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Telemarketer

By: GameChanger2



"Hi, I'm calling from PLC Services, is this Sally?"

"No, I'm her father."

"I see, may I speak to Sally, please?"

"She's not available right now."

"Is she not home-"

"Oh, she's right here in front of me, on her knees."

"I...uh...see? So...can I talk to her? We, uh, have a special offer-"

"Naw, she can't talk with her mouth full, ya know?"

"Oh, um, right...I...uh...I can call back later?"

"Nope, not gonna work. She gonna be full on the other end the rest of the day, if you know what I mean."

"I...uhm...I...ah..."

"Yep, kiddo just loves her papa!"

*click* 

My father and I burst out laughing as the telemarketer hung up.

"Thanks, dad. They've been bothering me a while, now."

"No problem, hon. I enjoy messing with those people."

"I could tell. Sounded like you've got some plans while visiting your daughter!"

He chuckled.

"Sure, hon! Just drop your pants and daddy'll get to work!"

He playfully slapped my ass and walked into the kitchen. I noticed a bit of a bulge in his pants.

Not two hours later the same number called.

"Hi, I'm calling from PLC Services, is this Sally?"

"This is her father."

"Could I speak to her, maybe?"

"Naw, she's busy sucking my cock."

"Oh...uhm...I...uh...I'll call back-"

"Don't bother, she'll be taking papa's lovejuice up the cunt all day. Girl can't get enough of it!"

*click* 

"Wow, dad! You're really turning me into a slut, aren't you?"

"Hey, you just really love daddy is all, hon! Figure they won't bother you again, now."

"I hope so...and 'lovejuice', dad? What is that, from the 70's?"

I noticed his bulge was quite a bit larger this time.

"Hey, don't knock the 70's, hon! Free love was great! Plus, can you think of anything better?"

I stood next to him and rubbed his jean-covered cock.

"I don't know...'daddycum'? Sounds naughty, doesn't it?"

He chuckled, and undid his belt buckle.

"Honey, that sounds really naughty. There's a whole load of that pent-up, that's for sure..."

"Why don't you show me, daddy?"

I unzipped his pants and slowly lowered them down his legs.

"Oh, hon...you sure you wanna do this?"

I fished his long cock out his boxers and kissed the tip.

"You're the one that said free love was great, right? Not backing away now, are you daddy?"

Putting the bulbous head of my father's thick, 8-inch cock against my lips, he responded by putting his hands on the back of my head and slowly forcing me down on his cock. While he groaned in pleasure as he tenderly fucked his own daughter's face, I used my hands to massage his balls. He was right, there was a lot of delicious daddycum in there.

"Oh, honey, your mouth feels like heaven!"

He released his grip on my head, and I proceeded to use my tongue, mouth and hands to make daddy feel the ultimate pleasure of having his daughter suck his cock.

"Oh, hon! Keep it up and you'll get a mouthful!"

I slapped his cock playfully, one hand on his balls, the other tugging daddy's cock.

"Daddy! Don't you know where daddycum goes?"

He looked at me with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Daughtercunt! Daddy's cum belong in his daughter's cunt!"

I stuck a hand down my pants and rubbed my wet pussy, the other still rubbing his massive balls.

"I wanna feel daddy's huge load shoot in my pussy!"

He grinned at me.

"Sure, hon...just drop your pants and daddy'll get to work!"

Eagerly shedding my clothes, I lay down on the kitchen table and spread my legs wide, presenting my wet pussy to daddy. He put the fat head of his cock at my entrance and in one slow, teasing movement shoved it in till I could feel his balls against my body.

"Mmmm, daddy...your cock's so nice..."

He started fucking me slowly.

"My daughter's cunt's nice and tight, too, hon...mmm..."

Harder.

"Yeah, daddy? ...Aaahh...you like fucking your own daughter?"

Harder.

"You like...hmm...when your daughterslut wants your cock?"

Harder. 

"You like when your daughter wants a pussy full of daddycum?"

Harder still. I could hear him grunting, he was close.

"Do it, daddy...pump your seed in your daughter...aaah...yes, daddy, please...fill me up...give me all your daddycum...empty those delicious balls in your own...sweet...daughter...YES!"

As I felt the first streams of daddy's seed entering my unprotected pussy, my own pent-up frustration gave way. Loudly and long we came together, daddy shooting a seeming infinite amount of cum deep in his daughter. When he finally stopped, he pulled his long, thick cock, still not soft, out of me and rested it on my belly. My hands reached out and massaged the last drops out of him, his cock soon eager to start again.

"Wow, dad...I think I will be taking papa's lovejuice up my cunt all day!"

He chuckled and rubbed the head against my entrance again. It wasn't long before I was riding daddy's cock hard on my bed, eagerly forcing another load of daddycum up his daughter's willing pussy.

"Hi, I'm calling from PLC Services, is this Sally?"

"Speaking."

"Would you have a moment to listen to our exclusive, limited-time offer?"

"I'm a little busy, right now. My dad's visiting."

"It'll only take a little while, I promise!"

"Yeah, but his cock's such a distraction, I'm just too busy!"

"I...uh...what...?"

"Oooh, yes, daddy! Yes, cum in my pussy again! Fill your sweet daughter up with your cum! Please daddy!"

"I...uh...I'll just take you of our list..." *click*

I looked at my father lying under me, completely spent, his cock finally softening inside me. I lay on top of him, never letting his cock slip out, and mumbled.

"Well, I guess we oughta thank telemarketers for something, at least."

Telemarketing



"Hello?"

"May I speak to Mr. or Mrs. Jergens?"

A telemarketer. Geez, I hate this. They can't even get my name right.

"What is this about?"

"Is this Mr. Jergens?"

"No, this is Mr. Jordan. What do you want?"

"Mr. Jergens..."

"Jordan. Jordan!!" Ah, who cares?

"Mr. Jordan, I'm with Southwick Consulting and we're talking to people in your neighborhood about..."

"What are you selling?"

"I'm not selling anything. I'm merely making a courtesy call to determine..."

"Bullshit! Look, I'm sick and tired of you people interrupting my dinner."

[Click]

It's getting impossible to sit down to dinner without ...[Ring] ...Shit!

"Hello?"

"Mr. Jordan? I'm Cindy Baker from American Surveys..."

OK, that's enough.

"Hey, baby. What are you wearing?"

"What!?"

"I said, what are you wearing?"

[Click]

Heh heh. That was fast. I'll have to remember that one.

[Ring]

"Hello?"

"I should report you. I didn't call to hear obscenities."

"And I didn't answer to get a sales pitch. We're even."

[Click]

[Ring] 

I should just let it ring...no, I can't. Damn why didn't I get Caller ID?

"Hello?"

"Who do you think you are? This job is tough enough."

"Get another job that doesn't involve interrupting my dinner. Are you wearing a bra?"

"You're a jerk!"

[Click]

Maybe she's right. But right now, I'm just hungry... [Ring]...not again...

"Hello?"

"I just think you could be more courteous..."

"OK, how about this? PLEASE tell me what color your panties are."

"Damn you!"

[Click]

I probably should just go out to dinner...[Ring]...here we go again.

"Hello?"

"They're blue."

"What?"

"My panties...they're blue."

[Click]

Uh oh...didn't expect that.

[Ring]

"Hello?"

"Uh...it's me, Cindy. 

"Cindy who?"

"Cindy from yesterday. Blue panties, remember? I...I don't know what to say or what to do..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I never had an obscene phone call before."

"Oh...well I never made one before, but let's try. Now don't freak...what are you wearing today?"

"OK, I'm wearing pink. Pink panties and a matching bra."

"That's promising. Uh...why don't you trace the bra with your fingers and describe what you find."

"OK...no, I can't do this."

[Click]

What the hell. At least she's not trying to sell me something.

[Ring]

"Hello?"

"I'm wearing a pink bra. It hooks in the front. I'll unhook it. My breasts fall a little to the side. When I look down, I can see my nipples peeking out. 

"Jesus, Cindy...that was..."

"Was that OK? OH God, now I'm embarrassed."

[Click]

[Ring]

"Hello?" God I hope it's...

"I was too embarrassed to go on last night. I'm sorry I hung up on you."

"That's OK. It was great. I thought about you all night. What are you wearing tonight?"

"Red panties. And heels."

"That's all?"

"And a smile."

"Me too. Big smile."

"I bought the red panties for you. They're cut high on the sides and very sheer. I can see my dark hair through them especially since they're getting a little wet."

"More..."

"When I touch myself, the fabric is so silky it's like I'm not wearing anything.

"Oh God..."

"They're very damp now...soaked actually. I wish you could see how excited I am...maybe later."

[Click]

NO WAIT! Damn. 

[Ring]

"Hello, this is Rick. Wait for the beep. You know the drill."

"It's me, Cindy. I was going to do more for you. I bought another outfit? Where are you? Call me."

[Click]

Rats! I missed her and I don't have her number. Oh well. She's into this now. She'll call back.

[Ring]

"Hello?

"I called earlier. Where were you?"

"I went out to dinner."

"Really? You never take me anywhere."

"Well, we've never met. We've only had a little phone sex."

"I knew it. You're just interested in the sex."

[Click]

What the hell was that about?

[Ring]

"Hello?"

"I left you another message last night. I figured you'd be out again as usual. You're avoiding me, aren't you?"

"Look...don't call me anymore. It was fun. Now it's not."

"You're still very rude. It's no wonder you're alone."

"I'm not alone. I have a girlfriend."

"I knew you were cheating on me. It's just like you."

"I'm not cheating on you. I don't even know you."

"Don't call me ever again."

"I don't have your number!"

"You have an answer for everything."

[Click]

That's the last time I date a telemarketer. Jesus, we never dated...now she has me doing it. I'll fix this...

"Pacific Bell, this is Arlene. May I help you?"

"Yes, I need to change my telephone number.

"I can help you with that."

It took minutes to fix a weird week. 

"Anything else I can do for you, Mr. Jordan?"

"Yeah, I was wondering what color...uh...never mind...thanks."

[Click] 



Telemarketing Turnabout



"Blue! Twenty-three!" I barked, and turned my head to the left. There was no receiver on the left side of the formation, so this was just for effect. "Blue! Twenty-three! Set! Hut, hut!" 

The centre, Mike, snapped me the ball. We were in the shotgun, so I was able to watch Dave out of the corner of my eye, as he put a move on his defender. I plucked the ball out of the air, and back peddled a few steps. Mike was keeping the rusher at bay, and Dave had a step on the defender. 

That's about when Mike stumbled, and the rusher came free. He was almost on me when I sidestepped him, and unloaded a perfect, arching spiral downfield, just like I had in high school, eight years ago. Dave was racing away, nearly wide open, and the ball was on the way. 

"Look for the ball, Dave," I muttered. He didn't, at least, not until it was on him. 

He finally turned, and the ball hit him right in the middle... of his forehead! From fifty yards away, I drilled him in the head, and the pass fell incomplete. Oh, and he fell too, like he was hit with a brick. I thought I had killed him. 

I ran over, and he was laughing, as was the defender, and Mike, and everyone who was watching. I joined in when I realized he would live, but it spelled the end of the game, as once we started laughing, none of us could stop. 

"That's what I call accuracy!" Dave laughed, rubbing the red welt between his eyes. 

The guys wanted to hit the local bar, but I'd had enough fun for now, so I begged off and headed home. 

As I walked in the front door, the phone rang, and I scooped it up. "Hello?" 

It was a telemarketer, for a local business. I might normally have just hung up, but there was something about the woman's voice that made me stick around. She positively oozed sexuality, which was really out of place for a furnace cleaning company, unless they were branching out to include other sources of 'heat'. I let her complete her script, then explained that my landlord took care of that stuff. She thanked me for my time, and was just about to say goodbye, when something in my gut made me speak up. 

"Excuse me, ma'am... Before you go, may I say something?" 

"Certainly," she replied, sweetly. 

"I just wanted to say that you have the sexiest voice I've ever heard. I hope you don't mind me saying that." 

There was a pause before she finally responded. "Why, thank you for the compliment. Most people just say 'no' and hang up rudely. "

"I know that you're just doing your job, and I wouldn't do that," I lied, leaving out the part about her voice being the only thing that had kept me on the line. "May I ask you one more thing?" 

"You're not going to ask me out, are you?" she laughed. 

"Well, actually... Yes, I was. I mean, I am. I meant what I said about your voice. I would like to meet you," I said, truthfully. 

"You don't know anything about me. I could be married, you know?" 

"If you are, then I apologize," I offered. "Are you?" 

Another pause. "No, I'm not." 

I laughed. "Well, now you must meet with me, to make up for trying to mislead me!" 

"Okay, okay, okay! Just let me chew on it for a while. I have your number... I will get back to you. Good night." She hung up. 

Well, it was worth a shot, I thought. I didn't expect to hear from her again. 

As it turns out, I only had to wait about an hour. The phone rang again, and it was her. 

"Okay, Friday night, 8 o'clock, Casey's Pub," she whispered in her sexy tone. 

"And how will I know you?" I asked. 

"I'll be the tall redhead waiting outside the front door. Don't be late. At 8:05, I'm gone, and you'll never hear from me again." 

"I won't be late. One more question? What is your name?" 

"Rebecca, but you can call me Becca. 'Til Friday." 

I hung up, and my head started to spin. That voice, and a redhead, too? Wow! I wondered how I would survive the two days until then. 

Somehow, I did survive, and Friday night arrived. I wasn't taking any chances on being late, so I sat in my car after arriving twenty minutes early. It also let me watch for her. 

The clock said 7:57, and no one was waiting outside. Then the door opened, and she stepped out. She had been inside, but came out at the time she had promised. 

Also true to her word was her description. She was tall, and she was a redhead. She left out the part about being pretty, curvy, and stacked. She looked like she was in her early thirties, maybe younger, so my interest was piqued. She was wearing tight jeans, and a black cowl neck sweater. A matching denim vest hugged her midriff, but couldn't be buttoned all the way due to her bountiful chest. 

I hopped out of the car, and hustled over to the entrance. She had her back to me. 

"Nice to meet you, Becca," I said quietly. Hearing her name, she turned. 

Her eyes met mine, and she gave me a quick 'once over', before she smiled. She took my hand. Hers was soft, and warm. That's when her smile faded. 

"I had no idea you were so young. I think you should go home now. Thanks for asking me, but I don't see much point in continuing," she purred. 

"I'm sorry to hear you say that," I began, "You have a reason, of course?" 

She laughed. "Yes, I do. I'm old enough to be your mother!" 

"I seriously doubt that, but even if it is true, the fact remains; you are NOT my mother. You are just a very beautiful woman, whom I would very much like to get to know better." I paused. "Is age your only reason? " 

She was still staring at me, and holding my hand, trying to digest my 'beautiful woman' compliment. She finally opened up.

"Look, my ex-husband left me for a younger woman, and I don't know if I'm ready for anything this... 'complicated'... and I don't even know why I said yes when you asked me, and... "

I held up my free hand. "May I make an observation?" I asked. She nodded. "Your ex-husband is a jackass. Any man who would give up a woman like you is an idiot, in my opinion." I thought some more, then added, "I don't know if there is anything between us, but consider this: why don't we just go inside, have a drink and talk. If there is going to be any future, then it has to come out sometime. If not, consider my shoulder available to cry on. Either way, I'd just like to spend some time with you."

Her mouth opened, and nothing came out. After a few more seconds, she just smiled, and nodded. 

"I think I'd like that too," she whispered. 

We went in, and took a place in a booth. As good as she looked from afar, she was even nicer up close. Her eyes, dark brown in colour, sparkled, and her smile lit up spontaneously as we talked. She had a very pretty face, with a smattering of freckles across her high cheekbones and cute nose. Dark red hair, with flaming highlights, fell in flattering waves around her face, reaching almost to the middle of her back. Her sexy, slightly smoky voice was even better in person. Mostly, I listened as she unloaded her baggage and tried to justify her age issues. 

Her husband had left her for a younger woman, about a year ago, and the divorce was finalized in the last few months. She didn't understand it. She thought they were happy for the last twenty-five years, but as soon as the kids were gone, so was he. Naturally, she felt it was her fault. I did the math. Twenty-five years of marriage probably put her in her mid-forties, at least. I was stunned, as even up close, she looked at least fifteen years younger. She was gorgeous, and built. I couldn't help noticing her chest, mostly because she had a habit of resting it on the edge of the table. All of these factors combined to confirm my initial impression of her husband. Foolish man. 

"Becca, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. Your ex did what he did for his own reasons, and whether you believe it or not, those reasons had little to do with you. Oh, sure, his excuse is that you did this, or didn't do that... but that's just the blame game. The truth is probably something else, that even he didn't know exactly. He just felt he needed to. That doesn't make it your fault. He just didn't know how good he had it. " I said, hoping it would help. 

She leaned forward, and looked like she was going to say something serious, but finally just blurted "Bathroom. Back in a sec." 

I waited for her to return, and the longer it took, the more I was sure she had ditched me, unhappy about my 'advice'. After all, she really was almost old enough to be my mother. Who was I to give her advice? Suddenly, she was back, and rather than taking her seat opposite, she slid in beside me. She saw the mild surprise on my face. 

"Well, if I'm going to cry on your shoulder, I can't very well do it from over there, can I?" She took my arm, and snuggled against me. "So keep talking. Tell me again about what an asshole my husband was, and how beautiful you think I am!" 

I guess my words had made it through. I turned to look at her, pressed softly against my arm, and she looked back, her eyes sparkling brightly. She really was beautiful, and as I gazed at her, she leaned forward slowly, and kissed me softly. It was delicious, but before I could reciprocate, she pulled back. 

"I'm sorry," she giggled, "I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me!" 

"Do you hear me complaining? It was nice. Feel free to do it again!" 

She began to slide out of the booth. "Dance with me?" 

I followed, and seconds later, she was cuddling in my arms while we swayed gently on the dance floor. We were the only ones out there, but I put aside the uncomfortable feeling, because she felt so good. Her head rested on my shoulder, and her body pressed into me. I could feel the soft swell of her large breasts, and it was having a predictable effect on me. I had my hands at her waist, and could feel how firm her midsection was. When one hand wandered a little lower, I made a similar discovery about her ass. It was while my hand was stroking her rump that she tipped her head back, and looked at me with those lovely eyes. 

I wasn't going to wait for her, this time. I bent in and kissed her, and she immediately kissed back. We pecked at each other for a minute or so, before she parted her lips and teasingly snaked her tongue across my lips. I opened up and captured the little intruder, leaving us locked in an increasingly passionate french kiss in the middle of the empty dance floor. She wiggled her hips, and I knew she was feeling the hard bulge of my cock against her. She finally pulled back. 

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but, please take me home," she purred in her perpetual bedroom voice, which was totally appropriate at this point. "I live close." 

True to her word, again, we were at her front door ten minutes of walking later. Actually, it was more like four minutes of walking, and six minutes of intense making out, during which I got my first quick feel of her breasts, when I dragged my hands forward from around her back. Her globes were full enough that they were wider than her ribcage, so I palmed the sides of each breast as I passed. 

She unlocked the door, and I followed her into her living room. Her lips were on me again virtually as soon as the door was closed, and I took her in my arms, holding her tight. Now that we had some privacy, her kisses were accompanied by quiet moans of passion. 

"Mmmm.... mmmm..... Oh, my.... we'd better pace ourselves. After all, we have all night," she purred, patting me on the chest. She turned out of my grasp, and walked slowly toward the kitchen. "Can I offer you anything? We never ate at the pub. I could throw something in the oven? Maybe some wings?" 

She was right, we did have all night. If she wanted to do the hostess thing, I could live with that. "Thanks, Becca. Wings sound great." 

I took a seat at the small kitchen table and watched her. When I first saw her outside the pub, it was dark, so I just got the general parameters of her body. Inside the pub, the lighting wasn't much better, but I had been able to get a more complete impression of her face, at least. Now, in her well lit kitchen, I got the whole picture. 

She had her back to me, so I could feast my eyes on her ass, and it was something to see. Nicely curved, classically heart shaped, and obviously quite toned, I had felt it briefly while we danced. It flowed down into what appeared to be very nice legs, and up into a very sexy back.

She offered me a cup of coffee, which I declined, grabbed one herself and sat down opposite me, peeking over the rim at me while she sipped. She really was pretty, and it took some careful observation to discern a few small creases around her eyes, the only hints to her age. She was resting her considerable chest on the table edge again, and I was treated to a teasing hint of cleavage, visible in the open cowl neck of her sweater. She saw me peeking and smiled, before standing. She leaned over a little more than might have been necessary as she stood, giving me a little better view of her sexy boobs. It was clearly a tease. 

She walked over to the sink to clean her coffee cup, and I was only a second or two behind her. I pressed against her from behind, my hands on her hips, and kissed her on the side of the neck. She moaned softly and braced herself. I pulled her long hair aside and repeated the process, adding a few nibbles to the kiss, and wrapping one arm around her waist. Her head lolled back, giving me even greater access to her neck. 

"Mmmm..... Oh yes..... Oh, I like that," she whispered. I pressed harder against her ass, bringing my free hand up under her breast. The fullness of it filled my palm. "Oh, God!" she groaned, wiggling her ass back against my crotch. I continued to ravage her neck, now holding both breasts in my hands. Her moans were becoming more passionate and urgent. While I gently fondled one of her large breasts, the other hand was busy undoing the metal buttons that held her vest closed, and finally succeeded in dispatching them. Now I could feel her breasts better through the soft knit fabric of her sweater. 

"Mmmm yes...... Your hands feel so good on my tits." I nibbled on her neck again. "Ooooooo, and that feels good, too." She moved sideways and spun around, taking my face in her hands and kissing me softly. After a few more kisses, she released my face and pulled herself up onto the counter. "Come here," she asked, beckoning me with her finger. 

I stepped in front of her, and she hooked her heels behind me, pulling me closer. She took my hands in hers, and placed one on each of her magnificent breasts. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers, plunging her tongue into my mouth. Becca was getting pretty heated up, and was making noises of approval while I mauled her tits. 

The timer bell from the oven made both of us jump. Becca laughed, patting me on the shoulder. "I guess it's time for chicken wings," she giggled. I gave her breasts a few parting caresses, then helped her down off the counter. 

It took all my willpower not to grab her ass as she removed the food from the oven, but I held off. She plated the wings, and we sat like two very anxious, very horny, civilized people, eating as fast as we could so that we could pick up where we left off. The kitchen was silent, other than the sound of wing sauce being licked off fingertips, when Becca looked at me in a way that made me shiver. She reached out, took my hand, and guided my sauce slicked fingers to her mouth, eagerly sucking the sweet, gooey fluids off. Before long, my fingers were clean, but she continued to swirl her tongue around them suggestively. One thing is sure, that suggestion was being received loud and clear by my dick, which was trying to find a way out of my pants. 

Becca stood, moved the plates to the counter, and slid the table aside on her return. She knelt, and began to unbuckle my belt. Her hand cupped the bulge in my crotch. I raised my hips, allowing her to tug my pants down out of the way. 

My erection sprung straight out into her face, and she gasped. She took it in her hands, and gently caressed my hard, hot flesh. I am about 6'4" tall, weigh about 220, and my dick is proportioned likewise. She could just reach around it with one hand. "This thing would make two of my ex! My goodness.... It'll definitely scrape the sides, and probably touch bottom, too! " She smiled at me while she continued to stroke me with her hand." I, um, don't have a lot of... uh.... 'oral' experience. I wasn't that active before my ex and I were married. I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't a slut either. He had a hangup about oral sex, both giving and receiving, so I haven't really.... "

"No apologies are necessary. You don't need to do anything you don't want to," I offered, but she had other ideas. 

"Oh, no... I definitely want to. I want to suck the cum out of your cock! I want you to squirt it down my throat! I have been watching a lot of porn. I had no idea how hot cocksucking was, and how excited it gets me. Since I wasn't getting laid, I had to, um, you know... take matters into my own hands."

"Now that's something I would love to see. I don't suppose you would give me a private per... form... ance?" I gasped. 

"Mmmfff nrrbtt," she replied, having inhaled my cock while I was talking. I'm not sure if that was a 'yes', or a 'no', but it was a moot point. Her lips were sliding down, claiming my cock millimetre by millimetre. God, it felt so good. I felt the head touch the back of her throat, and she moaned. One hand was busy caressing my balls, while the other was stroking the length that was too much for her pretty mouth. She started to bob her head in a complex motion that included a twisting hand action each time she withdrew, spreading her slick saliva along the shaft. Her moans of excitement added a further level of stimulation, sending vibrations up my spine. For someone who professed a lack of experience, she gave one hell of a blowjob. I guess you really can learn something from porn. 

"That feels so good, Becca. You're going to make me cum!" She let out a soft moan of delight, and pumped faster. "Oh, you like that, do you? You want me to cum in your mouth?" She moaned something that conveyed the affirmative. I gently placed one hand on top of her head, running my fingers through her lovely hair, before pulling her head closer. I was close, and my hips started an involuntary pistoning action, fucking her tightly stretched mouth. She put her hands on my thighs, and let me use her for my pleasure, which wouldn't take long to achieve. 

The last few strokes were a bit funky, really more like spastic twitches, but culminated with a forceful jet of semen basting her tonsils. Becca swallowed dutifully, amidst making yummy noises, while tracing her nails across my butt cheeks in a tickling manner. She eagerly extracted every drop I could produce, sucking me dry. 

