on leaving the tip. "Two dinners in a row," I reminded her, "I feel like a cheapskate." We left the steakhouse, and Dina had me ride up front with her mother. The tension on the ride to their house was almost palpable, each of us lost in our thoughts. My thoughts were still confused, but a picture was beginning to form in my head. When we pulled into the driveway, I looked behind me to see that Dina was chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she stared out the window. Claire was just as silent, concentrating on the road. My head still spun with everything, all the little details they had divulged. Claire had been masturbating while listening to me and her daughter in the next bedroom, and Dina seemed to already know that fact. Had Dina snuck into the guest room for that sole purpose? I actually felt a little put off; I had been thinking she was interested in me, not helping to get her mother off. When Claire pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. Without a word, she and Dina walked into the house, and I followed, completely baffled, but twice as confused. As I shut the door, I could stand the silence no longer. "Okay, I'd really like to know what's going on here." Claire turned to look at her daughter, seeming to confirm something in Dina's eyes. I began to insist that I be let in on the secret, when Claire stepped up to me and planted her lips directly on mine, pulling me against her for a mind-numbing kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it left me unable to speak when she pulled back slightly. Apparently her kiss had the effect that she had intended because she smiled at me, her eyes glimmering. Dina also smiled, "See, mom, he really knows how to kiss, doesn't he?" Claire exhaled with a rush, "He sure does! My legs got all weak." I tried to find my voice, and failed. Dina confessed, "We only made love, twice, and he's awesome at that, too. I'm wondering exactly what else he's good at. He said he wanted to go down on me, but I was way too far gone for that." Claire beamed, "I'm thinking he should get that chance. I'll just bet he'd have you making all kinds of noises." They shared a laugh, and I listened, nonplussed as I tried to understand the conversation they were having. Dina looked down and noticed the bulge that was growing in the front of my pants, "Oh wow! I'd say he's game, mom, wouldn't you?" Claire laughed, "Well, what do you say? Are you game?" If they were suggesting what I thought they were, then I would be the dumbest person on the face of the earth to tell them no, so I gulped, "Uh...Well...I, uh...yeah, I'll try to keep up." They grabbed my hands and up we went, climbing the few stairs to the hallway, and down the hall to the room on the end, Claire's room. I was pushed onto the bed, and they started pawing at me, undoing buttons, unzipping zippers, pulling my clothes off, giggling, and soon I lay there on the bed in just my boxers. They stood there, grinning at me. Claire tossed her hair playfully, "We're not going to undress ourselves, young man." I started with Dina, quickly unzipping the back of her dress, and sliding it down, freeing her breasts, the half-dollar sized areolas a dark pink, with stiff, proud nipples. Down the dress went, past her hips, exposing a cute, black pair of panties, and down her smooth, firm legs. I went to remove the panties, but she lightly slapped my hands. "Undress my mom now." I obeyed, undoing the belt and tossing it aside. I reached behind her, felt for the small clasps, and unlatched each one down to her waist. I slid her dress down, noticing that Claire's breasts, larger than her daughter's, had larger areolas, like silver dollars, and larger nipples, but were similar in color with her daughter. Claire's panties were bikini briefs, hi-cut, and crimson. Claire stepped out of her dress, and in unison with her daughter, climbed onto the bed, crawling to me. Claire kissed me again, while Dina unfettered me of my boxers, revealing my length, which bounced jauntily. Dina joked, "It's just like a Jack-in-the-Box!" She grabbed it and tickled the underside, making it jump in her hand. She continued to tease the sensitive underside of my length while Claire's tongue slid and rolled against mine. I plunged my hands into her hair, feeling it spill between my fingers luxuriously. I gasped on her mouth as Dina bent down and flicked her tongue over the tip of my manhood, tasting the drop of precum that glistened on it. Claire's breasts squashed against my chest, and she ground her hips against my waist. I could feel her panties becoming moist, and the sweet smell of her sex drifted to my nostrils. Dina's mouth moved over the head of my manhood, stopping with her lips just past the corona, and spinning her head side to side, making the organ jump again and again. She was going to have me blowing my load early if she kept it up. She got me close, felt it tighten, pulsing, and backed off, squeezing the base almost painfully while grinning evilly at me. Claire's mouth moved away from mine and kissed my chest, her fingers scratching lightly, causing me to break out in gooseflesh. She then stood up abruptly on the bed, a foot on either side of my head, affording me quite a look at the wet spot in the crotch of her panties, and began squatting down slowly, bringing that wet spot closer to my face. Closer and closer it got, until she was only inches from my mouth, and she stopped there, moving up slightly when I tried to reach for it with my tongue. The sweet-salty-musky scent was intense, intoxicating, and she knew it. She hovered there, teasing me. The panties, especially where that wet spot grew slowly, didn't do much to conceal the folds of her sex. Guarding Dina She dipped down lower, and my nose touched the thin material briefly before she lifted up an inch. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, her crotch pressed down lightly on my mouth, and I opened up, poking my tongue against the wet fabric, pushing against her folds, sucking at the wetness as if I were dying of thirst. She gasped and whipped her hair, grinding on my face a little more forcefully. Dina watched her mother hump my face, one hand stroking my length while she kept the other squeezed firmly at the base to keep me in control. Claire didn't last long, her moans becoming more piercingly high-pitched. As she tumbled over the edge and into climax, her thighs clamped together, muffling her keening, and her body shuddered, her orgasmic sweetness flooded the fabric of her panties, soaking it through, and I sucked on it, feeling the spasms against my lips and tongue. It took her a minute to coast down from it, and her legs slowly relaxed. When she felt she could move, she did, almost falling over to the side. She panted, trying to regain her breath, and Dina let go of me for a minute, moved to her mother, and pulled the soaked panties down her legs, pressing them against her face, breathing in deeply, inhaling that dizzying scent, relishing the wetness on her face. I licked my lips, waiting to see what would happen next, looking between Claire's splayed legs, seeing the trimmed bush of hair that almost surrounded a pair of puffy, glistening, pink lips, capped at the top by a swollen clit. When Claire finally caught her breath, she came back to me and plunged her wet tongue in my mouth, swirling around my mouth, no doubt tasting her secretions. Dina insisted, "Let me give him a ride, too." She yanked her panties down, showing me her clean-shaven skin, and straddled my face, planting her crotch directly onto my mouth, no teasing, just getting right to it. Claire kissed her daughter right above the clit, drawing circles on the bald, hairless skin. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could, and she went wild, riding my mouth helplessly, holding onto the headboard to keep herself steady. At her frantic pace, she only lasted a few minutes, coming loudly on my face as I lapped up as much as her dribbling honey as I could while more flowed down my chin and pooled between my collarbones. Claire leaned down and collected the stray juices, licking up my neck to my chin, and then all over my face when Dina moved. Dina lifted her mother's face and began kissing her deeply, their tongues moving over each other excitedly. Then Dina licked her way down Claire's face, neck to her breasts, capturing one nipple, then the other, in her mouth while her mother urged her on. For more than a minute, she traded back and forth over Claire's breasts, suckling on one and the other. As I watched, Dina kissed down to her stomach, around her navel, to the trimmed hair around her sex, and avoided her sex, instead licking her inner thighs, nipping at the tender skin. Before long, she had Claire pleading and begging for her to eat her pussy. After a few more seconds of teasing, Dina dug in, burying her tongue in her mother. "Oh God!" Claire cried, "Eat my cunny, baby, you're getting me so hot!" I was astonished, having only read about this kind of stuff. I mean, sure, I'd watched porn, and I've seen a bunch of lesbian porn, but never have I seen a mother and daughter together like that. It wasn't very difficult to fathom that I was aroused beyond belief. Dina concentrated her efforts on her mother's clit while slipping two fingers in to the hilt, wiggling the digits while pumping them in and out of her slit. Claire was urging her daughter on, using some pretty dirty language for my benefit. She motioned me over and immediately took me in her mouth, sucking in long, slow strokes, bathing me with her saliva, cradling my nuts in her hand, moaning around my length while her daughter steadily brought her to orgasm. When it hit, her lips clamped down a bit painfully, making me gasp, and yet I was getting close as her moans intensified, and I had to pull myself from her mouth to keep from blowing my stuff right there. Claire coasted for a while on her climax, as Dina continued her administrations on Claire's sopping hole. Abruptly Claire flipped her daughter onto her back, and plopped her crotch directly in her face before laying on her to return the favor. Dina disengaged her face from her mother long enough to call me over to her side. "Rub that meat over her cunt, get it nice and wet for me." Happy to oblige, I did, resisting the urge to just plunge it in. I rubbed the head over her clit, earning moans from both Claire and Dina, since Claire's mouth clamped onto her daughter's clit in reaction. "Wow! Great, now why don't you fill her up? Give it to her real good." And, really, how could I say no to that? I rubbed it along her slit for a few more seconds, and then slipped it right in, her lubrication doing its job nicely as I buried myself