Becca sat back on her haunches, licking her lips and smiling up at me. I raised a finger, regaining my breath before commenting on her performance. When I could, I croaked out a positive review. 

"That was fantastic, Becca! I can't believe your husband didn't want you to do that! If it were me, I would welcome it, as often as you wished to offer your services."

Her smile got wider, and she marked a 'one' on her invisible scoreboard with her finger. I helped her back to her feet, and wrapped my arms around her. When I kissed her, I tasted a little of my salty spunk, but I held the kiss. I needed her to know that I was different than her husband, to show her that it was his attitude that had resulted in his actions. 

I pulled her sweater free of her jeans, and lifted it off over her head. When her breasts came into view, I was awestruck. They were round, full and firm, standing prominently out from her chest. Freckles dotted the swelling upper curves, disappearing into the welcoming crease of her cleavage. Her bra, lacey, semi transparent and black in colour, was actually quite brief given the job it was tasked with. She pulled me close again, kissing me with renewed passion. She felt wonderful, so smooth and warm, but there was one item of clothing still in the way. I made a typically pathetic attempt to dispatch her bra, before she took pity on me and did it herself. She held it in place with her arms for a moment, backing away a couple of steps. Once she was clear, she dropped her arms. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 02



This is the second chapter in this series. If you haven't read the first one, I suggest you do, to catch up on how Becca entered 'my' life. I hope you enjoy this installment, and as always welcome your feedback. Let me know what you like, and what you don't.

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It had been three weeks since Becca asked me to move in with her. Without a doubt, agreeing to do so had been the best decision of my life. She had quickly put me to work around the house, and she had an extensive 'honeydo' list, but the 'pay' was great, so I was more than happy to help. 

One of my first projects was overseeing repairs to the backyard pool and deck, which had been out of use for about a year. Really, I did virtually nothing myself, but Becca didn't trust the contractor to give her a fair price, as a single woman, so my input was mostly time and supervision. And once the pool was fixed, we had another place to have sex! 

With the deck fixed, Becca took full advantage, and I came home several times to find her in the backyard, sunbathing au natural, or in a string bikini so brief she may as well have been. I gotta tell you, despite her impending 46th birthday and drivers license to match, I still had a hard time believing my darling Becca was that old, especially when she had her string bikini on. She usually didn't have it on for long around me. 

That birthday I mentioned was going to be big for me, too, as it would be my first time meeting Becca's kids, neither of whom had the faintest idea that their mother was involved with another man after the divorce, let alone a man closer to their age than hers. We hadn't met, but she had filled me in on all the details of her children. 

Elizabeth, or Lizzie, was the oldest at 25. Yes, that's right, she was 1 year younger than me. She was in medical school, and took after her Mother in looks and attitude. Clayton, or Clay, was 22, and in college with an as yet undetermined major. He took after dad. That could be a bigger problem than Lizzie's age. Still, there was no use fretting over it until the time came. 

In the meantime, Becca and I made the best of our non-wedded co-habitation, making love in every room of the house. Also the backyard, the pool, the hot tub, the garden shed... the hammock under the big tree... You get the idea. We were like rabbits. Very happy rabbits. 

The party was going to be Saturday afternoon, with the kids arriving that morning. That was the plan, but that's not quite the way it unfolded. 

Friday afternoon, I arrived home after a long day of driving around, running errands and getting supplies, food, drinks, etc. for Becca's party. Even though 46 is not usually a milestone birthday, being the first of her new, post divorce life, and her first with me, she wanted a bigger celebration, despite the very limited guest list. I thought about getting a 'bouncy castle' as a joke, but knew we would just end up using it for sex. 

It was a very warm day, and by the time I had unloaded all the stuff from the SUV, I was hot and sweaty. I sent a text to Becca, letting her know that I was back home safely, and went to the bedroom to get undressed. A quick dip in the pool seemed like a really good way to cool off, so I grabbed a towel and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. I was alone, so clothing was optional, and I had opted for none. 

I rounded the corner from the hallway into the living room, and ran head on into... Lizzie! At least, I assumed it was Lizzie, as she looked like she could be Becca's younger twin sister, if twins could be different ages. She had the same cheekbones, nose, and cute freckles, although her eyes were more hazel-coloured. She had her earphones in and ipod playing, so that explains why she didn't hear ME, but SHE wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow. 

I wasn't prepared for contact, so when we literally crashed into each other, we bounced off and tumbled to the floor a few feet apart. 

Lizzie screamed. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY MOTHER'S HOUSE?... AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY MOTHER'S HOUSE... NAKED?!"

Oh yeah. Naked. Great way to meet someone for the first time, especially someone who might have another reason to dislike you. When I fell, my towel went... somewhere else. I didn't see it anywhere. 

Lizzie's eyes were wild and angry looking, but that didn't stop them from giving me the once over, twenty-nine times. Trying to cover myself now seemed a bit 'too little, too late', but I gave it a shot anyway. She was still glaring at me as she stood. 

"WELL? ARE YOU GOING TO SAY SOMETHING, OR SHOULD I JUST CALL THE POLICE?" 

I couldn't help noticing that Lizzie also had her Mother's tits, as well as her nose and hair. She was wearing a bikini, having been sunning in the backyard, and while her suit was nowhere near as revealing as the ones her mother had been wearing lately, there was no way to hide her breasts, which looked quite comparable to Becca's F cup beauties. 

I turned a little, placing my back against the wall of the hallway, which freed one hand to hold up. The other one was still trying to hide my dick. 

"Hello, Lizzie... " I began, trying to sound calm. She wasn't calm. 

"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" she screamed. 

"I'd be happy to explain everything. As you can clearly see, I have nothing to hide." 

Her eyes softened noticeably, and a very brief smile tickled the corner of her lips. She turned, and grabbed my towel off the floor behind her. She tossed it to me. 

"Ah, that's where it went," I laughed. "Thank you, Lizzie." She was still looking at me. "I know you've already seen everything, but could I ask you to turn around?" Reluctantly, she did, and I quickly stood and wrapped the towel around my waist. "Okay, Lizzie... I'm decent." 

She turned to face me. I guess the initial shock of crashing into a naked man unexpectedly in her Mother's house had begun to wear off. 

"Okay, so you know who I am. That means you know my Mother. You're a friend of my Mother?" she asked. 

"A friend. Yes," I responded carefully. "So, how's med school?" I added, trying to deflect the conversation. 

"You live in the neighborhood, nearby?" she continued, ignoring my attempt to steer things down a less dangerous path. 

"Near. Yes. In the neighborhood. You're here early for the party, aren't you?" Please stop. 

"You're coming to the party?" she smiled, took a step closer, and tossed her hair. 

Oh shit. I saw that. Play it cool. "The party. Yes. Does your Mother know you're here early?" 

"No, I thought I'd surprise her, " she replied. 

"You sure surprised me," I laughed. So did she. 

"You'd better get dressed and get out of here before she gets home. I don't want her thinking there's anything going on, here. Where are your clothes, anyway?" She was definitely flirting with me. Yet another complication I didn't need. 

"Um, yeah, they're in the bedroom, down the hall." Before I could do anything to stop her, Lizzie walked past me, checking bedrooms as she went. She reached the end of the hall, and turned back. 

"Where? I don't see them." 

The point of reckoning had arrived, a day earlier than expected, and without Becca for backup. Oh, well... here goes nothing. "They're in the... um... the... they are in the hamper." 

I watched her face as she put two and two together. If it hadn't been so terrifying, it might have been funny. Her eyes flew open, and one hand flew to her mouth in surprise. "Oh, my!" she gasped, and pushed past me again, nearly dislodging my towel as she ran out into the backyard. 

Well, the cat had truly been set free from the bag, now. No point in making things worse by being half naked. I grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt from the drawer, put them on, and went to find her. 

As I reached the living room area, the front door opened, and Becca came in, smiling her usual smile. 

"Hey baby," she said, dropping her keys on the counter and swinging her hips sexily as she approached me. Before I could stop her, her lips were on mine, and her tongue was doing a few exploratory laps of my mouth. 

"MOTHER!" came the shriek from behind us. 

Becca was understandably startled. She looked over my shoulder to where Lizzie was standing in the doorway to the backyard, then back at me, shock clearly evident on her face. 

"I was going to tell you, but you're too fast on the kiss," I whispered. "At least you're not naked." She looked puzzled. "I'll fill you in later. For now, suffice it to say, Lizzie and I have met, and she knows about 'us'. She came home early to surprise you. Are you surprised?" 

"Um... Yes. That's an understatement." She took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll go talk to her. It's probably best if you stay out of it for now." 

"Gladly," I replied. "I'll start dinner." 

"Good idea." She smiled. "Wish me luck... " 

"Always, my darling," I said, kissing her softly. She walked out into the yard. 

I retreated to the safety of the kitchen, rummaging through the freezer for something the three of us might like. I finally settled on smoked salmon, crackers, shrimp cocktail... that sort of thing. I didn't hear any screaming, so I assumed things were going okay outside. I decided to take refuge in the bedroom, and watch TV for a while. It was meant to distract me, but didn't really do the trick. It had been about half an hour, and I needed to know. 

I peeked cautiously out the sliding glass doors into the backyard. Lizzie had her back to me, sitting at the poolside table. Becca was facing the door, and saw me. She gave me a very subtle nod, letting me know everything was fine. I took a breath, and went to join them. 

"Do you mind if I sit," I asked. 

"Not at all," Lizzie replied, "and I want to apologize for earlier. Whether I knew it or not, you live here now, too, so I had no right to... you know. Sorry I surprised you." 

"It's alright. No harm, no foul," I nodded. 

"Nice dick, though," she laughed, sipping her drink. 

"Lizzie!" Becca snorted. I almost choked. 

"Well, it's true, isn't it? I mean, really Mom, I am almost a doctor. I just call 'em the way I see 'em... and the way I saw it... well... there you go. Nice dick!" Lizzie raised her glass, and winked at me. 

Holy shit! The earlier flirting was maybe understandable, but now she knows that I'm involved with her Mother, and she's still at it. Life just got much more complicated. 

"So, Mom, just how big is it, anyway?" Jeez, she doesn't give up, does she? 

Becca wasn't taking the bait, but her blush was answer enough for Lizzie. 

"That big, huh?" she played, looking back at me. "Really?" 

"Alright, Lizzie. That's enough," Becca chimed in, putting an end to things, thankfully. 

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed without incident. We ate dinner, Becca got Lizzie set up in her old room with linens and the like, and I made myself scarce, hiding in the bedroom, watching TV. Becca joined me soon enough. 

I filled in any blanks that she had about Lizzie and I 'meeting' earlier. She found a few of the revelations humorous, but tried to control herself. After a little more conversation, Becca decided she'd rather make out than talk. She was still wearing her office clothes; mint green silk blouse, and black skirt. Stockings had replaced pantyhose shortly after our first night, and now there was a thong covering her freshly shaven pussy most days. 

We were engaged in some spirited tonsil hockey, and my hands were busy fondling her slippery, silk covered breasts, and her firm butt. She was moaning quietly, and stroking my hair. She rolled on top of me, hitching her skirt up so she could spread her legs further. Seconds later, she sat up, straddling me. She reached into my shorts, freed my stiff cock, and gave it a couple of preparatory licks, before moving up to hover over my crotch. She pulled her thong aside, and dropped her pussy onto my dick. She was drenched, so it slipped all the way in easily. 

"Ooooooo fuck, yes... it really is that big, Lizzie... and it's mine," she groaned, kissing me hard. I started to unbutton her blouse, while she worked on the cuffs. It came off shortly after. She reached behind her back, and the bra fell away next. As soon as her fabulous breasts were bare, I latched on to one of her thick, erect nipples and began to suckle feverishly. She started to rise and fall, her pussy clutching my cock in a wet embrace. 

"Oh god, baby... Yes!... Suck my tits while I ride this big cock! Oh!... Oh!... Oh!" She was getting a little louder. 

A voice wafted in from the hallway, behind the closed door. "I can hear you, Mother," Lizzie said quietly. 

"I'm sorry, honey. I'll try to keep quiet... but you said it yourself... it's such a nice, big, hard cock!... He makes me cum so good, sometimes I can't help myself!"

"Is this normal mother-daughter talk for you two?" I whispered, certain I had entered the Twilight Zone. The hallway was quiet. Becca giggled, and started to bounce more energetically. I re-attached my lips to her breast. For about a minute or two, she managed to keep her audible emanations to a minimum, but I knew it couldn't last. It didn't. 

"Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh fuck... Oh fuck!... Oh yes, your fucking cock feel so good all the way up my cunt!... " Her volume slowly ramped up, then she caught herself. "Shit! I'm getting loud again... " she hissed, then lifted off me. She rolled over, removed her thong, and positioned herself with her butt high in the air. She buried her head in the pillow, and screamed. Satisfied that it would mute her cries, she wiggled her ass and peeked over her shoulder at me. "Okay... Fuck me like you mean it!" 

Her skirt was still up around her waist, giving me a handhold for leverage. The room filled with a rhythmic 'slap, slap, slap' as I pounded deep into her pussy. Becca was shrieking, but the pillow was doing a pretty good job of absorbing the sound. 

I heard something in the hallway, and slowed my pace. When I did, Becca heard it too. It was Lizzie, and she was worth listening to. 

"Oh god... Oh god... Oh god... Oh yes! Yes! YES! YESSSSS! AHHHHHHHHHNNN!" 

Hearing her daughter cum, masturbating while listening to us, tripped Becca's switch. Her head came up, out of the pillow, and she screamed. "Fuck me... Fuck me, hard!" I complied, and soon both women were screeching through orgasms, and I was grunting and growling as I sprayed my cum deep inside Becca's twitching pussy. 

A few seconds later, we heard a quiet, slightly shaky "goodnight" from the hallway. 

"Goodnight, Lizzie," I replied. Becca was crumpled in a pile, her face and chest down in the pillows, and her ass still up a bit. Her ravaged pussy was gaping open, and cum was starting to ooze out of it. She was too wrecked to speak, but she did wave, not that Lizzie would ever know. 

Becca and I helped each other into the ensuite bathroom, and cleaned up with a tandem shower, which quickly went from sanitation activity to a hot, wet, petting and kissing session. Somehow, the erotic situation managed to coax my dick to harden for another round, and soon Becca's pussy was stuffed full again, while the warm water cascaded over us. I had her leg over my arm, pinning her in the corner, up against the tile wall. She had developed a fondness for this position, ever since our halftime rendezvous at the football game, and told me it really did a number on her large, prominent clit. Personally, I liked the way her big tits moved, especially the wet, slippery look and feel of them against my chest. 

Her voice was a bit hoarse, but that didn't stop Becca from hooting and hollering her enjoyment. I reminded her that Lizzie could probably hear us. 

"I don't care. We're all adults here, and this is our house," she said evenly, kissing me while I gently probed the depths of her cunt with my hard cock. "Let her use her fingers, again!" Another kiss. "Please make me cum, baby. I Love your cock inside me," she begged. 

I kept slowly stroking into her, grinding on her clit. She started to vocalize. "Oh yeah, that's it, baby... " I had an idea, a somewhat dangerous idea, that I thought might really get her off. 

"Tell her what I'm doing, darling. Tell her what you're feeling." 

Becca's eyes opened wider, and for a second, I thought I had crossed the line, but then her eyes closed and she smiled. 

"Your cock feels so good in my pussy... Oh... Oh yes, grind my clit... Yes!... Yes!... Oh yes, fuck me harder, baby!... " 

I leaned closer to her ear and whispered. "That's it. You bad girl. You like knowing that someone else knows, don't you?" 

She gasped, and her breathing suddenly ramped up. I must have hit the right button. 

"Oh fuck... Oh... Yes!... God... Fuck me!... Fuck... I am... so... fucking wet!... Your cock... So... good!... Uhnn!... UHNN!... AHHHHNNNNNN!... " 

Now for the final push. "Think of your daughter, listening to us making love. Think of her playing with herself, her fingers in her pussy, and on her clit... making herself cum again, listening to you scream. Your little girl, listening to you cumming."  

Mission accomplished. Becca's eyes flew open wildly, and she went off like a firecracker. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHAHHHHHNN! OH FUCK!... FUCK YES!... I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!" she screeched, throwing her head back and shuddering, nearly slipping from my grasp. Her mouth remained open. Nothing further came out, but her orgasm was far from finished. She continued to twitch and spasm, as my dick slipped out, and I held her, easing her down to the floor of the shower. At last, a final shriek of joy escaped her lips, and she wilted, collapsing on her side, and panting sharply. "Oh... my... God," she giggled. 

I turned off the shower, and sat down beside her, lifting her to cradle her in my arms. She was like jello, but conscious, now breathing more normally. I kissed her forehead, and was greeted with a weak smile. 

"You are a very bad girl," I whispered. 

"Mmmm hmmm," she croaked. "Is that a problem?" 

"Never, my love." 

We slept very, very well that night. 

The phone woke us, just before 9am. I almost answered it by reflex, which might have been a disaster. Becca picked it up. It was Clay, with bad news. His flight was cancelled due to bad weather, and he wouldn't be able to make it today. There was some talk about him making it for tomorrow, but she convinced him not to worry. It was 'just' her birthday, and they would get together another time. I listened to the rest of the conversation, which was mostly small talk, and she finally said goodbye. 

"Lizzie?" she yelled. 

"Yes, Mom?" came the distant response, a few seconds before the door opened abruptly. 

"Manners, Lizzie... we might not have been decent!" Becca laughed. We were under the covers, but just barely. I was hiding behind her back, peeking around her shoulder, and she was trying to keep her magnificent breasts from spilling out over the sheet.  

"After what I heard last night, do you really think that's important? Jeez, Mom!" Lizzie was wearing a large t-shirt as a nightgown. It was an old one, a bit thin, and the neck was stretched out, making it drape off her left shoulder, which was bare. I couldn't help noticing a hint of a shadow in the areola area, and a nice bit of jiggle whenever she moved. 

"Well... we heard you too, young lady, so don't play innocent!" Becca admonished. I noticed that Lizzie blushed a little, and her nipples almost immediately perked up, becoming two little tents in her t-shirt. "We can continue this conversation later. I called you to tell you that your brother can't make it here this weekend. Since the 'party' was really just going to be the four of us, maybe we should do something else, instead. Give it some thought. I'll be up in a few minutes to make us all some breakfast." Lizzie nodded and left, pulling the door behind her, but not quite closing it. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 02



"So, what's for breakfast?" I asked, without expectations. 

I may not have had ulterior motives, but Becca did. She arched her eyebrows, licked her lips and pulled back the sheet. My dick was at half mast, and she wasted no time in gobbling it down. She immediately started her patented 'suck, bob, stroke, twist, repeat' action, with its accompanying wet slurping noises. Apparently, she was intent on getting a protein smoothie appetizer before breakfast. 

I was sitting up slightly, leaning back against the headboard, which gave me a view of the large mirror above the dresser, but my eyes were closed, enjoying the incredible sensations Becca was giving me. When I finally opened my eyes, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar, and while my attention was on the small sliver of a gap, I saw movement. Then the gap widened slowly, until it was about 4 inches wide. Now I didn't just see movement ; I could see Lizzie's eyes. The mirror gave her a perfect angle to watch her Mother sucking my cock without abandon. 

I know. I should have told Becca we were being watched. It may not have made any difference, but she had a right to know that her daughter was there. But, the horny guy in me made me keep my mouth shut, finding the thought of an audience even more arousing.

Becca was moaning and slurping away, and it felt fabulous, but my eyes were glued to the gap, where I could now see a rapid, repeating motion, which I assumed was Lizzie's hand on her own clit. That's about when I made eye contact with her, and she disappeared from view. I thought I had scared her away, but I should have known better. She was her Mother's daughter, after all. Not only did she come back, she came back naked, and opened the door wider. Much wider. Like, at least halfway. 

Remember when I said she was her Mother's younger twin? It still stands. She was watching her Mother give me a glorious blowjob, and frigging her own clit furiously. The motion of her left arm transferred to her breasts, jiggling and rippling them wildly. Her tits were nearly as full and round as her Mother's, although her nipples were smaller, lighter in colour and not nearly as thick. Now, her right hand joined the left, with two fingers plunging into her presumably wet pussy. Her breasts were now pressed together more, and bouncing faster. 

Becca was yet to give me that private showing of her masturbation skills, but I felt like I was watching the video replay, as Lizzie sawed and stabbed at her cunt. Her mouth was open in silent agony as she approached orgasm. I was closing in on my own climax, with Becca's mouth working it's magic. I watched Lizzie's eyes, burning with passion. She was no longer watching her Mother's lips on my cock. Her eyes were locked with mine. 

I couldn't take any more stimulus. Becca's mouth combined with Lizzie's frenzied self-pleasuring, and her lusty visage, to push me over the edge. I grabbed Becca's head and held it tight, flooding her mouth with scalding white syrup. I howled loudly, while Lizzie had her own orgasm in virtual silence, shaking and spasming throughout. 

Becca was moaning her own joy as she swallowed my load eagerly, I looked down to see her cheeks hollow with her suction, that demanded every drop of my cum go down her throat. When I looked back in the mirror, the door was closing quietly. She smacked her lips when she released my exhausted dick. 

"Mmmm hmmm! Thank you for the 'amuse bouche', baby! So yummy!" she giggled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Okay, you stay here and rest. I'll let you know when breakfast is ready." She wrapped her naked form in the white satin robe hanging on the back of the door, blew me a kiss, and left for the kitchen. 

I laid there, zonked after the blowjob and voyeur show. My mind was fuzzy, so I don't really know how long it was before there was a knock on the door. 

"Yes?" I answered. 

The door opened slightly. "Are you decent?" came Lizzie's giggling voice, not quite as smoky as her Mother's, but still with sexy undertones. She stepped in and pushed the door closed behind her, still almost wearing the t-shirt as before. "First, Mom says breakfast in five. There, official business out of the way," she whispered stepping closer, until she was right next to the bed. She leaned closer. "Thanks for not busting me earlier. I gotta say, that was one sexy blowjob to watch." 

"Well, you oughta try it from this end," I laughed, immediately wishing I hadn't phrased it quite that way. She leaned over more, allowing the loose shirt to gap wider at the neck. I could clearly see her full melons hanging seductively. I tried to catch my eyes, but it was too late. She was, after all, doing it intentionally, and watching for a response. 

"Do you like my breasts?" she breathed, now kneeling on the bed, and pulling the shirt lower. Her left breast swung free. "Whose breasts do you like more?" 

I may not be a genius, but I knew enough not to answer either of those questions. Becca's voice saved me, wafting in from the kitchen. 

"Lizzie? Come here please." 

"Yes, Mom," she replied, backing off the bed. She stood, left breast still hanging out the neck of her shirt as she backed away, and looked at me intently. It really was a very nice breast. "Nice cock," she smiled, and tucked her boob back in place, heading out the door. 

I sighed, looking down to see the tent in the sheet. My own dick had betrayed me. Here I was trying to play it cool, and he goes and blows my cover. 

Breakfast was delicious, but frustrating. Becca was teasing, allowing her robe to 'accidentally' fall open several times. Her nipples pushed hard against the shiny satin. Of course, her torture was just the 'legal' half, as it was expected that bedmates would flirt. Lizzie, on the other hand, was using unauthorized seduction methods. Like flashing her bare pussy at me when Becca had her back turned, or grazing her stiff nipples through her shirt subtly. The two of them were combining to make me crazy. 

I survived breakfast relatively unscathed, but was still a little sleepy after Becca's attention, so I went back to bed for a little nap. The girls were gabbing away quite happily, so I knew I wouldn't be missed much. 

My dreams were interrupted by the feeling of soft lips on my own. Oh god, I really hope those are Becca's lips, I thought, or I'm going to be in a serious pickle. I cracked one eye open cautiously. Whew! It was my girl. The robe was back hanging on the door, so she was starkers again, smiling down at me. I grabbed her and quickly pulled her onto the bed, rolling on top of her as she giggled gleefully. I kissed her hard and fast, my tongue caressing her lips. I just really wanted to kiss her, and kept going for several minutes. 

"Wow... that was something different," she breathed, when I finally released her and rolled off. Her chest was rising and falling with her aroused breathing. "I was coming in here to tell you that we have decided to go to a movie this afternoon, but now... " 

"A movie sounds great," I said. "What time?" 

"Um... Five, I think. We were just going to get some sun by the pool until then." 

"Naked?" I ventured. If you can't beat 'em, join' em. "I'm in." 

"No, dear, not naked," she laughed, raining on the parade. "Although, I do plan to get as close to naked as possible," she smiled. After a few seconds of rummaging through one of her drawers, she came out with what appeared to be a handful of strings, and disappeared into the bathroom. A minute or so later, she reappeared. 

I whistled. It was red. The bottom half, a thong, pulled up tightly into her camel toe, and I don't think it would have covered the bush of pubic hair she had when we first met. The top was not much bigger, barely concealing her areolas, with a single string bridging the gaping chasm of cleavage she displayed. 

"Is Lizzie ready for that?" I asked, thinking back to the woman who told me about her husband leaving her, and being worried she was too old to be attractive. 

"I'm sure she'll survive it. You like?" she asked, doing a little turn to show me everything. 

"Hell, yes!" I blurted. She nodded, and walked out giving me the full benefit of her firm ass wiggling, gloriously naked other than the thin string that vanished into her sexy crack. I quickly changed into my suit and trailed after her, finding her laid back on a lounge chair beside the pool. I dove straight in, coming up a few feet from her, and noticed she was peeking over her sunglasses in the direction of the house, with a stunned look on her face. I turned to follow her eye line. 

Lizzie had pulled out all the stops. She was wearing a yellow French wrap suit, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. For those who have never seen a French wrap, let me elaborate. A single strip of fabric passes behind the neck, like a halter top, widening as it goes down across the breast, then narrowing again until it meets the strip that did the same across the other breast. Now as a single, joined, narrow strip, it goes down between the legs, up the back like a thong, before splitting again and becoming long strings that wrap back forward and tie around the waist. The effect is a deep 'v' neckline, open all the way down below the navel, a completely bare ass and hip area, and breasts covered only in a vertical stripe over the nipples. I had never seen one on a woman as... 'endowed'... as Lizzie was. 

"Wow!" Becca gasped, "that's some suit you're almost wearing, Sweetheart. A little more fabric and you could have enough for a pair of shoelaces!" 

"I could say the same about yours, Mother. It does look good on you though." She smiled, and turned to where I was hanging onto the side of the pool, praying that the cool water would squelch the erection that was trying to rip out of my bathing suit. "No comments from you?" 

What did she want me to say? "I think your Mother covered it pretty well. Wow!" I replied, then added, "Nice tits, though." 

Becca cracked up, pointing at Lizzie and howling with laughter. Of course, she didn't know about the nude, hallway masturbation show from earlier this morning. 

Lizzie laughed as well. "Touché," she conceded. She took a seat on the lounge next to her Mother, and laid back. 

I was still in the pool, facing them, and the water was losing the battle with my arousal level. From my vantage point, I could see both of their luscious bodies, side by side, and thanks to their extremely revealing attire, virtually naked. If ever there was an opportunity for comparison shopping, this was it. 

I was, of course, quite familiar with Becca's body, having explored it fully. 5 feet 8 inches tall, 135 pounds. 42 - 25 - 36, and those remarkable breasts fit perfectly into a 34F bra. 

Compared to her Mother, Lizzie was an inch or so shorter. Her waist looked maybe a little narrower, but her ass was a magnificent carbon copy. Her breasts were ever so slightly less full, but firmer and more prominent, as you would expect from a woman her age. 

"So, Lizzie, just how big are those breasts, anyway," I laughed, having decided to play her game. 

She raised her head, tipped her sunglasses down, and glared at me, before laying back again. "Wouldn't you like to know!" she giggled. 

"You asked how big his penis was, dear," Becca reminded, "It's only fair he ask about your breasts. Just tell him... don't make him go through your laundry." 

"34... Double D," Lizzie finally replied, reluctantly. I think she was just feigning modesty for her Mother's benefit, having shown me her goodies on a few occasions already. 'Modesty' is obviously a relative term, as the only parts of her body not currently on glorious display in her banana yellow wrap were her nipples, which made their presence known by standing tall, and her pussy, which showed a delicious camel toe. 

I stayed in the pool, leering at the girls on occasion, and managing to keep my dick under control, mostly. The smell of the sun cooking cocoa butter on firm, sexy thighs, flat bellies, and bountiful breasts filled the air. I leaned back against the side of the pool, and tried to sort through my conflicted thoughts. 

I loved Becca, or at least, I thought I loved Becca. Up until yesterday, I would have bet on it. Then Lizzie showed up, and fucked up my well laid plans for a lifetime with her Mother. I really didn't understand why I was so attracted to Lizzie, unless it was just greed, a need to have ALL the tall, busty, redheaded sexpots. Maybe once she went back to school, things would go back to normal. 

Time ticked by, and soon it was time to get ready to go to the movie. Both ladies got up and headed for the shower, while I watched both incredible asses walk away. They really were virtually identical from behind, although Becca's hair was a little longer. As soon as they were out of sight, I extricated myself from the pool, and followed, still sporting a nearly full blown hard-on. 

Becca was in our shower when I made it to the bedroom, and I couldn't resist joining her. I stepped in behind her, and wrapped her in my arms, reaching around to cup her fantastic breasts with my hands. She was silky smooth and slippery from the bodywash she was using to remove the suntan lotion. I kissed her neck. 

"Mmmm. Hello, darling." She turned in my arms, now pressing her soapy tits against my chest, and kissing me deeply. "I'm glad to see you and Lizzie getting along so well," she said quietly between kisses. A bit too well, I thought. "I was worried she might be a problem. She was such a headstrong child." Becca moved sideways a little, and my now rock-hard dick slapped her thigh. She looked down, and smiled. "We did get to you, didn't we? I can't believe what she was wearing. Did you see that suit?" 

"Just barely. I'd like to see you in it, for as long as it took for me to get it off and fuck you senseless," I suggested, grinding tighter against her. 

She giggled, and shook her shoulders, making her breasts jiggle seductively. A lascivious grin from her told me I was in for a treat. She slid her body down mine, dropping into a squat that put my dick within sucking range, which is exactly what she did. A few minutes of oral attention later, she reached up and grabbed the bottle of liquid bodywash, depositing a large dollop of the slippery soap in her cleavage before she wrapped her breasts around my shaft. 

I remember our first night together, when I first saw the little slice of heaven that was her cleavage, and wondered what those magnificent breasts would feel like surrounding my hard cock. Somehow, we had never gotten around to finding out. 

Now I knew. I could not possibly have imagined a sensation so exquisite, so divine... so erotic. Becca was one of those women who have a small flat spot on their chest, between their breasts, rather than a sharp V for cleavage. That flat area provided the perfect foundation for the soft embrace my cock now found itself being lovingly held in. Firm, resilient, yet somehow at the same time soft and silky smooth, I had found another one of Heaven's branch offices. 

She began to slide her tits up and down my length, causing me to groan loudly at the feeling. I leaned back against the wall, and she kept it up. She was pinching her thick nipples as she squashed her boobs together, using them as handles and torturing herself at the same time. Every time she reached the bottom of her stroke, I felt her soft flesh surround my balls, and the head of my cock popped out the top of her cleavage, only to disappear between her pillows as she came up. It was bliss, pure and simple. 

I had a feeling this was going to be a pretty quick finish, given all the naked flesh I had been looking at today. I pushed my hips up, meeting Becca's movements, and together we quickly found a rhythm that had me on the verge of ecstasy within a very short time. I was panting and grunting, transfixed on the sight of her jugs bouncing and rippling each time I ploughed into that heavenly crease. My thighs slapped wetly against her forearms, adding auditory stimulus to the package. I was going to blow, big time. 

The countdown reached zero, and somewhere, deep in the Mission Control of my mind, someone pushed the launch button. I roared, an animalistic scream that began in my toes, and exploded. A fountain of cum shot up, deflecting off the underside of her chin. Subsequent blasts went up her neck, before running back down onto her soapy tits. I bellowed again, and continued to spew, even though her breasts muffled most of the spray. 

Becca looked up at me, smiling at having provided such pleasure. I leaned heavily back against the tile, trying to catch my breath, and also to keep my knees from shaking. On a scale of 1 to 10, that orgasm was a 12. She released me from her breasts, and began toying with the slimy puddle of jism that I had left. 

She rinsed herself off, then helped do the same to me. I was still a little wobbly when the water was turned off, but Becca wrapped me in a towel and sat me down. A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to remove the training wheels, and finished drying myself. I threw on a pair of khakis and a golf shirt, and retreated to the living room to wait for the ladies. I had no idea what to expect from Lizzie as far as attire goes, but Becca was busy in her lingerie drawer when I last saw her, so I figured it would be good. 

The first one to join me in the living room was Lizzie, and she didn't disappoint. It was a simple, conservative outfit, but on her, it was,... well... not so conservative. A snug pair of faded jeans hugged her thighs and ass with maddening perfection. On top; a plain white blouse, starched crisply, and altered to fit her midsection closely, up to just below her bustline. That's about where she stopped buttoning it, as well, so a lot of cleavage was visible. The amount of motion under the fabric, and the lack of lines on her back, made it obvious that her 34DDs were going free-range today. She had on a sexy pair of high heeled sandals, that made her legs even longer. 

I looked at her, and she stared back. "So... you like my tits, do you?" 

Again, I wasn't going to answer, and again, Becca saved me, by walking in this time. I wouldn't have been able to respond anyway, because her outfit had me speechless. 

It was all black, making her hair even more distinctive. Six inch stilettos gave way to fishnet stockings. A tight, stretchy skirt started mid thigh, and was shrink wrapped to the curves of her ass. Above, a lace teddy with a deeply scooped neckline was stuffed to capacity by her breasts, and sheer enough that a lot of naked flesh showed through. On top of it all, a shiny, long sleeved satin blouse was tucked snugly into the skirt, but left totally unbuttoned. The monochrome look combined with her curves and cleavage to create one very sexy package. 

I had never been to a VIP theatre before. Honestly, I didn't even know such a thing existed. Rather than twenty or so rows of seats twenty or so wide, this theatre was ten by ten. The seats were leather, comfortably wide, and reclined, with headrests and footrests as well. They were set in pairs, with pivoting lap tables on each end of each pair, and a retractable armrest in the middle. Bar services were available to your seat up until the movie started. There was a separate VIP lounge and restaurant, and no kids were allowed. 

We had a nice little dinner together, and the ladies each had a glass of wine. Then another. And one to go into the theatre with. By the time the movie started, they were both pretty tipsy. Becca had put the armrest up, and was snuggling into me just like on the couch at home, complete with her hand gently caressing my crotch. 

The movie was a chick flick, but I was enjoying cuddling with Becca. About twenty minutes in, Lizzie shivered. The AC was pretty cool, so it may have been legitimate. Becca saw her daughter shivering, and motioned her over. There actually was enough room for both of them to squeeze in on either side of me, so suddenly I had big soft breasts pressing into my ribs on both sides. I wrapped my arms around both of them, and Lizzie's shivers soon stopped. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 02



As the movie went on, I found myself getting nuzzled more by Becca. She pulled my hand from where I had it resting on her hip, up to her breast. Once my hand was gently fondling her soft flesh, she resumed her own exploration of my crotch. To my left, Lizzie rested her head on my chest. I had my arm in a safe zone, up around her shoulders, but pretty soon, she tried to reposition it in the same way her Mother had. I resisted, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. She begged me with her eyes. 

"Please? I'm still cold," she whispered. I had a difficult time understanding how my hand on her breast was going to warm her up, but was pretty sure it would cause an overheating problem for me. She tried again, and this time, I relented, but she had a twist, slipping my hand inside the open neck of her blouse rather than on top. I froze when my fingertips touched her bare skin, which was about as far from cold as possible. Because Becca was facing into me, and Lizzie had turned facing out, Becca couldn't see where my hand was. Now Lizzie placed her hand over mine, and squeezed. 

Okay. Despite my reluctance to answer Lizzie's repeated questions regarding my opinion of her breasts, I now had to admit... she had really, really, really nice tits. Every bit as spectacular as her Mother's, and my hand started to fondle her breast reflexively. Her nipples were very stiff and erect, but I'm pretty sure the temperature had nothing to do with it. 

I had gone from hoping this boring chick movie would end soon, to wishing I could spend forever with my hands exactly where they were ; on two pair of the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. I massaged their globes rhythmically with each hand, and both of them started to breath a little heavier. Becca returned the favour, increasing her pressure on my cock, which was like steel. 

All movies must end, eventually, and before the lights came up, both girls took a few seconds to correct their attire. We walked out, arm in arm in arm, getting a few disbelieving looks from several of the other patrons. Upon arriving at the car, Becca gave me a kiss that could have started a forest fire. I would have loved to have handed the keys to Lizzie and climbed in the back with her Mother for a rolling quickie on the way home, but both of them had consumed a little too much alcohol to drive. So, I let them take the back and drove us home like a chauffeur, listening to them gossip, whisper and giggle all the way. 

We made it home without any moving violations, despite the girls' best efforts. Once inside, Lizzie headed for the bathroom, and Becca grabbed me by the belt, dragging me into our bedroom. The door closed, and she was on her knees in seconds, dispatching everything that stood between her and my dick. A few minutes of frenzied sucking followed, then she grabbed my hard cock and led me over to the bed, pushing me onto my back. 

Had I known there was nothing under her skirt to block access to her dripping pussy, I would likely have taken advantage in the theatre. As it was, she simply speared herself, fully clothed as it were, right up her cunt in a single thrust. 

"Oh fuck, yes! Yes! YES! YES!" she screeched, grinding herself down onto me. She then started to lift herself, slamming down hard each time. Her boobs were still covered by a layer of lace, and a layer of satin, but they shimmied enticingly, demanding to be freed. Her urgency was contagious, so I reached up with both hands, grabbed the neckline of her teddy, and ripped it open. A loud tearing noise filled the room as the fabric reached its failure point, and her beautiful breasts bounced clear. "OH GOD, YES! RIP MY CLOTHES OFF! TAKE ME!" she cried. The satin blouse simply pulled out of her skirt as I pushed it off over her shoulders, but the lace teddy hung in tatters around her waist. 

Her breasts were dancing right in my face, brushing my cheeks as I thrust up into her. I captured one nipple as it quivered past, and sucked hard. Becca moaned loudly and grabbed my head, pulling me still closer. I grabbed her ass and stood, still sheathed fully in her juicy cunt and still attached to her boob, and dropped both of us on the bed again, but with me on top this time. 'Taking her' is exactly what I wanted right now. 

I reared up, bracing on my arms, and driving into her pussy without remorse. We were crashing together, and her giant tits were going wild, moving in every direction at the same time. I was grunting and moaning with animal passion, but could probably not even be heard over Becca's gleeful shrieks, a combination of expletives, directives, and blissful agony. 

"OH GOD YES!... FUCK MY CUNT!... AHHHHHHHHHHHHN!... YES, YOU FUCKING, BASTARD!... " 

Her head snapped back, and I knew what was coming... or rather, what was cumming. Her face was bright red, and a final shuddering scream signalled the onset of her climax. She bucked, shook and twisted under me, and a pussy that had been dripping wet suddenly flowed like a high tide, oozing warm juice down her crack onto the bed. I looked down at my darling as she gasped for air, and slowly returned to a colour that was less of a match to her hair. She patted my chest. 

"Off, please... I need to breath," she panted, recovering gradually. I could wait. Her breathing was normalizing. "Lizzie!" she called. 

There was no response. 

"Lizzie, I know you're out there, I know you're listening to us, and I know you can hear me now!" 

An unsteady "Yes, Mother," came from just outside the bedroom door. 

"Come in here please," Becca said, and before I could cover up, the door opened. Lizzie was still dressed the same as she was for the movie, but her blouse was open a bit more. She stepped in, catching a view of my cock, rock hard and slick with her Mother's juices, before I could cover myself. 

Becca laid there, ravaged pussy oozing, breasts bare, and clothing torn. She didn't even move to hide herself. 

"Your turn," she laughed.



Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 03



If this is your first exposure to this series.... Where have you been? 

Just kidding.

'My' adventures with Becca began in "Telemarketing Turnabout", and her daughter Lizzie was introduced in Part 2. Both of those chapters can be found in the Mature category. 

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"What?" I asked. To say I was confused was a huge understatement. However, I was also, horny, eager, excited and stunned. My gorgeous darling Becca, my love..... had just offered my services to her equally gorgeous daughter. Apparently, I wasn't the only one feeling a little baffled. 

Lizzie stood there, her mouth hanging open. 

"Look, you two.... I'm old, but not blind or stupid." She turned to me, "I've seen the way you look at her, and the way she looks at you." Now to Lizzie, "and you.... I know you. There's a reason you have been flirting and walking around here virtually naked. You want him. So here's your chance. I know it's going to happen sometime.... it might as well be now... with my knowledge, and my consent." 

When she's right, she's right. Lizzie had been on my mind since I first crashed into her in the hallway. It's hard to believe it was only yesterday. 

Lizzie was still standing in the same spot, and still hadn't said anything. She just shrugged, and unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way. 

"You're sure about this, Mom?" she asked. 

"Yes. And I want to watch. Maybe you can teach me a few things," Becca replied, smiling that little lusty smile of hers. She was still wearing her skirt, albeit up around her waist, her fishnets, and the shredded remnants of her teddy, but her glorious breasts were bare and being proudly displayed. 

Lizzie shook her head. "I never in a million years thought my own Mother would-be telling me to have sex with a guy, let alone her boyfriend." The blouse came off, and her fabulous tits bounced free. 

"You really do have wonderful breasts, Lizzie. Don't you think so, baby?" she asked, looking at me. 

Now I was sure I was in the Twilight Zone. My girlfriend had just asked me if I liked her daughter's tits. This just kept getting stranger. But, honesty is the best policy, or so I've been told. 

"Yes dear, they are beautiful. She is beautiful," I replied, making no effort to divert my eyes from Lizzie's rack. 

"Almost as nice as yours, Mother," Lizzie returned the compliment, and started to undo her jeans. A little black thong came into view as she slid the jeans down over her hips and kicked them off. The thong followed seconds later. 

I had taken advantage of the lull to remove my remaining clothes. I looked at Lizzie, standing there naked in front of me, and not for the first time. She looked different somehow, this time. This was not a tease. It was going to happen. 

"If we're going to do this," I started, "let's do it right." I stepped over to her and took her in my arms. She was shaking like a leaf. I pulled her closer, looking into her eyes, and her tremors calmed slightly, until I kissed her, when she sighed and kissed back passionately. Shivers of nervousness had been replaced by those of extreme arousal, and she dragged me down on top of her as she laid back on the bed. Her hands clutched and grabbed at me, feverishly trying to touch me everywhere at once. The heat of her kisses and embrace was having a similar effect on me, and I started to return her caresses. 

I slowly slipped down her body, pausing for a few minutes to graze on her tight pink nipples. She moaned approvingly, playing with my hair while I suckled gently and kneaded her firm globes. One hand moved down, doing some advance scouting for my tongue, and began to stroke the moist lips of her pussy. They were smooth. I thumbed her clit, and she gasped, shuddering at my attention. 

"Oh god.... I Love what you're doing to my nipples, but I really need to feel that tongue on my pussy.... Lick me please. I really Love being licked," she whispered. 

"Of course, Lizzie.... anything you like," I answered, giving her yummy little buds a parting kiss. I trailed my tongue down, dipping into her navel in passing. Finally I settled into position between her outstretched thighs, able at last to give an up close inspection to the pussy I'd seen from a distance on a couple of occasions. 

Now that is one very pretty kitty, I thought to myself. Shaved, or more likely waxed, she was completely hair free, as smooth as the day she was born. She was more of an 'inny' than an 'outty', meaning her lips were tighter and thinner, and didn't pout open as much like an orchid. The thick, fatty lips of her outer labia pressed in, leaving a moist crevice which her inner lips filled. Those inner lips flowed up smoothly, forming a bulbous hood for her very aroused clitoris, which was starting to peek out. It, like her inner folds, was bright pink. 

I kissed her clit, and Lizzie groaned. I did it again, and the groan became a moan of delight. I flattened my tongue, and gave her several long licks from her puckered little asshole all the way to her increasingly prominent clit. It was when I dipped my tongue between her lips that I made the best discovery. She was dripping wet, and those juices were like ambrosia, so sweet and delicious that I couldn't get enough. 

Once I had tasted her, I was hooked, and began to eat her feverishly. I forced my tongue as deep into her as I could.... probing, tasting, teasing, caressing.... all accompanied by a growing symphony of excited breathing, sharp pants and passionate moans. Having cleaned her most intimate recess of its most intoxicating nectar, I turned my focus to her little pink pearl. I licked it, I flicked it, and finally I sucked on it. That's what set her off. 

"Mmmm mmmmn mmmMM AHHHHNNH! AHHHNN! OH! OH! OH YESSSSSSSSS!" she shrieked, and her thighs clamped with skull crushing force around my head. She arched and twisted, as though trying to get away from my tongue, while her grip on my head made escape impossible. It was, all in all, a very impressive orgasm, and it was several oxygen deprived seconds before she melted, releasing me. I had no intention of leaving, as her climax had gifted me with a fresh helping of her sweetness, and I was still thirsty. 

Four gut wrenching, ear-splitting orgasms later, she really was pushing me away, having reached her limit of stimulation. She laid there, panting raggedly, her incredible breasts quivering as they rose and fell with her breathing. Once she recovered her power of speech, she surprised me. 

"You... lick pussy like.... a woman," she gasped, blushing when she realized her comment may have revealed something about herself better left private, especially in front of her mother, who had been watching us quietly while gently masturbating.

I hoped that was a positive review, not in the category of 'you throw like a girl'. 

"Um, that's a good thing, right?" I vocalized. "I mean... in your personal experience?" 

She blushed again. "Oh yes. That's a very, very good thing!" She caressed my cheek, and turned toward Becca. 

Her Mother was staring at her. "Really? I always wondered what it would be like with another woman. We'll have to talk later." 

I wondered if I was the only one whose pulse just began to race. Visions of Becca and Lizzie locked in a sapphic embrace filled my head. While I was distracted by this imaginary lesbian encounter, Lizzie had decided to return the favour. I was shaken from my daydreaming by the feeling of her tongue on my cock, which was still coated with a dried layer of her Mother's succulent juices. 

At tasting this unexpected seasoning, Lizzie paused and glanced at Becca, who was shedding the last of her clothing. "You taste good, too, Mom," she laughed, and swallowed as much of me as she could, moaning and making delicious sounds. She sucked me dutifully for a few minutes, then extracted my stiff dick from her mouth. "Perhaps we can revisit this later...... but for now, I'd really like it if you'd put this big cock to work. I need to get fucked, and I need it right now!" 

Well, I did say 'anything you like', didn't I? She had laid back and spread her legs wide, and was now splitting the lips of her pussy with her fingers. The bright pink of her interior folds attracted my attention as she held herself open, waiting for me to intrude on her wetness. I knelt between her legs, and guided the head of my cock into her, feeling her inner lips close around my shaft as she released them. I pressed gently, and her pussy yielded easily, sliding smoothly around me until I reached her cervix. She took a sharp breath and winced a bit, patting my chest to stop me. 

"Hold it there for a sec, big boy..... damn, that's a nice cock! Now I see why you keep him in your bed, Mother!" She undulated her hips, and bit her lower lip. "Okay. I'm all yours.... let me have it!" 

Despite her apparent surrender, I decided to go easy on her, starting with a slow, gentle rhythm that didn't go too deep. Her legs came up, giving me better access, which I took as a further invitation, starting to go deeper and harder. As I did she pulled me closer with her legs, and wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders, kissing me in a frenzy of passion that I was happy to return. I could feel her firm globes jiggle against my chest with each downward thrust. 

She was surprisingly quiet. I could see in her eyes that she definitely enjoying herself, and her mouth was open, but her only sounds were the 'nnnh, nnnh, nnnh' of her breath escaping with each stroke. Perhaps a position change will make her 'happier', I thought. 

I hooked her right leg with my arm, and lifted it onto my shoulder, changing my angles, causing her to become a bit more vocal. A few more delighted moans wafted around the room. I continued to roll her, now on her side, while I kept fucking her juicy pussy. Now she was breathing harder, and starting to squeal. One more 90 degree roll later, and she was flat on her belly. I was pounding down into her, meeting her firm but cushioning ass with each stroke. I had learned this one from a former girlfriend, who told me this position was a g-spot killer. Apparently she was right, because Lizzie was screaming. 

"Oh my god!.... Oh, shit!.... Oh... Oh fuck!... Don't stop!... Please, god, don't stop!... "

I can follow directions like that, so I did, fucking her harder. She perched up on her elbows, arching her back, and tilting her head back. She managed to make eye contact, and I could see the fire in there. I leaned closer to her ear. 

"You like this, Lizzie?" I whispered, without breaking rhythm. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes! I Love it! Please don't stop! Fuck me!" 

"Okay, Lizzie.... I'll keep fucking you.....for as long as you want. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum all over my cock?", I added. 

"Oh shit, yes!.... I'm gonna cum so hard! Fuck..... Fuck your cock feels good!... You're gonna make me cum!... Gonna CUM!.... GONNA CUMMMMMM!... AHHHHHHN!.... OHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" she screeched, bucking and arching under me. I felt her heels pressing up into my ribs and looked down. Her toes were curled. Mission accomplished. She finally collapsed flat, trying desperately to catch her breath. 

Becca tapped me on the shoulder. "Did you just kill my daughter?" she asked, smiling, "and when are you going to kill me like that? That was something to watch."

I pulled out and rolled Lizzie's limp but conscious body over, immediately taking my place back in her pussy. Having given her a massive orgasm, I was now allowed to be selfish. I started to fuck her furiously again. She moaned softly, then a bit louder, and then louder still. By the time I was ready to cum, her eyes were open and she was an active participant. I reached nirvana, and pulled out, stroking myself and spraying white globs of goo all over her. Now it was my turn to flop and catch my breath. 

I rolled off the bed, and stepped into the ensuite bath, planning to return with a warm cloth to clean up the splattered mess I had left on Lizzie. When I got to the doorway on the way back, I stopped dead in my tracks. Someone had beaten me to it. 

Becca was leaning over her daughter's body, licking my cum off her breasts. I watched. My dick watched, too. Becca's magnificent breasts hung free, grazing Lizzie's nipples, which made them both moan. While I stood there, Becca's attentions went from cleaning to arousing, as she began to tongue and flick at Lizzie's pink nubs. Then that gave way to suckling and suggestive caresses. 