in that liquid heat. I began pumping inside her feeling her tighten as her daughter flicked her pink tongue over Claire's quite swollen clit over and over. Claire began to jerk and hump back against me, and within a few more seconds, her cum was dripping off my length, glazing my nuts, and raining into Dina's open mouth. Dina grabbed my manhood and thrust it into her mouth, sucking me clean, even taking the time to lick the honey off my nuts. Claire furiously worked her daughter to climax, employing all her talent, and Dina gasped as her mother sucked her clit for all it was worth, and was quickly crying out, her feet drumming on the bed, her juices flooding Claire's face as she sought to get it all. When Claire finally released her, Dina lay there gasping for breath, the sheets and mattress under her soaked. Claire, insatiable as she seemed to be, immediately jumped on me, knocking my on my back, worked me back inside her, and rode me wildly, bringing herself to a series of orgasms, each one more intense than the other, until she was glistening with perspiration, her hair flying every which way. After more than a few near orgasms myself, I was surprised that I hadn't lost it already. Dina recovered gradually, and watched her mother going to town on me. Claire sat up and braced herself, her hands on my chest. She brought her legs up, and was quickly crouched over me, raising up most of the way off my length before impaling herself onto it again. Her eyes were on mine, and I could tell she intended for me to blast off before long. Crouched over me as she was, I could see my member entering her repeatedly, and that was enough for me. I lifted my hips as she lowered onto me, and began shooting my load into her. She tensed, making her vaginal walls tighten around me, milking me for everything I had. When I could expel no more, I collapsed back onto the bed, and she rested on me, her knees back on the bed, hunched over me trying to catch her ragged breath. I think I might've passed out for a few minutes, because when I opened my eyes, Claire was on her back on the bed, her legs up, and Dina was going after the prize that I'd left in her mother. For a few minutes, Dina lapped at the gobs of cream that oozed from Claire, and then she kissed her mother deeply, sharing the stuff, their tongues swirling over each other as they traded it back and forth. I felt drained in many ways, yet my flaccid manhood still twitched as I watched this. After they broke the kiss, Dina flopped down onto her back, sighing, perhaps sated. Claire licked her lips, rolled close to me, and rested her head on my chest, draping an arm over my stomach. Dina dragged herself over to my other side, and did the same. When morning came, our energy restored, they began working on me again, sharing my rising organ between them. Claire had Dina sit astride me, and soon Dina was riding me furiously while Claire rolled my balls in her mouth. It took little time for the both of us to cum, Dina getting there only about five seconds before I did. Claire made her let go of my still spasming meat, and her mouth caught the spurts as they flew from my tip. Then it was Dina's turn to get cleaned, and once again they shared the gooey mess. Claire sat on my chest and began humping her crotch on me, getting herself wet. Dina got behind her mother and played with the abundant breasts, squeezing the nipples between her fingers. My chest became pretty soaked, and I started becoming hard again. I pulled Claire further up until the bottom of her sopping cunt rested on my chin, and I dove my tongue inside her to catch what was there and make more of it. Dina slipped my hardening cock back into her, and rode me some more, licking the mess off my chest. Claire's excitement was making it hard to breathe, so I had her lift up a bit so I could get a few breaths in, but no more than that. At the pace that Dina rode me, I couldn't last, and while I gave what I had left, Dina reached orgasm as well, bucking and jerking her hips, crying out loudly, and then whimpering as it tapered off slowly. Claire took another minute before she drenched my face with her juices. Her moans faded, and she eventually fell back onto the bed. "I don't think I can handle any more right now," I confessed, still panting for breath, "I still have to work today, and I barely have any energy left." Claire laughed, wiping perspiration from her forehead, "Oh, I believe you. I'm going to have to take a nap before I even think of going to work." We relaxed in the after-sex glow, barely deigning to move, until I noticed that I only had two hours to get home, get ready, and go to work. "I'm going to have to get some energy drinks on the way," I grinned. Dina grinned back, "Lucky for me, I don't have any classes today. I can lounge for a while." We made plans for me to come by later that night, and I left to get ready for work. I had to literally ask myself all the way to my apartment if the previous night had actually happened. Had I really made love to both Dina and Claire? It seemed so unbelievable, except that I could still smell the sex on my breath. My body still felt so exhausted, but my mind was still reeling. What if it would be like this from now on, working all day, and then being with Dina and her mother all night? I wasn't sure I had the stamina for it. We would have to pace ourselves.