Lizzie pushed up, forcing her Mother over onto her back, and started to return the favour, nibbling at Becca's extremely thick and erect nipples. Moans of delight reached my ears in stereo. Soon they were kissing, and the moans grew in intensity. Then Lizzie headed south, and things really picked up. Before long Lizzie's tongue had Becca in a frenzy. 

"Oh god.... Oh fuck, Lizzie... Oh my.... Oh yes, that's it..... My clit!.... Oh yes!... Yes!... YES!" she screamed. Watching Becca cum was nearly as much fun as making her cum. Breasts shaking, hair flying, back arching.... I should have sold tickets. After Becca's orgasm, Lizzie raised her head from between her Mother's thighs, made eye contact with me, and grinned. 

She sat up, swung her leg over, and backed up, finishing with her pussy hovering over Becca's face. It didn't take her Mother long to take the plunge, so to speak, tentatively tasting Lizzie's snatch by extending her tongue fully and parting the gooey lips. My opinion of Lizzie's flavour found confirmation in Becca's sudden eagerness to partake, and the yummy sounds that emanated from her as she buried her face up her daughter's cunt. Her Mother's sudden onslaught caught Lizzie somewhat off guard, and she fell forward. Now that Becca had acquired a taste for it, there was no way she was going to let Lizzie's pussy get away. 

She rolled the two of them over, pinning Lizzie under her and resuming the oral exploration of Lizzie's delicious gash. Soon, a full blown sapphic 69 had broken out. 

I was still standing in the bathroom doorway, watching. The wet cloth had long since gone cold, but my cock was red hot and rock hard. I straddled Lizzie's head and looked down at her, peeking out from under her Mother's pussy. She spread Becca's labia for me with her fingers, and guided me in. 

As I pushed in, Becca groaned. Since she had her lips planted on Lizzie's clit at the time, Lizzie screamed at the increase in stimulus. I stroked Becca a few more times for good luck and pulled out, aiming my cock at her puckered back door. It was another one of those things we hadn't gotten around to. I pressed, and Becca's head immediately came up from her pussy munching.... silently, waiting for the next move. I pushed a little more, and she pushed back, until her sphincter began to yield. The head of my cock slipped in past her tight little ring, making her gasp in surprise. 

"Oh fuck! Please fuck my ass!" she hissed, pushing back harder. I slipped in deeper. 

While Becca was distracted by my cock in her ass, she wasn't licking Lizzie, making her feel left out of things, so she decided to assert her involvement. First her tongue caressed my balls, a sensation that certainly got my attention. Her tongue then moved on to her Mother's clitoris, which made Becca shudder and moan in delight. 

It didn't take very long for me to bury my dick balls deep in Becca's ass. With Lizzie providing the alternative pleasure by licking her Mother's pussy, the inevitable pain of Becca's first bout of anal penetration went past quickly. 

The girls were back in sync, grazing on each others cunts, when I started to move gently in and out of Becca's ass, short strokes to begin with, but getting longer and stronger as she became accustomed to it. I settled into a gentle rhythm. 

I thought back to when I first met Becca. She had tried to send me away, claiming to be too old for me. Her ex-husband had been a prudish, conservative asshole, who eventually cheated on her with a younger woman, but not before doing a number on her self esteem. It's something of a minor miracle we made it beyond that first five minutes. 

Yet, once we did, things had progressed rapidly. It seems like all I really had to do was prove him wrong about one thing, and she threw out everything he had ever said. Now, she was a bona-fide sex fiend.... a thong wearing, shaved pussy, public sex loving slut.... and all of it for me only. She gave the best blowjobs, loved getting her pussy munched, and now, just today, had crossed the line into lesbianism, incest, and was eagerly taking it up the ass at this very moment. 

I looked down between strokes to see Lizzie plunging three fingers deep into her Mother's dripping pussy, while still maintaining her lip lock on her clit. Then I felt it. 

Lizzie has two hands, and while one of them was busy finger fucking Mom's cunt, the other one was worming a finger up MY ass! It was something of a new experience for me, but I wasn't ready to pass judgement on it, yet. 

Becca was still moaning with each thrust, but as Lizzie and I fell into synchronization, those moans transformed into squeals of glee, before finally growing into screams of absolute ecstasy. 

"Oh my god... Oh my god... Oh.... My God!.... Oh yes!.... Fuck me!... Fuck me, both of you!.... I'm gonna cum! Yes! Gonna cum! Yes! YES!..... YESSSS!... CUMMMMMMMMMING!!" 

While Becca was wailing through the first waves of her orgasmic tsunami, Lizzie was finger fucking my ass. The jury was now in ; I liked it, and it added just enough to the experience to make me cum as well. I squirted into Becca's bowel while maintaining my death grip on her hips. Lizzie, satisfied with her work, removed the finger from my ass, and concentrated her attention on her Mother's gushing pussy. 

With the intruding digit removed, I relaxed and slipped wetly out of Becca's asshole, which remained gaping open for several seconds. I sat back on my haunches to recover. What I saw next was almost enough to get me hard again. 

As Becca's ass returned to its normal state, her muscles began to expel the load I had just deposited, and a stream of cum started to trickle out, running down towards her pussy, which Lizzie was busy slurping madly. I watched it drip across the bridge of Lizzie's nose, and over her cheek, before she followed the stream up to its source. She gave the abused little rosebud a tongue bath, and when she was done, Becca rolled off her and pivoted on her hip. They shared a cum soaked kiss, and Becca cleaned the runny remnants off Lizzie's face. 

It was about twenty minutes before we had the collective energy to stagger into the shower together, but twenty after that, we were all snuggled together in our king sized bed. I was the meat in a sexy redhead sandwich. We were exhausted. 

Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny. The birds woke me, although I didn't open my eyes. Soft breathing tickled my skin from both sides, and soft breasts pressed against me likewise. I was in heaven. I felt soft lips on the side of my neck, then further up, on my cheek. I turned slightly in that direction, and the lips found mine. My fuzzy, sleep addled brain wasn't yet trying to differentiate the identity of the lips, which parted as a tongue began to explore my mouth. I reciprocated reflexively. Suddenly, a second pair of lips began to work their way up the other side of my neck. I opened my eyes at last. 

The first set of lips, and the tongue that was wrestling with mine, were Lizzie's. Becca stopped kissing my neck and sat up, smiling. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 03



"You two look very good together," she said quietly, "and very hot." 

Lizzie paused for a second, and smiled at me. She caressed my face and hair, then resumed her amorous embrace. She rolled up on top of me, rubbing her smooth pussy along my burgeoning erection. That and her kisses had me fully hard within moments, and she wasted no time, climbing aboard eagerly. She bottomed out on my cock and sat up, grinding her hips down. 

Becca was still laying beside us, watching intently, but not for long. She sat up behind her daughter, and reached around to cup and fondle Lizzie's beautiful breasts while Lizzie gently rode my cock. It was fun to watch, with both of their lovely faces looking down at me. They stayed in those positions for several minutes, Lizzie fucking herself and Becca milking the breasts she held so lovingly. 

Becca released Lizzie's tits, and crawled around us to straddle my head, facing her daughter. 

"Oh, man..... You're going to sit on my face, aren't you? And while you're doing that, you two are going to play with each others breasts and make out, right?" I asked rhetorically. "And, I won't get to watch!" I pouted. 

Becca laughed. "That's right." Her gloriously wet, thick lipped cunt appeared above my face, slowly blocking out everything else until all I could see was succulent pink folds and a bright pink clitoris begging for my tongue. 

For about the next twenty minutes, her dewy curtains of feminine flesh, gaping vagina and pleasure pearl were my world. I could feel Lizzie's pussy clutching my cock in a warm, wet embrace as she rode me with a level of enthusiasm I would have dearly loved to see. Becca's thighs muffled their cries, but I heard, felt and tasted enough to know they each had at least two orgasms before Becca dismounted. She took a position on her back next to Lizzie and I. 

"Don't be a cock hog, Lizzie. Gimme back my man!" she giggled, diddling her snatch while she waited. 

"Aw, gee, do I have to?" Lizzie said facetiously. "He's all yours, Mother." She lifted off me slowly. 

Becca was waiting patiently while I rolled between her legs, and welcomed me into her pussy and her arms with a passionate kiss that told me this was about us now. My lend lease arrangement with Lizzie had reached its end, at least for this weekend. I was fine with that. My internal confusion about my Love for Becca had been resolved, with a clear winner. Lizzie was a young, vibrant, beautiful woman, and I would welcome her in my bed anytime, but she wasn't Becca, and it was Becca I Loved. 

She and I made love for about another half hour, under the watchful gaze of Lizzie. Becca had two more gentle, shivering orgasms, marked only by a few gasping breaths and a rapid dilation of her pupils, which only I could see. I pumped her full of cum a few minutes later, after which I rolled off and laid back, closing my eyes. 

I heard a few soft moans from Becca, and lifted my head to see Lizzie licking her Mother's oozing pussy clean. A few minutes later, she was performing the same service for me. Job complete, she moved up beside me again, and the three of us cuddled together under the covers for a recuperative nap. It would appear that I had the best of both worlds. 

We dropped Lizzie off at the airport Sunday afternoon. It was a short flight, one that she would be making every available weekend for the foreseeable future. Besides the obvious reason of a Mother enjoying her daughter being home again, we had formed a trio of sexual gratification. During the week, it would be life as usual for Becca and I, but on weekends, I would share Becca with Lizzie, who would share me with Becca, who would share me with Lizzie.... I think I got that right.... it's very confusing. 

When we returned from the airport, I went outside to do a little yard work, and Becca did some inside cleaning. Becca often did housework in high heels..... just high heels, nothing else. In response, I would clean the pool in the nude. It was fun, not knowing what to expect. We settled back into our normal routine, which is to say we went back to fucking each other silly. 

When Lizzie came back home the next weekend, the three amigos reunited, and I had some one on one with Lizzie as well. At one point, I woke from a nap and went to find the ladies. 

I found them in the backyard. Lizzie was reclined in a poolside lounger, and her Mother was between her thighs, eating her pussy gently. Her eyes were glazed, and when she finally focused on me, she smiled lazily. 

"I have never cum so much in my life. You two are going to kill me! If it's not your cock, then it's her tongue! She's a fast learner!" she giggled, causing Becca to peek up from her position. She just waved at me and kept licking. 

I came home from work one day and found them together in our bedroom, working a gigantic double-headed dildo with great skill. They had gone lingerie shopping and stumbled across this little hole-in-the-wall sex shop along the way. There they had found their new toy, a bright pink monster over two feet long and almost eight inches around. Somehow, with determination and a lot of lube, they had managed to stuff both of their pussies to capacity. Less than six inches of pink plastic remained visible between them. It was such an erotic sight, I couldn't help but pull my cock out, and start stroking. That got them going again, and about the time they were grinding out another orgasm, I was spraying my load on both of them. 

Summer led into fall, and with it the unavoidable family dinner at Thanksgiving. I had reason to dread it. Clay was going to be there, and we would finally be out in the open with Becca's whole family. Both Lizzie and Becca agreed that he probably wouldn't take the news of his Mother's involvement with any other man well. It was a given he wouldn't like me, a mere four years older than him, fucking his Mom. He'd positively shit if he knew I'd bedded his sister as well, and probably have a stroke if he found out about Lizzie and Becca together. Of course, we weren't planning on telling him the last two bits of information. 

Turkey day was fast approaching, and the potential fallout over our relationship was weighing heavy over our heads. We spent the last night cuddling each other in a mutually supportive embrace. We'd talked about the situation, and while Clay's reaction wouldn't be a deal breaker for us, Becca was harbouring a Mother's natural hope to have the approval of her children. Lizzie was home a day earlier than Clay, so she could see her Mother's anxiety. 

We were sitting out by the pool, waiting for him to arrive, and the tension was growing. Then we heard him come through the front door. 

"Mom! I'm home!" He walked through the house, and saw us on the deck. His eyes flicked over me, saying 'who the hell are you' without speaking. "Hi, Mom!" he said, hugging Becca. 

"Hi, Sweetheart," she began, deciding to get it over with fast, like ripping off a band-aid. "I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend...." 

"Ha ha ha, Mother! Are you trying to steal my guy?" chirped Lizzie happily, bounding out of the house behind Clay. She came over to me, boobs bouncing in her yellow sundress, and greeted me with a passionate kiss, before turning in my arms to face Clay. "Hi, Runt!" she giggled at her brother, squeezing my hand tightly before she pulled away to hug him. 

I looked at Becca. She was quick to grasp Lizzie's plan. "Well, you were gone so long I thought he was available again!" she laughed, pulling everyone else in with her. And just like that, Clay was home, I was accepted, and no blood had been shed. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt us. 

Dinner went well. I did catch a few looks of general disdain from Clay, which I attributed to my 'role' as his sister's boyfriend. It may also have been my inability to keep from staring at Lizzie's abundant cleavage, which the neckline of her dress put on display. Becca kept to a motherly distance. Clay finally excused himself to visit the bathroom, and gave us a chance to confer. 

"I'm sorry, Mom," Lizzie whispered. "I just suddenly thought it would avoid an argument if I claimed him as my boyfriend." 

"I understand, Sweetie. Good thinking," Becca replied in an equally conspiratorial tone. She looked at me. "I trust you don't mind playing along, darling? Although you may have to sleep with Lizzie tonight.... and I will be alone...." she pouted at that last bit. "You'll owe me one, with interest, both of you." 

Clay came back, we all resumed our roles, and the evening proceeded without a hitch. When we sat back after dinner to watch one of the football games, Lizzie made a suitable production of sitting in my lap and vacuuming the turkey remnants off my tongue. I made appropriate attempts to touch her in inappropriate areas, which she put a stop to by allowing it. 

When it was bedtime, Clayton headed for his old room, Becca took the Master, of course, unfortunately alone, and Lizzie and I took her room. Becca's public admonition to 'keep the noise down' was met by a surprised look from Clay, but after all, he didn't see the wink she gave us. Once the door was closed, Lizzie gave me a very naughty look, and moved with cat-like stealth across the room. She kissed me gently. 

'Remember.... Mom said you have to sleep with me tonight. We have to do what she says, right?" she giggled, before kissing me again, this time not so gently. Her tongue wasted no time trying to reach my tonsils, while she pulled me tight against her wonderful chest. We tumbled together onto her queen-sized bed, barely breaking the kiss as we fell, laying on our sides. 

This was going to be a little different. I'd had sex with Lizzie dozens of times, but rarely when it was just the two of us, and almost never without Becca at least watching. I had the feeling Lizzie was equally aware of this divergence from our normal routine. If Clay only knew what he was 'forcing' me to do. 

Lizzie moaned softly through the kiss, finally coming up for air. "Um, I have a favour to ask of you. I hope it doesn't sound too weird," she said quietly. 

"Well, as long as it doesn't involve goats and ballet tutus, I don't think it will be a problem," I replied. 

She laughed. "Shit! How did you guess right away?" She kissed me again. "Seriously, no livestock are involved, and the ballet tutu is optional. I know we have had lots of sex, and we've fucked each other unconscious a few times, but that's not what I need tonight. Tonight, I'd like to make Love, just like you do with my Mother. I've watched you together. I know you Love her, but just for tonight, can you pretend you Love me? Or am I asking too much?" Her eyes sparkled, and so did her smile. 

Was she asking too much? Hmmm, yes and no. The truth is that I already did Love her, in a way, but not the way I felt about her Mother. When I was with Becca, I didn't feel like a young guy fucking a hot MILF twenty years his senior, even though that's exactly what was happening. With Becca, I felt like we were two people who had so much in common that age was a superfluous issue. Maybe I have an 'old soul', as they say. 

Still, Lizzie was more like her Mother than any other young woman I'd ever met. She really was like a younger version of Becca, in attitude as well as physique and appearance. So did I Love her? Yes, but at a 'younger' level. I would try for her. 

"Okay, Lizzie.... I will give it a shot.... but don't freak out if I call you Becca!" 

"Yeah, well, just don't forget that the walls have ears," she whispered, "and if you do that, you'll blow our cover." 

Ah. Good point. No screaming the wrong name. 

"Okay Sweetheart, pet names only," I replied, leaning in and rolling her onto her back as I kissed her. The top of her dress was a stretchy tube type, barely big enough to contain her breasts. It's a wonder they hadn't fallen out a dozen times during the days activities, but Lizzie's diligence had kept them under wraps. Now, the dress put up little resistance, and she put up even less, as I pulled the fabric down to expose her lovely boobs. Her little pink nipples stood up tall as the cool air, and my fingers, caressed them. We were still kissing in a soft, gentle manner, but Lizzie's moans grew louder when I fondled her firm globes. Her hand softly stroked my cheek. 

"I Love the way you touch my breasts," she whispered, "you have such big, strong hands.... and you squeeze me just right. It makes my nipples tingle, and that makes my pussy drip."

I started to flick my tongue across her nipples. That soon led to gently suckling, which got her talking again. 

"Oh yes," she breathed, "Oh yes. That's so good. Mmmm.... So good. Suck my nipples, baby. Oh yes..... Oh yes." After another few minutes of this, she was beginning to squirm, clawing at the bed and my back. "Oh god...." she repeated, over and over. 

My right hand found its way up under her skirt. The crotch of her thong was soaked, and hot. She spread her legs as wide as possible, and I slipped the thong aside, gaining access to her incredibly wet pussy. A sharp intake of breath marked the moment when my fingers found her clit, and the squirming of her hips increased as she tried to grind herself into my hand. I was still latched onto her nipple. She had a death grip on my shoulder, and her hips were starting to bounce off the bed as she got closer and closer to orgasm. Two fingers started to probe her gash, deeper and deeper, while my thumb rubbed over the swollen tip of her clit. 

Lizzie was bucking and twisting, gasping ragged breaths with her head rolling from side to side. Words had been replaced by animal sounds of lust. She was close, so close... I could see it in her eyes. Just one more flick of her clit.... 

A loud gasp filled the room, and she arched her back. Still, she had the wherewithal to bite the pillow, to muffle her orgasmic screams, but I'm sure both Becca and Clay heard her cumming. I was a bit surprised no one burst into the room. Lizzie was having one hell of an orgasm. 

I sat back and let her shriek and shudder, panting wildly. She took a minute or so to recover, then turned to look at me through slightly glazed eyes. 

"Holy fuck, that was good!" she gasped. "And I assume we've just started...." 

I nodded. 

"Good. I guess I don't need these anymore," she laughed, peeling the dress over her head and skinning the thong off over her sexy ass. I did the same, and moments later we were locked in a naked embrace under the covers. 

She took the initiative, rolling on top of me. I honestly don't know which feeling I liked better ; her wonderfully soft lips on mine, or the incredible fullness of her breasts squashed against my chest. Thankfully, I didn't need to choose between them, as I was getting both sensations in great quantities, and Lizzie seemed more than willing to keep me supplied for as long as I wanted. 

I probably don't need to mention this, as it would seem obvious, but my cock was rock hard and ready for action. Lizzie had it trapped in a tight squeeze between her thighs, and was rubbing her pussy along the side. 

"Mmmm," she moaned softly, depriving me of her kisses for a moment. "I sense that you may be enjoying this.... I know I am! Shall we proceed?" 

I grabbed her ass, and flipped us over, taking the top position, amid a chorus of giggles from Lizzie. Once on top, I kissed her again, while grinding my pelvis against her. She was doing the same against me, and the combination of our motions had the happy coincidence of allowing the tip of my cock to find her opening. It was a surprise to her. 

"Ah... Uh... Oh! Aren't you sneaky?" she giggled, before I began to slide into her. She was absolutely drenched, so her cunt was very receptive. "Oh yes, my darling.... Oh that's it.... Fill my pussy with that big, hard cock!.... Fuck yes!.... You fit inside me perfectly!" 

There would be no argument from me. Her pussy fit around my dick like a second skin, yet another similarity she shared with her Mother, although I tried not to think of that right then. Our lips met again as I started to move in a very gentle rhythm of slow, short strokes. Becca Loved this, as it kept pressure on her g-spot, while also stimulating her clit. I hoped Lizzie would enjoy it, as well, and didn't have to wait long for confirmation. 

Her legs came up and locked around my waist, while she started breathing in sharp snorts through her nose. Moans punctuated her breathing, and her hands gripped my ass in a way that lead me to believe I had found the right spot. We were still joined at the lips, tongues intertwined passionately. 

From my end of things, making Love like this made me feel like a hero, as I could go for a very, very long time before tiring. I would still get my jollies at the end, but until then, this was all about pleasing Lizzie, and she definitely seemed to be pleased. She needed more air than could be supplied though her nose, so she reluctantly parted her lips from mine. I lifted my head enough to look into her eyes, which were fluttering open and closed in delight. 

"You like?" I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. I just wanted to hear it. 

"Oh god, yes!.... Keep going!.... " she hissed. 

Okiedokie. In another couple of minutes, Lizzie was staring into my eyes, breathing hard. Her mouth was ajar, but little more than a few squeaks and puffs of air could be heard. It wasn't a massive orgasm, but because I didn't stop my rhythm, it was a long one, lasting about a minute. Finally, she couldn't take any more, and begged me to stop. 

"Please... No more... God, I can't believe I'm saying this.... " she whispered,"... Too good.... Too much!" I held still for a few minutes. When her hyper-sensitive pussy, calmed down, she nodded. "Okay Sweetheart, you showed me how wonderful my Mother gets to feel... Now, fuck me as hard as you want. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me." Another passionate kiss followed. 

Well, if she wanted me to cum expeditiously, then I would need to be looking at the back of her head. Everyone has a favourite position, and doggy happened to be mine. It didn't take long to get her on all fours, and seconds later, I was back inside her. Short, gentle strokes were not on the menu ; she was going to get the full meal deal. 

Oh, and she wasn't going quietly. While she was slightly more subdued than she often was when we were all together, she was far from silent, and the only way Clayton wouldn't have heard her would have involved a sound proof booth and headphones. 

A rhythmic 'slap, slap, slap' mixed with Lizzie's moans of pleasure to fill the room. I had a good grip on her hips, and was watching intently each time my slippery, shiny cock disappeared into her pussy. Her firm ass rippled as I pounded into her. 

"Mmmm... Oh ... Oh... Oh... Oh, yes.... Fuck me, baby!... Fuck me so hard!" Lizzie cried, unable to stay relatively quiet any longer. She swung her hair up onto her back, and I took the hint, grabbing a handful and tugging. "Oh fuck, YES! PULL MY HAIR!... GONNA MAKE ME CUM!" I leaned forward and growled in her ear, letting her know she wouldn't be alone. "OH YES! FILL MY ... PUSSY ... WITH YOUR... HOT CUM!"

It was too late to stop it anyway. I exploded deep inside, pumping rope after rope into her, grunting loudly as I did. It was a totally selfish orgasm, made slightly less so by Lizzie's own gut wrenching climax, amid her cries of ecstasy. We crumpled together in a pile on the bed, panting for air and moaning softly. Lizzie wriggled out from the tangle and shuffled into the bathroom, trying to keep my load of goo from dripping down her leg. She came back a few minutes later, smiling a satisfied smile, and crawled in beside me, in full cuddle mode. I could just reach the bedside lamp, and once it was out, we laid quietly in the darkness, exchanging soft kisses until we fell asleep. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 03



Breakfast the next morning was..... interesting. Lizzie and I were the first ones up, but only beat Becca by a couple of minutes. She looked at us coyly. 

"Jeez, just what part of 'keep the noise down' did you not understand?" she giggled quietly. "I almost came in there to join you, but made do with my favourite dildo instead. I don't even want to think about your brother's reaction, but you two can deal with it." 

As if on cue, Clay walked in seconds later. I caught an immediate glare of contempt from him, but he was Mister Smile for his Mother and sister. 

"Good morning, Mom.... You too, E. Did you have bad dreams last night? I thought I heard some noises," he said. 

"Nope. Slept like a baby," Elizabeth replied, ignoring the bait and snuggling into my chest. "I can't imagine what you heard. Maybe you were dreaming, yourself?"

We ate without further incident, unless you count the daggers Clayton kept shooting at me. When we were done, Lizzie headed for the shower and Clay went to change his clothes. Becca took advantage of our solitude, crooking her finger at me while backing out of view into the kitchen. I followed. 

Once we were hidden, she pounced, planting a red hot kiss on me, forcing her tongue into my mouth and wrapping me in a passionate embrace. I can promise you, I wasn't struggling to escape. She pulled back. 

"God, I missed you last night. What the hell did you do to my daughter last night? It was so hot listening to her screaming while you fucked her," she whispered. "Did you miss me?" she asked, pressing her magnificent tits into me. 

"Darling, despite what you heard last night, and despite the fact that Lizzie is a royal hellion in the sack.... " she pouted at that, ".... You know that I Love You. I missed you." My turn to kiss her. "I don't know if I can take another night away from you." 

We parted with at least thirty seconds to spare before Clayton came back into view. I left Becca to distract him while I snuck into our bedroom to retrieve some clothes, then changed and returned. 

Later in the afternoon, we were lazing around the pool. The ladies were dressed for sunbathing, but had on their more conservative swimwear, for Clay's benefit. He had been inside, and came out with my football in his hand, having found it in the front closet. 

"I assume this is yours," he sneered, tossing it to me. "How's your arm?" He backed off, walking off the deck onto the lawn. I stood. 

"Um, you're not going to hit him in the head, are you?" Becca asked quietly enough that Clay couldn't hear. Lizzie had a puzzled look on her face. 

"No," I laughed, "he's safe for now." I walked out to the lawn, leaving Becca to fill in the blanks for Lizzie. I threw the ball to him gently. 

"You and my sister been going out long?" he asked, making smalltalk. 

"Long enough," I replied, catching his return toss. "We get along really well." I tossed it back. 

"Yeah... I heard you 'getting along' last night." He threw it back, harder this time. 

"Sorry about that," I lied, firing the ball back briskly. 

"So, what do you do when you're not fucking my sister?" The ball came back even harder. 

I laughed. Wouldn't you like to know, I thought. I fuck your Mother! Sometimes, I fuck your Mother while she eats your sister, you little shit head! I threw the ball back without further comment. 

"Nothing to say?" he snapped, throwing it as hard as he could. 

I looked over at the girls after I caught it. Becca was watching. I shook my head slightly. 

"Actually, I help my clients plan for their retirement," I told him, rifling it back. He didn't get his hands up quite in time, and it hit him in the chest hard. I heard it thump, driving the air out of his lungs. It made him pause. I don't know if it made him realize what a prick he was being, or if he just knew the next one would be higher, but he behaved himself after that. 

I couldn't wait for Clay to go back to school, but unfortunately, that wasn't going to be for another two days, and that meant another two days of being Lizzie's boyfriend, instead of Becca's. Two more days of time away from my true darling, and two more days in Lizzie's clutches, which while enjoyable as a hobby, was not my choice. 

Surprisingly, there was very little drama for the remainder of Clay's stay. I believe Becca had a short conversation with him and straightened him out, at least as far as his behaviour toward his sister and I. No amount of conversation would have fixed things if he had known what was really going on between the three of us. 

At last, I could get back to life as normal, or at least, what was normal for us. We dropped Clay and Lizzie off at the airport for their respective flights, the final act of this performance as Lizzie's partner. She made a big production of leaving me behind, with a suitably passionate goodbye kiss and numerous waves. Becca had two people to say goodbye to, which she did in motherly fashion, but once they were safely through security and out of sight, she had only me to welcome home. We were us again, able to walk arm in arm, to kiss each other, and embrace like the lovers we had been forced to pretend we weren't. 

We stopped on the way home at one of our favourite restaurants, for a nice dinner, just the two of us. Becca was an incorrigible flirt, teasing me mercilessly from the other side of the table by resting her beautiful breasts on the table's edge. She had planned ahead, wearing a conservative fleece jacket over a top that would have given Clayton a seizure. Now, the jacket was unzipped, her tits were open for viewing at my leisure, and she knew I was looking. That little smile I loved so much was tickling the corners of her mouth. 

Dinner was perfect, even more so because the pressure was off. We were able to relax for the first time in days. Admittedly, we hadn't solved the problem by our little group charade, and may have even made it worse, but we were now safe until Christmas. Of course, then there was Easter... and a myriad of other occasions that might see Clay and Lizzie home together. We hadn't even considered what to do if Clay came home alone. What would we do if he did? 

After dinner, we didn't even make it as far as the car before Becca was on me, making up for lost time. Her kisses had a desperate passion that belied how much she had missed me, even though I had only been across the hall. I took the keys and drove us quickly home, but not quickly enough for her, as she was soon unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock for a rolling blowjob. Driving with that kind of stimulus was..... different..... but I was able to get us safely parked in the driveway before she finished me off, swallowing everything I sent her. 

We had quite the 'reunion', the bedroom resonating with the sounds of our renewed passion. Actually, so did the kitchen.... and the shower. We wore each other out, and slept the sleep of satisfaction, cuddled in each others arms. 

And so it went. Lizzie's weekend visits became less frequent as she needed to concentrate on school, then her residency. Clay finally figured out what he wanted to do, so his visits declined as well, especially when he found a steady girlfriend. That left Becca and I alone, delighted empty-nesters, for the most part. My business was doing well, and Becca was still working, so we had no money issues, and were able to accelerate her plan for retirement funding, making up for lost years. 

As for our sex life..... It seemed to be making up for lost time as well. Becca was absolutely insatiable, and inventive. Her lingerie collection soon bordered on the dictionary definition of 'comprehensive', expanding to encompass all manner of bras, panties, teddies, bustiers, corsets, et al. She had garters and stockings of all varieties, with high heels to match. She also had several naughty costumes, from brides to nurses to catsuits. 

We were lounging on the pool deck one afternoon, about a week after the third anniversary of our co-habitation, when the phone rang. I bolted into the house to grab it, and came back with the cordless receiver at my ear. It was Lizzie, and she sounded excited. I handed the phone to Becca. 

"Hello, Sweetheart....... Yes...... I miss you too..... " I heard, just getting half the conversation," .... Yes, dear, I'm listening, but you're talking so fast that.... What?... Why did you call me Grandm...?.... Really?.... You are?.... Okay, we'll see you this weekend." She hung up and put the phone down, taking a deep breath before continuing. She looked at me. 

Well, that was Lizzie, as you know.... "

"Yes," I answered, "what's up?" 

"Well, um... Oh hell, just say it Becca.... I, um," she hesitated. "I'm going to be a Grandmother..... and you're going to be a Dad." 

Oh,Shit!



Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 04



I want to thank everyone who sent me comments and feedback about this series of stories. When I wrote the first story, I didn't have a plan for how to continue it, but your comments planted a few seeds that have sprouted, and now it has a life of its own, with perhaps two more chapters to come. 

Thank you again, and keep the comments and feedback coming. 

*****

Excuse me, I think the sun was in my ears. Did I hear you say you're going to be a Grandmother, and I am going to be a Dad? If so facto, Lizzie is pregnant, and I am the, um, impregnator? 

How the hell did this happen? Okay, I know how this happens, but what I mean is... How did it happen to me? Lizzie's on the pill, and in the three years 'we' have been 'three', I must have fucked her well over a hundred times, and cum inside her, well, let's just say often. Something just didn't add up. 

Becca and I sat there together, in silence for quite some time, before she finally spoke. 

"Huh... I wondered how it would feel when I eventually became a Grandmother, but never saw it coming like this," she paused, and glanced over at me. "I guess we'll get more information this weekend when Lizzie arrives. Until then, let's not let this spoil our week, okay?" She stood, and extended her hand. "Come with me, Daddy. Sex is a great stress reliever, and I bet you're feeling a little stressed right now. Let me help you relax." I took her hand. 

"Okay, Grandma," I laughed, returning the jibe, "I guess you're right." 

We walked toward the house together, and when we reached the sliding glass doors, Becca paused and did a little spin, checking her reflection. She was wearing a cute little white sundress with a halter neckline, and, I knew for a fact, nothing else. 

"Do I look different now that I'm going to be a Grandmother?" she grabbed the skirt and flashed her bum at me, giggling coyly. Like I said before... an incorrigible flirt. "Am I a hot Grandma?" 

"Duh?!" I quipped, laughing back, and scooping her up in my arms. Once we made it to the bedroom, I put her down, and she immediately pressed herself tightly into my arms, kissing me sweetly. God, I Loved her so much. She felt so wonderful at home in my arms. 

I plucked at the strap tied behind her neck, undoing it surreptitiously without any pause in my response to her passionate kiss. We tangled tongues for several seconds more before she pulled away. 

"Oops!" she giggled, catching her top before it fell. "I wonder how that came undone?" She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. 

"C'mon Grandma... Show us your tits!" I cheered. 

She backed off and 'accidentally' let the straps slip through her fingers, exposing her full, round breasts. She shook them at me, causing the delightful shimmy and jiggle that I found so intoxicating. My eyes locked onto her quivering melons as she continued to tease me 

"Those don't look like the breasts of any Grandmother I've ever seen, sexy lady," I said with a smile, as I began to undress. It wasn't long before we were both rolling around the bed in naked bliss, panting and pawing at each other like a couple of overheated teenagers whose parents are away for the weekend. 

Sex with Becca was never run of the mill. By that, I don't mean to suggest that we were working our way through the kama sutra, page by page, although she was quite inventive. I just mean that it was a lot more than just a physical act for us. 

Her skin was smooth and warm against mine. It was a feeling I had grown very accustomed to, and extremely fond of. We embraced in this fashion for quite a while. There was no need to rush, so we cuddled, kissed and caressed at our leisure, using fingers, lips and tongues to express our feelings for each other without need of words. Becca was on top when she ever so slowly began to slide lower down my body, kissing as she went. 

"You just lay back and let me take care of this..." she paused as she reached my crotch, "... this... this huge problem. This nice, huge, hard problem." She had her hand wrapped lovingly around my cock, and was gently stroking it while giving it a close range inspection. "Such a nice cock... So long, and hard, and thick... I just love the way it fills my hot pussy... and the way it tas... mmmm... mmmph..." her dialogue was cut short as she gobbled and slurped my dick. 

Your ex-husband was such a short sighted, small-dicked, small-minded asshole... and I will be forever thankful for that fact! I thought, as I luxuriated in the incredible sensations her mouth was giving me. 'He wouldn't kiss me for days if I sucked his cock...' she had told me. If it meant getting this treatment more often, I'd kiss her while she was sucking my cock. 

She continued for another couple of minutes, before raising up and straddling me. My cock disappeared into the wet depths of her pussy as quickly as it had done so in her succulent mouth. Then she leaned forward and dangled her huge breasts in my face, knowing full well that I would be eagerly receiving them with kisses of passion. 

Kisses soon gave way to suckling with a purpose. Becca had always expressed a distinct fondness for having her thick, stiff nipples sucked in just such a way, while I have always been more than willing to do so. I don't know if I was breast fed as a child and that's where it started, or perhaps I was denied that intimate contact, so had a psychological compensation at work. Either way, I have always had a thing for breasts... big breasts. Hers fulfilled every fantasy I'd ever had... except one, and soon, her daughter's nearly identical tits would undoubtedly check that last one off the list. 

Becca undulated her hips, rocking them front to back as she skewered herself up and down in a slow rhythm that clearly she enjoyed, based on the gleeful noises she was making. 

"Ooooooo... mmmm... Oh yes... Oh yes!" she hissed, increasing her tempo. It was becoming difficult to remain latched onto her nipple with the added bounce of her breasts, but I was able to hang in there for another few minutes, long enough to bring her to the brink of her orgasm. 

"Oh god, yes... suck my tits... suck them hard!... Make me cum, baby!... Make mE CUMMMMM!... AHHHHHN!" she shrieked, crashing down on my chest as her pussy twitched around my cock. 

When she had recovered, she lifted off of me, grabbed my ankles, and dragged me sideways on the bed, amid grunts and giggles of effort. Once I was positioned to her satisfaction, she dropped to her knees and resumed her earlier oral efforts to suck me dry. My cock was slick with Becca juice, and she smacked her lips when she tasted her own pussy on me, grinning widely. 

"Almost as yummy as Lizzie's cunt," she commented, then sucked me in again. It was only a few minutes before she had me ready to cum. She sat back. 

"Cum on me, baby! Stroke that big, hard cock and paint me with your hot cum!"

I stood over her and jerked my saliva lubricated dick as requested, while she kept a constant stream of filthy encouragement going. I started to grunt and growl, at which point she held her breasts out, tipped her head back, and opened her mouth. 

The first rope of white goo erupted from my cock, landing like a ribbon across her nose, forehead and hair. The next one was parallel but shorter, splashing over her tongue, lips and cheek. She had asked me to 'paint' her, so I did, and by the time I squeezed the last drops from my dick, cum was hanging from her earlobe, nose and chin. It decorated her hair like garlands on a Christmas tree. Globs that had landed on her chest were slowly succumbing to gravity, leaving shiny trails as they oozed downward. Through it all, she smiled under her coating of glaze. 

I was snoring before she returned from her obviously necessary shower, but when I awoke, my darling was cuddled softly next to me in the bed, smiling as she slept. 

"Honey, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?" Becca called. She was sitting out by the pool with a thoughtful look on her face when I approached. There had been many occasions of deep thought on both our behalves since Lizzie had dropped the baby bombshell in our collective laps, so the situation wasn't unique, but the look on her face was slightly different this time. I sat down. 

"Okay Sweetheart, I'm all yours," I said, not yet grasping the irony of the phrase. She smiled. 

"I'm not going to tap dance around this. I want you to marry Lizzie," she said, dropping her own explosive idea in a 'matter of fact' manner. 

Living with these women had left me feeling stunned a lot lately. This was another such occasion. Marry Lizzie? 

"But... and this is not a reflection on Lizzie," I said when I could speak again, "... I don't want to marry Lizzie. I wanted to marry you." 

"I know that," she laughed, "but I don't need you to say 'I do' to know you Love me. Your dedication and fidelity are not, and have never been, in question. I am just proposing that we expand it to include one more. Actually," she corrected herself, "make that two more, counting my grandchild." 

"Funny you should put it that way... 'proposing'... normally the marriage proposal comes from at least one of the people getting married, " I replied. 

"Yeah," she laughed again, "and since when has 'normal' been used in a sentence that describes our relationship?" 

Good point. 

"Look... If we weren't involved, I couldn't think of a finer man to have as a son. My grandchild needs a Father, and Lizzie loves you, almost as much as I do, " she added. "But, since we are involved, and I share you with my daughter, I get to have my cake and eat it too!" 

"So to speak..." I observed. 

"So to speak," she confirmed. "I believe the technical term for a relationship of this sort is 'polyamorous' or 'polyfidelitous', a committed, loving arrangement between three or more partners. That's great for you, me and Lizzie, but I think it would be easier on the child if a more conventional parental relationship was visible to the rest of the world. So, as far as anyone else is concerned, you and Lizzie are married parents, and I am just Grandma."

"You've really thought this through, haven't you?" I asked, amazed. I was still digesting the 'you're going to be a Father' part, and she has the whole thing figured out already. And the weird part is, it actually made sense. Well, about as much sense as anything could in this situation. There seemed to be no better time than now to voice my only concern. 

"Sweetheart, you don't think Lizzie..." I paused, not knowing how to continue. How do you question someone's child's motives? 

"Do I think she did this on purpose?" Becca finished for me, in so doing telling me she'd had the same question come to mind. She shook her head. "I don't think so, but that might just be me being her Mother. I hope not." She thought for a moment, then continued, "I suppose it doesn't really matter anymore, as the baby has changed things. Still, I will have an answer to that question, if only for my personal satisfaction." 

Three days later, when Lizzie arrived, we had to wait a little bit longer for that answer. She was understandably excited about her pregnancy, and we didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm by giving her the third degree. When the time was right, I started the ball rolling. 

"Lizzie, I have a few questions, if that's alright?" She stiffened just a bit, but when Becca stepped behind her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, she relaxed. 

"Okay," she sighed, "ask away." It took about five minutes and a few tears to get the whole truth. The flood gates opened, and everything from the last three years spilled out. 

"Oh boy," she said in a quivering voice, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "I'll tell you everything..."

I was right about her initial flirting behaviour, when we had first met. Even when she knew that I was involved with her Mother, she had intended to steal me away from Becca, at least at first. The seemingly spontaneous 'claiming of me as her boyfriend', at Thanksgiving, had actually been a carefully planned and timed maneuver on her part, designed to get me alone with her. Becca didn't take that news well, and it was the first time I ever saw her upset. 

"Mom, I'm so, so sorry... I made the incorrect assumption that he was using you for sex," She winced when she realized how that sounded, and turned to me, adding "I owe both of you a huge apology. I was wrong about your relationship. As we spent more time together, I could see that. You love each other, and I would never, ever do anything to get in your way." She started to cry again. 

"I feel so ashamed. I don't know what I was thinking," she sobbed. "I know you have no reason to believe me now, but I swear, I didn't get pregnant on purpose. You have to believe me... I need you to believe me!" Her desperation was growing. "I can't do this without you... both of you! I Love You! I swear! "

I looked past Lizzie, making eye contact with Becca. She had softened. While still hurt that her daughter had sought to steal me from her, she was satisfied that the situation had changed, and so had Lizzie's motivation. She nodded. I was also satisfied that this was not part of her plan. I stepped over and held her, which really made her bawl, in relief. 

"That's it, baby, let it out... It's okay... I believe you, " I said quietly, stroking her hair. Becca joined in the group hug. When she did, Lizzie turned within the hug to face her Mother. 

"I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." 

"It's okay, Sweetheart... we'll get past this. I still Love you," Becca cooed softly. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon consoling Lizzie, who was still begging for forgiveness. Our own bombshell could wait until tomorrow. 

At one point, I went to lay down for a little nap. I had barely closed my eyes when I heard a gentle knock on the open door. It was Lizzie. 

"Is it okay if I come in?" she asked meekly. 

"Of course, honey," I said, patting the bed beside me. She took the invitation and cuddled up next to me. Her voice was very quiet, like a child who knows she's in trouble. 

"Mom's pretty mad, isn't she?" Lizzie whispered. 

"I think that's a question for your Mother to answer," I replied. 

"Fair enough. How about you? Are you mad at me?" 

"Am I mad that you got pregnant? No, not mad, just surprised. But, to be honest, I'm a little pissed that you tried to sabotage my relationship with your Mother. That wasn't nice." 

"You're right. I wish I could take it back, but I can't. I need you to believe me that getting pregnant was not a part of that. We've been together, the three of us, for three years now, and I promise you, the thought of taking you away from her hasn't been in my head for a very long time. Once I saw that your feelings for each other were real, that ended. I know I have taken a serious hit to my credibility with both of you, but I swear it's the truth." She was making no effort to divert her eyes as I looked back, leading me to accept her at her word. 

"And then," now she looked down for a second, "along the way, I... um... I fell in Love with you." She continued to look down, and when she finally met my eyes, hers were moist again. 

"I Love You too, Lizzie, and that's why I'm sure we'll get past this. You made a mistake... showed poor judgement... whatever you want to call it. We've all done things that we'd like to erase from our memories. At least this time, no one was hurt," I said. She smiled weakly and nodded. Then she slid closer and kissed me. I didn't feel like she was trying to get around what she had done, just apologize. She's a very good kisser, so I was fine with it, given I had already forgiven her. 

The kiss continued, getting hotter as it went. She moaned softly when I reached up to cradle her left breast in my hand. I squeezed gently, then started to work on the buttons of her blouse. Her slacks were next. I reefed them down and off, followed by her panties. Then I freed my hard cock and crawled on top of her. 

I reached down and guided my dick into her moist slit, driving my full length in quickly. Lizzie gasped, and her eyes opened wide. I grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms over her head as I started to fuck her hard. With one hand I ripped at her bra, pulling it up to reveal her big bouncy tits. She was still looking at me with wild eyes, trying to decide if she liked it this rough or not. 

I still had her wrists held tight with one hand, and was mauling her breasts with the other, while I kept pounding into her cunt without mercy. Her decision was finally made ; she did like it rough. Her legs came up around my waist, and she started voicing her approval. 

"Oh fuck, YES! I'm so sorry I was a bad girl... punish me... FUCK ME! FUCK ME SO HARD!... I deserve it... Fuck me, FUCK ME, FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE!" she screeched as she came, gushing juices that dripped from my balls as I neared my own orgasm. Another few dozen crushing strokes later, I exploded inside her, grunting loudly myself as she screamed. I collapsed on top of her, mashing her big boobs between us. We both gasped for air, and I released her wrists. She immediately wrapped her arms around me, cooing softly in my ear. "I Love You... I'm so sorry... Please forgive me..." I kissed her. 

"Well, I guess you two have kissed and made up!" came Becca's sultry voice. She was leaning against the open doorframe, looking at us with a big smile on her face. 

I wondered how long she had been there watching, not that it mattered. 

"Nice job," she laughed, "you really fucked the shit out of her! Did you tell her she's getting married?" 

"Uh... What?" Lizzie asked, a more than slightly confused look on her face. 

Becca came into the room. I was still laying on top of Lizzie, so I pulled my wilted noodle out of her pussy and let her up. She made a quick pit stop in the bathroom, then returned for her explanation. Becca ran down the whole plan... Marry me... All three of us live together, but Becca 'officially' lives in guest room... Polyfidelity... etc. Lizzie listened intently, and when her Mother was finished, she looked at me and smiled. 

"Only my Mother could come up with something as elegantly simple and completely logical as this!" she giggled, shaking her head. "Mom, I Love You! You're brilliant! I thank you for trusting me enough to do this, especially since I almost tried to steal your man." 

"Okay, okay, that's water under the bridge, so let's stop bringing it up, shall we? Clean slate and all that." Becca put her foot down, ending conversation on the topic. It was one of the things I Loved about her. 

Later that afternoon, I was outside by the pool, when I suddenly realized that I hadn't seen either Becca or Lizzie for quite some time. I went searching, with a fair idea of where I would find them. I was right. 

This time it was my turn to watch from the open doorway, as the two women I loved enthusiastically made up... and made out. While I watched them lick each other's pussies in a spectacular 69, I counted off the erotic pleasures and fantasies that I had checked off since meeting Becca a little over three years ago. 

Let's see... Sleep with hot MILF... check. Watch two women getting it on... watching it right now, so... check. Two women at once... check. Twins... well not really, but virtually, so... check again. Mother and daughter... certainly, check. Sex in public... at the football game, check. 

My list was cut short as my ladies reached nearly simultaneous screaming orgasms, and Becca rolled off, smiling through a slick of Lizzie's delicious juices when she saw me standing in the doorway. 

Lizzie did have a price to pay, however, for getting pregnant. There would be no storybook, Princess wedding. There simply wasn't time. She had done the home pregnancy test, and was only a couple of weeks along, so doing this quickly would be best. With that in mind, we had a simple civil ceremony the next week, pulling a couple of strings to get it done that early. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 04



So now I was going to be a Dad, and I was also a newlywed ... married to my girlfriend's daughter, with the consent of both the girlfriend and the daughter... without being forced to give up the girlfriend. Polyamory was sounding good. 

You know that tradition... where the husband carries the bride over the threshold? I had to do it twice. Once with 'my' Lizzie, and a second time, symbolically, with MY Becca. Since we had just embarked on our new, polyfidelitous path, it seemed appropriate, as did the honeymoon night threesome that followed. 

I discovered that I was at a serious disadvantage when both of them were sexually hungry, as they were that night. They fucked me senseless, taking shifts riding my cock, tagging in and out gleefully like a couple of wrestling divas in a handicap match. They made me cum until there was nothing but dust left in my balls, or so it felt. Not a bad way to die, if that's my destiny. 

The next move was to move, literally. Becca's house was great, and big enough for a family of four, as long as three of them weren't adults. It had a wonderful yard, and of course, the pool was a big plus. It was long since paid for, and was valued at several times its purchase price. We had talked about this before, and agreed that selling was an option, but that was before Lizzie got pregnant. Now it was a no-brainer. 

"I have only one concern. When we do this," Becca said evenly, "the three of us will reap the benefits of the sale, right?" I agreed. "Well, even though he's an obnoxious ass sometimes, Clay is still my son. He should see something from the proceeds." 

"Okay," I replied, "so how about we set some aside and invest it on his behalf. Given a chance to grow, it will more than make up for us using it now. Until you pass, it would be your house and your decision on what to do anyway, so he shouldn't be expecting anything now, anyway." 

Our timing was nearly perfect. A forced sale in a suburb about twenty minutes away was brought to my attention that week by a friend in the real estate market. Over a thousand square feet bigger, with an even larger yard, a pool, and a detached guest house, it filled all our needs. Sold! 

Becca's house went quickly as well, enabling us to move before Lizzie entered her second trimester. There were a few tears from both of my ladies at leaving the home that had been part of their lives for so long, but the excitement of the new house tempered the sadness enough to allow for smiles as we directed the movers through their delivery. I had a feeling there would be some serious fucking happening that night, and I was right. 

The moving truck was scarcely at the end of the driveway before both Becca and Lizzie had discarded their clothing, and started prancing around the house naked. I was totally unprepared for the effect pregnancy was having on my 'wife', and her body, besides the obvious one. Her breasts, for example. I knew they would get bigger. As ridiculous as it seems, given she started out a DD, I actually looked forward to them getting bigger, but I had no idea. 

"Elizabeth Anne Wellington-Smith!" Becca laughed when she saw Lizzie naked, "Your breasts are huge!" She stood next to Lizzie and put her arm around her daughter's shoulder, placing her own major melons next to Lizzie's newly expanded pair. There was no question ; the new champion was Lizzie. Not only had she surpassed her Mother's F-cup wonders by a noticeable margin, but her nipples had attained a length and thickness that boggled my mind. She was now a G-cup, and was barely beginning to show, having sprouted with astonishing speed. 

"When I was breastfeeding Clayton, I was spilling out of an H-cup nursing bra, so don't be surprised if you get even bigger, young lady." 

I knew there was more to come, which was a double edged sword for me ; I wanted to play with my new toys, but I also knew how uncomfortable she was. At least I was able to help us both by massaging her sore, bloated boobs with oil. It eased her discomfort, helped reduce the possibility of stretch marks, and got us both really hot and bothered. She liked me to cum on her tits even more now, citing studies that said it made the skin more elastic. Old wives tale or not, the sight of her rubbing my prodigious load into her breasts was becoming a favourite past time. 

Anyway... I digress. Once the breast show was complete, and the ladies had divested me of my clothing, they took turns leading me by the hard dick from room to room for a quick fuck. A few minutes of energetic screwing among the forest of boxes, and it was off to the next room for a repeat performance with one or the other of my busty, red-headed sexpots. Four bedrooms, three and a half baths, the living room, kitchen and dining room... even the pool deck... all were 'christened' in this manner. Becca's tits were the closest when I was ready to cum, and I gave her quite the frosting job, which she immediately transferred to Lizzie by rubbing her gooey jugs all over Lizzie's chest. I almost came again right there. 

It took us a couple of weeks to get everything unpacked, and along the way, we discovered a few aspects of both the guest house and main house that needed updating, and one piece of furniture that needed replacement. 

Even a king-sized bed is a bit tight for three adults, especially when one is a big guy like me. We found a local company that was willing to build us a custom sized memory-foam monster almost nine feet square. It was an absolute bitch to get into the house, getting wedged in doorways and stuck on the stairs, but the delivery guys managed to wrangle it into place. 

While the contractor was fixing the plumbing and electrical, I had him run an extra conduit between the houses. 

Becca had mentioned several times that she liked to watch, especially when she wasn't able to participate for 'female reasons'. With that in mind, we had a squadron of cameras installed in the master bedroom, and one in the nursery as well. I know we could have done it all wirelessly, but somehow, that gave me pause. I thought that images of the three of us in flagrante delicto floating around the neighborhood, waiting for some smart-ass kid with a laptop to hack in, was a less than desirable idea. Thus the conduit, and a hard line connecting the cameras to the monitor. 

One afternoon, Lizzie and I were laying down on our new, huge bed. We were just talking, while I alternately rested my hand on her baby-bump and toyed with her massive boobs gently. We were both still fully dressed. The small intercom on the bedside table crackled to life. 

"This is the most boring program I've ever seen!" Becca's voice chirped teasingly. "If I wanted to see two people talking in bed, I could watch reruns of the Brady Bunch. Let's see some skin! Let's see some action! Work with me, people!" she laughed, doing her Hollywood director impression. We laughed too. "Do I need to come up there and show you how it's done?" 

Within minutes, we heard footsteps on the stairs, and cast our gaze toward the doorway. I wasn't prepared for what I saw. 

Becca's long, sexy leg, complete with six inch stiletto, wrapped suggestively around the jamb. It slid up and down a few times, then disappeared, replaced by a hand clad in a purple satin glove. Finally she swung into view. It was... Jessica Rabbit! Well, Becca Rabbit, at least. 

With her long red hair, big tits and long legs, Becca was a natural fit for the costume. The strapless red satin dress fit her like a second skin, cradling her full boobs, and displaying them wonderfully. The side slits, all the way to the hip, showed her strong, shapely legs, along with teasing glimpses of her ass. She stood, hands on hips, wiggling her butt à la Mae West. 

If I were a cartoon character, I believe my reaction would have been "Boing! Boing! Hubba Hubba!" while my eyes popped out of my head and klaxons sounded. As it was, my dick was popping out of my pants. 

"You know how Jessica says she's 'not bad, just drawn that way'?" Becca purred in her sultry voice. "Well... I AM bad... so, who wants to be bad with me?" 

Ooooooo! Pick me! Pick me! my inner voice yelled. I glanced over at Lizzie, who was smiling from ear to ear, and she gestured to me. 

"He's all yours 'Jessica'. Fuck him unconscious. I'll just watch." 

That seemed to be exactly what Becca wanted to hear, because she moved gracefully across the room toward me, a wanton look in her eyes. 

She wasn't going to need to ask me twice. Or even once, actually. I quickly hopped up off the bed and met her halfway, wrapping her in a firm embrace. Those stilettos brought her almost to equal height, and I took full advantage, grabbing her ass with both hands. I pulled her tight, grinding my hard dick into her, and kissing her bright red, pouty lips. I could see why Roger Rabbit had married Jessica, if Becca's version was any indication. As it was, I was more than happy with the luscious creature that I currently held. 

The dress was so smooth and slippery. I relished the feel of her toned, athletic ass under the silky fabric. Her big tits felt pretty good sliding across my chest, too. She pulled her lips away from mine, and pushed me over backwards onto the bed. She grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, licking her lips when my stiff cock jumped out at her. She immediately engulfed it. The sight of her lipstick covered lips sliding up and down my shaft was intensely erotic, and she left a red ring about three-quarters of the way down that marked her maximum reach. 

Becca withdrew with a smack of her lips, hitched the hem of her dress up, and squatted over me, spearing herself smoothly. She undulated her hips, grinding down to the hilt of my cock. Lizzie was leaning back against the headboard, watching her Mother impale her cunt, while gently circling her own clit with two fingers. 

"That's no rabbit dick up my pussy," she laughed, "Thank God! I love your big, hard cock stretching my cunt wide open! It feels so fucking good!" She was bouncing up and down with a quick rhythm that made her lovely boobs quiver enticingly inside the neckline of her dress. There was a layer of satin in my way, so I tried to reach behind her to unzip it, but I couldn't quite reach. It was actually Lizzie who completed the task, pulling the zipper down and peeling the dress down to reveal her Mother's remarkable breasts. 

"Thank you, dear," I said. Sometimes, the surreal nature of this relationship still surprised me. I had just thanked my pregnant wife for exposing the breasts of my lover, who just happened to be my wife's Mother. Like I said... Surreal. 

Now that I had access, I made use of it, with Becca's help. I think I may have mentioned this before, but it bears repeating. She absolutely, positively, unswervingly LOVED getting her nipples sucked while fucking. I admit, I never have and never would view it as an onerous task, so when she pressed her magnificent mammaries to my face, I leapt at the chance, latching on and going to town. 

It didn't take long before she was huffing and puffing in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. I hadn't cum yet, so I asked Becca to lay down. I had a sudden urge to fuck her tits, which she seemed delighted about. I straddled her chest and put my cock in place, while she held her breasts around it. 

"I really wish my boobs weren't so sore, because I'd like you to do that to me, too," Lizzie said as I started to slide back and forth in the heavenly embrace of her Mother's cleavage. The sensations pushed me over the edge after only a few more minutes, and I gave Becca a pearl necklace to go with her gown. 

We all slept very well that night, snuggled together blissfully in the same bed. The guest house, while officially Becca's residence, would only get used when someone needed some space, at least until the baby was old enough to notice that Mommy, Daddy and Grandma were all sleeping in the same bed. Thankfully, that would be a few years away. 

Lizzie was now in her eighth month, and her belly was getting pretty big. A little north of her belly, she was gargantuan. Becca had been right about her boobs growing even more, and she filled the H-cup bra she was currently wearing to near capacity. Her previously relatively slender frame was simply not meant to handle that much weight on her chest, resulting in back aches that had her spending extra time in bed. I enjoyed looking after her. 

I walked into the bedroom one afternoon to find her sitting up, both enormous breasts bare. She was cradling her left breast in her hand, while her right hand toyed with the nipple, which stood an inch tall and as thick as my pinkie. A few drops of sticky yellowish fluid formed threads from her fingertips to her nipple, and she was smiling a devilish little smile. I stopped and smiled back. 

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked hopefully. Was I about to check off another fantasy item? 

"I'm afraid so," she sighed, "please be gentle. I'm still pretty sore but, yes, the bar is open." She licked her fingers, tasting the sticky sweetness of her colostrum. "Mmmm... It's good." She rolled on her hip and laid back, offering herself to me. 

Oh goody goody goody! I laid down beside her and took a gentle grip on her nipple with my lips. She directed me to open wider, encompassing as much of her engorged areola as possible, which I did gladly, and then to begin suckling. It took a few seconds, but more of the delicious fluid slowly began to ooze out. 

"Oh fuck, that's it... nice and gentle... It feels so good."

It was just a little appetizer, and really, I was just cleaning up the leaks, but I still enjoyed it. The real fun would come when she was full of milk. 

"Now you did it... I'm horny," she whispered when I finished. "I don't suppose I could ask you to fuck me. I know I'm not very attractive now, being all fat and bloated, but I could really use some of that big cock. Please?" 

"First of all," I laughed, "you're not fat. You are beautiful, and I Love You. Of course I'll fuck you!" 

It took five pillows and a couple of minutes to engineer a place for Lizzie on the bed. With her in the classic doggy position, I stacked and stuffed pillows into a formation that left space for her giant tits to hang, while protecting her belly and supporting her head. I took my spot behind her. Since her pussy was engorged and constantly dripping wet due to her soup of elevated hormones, I slipped in easily, but still entered gently until she was acclimated. 

"Oh yes, that's it... Feels so fucking good! Now, don't worry about the baby. You can pound me as hard as you want to like this. In fact," she grinned over her shoulder at me, "I bet you can't make me cum four times before you squirt in me."

Did she just challenge me to fuck her to four orgasms? Four? I have been reading all sorts of stuff on how a woman's body changes during pregnancy, and increased libido is one of them with some women. Also noted is an increase in the pleasure of orgasm, and possibility of multiples. Lizzie already was multi orgasmic, as was Becca. I could be in trouble. 

I took up the challenge, starting slowly, and using a combination of long and short strokes. I also varied my rhythm, fast to slow, keeping her guessing, and keeping her vocal. 

"That's so good... Oh yes, baby... Yes, faster!... Oh... Oh!... Oh, you bastard, don't tease me!... Oh please! Please!... Give it to me!... No!... No, don't stop!" 

I had come to a complete stop, with just the head of my cock still inside her. She was whimpering and pleading for me to jam it back in, while trying to push herself back onto me. I had a firm grip on her hips, and held her in position. I looked down at the exposed portion of my dick, coated with a thick, shiny layer of her abundant juices. She was begging now. I lifted one hand and smacked her ass. 

"Oh god yes!... Harder!" Smack. "Yes! More!" Smack, smack, SMACK. "Oh fuck yes! More you..." SMACK, SMACK, "... MOTHERFUCKER! FUCK!... FUCK!... FUCK ME!.. GIMME THAT BIG FUCKING COCK!" 

I had rested long enough. Grabbing her hips again, I started to throttle her, slamming long, full strokes into her sopping cunt with a loud slap each time I drove it home. 

"Uh huh... Uh huh... Oh yeah! That's it!... Oh yes, oh yes, oh YES!... Oh FUCK YES!... MY GOD, YES!... OH PLEASE DON'T STOP NOW... I'M CUMMMMMMMING!" she shrieked. I felt her body pulsate as her pleasure overtook her. That's one. 

I slowed down, conserving energy and getting a grip on my own excitement level. I can't help it; she challenged me, and I don't like to lose, even to her, and even if 'losing' meant reaching orgasm early. 

Lizzie was gasping and panting, mumbling platitudes and 'thank you's. I started up again. SMACK! 

"Oh! Oww! You fucker!... Fuck my cunt... That's it... Fuck me good... Oh yes... Yes!.. Yes!"

Her ass was glowing red, and I didn't want to really hurt her, so I looked for another trigger. She did sometimes like it quite rough, probably because she knew she was safe. She knew I wouldn't cross the line to real pain. 

I collected a handful of her long, red hair and gave it a tug, while pounding her pussy deeply. She was making wet sucking noises when I pulled back, that's how drenched she was. 

"Pull my hair! PULL it!... God yes, like that!... Pull my fucking hair hard and fuck me, you bastard!... FUCK ME!" 

I had her head pulled up, like reigning in a horse, and she was loving it. Orgasm number two hit her like a freight train, and tears streamed down her cheeks while she screamed with glee. I released her hair, allowing her to collapse forward, but this time I kept fucking her smoothly, hoping I could push her over the top again. 

"Oh god, oh yes... yes... yes..." she whispered, hoarse from screaming and nearly wiped out. Here bangs were glued to her forehead by sweat. 

I was running out of gas myself, but... That's it! Her butt! 

Lubrication was in abundant supply and within easy reach, so I spread a little on her tightly puckered back door, and pressed my thumb in slowly, while continuing to shaft her cunt briskly. 

"Oh! Oh you... you fucking... Oh fuck!... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhn!.. AHHHHHN!... OHHHH YESSSS!" Her voice was muffled as she buried her face in the pillow and screeched. That's three. 

I was sweating now myself, and she was moaning softly. I couldn't be sure, since she was still face down in the pillow, but it sounded like 'uncle'. She turned her head. 

"God... No more, please... You win... Can't... take any... more... Just cum in me... cum in me, now." 

Oh thank God she's giving up, because I can't possibly hold back any longer. My pressure guage was pegged, off the scale, so it only took a few more hard strokes for me to let loose. I came so hard my fillings hurt. 

"Yes baby, fill my cunt with your hot cum. That's it. That's it." She sighed contentedly and smiled at me over her shoulder. 

I flopped down beside her, looking into her eyes. She started to giggle. 

"Your cum is dripping out, and it tickles my clit!" 

The intercom crackled. "Now that's more like it! Made me cum twice!" 

We all had to laugh at that. 

Baby day approacheth. 

Being a doctor herself, Lizzie knew that she made a lousy patient, but agreed with her OB-GYN when she was told a cesarean delivery would be best for the baby. On the upside, and from my own selfish point of view, her pussy would remain undamaged, and still fabulously snug. It also allowed for a definitive schedule to be drawn up. 

So it was on the chosen day that we all went to the hospital for the birth of Jessica Anne Wellington-Smith, named after Becca's Grandmother and Mother, not Roger Rabbit's wife. She weighed seven pounds, six ounces. 

And she had red hair. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 04



Now there were three of them. 

Oh no.



Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 05



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***** 

Jessica, or Jessi as she quickly became known, was a delightful child, sleeping well right from the start. She was as cute as hell, and I loved her dearly. I was also green with envy. 

You see, she always got first dibs at the buffet, also known as Lizzie's monster tits. Lucky kid. 

It's not like I never had a chance. I spent plenty of time moored to one of Lizzie's nipples, drinking my fill eagerly, but Jessi had first priority, as many as ten or twelve times a day at the beginning. 

Even though the c-section had saved her pussy from the ravages of childbirth, it would be about eight weeks before Lizzie was up to having sex again, so I had to 'settle' for Becca's charms in the meantime, often while Lizzie watched and masturbated. 

On one such occasion, a few weeks after Jessi's arrival, Becca and I were fucking each other silly, when we heard Lizzie scream. Both of us looked in her direction, to see her fingering her snatch wildly as she came. It wasn't her fingers that caught our immediate attention, however. 

She was laying flat on her back, and her giant, engorged tits were pointing straight up, crowned by her spire-like nipples. Twin fountains of breast milk squirted upwards as her orgasm triggered a massive let down. 

Becca and I cast amazed looks at each other, and scrambled quickly across the bed. We each excitedly encircled a spurting nipple and sucked, gulping down her delicious milk, which I assume, came as a pleasant surprise to her. She moaned loudly, placed a hand on the back of our heads and pulled both of us tighter to her breasts. We suckled dutifully, and Lizzie began to squirm under our attentions. 

"Oh god, yes... Both of you... Suck my huge tits dry!... So good! So... Uhnnn!... Uh-huh... Oh yes, Yes, YES! CUMMING!" Her shriek of joy actually woke the baby, bringing an end to our festivities abruptly. Becca was the one who raced off to check on Jessi, while Lizzie panted in post orgasmic recovery. 

Becca and I quickly developed a taste for Lizzie's milk. When she was really full, her milk was just tasty, but got richer and more delicious as her breasts were drained. I eagerly volunteered to be leader of the 'let down squad', and along with my beloved partner Becca, we performed our duties with maniacal devotion. 

I wasn't the only one who found suckling Lizzie a highly arousing task. I came home from the office one day to find Lizzie on the pool deck. Her Mother was latched onto her left nipple, having already drained the right. Both women were masturbating furiously, and Becca was the first to cum. 

When she did, she had to pause her sucking action and pull back to let out a muted squeal, just as Lizzie hit her peak. Milk sprayed out, dousing Becca's face and hair, and dripping down her neck. Becca got her mouth back in place as soon as possible, finishing the job, and only after she was done did either of them notice that I was standing there, with a massive bulge in my pants. They looked at each other and smiled, before Lizzie crooked her finger at me, urging me forward. 

In one of the most incredibly erotic and arousing blowjobs I had ever seen or felt, the two of them did a tandem suck, which they had done before. What really set this one apart was Lizzie's special touch. She did her shift, sucking me with her usual mind-blowing skill, but before she handed me off to her Mother, she squeezed her nipple, spraying milk all over my cock. Becca eagerly licked it off, then sucked me for a few strokes. Lizzie was still in position, poised for a repeat, so Becca held me out. Lizzie's milk coated my shaft and her Mother's hand with sweet, creamy icing, making Becca moan in delight as she plunged my cock into her mouth. She passed me off to her daughter, who reapplied the glaze before she swallowed my dick. Back and forth they went, with Lizzie doing her paint job each time. 

It felt amazing, but it looked even hotter, and it made me cum huge, deep in Lizzie's mouth. There was a donut of milk froth around her mouth, scraped off my cock by her lips. Becca looked a little disappointed that I hadn't cum in her mouth, but she didn't know about Lizzie's other trick. Neither did I. 

I assumed she was swallowing my load, but she wasn't. When I finished spewing, she pulled back, keeping her lips tightly wrapped around my cock, until she could tip her head back a little. While her Mother and I watched in awe, she pushed a little of my jism out with her tongue. It oozed over her lips and down her chin, mixing with the milk residue. Becca and I both moaned loudly, but she was the one who leapt in, using her tongue to scrape up and consume the gooey mess from her daughter's face. Lizzie pushed more out, and her Mother cleaned up again. Eventually, they just locked into an ultra-sexy open mouthed kiss, trading the remnants of my cum back and forth. A final bout of tongue bathing, and they both sat back, smiling up at me. 

My cock had flagged slightly after I shot my wad, but the sight of my ladies trading my cum so passionately remedied that immediately, and I was rock hard again. 

Moments later, I was fucking Becca doggy style on the grass. The deck was too hard on her knees. Lizzie, not one to be left out if she could help it, pulled her lounger over, parking in front of her Mother. She laid back and spread her legs wide, an invitation that Becca was only too happy to accept. 

So, I was pounding Becca, who was grunting and moaning, while fervently licking her own daughter's juicy cunt. Lizzie was harmonizing nicely, and playing with her nipples, which were squirting and spraying milk all over herself. This time, Lizzie came first, I pumped Becca's pussy full of spunk, and Becca brought up the rear, so to speak, all within a few seconds of each other. 

*****

Once her c-section incision had healed, Lizzie was back in the game, and she was insatiable. Five weeks prior to delivery and eight more after made more than three months since she had been fucked. Horny simply doesn't do it justice. 

She threw me down on the bed and climbed aboard, stuffing my rampant cock up her gash without any ceremony. Thirteen weeks without benefit of my cock stretching her cunt had restored almost virginal tightness to her moist depths, but she was a woman possessed, pounding up and down with furious desperation. I laid back and watched her with rapt attention, transfixed by her huge, bouncing breasts and flying red hair. She was biting her lip, trying to control the volume of her cries. Jessi was asleep, and Mommy wanted her to stay that way. 

She leaned forward, dragging her erect nipples across my chest on the way toward kissing me passionately. When she sat back up and arched her back, her breasts started to leak, dripping milk in tiny rivulets that ran over the bulging lower curves of her boobs, and down her torso. She kept bouncing her voluptuous body on my hard dick, panting and moaning quietly. She leaned forward again, with both hands on my shoulders. While her hands kept me from reaching her breasts for a refreshing drink, tilting forward did bring her clit into contact with the base of my cock. She gasped and grunted as she sought release by rubbing hard against me. Finally, she threw her head back and let loose a silent scream. 

Her nipples opened up, and warm milk began to squirt all over the place, raining down on me like a white monsoon. It was messy, surprising, and highly erotic, making me cum with a loud grunt, filling her pussy to overflowing. 

Her orgasm drained her, literally, and she dropped limply on my chest, breathing heavily. I could feel what I assumed was my cum oozing out of her twitching cunt, and dripping down my balls. Warm, sticky milk trickled across my ribs, puddling on the sheets. We were a mess. 

Becca suddenly raced into the room, disappearing into the bathroom. She reappeared with warm cloths and towels. 

"I saw it... I saw it," she laughed, pointing at one of the eight tiny cameras and handing me a washcloth, while she mopped up some of the milk that was still on the surface of the sheets. I wiped the glaze from my face. Lizzie was still laying on my chest, and hadn't moved since she crashed. Becca buzzed around the bed, towels flying, and finally settled next to me. She stroked Lizzie's hair and dabbed at her brow. 

She moaned quietly, and her eyes fluttered, opening at last. She smiled. 

"Hi baby," I whispered, "you okay?" 

"Mmmm hmmm." She lifted her head. "Sorry about the mess." 

A few minutes later, we were in the shower together, washing the sticky residue off our bodies. Becca took advantage of our absence to change the sheets. The dirty set went into the laundry immediately, as we only had two sets of custom-made sheets for the giant, custom-made bed. We would need more. There were still several months of lactation and group sex ahead of us. 

We discovered that breast milk had several uses, beside feeding Jessi. 

For one, it made a great titty-fucking lubricant, in sufficient quantities. In a similar vein it also made for a great handjob. Lizzie had taken to a 'clothing optional' mindset during the summer months, and I got plenty of special attention from her while she was resting by the pool. At least outside, the inevitable mess was easier to clean up. 

*****

Lizzie and I had a conversation one day, about six months after Jessi's birth, that made life less stressful for all of us, eventually. Ever the sly one, she chose to broach the subject while I was busy providing my daily let down service, which meant my mouth was full and unable to respond. 

"Honey... I think one baby is enough for me," she began. I was just getting to her really yummy 'hind milk', so I wasn't about to release her nipple to ask questions. Another minute, and she tapped me on the head, our signal that I had relieved the uncomfortable pressure sufficiently. I detached, licking off the residual fluids from her inch-long nipple. 

"Continue," I said, moving to her other, fully engorged breast, which was leaking slightly. "I'm listening." I latched on to this nipple and began to suckle. 

"Oh fuck, that's good baby. This one's really full. Anyway, as I was saying, I don't really need to have another child... " She paused, and I didn't know if her silence was planned, or in response to the pleasure I was giving her." Oh shit, that feels so good. Harder. Suck it harder! You're going to make me cum!" I did as she asked, increasing my suction, and felt her shudder as she had a gentle orgasm. The flood gates opened, and her breast pumped milk into my mouth as fast as I could swallow. She finally gave me the tap. 

I sat up, wiping my chin with the back of my hand. Lizzie was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, with a slightly glazed look in her eyes. She cupped her breasts in both hands, hefting them, then patting them. 

"Thank you, Sweetheart," she breathed, "and... Thank you, Sweetheart! That was wonderful." 

"I live to serve," I laughed, licking my lips while staring at her big tits. She laughed again. "So, if I understand what you're saying... you don't want any more kids, planned, or more importantly, unplanned. Does that pretty much cover it?" 

"You always know what I'm saying, even if I don't always say it," she replied, smiling and leaning forward to kiss me. 

"I assume you know someone who would perform the job?" I asked, making the 'snip snip' motion with my scissor fingers. 

"I can make some calls, yes. When?" 

"As soon as possible, I guess, before I think about it too much!" I blurted. She hugged me. 

"You know it's perfectly safe, right? And you'll be able to fuck Mom and I with no worries. No more pills..." she comforted me, listing the benefits. 

"Yeah baby, I know. But no guy likes to think about someone with a knife going near his balls," I laughed. 

"Well," she said quietly, giving me a coy look and a little grin, "how do you feel about half-naked, big-boobed redheads going near your balls? 

"Hmmm, I think I might risk it." 

Lizzie laughed and pushed me onto my back. A few seconds later, my shorts were on the floor across the room, and she had swallowed my softie, intent on making it a stiffy. Cocksucking was one of her best tricks, and as good as Becca was at it, Lizzie was even better. 

Her lips were nestled in my pubes, and the full length of my rapidly hardening cock was down her throat. She started her head-bobbing, deep-throat technique, sucking me furiously. She knew exactly what I liked, and was providing it in spades. 

"Oh yes baby... You suck my cock soooooooooo good." She moaned, and increased her pace. Her mouth was making that wet, slurping noise that a really good blowjob makes, and it was driving me crazy. My hips started an instinctive, involuntary pumping action, and I put one hand on top of her head, fucking her mouth. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!... Yes baby... suck it like that! You're gonna make me cum, baby!" She moaned loudly, sucking harder. "Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes... Yes!... YES! I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR MOUTH! OH YESSSSSSS!" 

Lizzie pumped her hand in a blur, moaning, gulping and swallowing as I blew a huge load down her throat. When she had extracted everything I had to give, she released me, letting me fall back weakly onto the bed. My head lolled to one side, and I saw Becca standing in the door, watching. She had a big smile on her face. 

"Wow!" she giggled. Lizzie turned when she heard her Mother's voice. 

"Oh, Hi Mom! Good news... No more birth control. My darling husband has consented to have a vasectomy!" 

A few days later, it was done. My balls ached for days, and I found a new use for bags of frozen peas, but it passed. Once the lab confirmed that I was free of 'swimmers', the girls ditched the remainder of their pills. 

*****

Jessi's need for her Mother's milk trailed off midway through her second year, and she was weaned shortly after. Weaning me was a little more difficult, and my interest in Lizzie's breasts kept her milk flowing for another couple of months after Jessi was done. 

There was this one day, during the 'Lizzie's tits are mine' period. It was a nice warm day, but it was raining out. Since when should a little precipitation stop us from getting it on? Rain or not, Lizzie was riding my cock as I laid back in the poolside lounger. She was playfully squirting me as she bounced, but the rain was washing the milk away as fast as she could squeeze it out. Her long hair was soaked, hanging in wet ropes around her face, where it framed her long, raindrop adorned eyelashes. She was stunningly beautiful, as usual, even more so when she was cumming, and she was doing that for the second time in the last five minutes. 

I watched her shake and quiver from below. My eyes were drawn to her nipples, where a combination of milk and raindrops dripped off the inch-long tips. I reached up and grabbed her left breast with both hands, pinching the engorged nipple with my thumbs while pressing on the top curve with all eight fingers. 

Wow! The resulting flow wasn't a squirt, and it wasn't a spray... It was a geyser! Even though I was over a foot away, it still hit me in the face. I did it again, adjusting my aim, and this one went right in my mouth. Every time I squeezed her tit, Lizzie groaned loudly, and ground her clit against my cock. I expressed about eight good shots before the flow dropped to a trickle. 

Well, if it worked on her left breast, it should work on the right, so I switched and squeezed. Bingo! Right down the hatch. Lizzie was moaning, grinding and wiggling her tongue at me. 

"Gimme some! Don't be a boob-hog!" she hissed. "I want some." 

I didn't want to waste her delicious cream trying to direct it into her mouth, so I squeezed out four shots into my mouth, and transferred it to her during a passionate kiss. She made yummy noises the whole time, ending it by sucking on my tongue. I took advantage of her position to latch on and drink the rest of her supply. She had another shuddering orgasm just as I finished. 

The rain started falling harder, then harder still, and was accompanied by a few rumbles of thunder, but we weren't giving up yet. I took the top position and started to fuck her hard, while she peeked up at me through the raindrops, smiling the whole time. The rain was pelting down, making Lizzie sputter through her panting breaths, but at no point did she indicate anything but willing participation. 

I pounded her cunt for about another five minutes. Normally, when we're having sex in the backyard, we kept our volume levels low, so the neighbors, as remote as they were, wouldn't hear. In this rain, no one would be listening, and the sound wouldn't carry, anyway. That was good, because she was screaming. 

"OH FUCK... OH FUCK... OH FUCK, YES!... FUCK ME HARD!... FUCK ME!... FUCK ME!.. FUCK ME!... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!" 

About five seconds after she started to scream, the heavens answered, in the form of an earsplitting thunderclap. Lizzie jumped, but was too far into her shrieking orgasm to stop. I screamed as well while I emptied my balls into her twat. She pulled me closer, and I could feel her shivering. Whether it was the cool rain or the thunder, it appeared our time was up. 

We headed inside to find Grandma comforting a scared Jessi who had been woken from her nap by the thunder, or our screams, hopefully the former. We scooted past them, directly into the shower, where warm water and a position in my arms stopped Lizzie's shivers. We made out, tongue-wrestling under the shower head, for ten minutes, before finally departing. We dried off and curled up in bed, continuing to kiss for a while, until sleep took us both. 

There were several more milk-soaked sessions of lovemaking, but I knew I couldn't ask her to put up with the discomfort of her giant, heavy breasts forever. Once my demand ceased, she dried up quickly. 

Lizzie had been joining her Mother in the pool for quite some time, ever since her incision had healed. They exercised together, and soon enough, the weight Lizzie had gained during pregnancy melted away, leaving her as lean and fit as before, if not more so. A couple of pounds did remain, but they were welcome additions, residing in her breasts, which had reverted from the massive H-cups she had while breastfeeding, to a more manageable but still spectacular F-cup. She now matched her Mother perfectly, and the lingerie collection that had previously been Becca's alone became a shared commodity. 

*****

We had decided, well before Jessi arrived, that we would need to revert to a more 'normal' sleeping arrangement when she was old enough to notice what was happening. Well, that day was fast approaching. Jessi was mobile, toddling around the house. It looked like our days, and more specifically our nights, as a threesome, were numbered. 

The transition would be hardest on Becca, as she would be exiled to the guest house, while Mommy and Daddy still got to sleep together. We might still get the occasional opportunity to reunite, but those would be few and far between. It would fall to me, to keep Becca satisfied with solo visits, while Lizzie kept an eye on our daughter. 

Our last night sleeping together, we knew it was the last one for quite some time, and we weren't going to waste any of it. 

I got home from a client appointment at their home, and walked into a very quiet house. Jessi was in bed, asleep, as she should have been. Becca and Lizzie were in bed, not sleeping, as they should have been. I went upstairs and found them, propped up by pillows, in opposite corners of her bed. They were facing each other, and masturbating furiously. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 05



"Is there something I should know about?" I asked. 

"Time out," Becca called, stopping her motions. Lizzie stopped as well. "We're having a little contest, to see who gets to have you first. If she wins, she gets you, and if I win, I do." 

"Win? How?" I queried. "Doing what?"

"First one to cum wins. No faking it, on the honour system," she answered. 

"Well then, don't let me stop you. Get to it." 

Becca called time in, and they both redoubled their efforts, fingering themselves madly. I ditched my clothing, and took a seat to wait for the victor and her freshly dampened pussy, whomever it would be. Either way, I had the feeling that I was going to be the real winner tonight. 

I tried not to take sides, and given the similarities between their incredible bodies, there really was little to choose between them. 

As if on cue, Becca started to pant and moan, mere seconds before Lizzie started her own version, which was more like a squeal and puff. In the end, it was Becca by a nose, as she screamed and twitched through a nice orgasm, raising her arm in triumph. Lizzie finished her own orgasm, and pouted at having lost. 

Becca spun on her hip, and took her place between her daughter's thighs, then peeked over her shoulder and wiggled her rump at me. Lizzie seemed pleased enough with her consolation prize, and relaxed while her Mother ate her pussy gently. I positioned myself behind Becca, and slipped the full length of my cock smoothly into her juicy snatch. 

I tried to be as fair as possible, 'spreading the love', so to speak. At first, when I had lots of energy, it was one orgasm for Becca, then one for Lizzie. Some doggy for Lizzie ; the same for Becca. Back and forth, position for position. I genuinely wanted to please both of them equally, because I loved both of them equally. One may have been my wife legally, but in my heart, they both were. 

We went at it for nearly two hours. The frequent position and partner changes kept me from cumming, but it was still draining me physically. Finally, the girls took pity on me, and finished me off, leaving me in a crumpled heap in the middle of the bed. 

We slept as one, cuddled into a ball under the sheets. I was really going to miss having both of them in my arms all night, every night, but I knew that splitting up was the right thing to do, for Jessi's sake. At least Becca wasn't really leaving, as she would only be a few yards away, in the backyard, and I would be available for visitation, on occasion. 

As it turns out, we actually did pretty well, managing to sleep separately for a couple of months, before absence made the heart grow too fond to bear. 

I woke to the feeling of warm, soft lips on mine. It was dark, but there was enough ambient light for me to make out Becca's face, smiling at me. 

"I'm lonely. I need my man tonight," she whispered, standing and extending her hand. I smiled, and took it, rolling out of bed to follow her out of the bedroom. She touched her finger to her lips, as we silently passed Jessi's door on tiptoe. We continued down the stairs, through the kitchen and the open glass doors into the backyard. 

It was a beautiful summer night, and once we were safely outside, Becca stopped leading me by the hand, and turned to face me. She took the hand she was still holding, and placed it inside her silk robe, pressing it over her naked breast before she pulled me close and kissed me. It was a long, deeply passionate kiss, and when we finally parted, she pulled me after her again, not stopping this time until we were inside her suite, behind a closed door. 

"I must really love my daughter," she said quietly between kisses, "because I should have married you before she got pregnant, and had you all to myself. I miss being in your arms, especially at night." Another kiss. "I don't suppose you would consider boarding school for Jessi?" she asked. I kissed her back. 

"Well," I replied, "she is only three years old." 

"It wouldn't be forever. Just until she turns eighteen, or I get tired of your cock, whichever comes first." She kissed me again. "So, until she turns eighteen, then?" she giggled. 

"Sorry, baby, but I don't think that's a viable option," I laughed. 

"You can't blame a girl for trying," she purred, dropping her robe on the floor around her feet. 

We had been together for almost seven years now, and I still marvelled at her body, and the fact that she was almost 52, but looked closer to Lizzie's 32. She was a walking testimony to the effectiveness of swimming as exercise, although she did have one other favourite workout, which it appeared we were about to perform. 

She pulled me down with her onto the bed, under the sheets, and into her arms. I had to be the luckiest man on the planet, as I had not one but two women who loved me, and whom I loved. There was more than just their physical similarities to attract me. Even though they had distinctly different personalities, we completed and complemented each other perfectly. 

For the next three hours, we made love with gentle ferocity, bringing each other to the heights of ecstasy several times, then falling asleep in a loving embrace. 

"Ahem!" I was roused from a really hot dream by... "Ahem!" My bleary eyes opened, at about the same time as Becca stirred in my arms. 

"Mother... did you hijack my husband?" Lizzie giggled. The question didn't really need an answer, since I was naked... in a different bed then the one I started in... with a different woman, also naked, than I started with. 

"You could at least leave a bookmark, or a note... or a trail of breadcrumbs. I was all alone in that gigantic bed." She was still smiling. "Jessi's going to wonder where daddy is." 

Fifteen more years. That's a long time to go without. Maybe boarding school was a good idea after all. We had only been sleeping apart for a few months now, and already it felt like forever, so I was having a hard time seeing how we'd survive another... fifteen years? 

*****

Thanksgiving day. I loved the turkey dinner, but not the other turkey. Clay would be making one of his thankfully infrequent visits. While he had softened somewhat since I married his sister and we became 'family', our relationship could best be termed one of strained tolerance, at best. He was a pompous jackass who thought he knew everything, including my business. One of these days he would go too far. 

He wasn't coming alone this time ; Clayton had a girlfriend, and she would be attending, as well. They were going to spend the weekend, so Becca graciously gave up the guest house, to sleep in the spare room next to Jessi's. 

Okay, maybe 'graciously' is not quite the right word. More like 'deviously'. My frequent midnight visits to Becca's bed had made us rethink our bedroom surveillance. It was now a two way system, with two way intercoms as well. All Becca had to do before she left was unplug the monitor and, and stash it in a safe hiding spot. The cameras were tiny, and well hidden now. 

For the first time ever, I actually looked forward to Clay's visit. If only we could get his girlfriend to come without him. 

They arrived early Friday afternoon. I didn't go to meet them at the door, leaving that to the ladies. A few seconds of greetings later, I could hear the gaggle heading in my direction. 

Lizzie was first one in. She made eye contact, and silently mouthed "Oh my god!" before she stepped aside and led them in. Lizzie was right, as usual. 

I didn't know her name yet, so I just mentally called her 'Wow'. A spectacularly pretty, green-eyed brunette, she was shorter than my ladies, and a little more plump, but boy, did she have curves. While Becca and Lizzie could be described as' tall, extremely well endowed and athletic', Clay's girl was more of a 'voluptuous hourglass' type. Becca did the honours, introducing me, then her. 

"This is Clay's girlfriend, Janya... " she began, but Clay interrupted her. 

"Actually, Mom... um, we were going to wait to tell you this, but now seems like as good a time as any. Janya and I are engaged!" 

I almost got the fingers in my ears in time to block out the inevitable shrill, giggling scream that always seems to happen when women finding out that someone is getting married. The girls all hugged, leaving me to congratulate Clay. I tried not to look like doing so was the equivalent of pulling teeth, shaking his hand. 

Janya was from Romania, and possessed the slightest hint of a very sexy, Eastern European accent. Also a very lovely pair of bee-stung lips, extremely long, straight hair in a luxuriant brown colour, and a pair of tits that made her a natural fit for this family. She was only 22, compared to Clay's 29 years. They had met at a mutual friend's birthday party, and the rest is history. 

The full-on, traditional Thanksgiving dinner wasn't until Sunday, so until then, it was just casual dining. As a group, we spent most of the time outside, by the pool, but it was October, and getting dark earlier, so by 9, Janya and Clay had taken residence in the guest house, and we three had turned in, upstairs in the main house. We didn't break out the popcorn, but it was close. 

Lizzie went to check on Jessi, while Becca and I laid down on our bed. Laying down led to cuddling, then caressing, and finally necking. By the time Lizzie got back, her Mother and I were rolling around the bed, mauling each other and breathing heavily. 

"Don't mind me," she giggled as she came in and closed the door. She sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the monitor. "I feel a little weird about this," she added, "I mean, we all know about the cameras, and that someone is probably watching us when we have sex. They don't. I'm not sure I like invading their privacy." 

Becca paused, mid-kiss, and replied.

"You're right. I'd really like to see what my future daughter is packing, but it's not really fair to spy on them, is it? Turn it off." 

On the screen, Janya was snuggled in Clay's arms, and everyone was still fully clothed. They were watching TV, and occasionally kissing. Clay had one hand on her breast, but that was the extent of the show. Lizzie pushed the power button, and the screen went dark. 

"There. Now I have nothing to watch but you. Go ahead, get busy," she giggled, smiling at us. 

Becca turned back to me, smiling as well, and kissed me, a kiss that lasted for several long minutes, and got more passionate as it went. Clothes started to fly off, landing here, there, and everywhere. 

Once she was naked, she took a position on her back, and I mounted her. It had been two days since we last made love, and Becca was eager to go, urging me on with her heels and hands. I decided on the slow, gentle approach. Slow... but deep, finishing each stroke with firm pressure on her clit, which I know she loved. Becca's mouth was open, and her eyes were locked with mine. Each time I drove into her, her breath pushed out in a quiet 'huhh, huhh, huhh' sound, which got slightly louder as she neared her orgasm. I glanced quickly at Lizzie, who was watching us very intently. She made eye contact and smiled. 

"Wow! You two really are good together. Are you having fun, Mother?" 

"Oh yes!" she hissed, as I picked up the pace a little. "You... uhn... know I... am!" 

"... eeep, oh... eeep, oh... eeep, oh yes... mmmm... mmmm... more..." we heard though the intercom. 

"Oh goddddddd!" Becca gasped through clenched teeth, as she arched her back and twisted in orgasm. 

I was busy holding on, and trying to hear what was coming out of the speaker. Lizzie's finger hovered near the power button on the monitor, as she waged the battle between curiosity and privacy. Curiosity won ; the screen flickered to life. 

We watched Clay roll off, and Janya climb on top of him. Her tits were very big, round and firm, bouncing delightfully as she started to skewer herself on his dick. 

"Okay, Lizzie, we've seen enough," Becca said quietly as she recovered from her orgasm. I was still sheathed in her wet depths. 

"Sorry Mom," Lizzie replied, turning everything off this time. "Too tempting to watch, but she does have nice boobs!" 

"Yep. Real nice boobs. Clay has shown good taste." Becca looked at me, still crushed against her own beautiful breasts. "No comment from you?" I laughed. 

"I decline to answer on the grounds that I may incriminate myself." 

"Okay, Mister diplomat" she laughed, "but I saw your eyes bug out when you saw her tits. You can't fool me." She patted my chest. "Alright Sweetheart... off... I'm going to bed, so I'll leave you in Lizzie's very capable hands, or whatever else she wants to use on you." 

I rolled off, she jumped up, gathering clothes as she went, and paused at the door. 

"Good night Sweetheart, and my darling daughter. See you in the morning." She peeked out into the hallway, and exited quickly, closing the door behind her. 

Lizzie gave me a hungry look and started to remove her clothes. 

"Can I get some of what you were giving Mom?" 

"Of course, baby," I smiled, holding the sheet back for her, as she climbed in and turned out the light. Her lips found mine in the darkness, and as we made love, she pushed images of Janya's wonderfully full breasts out of my mind. 

For now, at least. 

Saturday morning saw the sun peeking up a little after 7. I had been 'up' for a bit before that, as Lizzie hated to let a good erection go to waste, and was giving me a rambunctious good morning fuck. I heard Grandma and Jessi go by in the hall, heading down to the kitchen, to start breakfast for all. 

Lizzie is a bit of cum slut, and she wasn't going to let me up until I squirted in her mouth, so we were the last to arrive downstairs. 

Janya was playing with Jessi, bouncing my daughter on her lap. Jessi had her hands on Janya's big boobs, as kids will innocently do. 

Go Jessi go! I thought, as she tugged on Janya's nightgown and showed those of us who were watching a little bit of areola. 

We had a nice family breakfast together, then everybody headed for the showers. 

Becca and Lizzie, as usual, were first out by the pool, although they actually had to wear bathing suits this time. Lizzie was still shy about her barely visible c-section scar, so she chose a very sexy blue one piece that showed a lot of cleavage. 

Becca sure didn't look 52, and she was going to flaunt it, choosing a little black thong bikini. At least the top was somewhat conservative, but I fully expected Clay to pitch a fit at his Mother's attire. 

On the deck, when Clay arrived, he was surprisingly quiet, although his eyes spoke volumes. He did not approve of his Mother showing so much skin. 

I heard the guest house door close, and turned to see Janya approaching, wearing a black one-piece. Cut high on the hips, it made her shapely legs look longer. It didn't need to be cut low in the front to make her boobs look bigger, but it was anyway. I thanked God for dark sunglasses, that let me follow her jiggling, bouncing bustline nearly all the way to her lounge. I didn't need to hide my gaze from anyone but Clay of course, as both Becca and my wife were doing the exact same thing behind their sunglasses, and Janya had chosen the suit for a reason ; to be watched.

Thus began our relationship with Janya. The girls had taken a liking to her, and her voluptuous body, so I could hardly complain if they found a way to bring her into our little group. 

About six months later, in a small, simple ceremony, Clay and Janya were wed. Jessi, by now almost 4, was the flower girl, and became very attached to her Auntie Janya. 

They found a nice little house in the next town, about 30 minutes drive time away. I offered to help with the financing of the house purchase, but, as I said earlier, Clay knows 'everything about everything', so that wasn't going to happen. Thankfully, Clay didn't visit very often, but even more thankfully, Janya did, coming over a few days a week to use the pool and visit her niece. The three ladies exercised together in the pool and socialized. 

*****

It was the socialization that started to bring Janya closer. It took forever, but we had time, and needed to be very, very careful, lest Clay find out, which could lead to Clay finding out other things. 

It was about two years after Janya and Clay got married. Jessi was in kindergarten, half days, and Janya had been swimming laps with Becca and Lizzie. As they often did after a workout, they were lounging on the deck, sharing girl-talk and wine. I was working in my home office and had just come into the kitchen, when I saw them through the window, and decided to watch. Lizzie took the lead. 

"Janya, you are looking very fine in that suit," Lizzie began, gesturing to the red bikini that barely contained Janya's spectacular curves. "My brother is one lucky man." 

"Thank you... but your husband is the lucky one. It is hard to believe you are Jessi's Mother." Lizzie had forgone the one piece suits in favour of her extensive bikini collection, wearing a bright orange one today that made her boobs look fantastic. "You have the body of a teenager!" 

"Oh, I don't know... but thank you! I wish I had lips like yours, though. They look so soft and kissable, don't they Mom?" Becca laughed. 

"They are quite lovely," she said, adjusting the strings on her own bikini top. "Are they as soft as they look?" 

"There's only one way to find out. May I?" Lizzie asked as she sat up and moved closer. 

Janya hesitated, but the sun and wine had done their job. After what seemed like an eternity, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, puckering her beautiful lips to receive Lizzie's. 

It was only about ten seconds, but my cock was almost fully erect in that time, watching my wife kiss her sister's soft lips. 

"Mmmm," Lizzie moaned as she pulled back, "they are as soft as they look, and taste wonderful. 

"Really? Let me try," Becca cooed, leaning over. Janya didn't even open her eyes. She just rolled her head in Becca's direction, and puckered up. Becca held the kiss a little longer, and at the end Janya's hand moved up to caress Becca's neck, before she pulled back. "You're right, Lizzie. They're delicious." 

Janya laid back with a blissful but confused look on her face. 

Lizzie looked in my direction, tipped her sunglasses down, and winked, smiling widely. 

Two days later, Janya was back for her workout regimen. After it was complete, the three of them took their parallel positions for some sunbathing. This time, Becca made the first move. 

I hope you ladies don't mind, "she said as she tugged at the strings on her top," but I intend to take advantage of this wonderful sunshine, our seclusion, and lack of children to erase some tan lines." Her top came off quickly. 

"Hey, you know... that sounds like a great idea!" Lizzie laughed, reaching behind to unhook her top, which she pulled off over her head. 

Janya had been positioned in the middle, intentionally, and now found herself surrounded by glistening globes of flesh. She cast glances to each side, evaluating both Lizzie's and Becca's huge breasts, before peer pressure won out. She tugged at her own strings and leaned back, holding the top in place with her hands. At last, she pulled it aside. 

I was watching from the kitchen again, having been briefed on the plan. I now had three pairs of magnificent breasts to compare. Already familiar enough with both outer sets, I concentrated on the new ones in the middle. Just slightly larger than the 34F's I knew my girls to be, Janya's tits spread and flattened a little more than the others when she laid back, but still sat up quite proudly. 

Speaking of proud, the gentle breeze was having its inevitable effect on all their nipples, making them all stand up at attention. Janya's little pencil erasers were flanked by the much thicker, taller nips of my girls, with Lizzie being the undisputed champ. Hers still stood an inch tall, like little cylindrical skyscrapers. I noticed that Janya seemed to be taking a more than passing interest in them. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 05



About two weeks later, I came home from the office, wondering what I would find. I now knew not to just burst out into the backyard unannounced, so I took my position upstairs this time, in the spare room. 

They were all still doing their laps. Naked. My cock immediately stood up and tried to look out itself. 

I watched them swim for about fifteen minutes more. They used a variety of strokes. I only used one, a straight forward back and forth, jerking one, as I saw a spectacular smorgasbord of big tits, firm asses, and long legs, play out below me. 

Finally, Janya stopped. She was in the deep end, so she moved along the end wall into the corner, where there was a small shelf that allowed her to stand, dropping the water level down to just under her nipples. Lizzie finished next, and moved over to Janya's corner. They chatted, and Janya made room for Lizzie to stand with her. The limited real estate on the shelf forced them to press closer, and their breasts touched each others. 

There was a pause, and then Janya put her hand behind Lizzie's neck, and pulled her into a kiss. This time, the kiss was more than just lips pressing together, as I saw them open their mouths and admit each others tongues. 

Becca swam over, treading water a few feet away, until Janya saw her and reached out her hand. Lizzie wedged into the corner, behind Janya, and wrapped her arms around her sister. The water obscured my view, but I just knew that Lizzie was fondling those huge globes. Janya pulled Becca in closer and kissed her in the same manner she had Lizzie. 

Janya was now the buxom meat in an F-cup sandwich. She had both arms wrapped around Becca's neck, making escape from the passionate sapphic kiss an impossibility. Lizzie had two handfuls of Romanian breast. 

Suddenly, Janya threw her head back and moaned. The ripples emanating from Becca's right shoulder indicated a rapid, repeating motion, which was probably happening between Janya's legs, based on the moans which were getting louder. 

Janya's right hand dropped from Becca's neck, and she put her knuckle in her mouth, a clear indication that she was getting close. It took about another minute for Becca's fingers to push Janya over the edge, and she came with a low grunt and a groan. She took a deep breath and grabbed Becca's head, kissing her with a feverish need. 

That's about when I shot my load on the wall of the spare room. I had to sit for a minute. When I stood again, Janya was making her way from the pool to her lounge, teetering slightly. She flopped down, breathing hard still, and took the glass of wine offered by Lizzie. 

Nothing further happened that day. I cleaned up my mess, and they sat nude in the sun, drinking and talking about nothing in particular. 

A few days later, I arrived to find Janya sitting on the coping at the corner of the pool. Becca was behind her, arms wrapped forward and cupping Janya's breasts, while nuzzling the side of her neck. Lizzie was in the pool, with her face mere inches from the gaping, wet pussy between Janya's wide spread legs. 

While I watched, Lizzie extended her tongue and flicked it gently over Janya's clit. I could hear the moan from inside the house. Janya wilted, surrendering completely to the whims of Becca and Lizzie, who took advantage immediately. Lizzie buried her face, while Becca started to twist and tug on her daughter's nipples. 

My girls took turns making Janya cum, over and over again, until she was a train wreck, barely conscious and gasping for breath on a poolside lounge chair. Lizzie was still licking Janya's cunt, but Becca was wiggling her hot little ass in my direction, so I went downstairs to meet her. 

"Hi Sweetheart," I said taking her into my arms after she turned to greet me. I kissed her, tasting strange pussy on her lips. "Mmmm, she's pretty tasty." 

"Oh, yes... that's the truth. How are you..." she glanced down at my crotch, "... handling... this so far?" 

"You mean 'how am I not racing out there to join you?'... Believe me, I'd love to, but she's not ready for me yet, is she?" I asked quietly. 

"Not unless you want her to run screaming to my son and blabbing everything. We just got her willing to receive our attention. Now she has to be willing to give it back. Once we have her totally hooked on pussy, then you can join us. Until then..." she giggled, patting my bulging crotch, "... you'll just have to be satisfied with your hand while she's here." 

I pouted, and she walked back outside, patting her sexy ass as a way to say goodbye. 

Getting to the next stage took about a month, during which Janya showed up for every exercise day and eagerly shed her clothes. After their workout, she would present herself willingly for as much oral pleasuring as my ladies could provide, which turned out to be more than she could handle. On at least two occasions, Janya had so many orgasms she actually passed out from bliss. 

I was just about beating myself raw. Then it happened. Becca was busy munching Janya's pussy, with Lizzie straddling her belly and kissing her. Janya's hands were on Lizzie's ass, and when Lizzie sat up from her kissing position, Janya pulled her body higher, and higher still, until Lizzie was standing over Janya's face. Janya caressed the pussy overhead, and probed it with a few fingers, tasting the resulting moisture. 

I knew exactly what she was tasting. The ambrosia from her sex had quickly converted Lizzie's own Mother to a willing lesbian, or at least bi-sexual, so Janya had no chance to resist. 

She grabbed Lizzie's hips and pulled her down onto her tongue. Maybe all women learn cunnilingus quickly, since they have the advantage of knowing the topography, and what they themselves like. Whatever the reason, Janya's tongue soon had Lizzie shrieking with glee, while Becca was making her cum as well. 

For about the next three months, Janya would show up, get naked, swim for a while, and then the three of them would disappear into the guest house, where they would either take turns eating each other, or daisy chain in a team 69. 

I, of course, was watching every lick, unbeknownst to Janya. 

At last, the day arrived for me to introduce Janya to my cock. I was like a kid on Christmas morning. 

The only change today would be that Lizzie would 'suddenly realize' that they would be more comfortable on our bed, which is much bigger. That led to three naked women squirming around in our bedroom, while I awaited my signal in Becca's bedroom. Lizzie gave me the okay signal on the camera, and I headed upstairs quietly. 

I stood in the doorway, fully clothed, leaning against the jamb for several minutes. I could hold out no longer. 

"Um, hello?" I said. I expected a rush to cover up, at least from Janya. I was surprised. 

Janya's head came up from between Becca's thighs quickly at the sound of my voice. She should, at least, have questioned me seeing her naked, if not Becca as well. The only one I was supposed to have knowledge of, as far as she knew, was Lizzie. 

"Oh, thank God... I really need a man right now!" she gasped, leaping off the bed and racing across to me. She kissed me hard, then led me over to the bed. She sat on the edge and began to undress me as fast as possible. When my cock sprung out into her face, she turned to Lizzie. 

"Oh my, Lizzie! You are such a lucky girl to have such a huge cock to fuck! Is it okay if I use it?" 

"Please... Help yourself!" Lizzie responded. No further encouragement was necessary. 

Janya opened her mouth and swallowed my dick whole, something I wasn't quite expecting. I thought Lizzie was a deep throat queen, but Janya made it look even easier. Thankfully, she was just prepping me for her real desire, because she could have made me cum easily. She released me and laid back, spreading wide. 

"Please, please, please... Fuck me now!" 

I cast a quick look in the direction of both Lizzie and Becca, who were smiling. It was now up to me, to seal the deal. No pressure. 

I rubbed the head of my cock across the slippery lips of Janya's pussy, and slipped into her, sliding in deep. 

"Oh, Doamne! Deci, mare! La naiba, e asa de bine!" she moaned. Seeing the confused look on my face, she blushed. " Sorry, I sometimes slip back when I get excited, and your big cock definitely is exciting."

I felt Becca's hand on my ass, urging me to get a move on. We only had about an hour before someone would need to pick up Jessi, so there wasn't a lot of time for conversation. 

Well, she did ask me to FUCK her NOW, so I started to do so, giving her a volley of long, firm strokes. I could immediately see that Janya was going to be a welcome addition to our merry band. Not only was her pussy a snug, wet wonder, but her breasts had an incredibly attractive wiggle and wobble to them, and felt very lovely pressed against me. Then there was her vocalizations, which were absurdly cute, consisting of a series of 'eep's,' peep's, and 'hut's, between the usual directives. 

The girls had her all warmed up, and Janya had orgasm number one, with me at least, about three or four minutes in. She squirmed under me and clawed at my shoulders while she cried out, and I slowed down a little to watch. 

"Oh, yeah, that was good!" she hissed. "More please!" More it is. 

I dragged her out towards the edge of the bed, so that her bum was just on the top. With her legs hooked over my upper arms, I started to plough her furiously. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..." she moaned in time to each slamming stroke. "Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes,... Uhn... YES, YES, YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed, cumming again, but I didn't break my rhythm this time. She kept screaming as another orgasm hit her. She was arching her back, twisting and squirming, forcing me to chase her across the width of the bed, but I kept up, and she kept cumming. 

Finally, the sight of her big tits jiggling and feel of her pussy milking me proved too much, and I flooded her cunt with my hot cum. She stared directly into my eyes as I exploded inside her, and stroked my face gently with her hand when I finished. We were both panting hard and sweating from the exertion. When I pulled out, Becca was there to clean and soothe Janya's puffy pussy with her tongue. 

Now we had time for a short conversation. Becca and Lizzie explained the whole situation to Janya, who nodded and smiled the whole way. 

"Obviously, this all stays between us, yes?" I added, when the girls had finished. Janya patted my exhausted dick, and smiled again. 

"Of course. As long as I get to play, your secret is safe with me. Not a word to anyone, especially my husband." 

*****

Everything remained status quo for quite some time, except that Jessi was now in public school all day, giving the three of us plenty of time to play. Lizzie had put her practice on hold, but now went back to work, which meant I was alone with Becca, except for the days that Janya came to visit. Occasionally, when I was needed at my office, Becca and Janya were left to make use of each other and Becca's toy collection. Everyone involved was happy, getting laid often enough to stay satisfied. I got the impression that Janya was happier with us than she was with Clay, but I guess that was to be expected. 

My daughter was growing up fast. She was the spitting image of her Mother and Grandmother, other than the blue eyes, apparently my only contribution to her genes. Lizzie, Grandma Becca, and Auntie Janya took her shopping for her twelfth birthday, before the party we had planned. They also gave her a makeover, and she came home looking even more like Mommy. 

The party wound up being a massive turning point in our lives. 

Since Janya was already at our house, Clay arrived on his own, and late as usual. At first, he seemed fine, or at least as fine as her ever was. He wished Jessi a Happy Birthday, and took his usual position on the couch, watching TV. 

Janya asked him if he would like to be sociable with the rest of us. With that innocuous comment, the fuse was lit. Clay started a fight with Janya, who didn't back down. Becca tried to play mediator, but Clay was in rare form, turning on her. 

"Clayton Wellington, stop behaving like your father!" she retorted. 

"Yeah, sure Mom... Just like you to blame him for everything!" he barked back 

"What?!" Becca gasped, taken aback by his comment. 

"lf you hadn't pushed him away, we'd still be a family!" he sneered. 

"He cheats on me, and that's my fault?! You really are just like him! Sometimes I wish you weren't my son!" she said, turning away. 

"Well, at least he's found someone who loves him, and you're still all alone, sixteen years later. I guess that shows who's really difficult to be with, doesn't it?" 

I had heard enough, and stood up, intent on putting the little weasel in his place, or the hospital, whichever came first. Lizzie stepped in front of me. 

"You just hold it there, Sweetheart," she whispered, "leave my asshole brother to me." She walked over to Clay. 

"You can't talk to our Mother like that!" she spat. "Apologize now!" 

"Why, if it isn't my slut sister? You think I don't know that you got married because you had to? You were pregnant! I can add, you know. I know everything that goes on with this family!" he bellowed. 

Really? I thought. If you only knew how much you don't have a clue about. Like the fact that your Mother has been part of a committed relationship for as long as she's been single. You are such an idiot. 

Becca had tears in her eyes, and so did Lizzie. Janya was trying to console Jessi, who was watching her birthday party get destroyed by her dickhead Uncle. 

Lizzie had been looking down, but now she glared back at him. I saw the anger in there, even if he didn't, and knew what was coming. 

Lizzie slapped him, so hard it rattled my fillings. A red, hand shaped welt appeared immediately on his cheek. 

I was far enough away to see his right hand ball up into a fist, but close enough to do something about it. As his arm began to move, so did I, and I caught him by the wrist just as he was starting forward. 

"You want to try that with me, or do you only insult and punch women?" I warned him. He struggled to free his hand, but I had a firm grip. I was at least eight inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than him, so I had no problem pinning him to the wall and conveying malicious intent with my gaze. He tried again to wriggle free, so I dropped my right shoulder into his throat, leaning hard against him. 

"It's your choice," I said evenly, "you can walk out of here now, or be carried out unconscious." I leaned harder, pressing into his throat more and choking him. 

He opened his hand in surrender, since he couldn't talk, and I slowly released the pressure. I didn't release his hand, however, and wouldn't until he was safely outside. 

"Fine," he answered, rubbing his neck, "Come on, Janya... we're leaving!" 

"That's okay. I'm staying here with my niece to celebrate her birthday," Janya replied. 

Clay huffed. I pushed him towards the front door, opened it and directed him through, still holding his wrist tightly. Lizzie threw his shoes out into the front courtyard. Only then did I let go, but I watched him as he collected his shoes, got in his car and left. When he was outside the gate, I was finally able to relax. 

Back inside, we tried to salvage as much of the party as possible, but Clay had done a good job dampening everyone's spirits. At night's end, Janya went home. 

Two days later Janya was back, along with two suitcases and a black eye. The predictable had happened, and we gave her sanctuary in our spare room. Jessi was thrilled to have her Aunt staying in the next room, and I was happy to point her in the direction of a good lawyer, who started the divorce proceedings immediately. 

Clay didn't put up much of a fuss, and everything was finalized before Jessi's thirteenth birthday. 

So, our little trio was now a quartet, with no guilt. We hadn't caused the end of Clay's marriage ; his own stupidity had. 

I had a little talk with my wife. At almost 43, I felt like I could still satisfy her needs, and her Mother's as well. Becca still enjoyed sex, but her frequency was reducing a little, down to only five or six times a week. She was almost 63, but looked more like Lizzie's slightly old sister. It was Janya that had me concerned. She was an insatiable 31 year old, jumping me every day, at least once. At the very simplest, I thought some pharmaceutical assistance was called for, and my wife/doctor agreed. 

I was right to be concerned about Janya. My youngest bedmate loved to make me cum. Not only was she the undisputed champion of deepthroating my cock, she also knew of my weakness for big, bouncy breasts, which she was amply qualified to provide. A sexual athlete, when she would take the top position, Janya had the ability to squat on my cock, rather than just straddling me on her knees. 

She would then put both of her arms up, behind her head, while pounding herself up and down. Putting her arms up like that pulled her fabulous breasts up and apart, which made them bounce even more enticingly, and that really got to me. She would smile at me with a lascivious grin every time she did it, because she knew I would soon be basting the inner walls of her cunt with hot cum, and she was almost always right. At least I was able to stay hard, thanks to my 'little blue friends'. 

*****

My ladies had this little tradition, where they would sit around the table out by the pool and have their morning coffee or tea. It was their special girl-talk time, and I wasn't invited, which was fine with me. They did invite Jessi, however, when she turned 16. Yes, my little girl was 16 years old now, and had become a very beautiful young woman. She was so proud that her Mother, Grandmother and Aunt had included her in their world. 

I would watch them out there, sometimes wondering what they were talking and laughing about, but knowing it was not my place. I just felt lucky. Who would have thought that such a perfect, happy life could have hinged on something as ridiculously simple as answering the phone and being polite? 

Then one day, my world changed completely. I came home from the office to find a police car in the driveway. Two officers were talking to Jessi, and she was crying. 

Oh God, please, no!



Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 06



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I don't usually pray. If there is a God, I'm sure he has more important things to do than listen to me, but on this occasion, I was begging for an audience. 

Fortunately, this time, things were not as horrific as they might have been. They were still bad, but could have been much worse. 

Jessi was still crying, but had taken refuge in my arms, and the police officer was filling in the considerable blanks as I held her. 

There had been an accident, that much I knew. Lizzie had been driving, with her Mother in the backseat and Janya riding shotgun. All had been wearing their seatbelts, thankfully, when the semi truck had made a wide turn, pinning the car between itself and the concrete barrier. The car had been squeezed up and over the barrier, rolling down the hillside about fifty feet. Paramedics had to use the jaws-of-life to extricate everyone, but all three made it to the hospital by ambulance. 

Becca had faired the best, but had still been thrashed around the backseat as the car flipped and rolled down the hill. She had a concussion, multiple fractures to her right arm, a broken right leg, and severe contusions. She would be in the hospital for a few weeks, then laid up until everything healed. 

Lizzie and Janya were not so lucky. The doctors were optimistic on the prognosis for both of them, and anticipated full recoveries after an appropriate time span. Optimistic, but cautious. Placing them both in induced comas would allow their head injuries to heal better, and all their fractures as well. They would be months in hospital. 

I found it difficult to visit Lizzie and Janya. Their room was quiet, other than the beeping of machines that monitored their condition. It was too quiet. I was thankful that they would both be okay, but seeing them, laying there, with tubes, bandages and splints everywhere... they didn't look like the Lizzie and Janya I knew so well. I was used to their vibrant presence filling whatever room they were in. 

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Jessi got a great present for her eighteenth birthday, as that was the day her Grandmother came home. We had moved Becca's king sized bed out for now, and moved in a rented hospital bed, which would be better for her until the casts came off. Jessi turned into Florence Nightingale overnight, providing 24/7 care and service to her very appreciative patient. As time passed and Becca got stronger, she only needed to step outside, with help of course, to rest in the sun beside the pool. 

"How's my Darling, today?" I asked her as I sat down next to her. She was looking a lot better. The bruises were gone, and she was smiling more, now that she knew her daughter was going to be okay. The doctors had brought her out of the coma last week, but she wouldn't be home for quite a while yet. Janya was still in her coma. Becca looked across at me and smiled. 

"Much better. These damn casts are going to wreck my tan, but I'm feeling better. And how are you doing, Sweetheart?" she replied. 

"How I'm doing is the least of your concerns. You just get better." She shook her head at my comment and tipped down her sunglasses, fixing me with her matriarchal gaze. 

"Don't play the martyr with me, baby. I'm horny as hell, so you must be going crazy. Are you... handling... things Okay?" she giggled. 

"Yes," I sighed, "but I do miss you in my bed." Becca looked around, trying to locate Jessi. 

"Careful, my love. Your daughter is always nearby, since she took the position of nurse and chief fuss pot," she laughed. "She'll hear you." 

I nodded and shushed myself. Sure enough, Jessi appeared seconds later, toting a tray of tea and goodies for her patient. The three of us sat in the sun, enjoying each others company almost as much as the warmth. Becca had somehow managed to get into a bikini, and despite the incongruous presence of very unsexy plaster on her arm and leg, she still looked fabulous. She was right ; I was horny, having gone from getting laid a couple of times a day to zero, overnight. It had now been a couple of months without any lovin'. Talk about going cold turkey. I was definitely going through pussy withdrawal. I realized, when I caught myself staring at her beautiful tits, that I would be in need of self-abusement, yet again, and soon. 

The phone rang, inside. Why is it that, if you bring the cordless phone outside with you, it never rings, but leave it behind, and you're sure to get a call? I ran inside, grabbing the handset just in time. It was the hospital, with more good news. The doctors felt that Janya had recovered enough to be brought out of her induced coma. They planned to do so tomorrow, and wanted us to know, so we could be there when she woke up. Happy day! 

The next morning, we loaded Becca into the car, piled in with her, and headed into town to the hospital. When we got there, Becca, in a wheelchair for ease of travel, went to visit Lizzie, who had been moved to another room when the doctors woke her up. Jessi and I went to wait for Janya to come out of it. We didn't need to wait long. 

She still had tubes in her nose, and her arms, and traction splints on three limbs, but when her eyes fluttered open and she saw me, she smiled. Seeing Jessi at my side made her smile again. I wanted to kiss her, to let her know I still loved her, but couldn't with Jessi there. I had to settle for a small kiss on the back of her one undamaged hand. 

One day a couple of weeks later, on one of our visits to the room of a reunited Lizzie and Janya, Becca disappeared for a few minutes, returning sans cast on her leg shortly after. A walking brace replaced the plaster, since she still had hardware and plaster on her cane arm, but in a few weeks, once the strength came back, the brace would also be gone. 

Lizzie and Janya still had months of physiotherapy ahead, but they were back together, helping to push each other's progress. Everyone was conscious now, and our family would be together again soon. Yes, I missed them physically, but the hole in my life was far more emotional than I had been ready to admit before. I really did Love them all. 

I slept in one weekend morning, waking with the sun high in the sky. Stumbling sleepily downstairs, I saw Becca and Jessi sitting together on the deck, engaged in a raucous, animated conversation, which abruptly ended as soon as I appeared. Suspicious. 

"Hey sleepyhead, nice to see you!" Becca chirped, smiling widely. Her arm was now free of plaster as well, and soon she would be able to hit the pool again. And, if Jessi would ever leave the house for a while, I would most assuredly fuck her Grandmother's brains out. Alas, that wouldn't be today. 

I did a lot of yard work that day, ogling Becca's body in her black bikini as she tried to 'repair' her tan. She was not unaware of my gaze, taking every opportunity to increase my discomfort. I did ease things once, stealing away upstairs to jerk off like a teenager, but Becca's powerful sexuality made a repeat necessary in the evening. 

"Daddy? May I come in?" Jessi's voice wafted in from the hall. The door was ajar, as I had been in a hurry to ease my sexual frustration and not closed it completely. I ducked under the covers and tried to hide my erection. 

"Um... yeah, sure Jessi. Come in." When she did, my jaw hit the floor. 

I had always looked at my daughter with my 'daddy eyes'. She was my little girl, and I still saw her as such. But somewhere along the way, when I wasn't looking, my little girl grew up. Oh boy, did she ever. 

The young woman that walked through the door looked more like her Mother had, some twenty-one years ago. The Lizzie who watched her Mother sucking my cock, from the hallway before flashing me her tits. The Lizzie who was later told by Becca to fuck me, because it was bound to happen anyway. Apparently, Becca was at it again. 

Jessi was wearing one of her Grandmother's costumes. She was dressed as a naughty nurse, with white spandex hugging every one of her curves. Her considerable breasts were bulging out of the deeply scooped neckline. Someone had replaced my daughter with a hottie. 

"Grandma gave me this, and told me that you needed me more than she did tonight. Do you like it?" she gestured, running her fingers across the tight fabric. 

Now, how is a Father supposed to respond to that? I was shocked, seeing my daughter like this, but not blind to the fact that she looked very sexy and desirable. My dick had noticed. I tried to ignore it. 

"You look wonderful," I gulped. "You say your Grandmother gave you that?" I knew she had ; I'd seen both Becca and Lizzie wear it over the years, usually not for long before I peeled it off and consumed the nude goddess underneath. 

"Yes Daddy, she did, " Jessi whispered, stepping further into the room. " We've been doing a lot of talking, lately, and she told me a few interesting things." She was getting closer to the bed, and I was starting to feel cornered. "You met Grandma first? And you two were involved?" 

I held my breath, hoping that's where Becca's confessions had stopped. Nope. 

"And... you still are. Auntie Janya, too." 

The room was spinning. I felt dizzy. When I turned my head back to where Jessi was, she wasn't there, having moved around the bed to my side. When I located her again, she was perched on the edge of the mattress, looking a little concerned. 

"Daddy, are you okay? It's alright. Grandma told me everything. I know you love them, and that they all love you," she cooed, stroking my hair. "I Love You too." 

Her touch was electric. It had been almost six months since any of my ladies had touched me like this, and even though it was meant to soothe, not excite, Jessi's caress was getting to me. What she said next almost made my heart stop. 

"Daddy... I saved myself for you." I looked up at her, stunned. "Mom, Auntie Janya and Grandma told me to wait... that sex could wait until I turned eighteen. Obviously, I know all about sex... I mean, how everything works and that sort of thing, but I promised them I wouldn't do anything, that I would save it. And now I know why. Please let me take care of you, Daddy." 

I looked into her eyes. They were blue, and bottomless, their colour and an extra inch or so of height being the only real difference between Jessi and her Mother, or her Grandmother for that matter. She didn't wait for me to answer, leaning down and kissing me softly on the lips. My penis immediately reacted, waking up, while she maintained her contact, and I returned the kiss reflexively. My 'parent mode' kicked in trying to fight back, and I pulled away from her lips. 

"Jessi, no... you're my little girl!" I blurted, making a last ditch effort to stave off the inevitable. Now that she knew about all the cummings and goings of this household, it was only a matter of time until she ended up involved somehow. 

She stood up, still looking at me with those soulful eyes of hers. I had never been able to say no to her before, when she wanted a new doll, or some more ice cream, so what chance did I have now? 

Jessi's hair was still pulled back in her usual long pony tail, draped over her shoulder playfully. Now, she reached up, and pulled the scrunchie off, freeing her mane. Shaking her head spread her wavy tresses, surrounding her pretty face with a frame of sexy red curls. She looked at me again, but this time, it wasn't my little girl in those eyes. It was a woman. 

"No, Daddy, I'm not your little girl, not anymore. I'm eighteen, and I can choose what I want." She reached down, grabbed the hem of the 'dress' and peeled it up and off, shaking her hair loose again as it went over her head. "I want you. Do you not want me?" 

Oh my god. The vision that stood gloriously naked before me was breathtaking. Her skin, from head to toe was smooth and tanned. Her legs, long and athletic, seemed to go on forever, but ended in a delightfully perky rear end. Her tummy was completely flat. All the swimming with her Grandmother had sculpted her body into that of a statuesque monument to femininity. But the parts that sealed the deal, that I had no chance to resist, were her breasts. Where the hell did those magnificent globes come from? It seemed like just yesterday she proudly told me of her trip with Mommy and Grandma to get her first bra. Now, she stood before me sporting a pair that had to be DD's, at least, and that stood out majestically from her chest without a hint of sag. She had obviously inherited her Mother's, and her Grandmother's, remarkable tissue. 

I laid there, looking up at this goddess that had replaced my daughter, with my mouth hanging open. I was so stunned that I didn't even resist when Jessi pulled the sheet aside. She gasped when she saw my cock, which had made the decision for me before she pulled her dress off. Then she giggled. 

"I'll take that as a yes," she whispered, licking her lips unconsciously, and batting her eyelashes. She slipped silently into the bed beside me, pulling the sheet up under her fabulous chest, and laid back on the pillow. Her eyes spoke softly, but spoke volumes. 

"Please, Daddy... make love to me. Take me. Show me how you make Mom feel. Show me how..." 

I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, having come to a consensus with my cock. She was gorgeous, and if she was offering herself to me willingly, daughter or not, I was going to partake of her luscious body. 

She now kissed me back, growing more passionate with every passing second. I began to hear little moans of joy coming from her throat, and her hands came up, grasping my hair and pulling my lips closer. Her tongue probed my lips, finding an opening that she exploited, and pushing firmly into my mouth to tangle with my own. My little girl really knew how to kiss! She held me tight as she rolled back, pulling me on top of her. 

My god, her breasts felt so fantastic crushed against my chest! We kept kissing each other for several minutes, with Jessi's moans becoming louder and more passionate. We rolled around, caressing and exploring each other's bodies, amid hissing breaths and noises of desire. I detached from her lips and began to work my way down the side of her neck, which had always been a favourite area for Becca and Lizzie. Jessi had inherited that, as well, groaning as she threw her head back. 

Trailing down, I nibbled and kissed across her collarbones, continuing south into the foothills of her spectacularly mountainous breasts. Laying on her back allowed them to spread a little, widening the deep cleavage between, but they remained remarkably abrupt and upright, not flattening as was often the case with busty women. As good as her resilient flesh felt against my chest, it was even better when I rubbed my face over those sumptuously curvy breasts. So soft and smooth, I caressed them not only with my face and kisses, but my hands as well. Only two points of stiff, puckered pink interrupted the flawless skin, but they sure attracted my attention. Young, but still impressively erect, Jessi's nipples were classic 'pencil erasers', not nearly as tall or thick as those of her Mother or Grandmother, but still delicious. I gripped the little, spongy buds with my lips, alternately sucking one, then the other, while Jessi voiced her approval. 

"Oh my God... Yes Daddy! That feels so good! Do you like my breasts, Daddy? Do you like my nipples?" Her voice quivered slightly with a combination of nervousness and desire. 

"Mmmm hmmm," I replied, continuing to graze on her little, pointy num-nums. She held my head close, again stroking my hair and neck while I tasted her. 

"Do you mind if I come in, Jessi?" It was Becca's voice, music to my ears. She was in the doorway, wearing her black silk robe, awaiting an answer. Jessi's face lit up. 

"Of course not, Grandma. It might be fun. Do you mind, Daddy?" I was still gently sucking her nipples, but I heard Becca laugh. 

"Him? Rest assured, Jessi darling... your father loves an audience. He always has one," she added gesturing at the cameras, which were discreetly hidden. 

"Huh?" Jessi queried. I paused my loving attention to her nipples and answered. 

"What your Grandmother is referring to, Honey, is the camera... rather, the cameras... that are watching us... cameras that we installed at your Grandmother's request, I might add. Eight of them." 

"Grandma!" Jessi giggled, "you like to watch? That's kinky!" 

"Jessi, my darling," I said quietly, "you have no idea!" 

"Hey! I could have just watched you from my bedroom, but I thought it was proper to ask, given it's Jessi's first time. I didn't come here to be abused!" Becca laughed. 

"No..." Jessi laughed, "... you came here to abuse yourself! You came to cum!" My daughter gave her Grandmother a good zinger, and I gave her a high five, before going back to suckling her nipples. 

"Oh shit, another comedian! She's going to fit right in!" Becca giggled, conceding defeat. She opened her robe and began to caress herself. "So, Sweetheart, are you going to take shots at me, or are you going to initiate my granddaughter into womanhood?" 

I moved slowly down Jessi's body, kissing her smooth skin as I went. I soon found myself facing my beautiful daughter's equally beautiful little pussy. A small tuft of curly red pubes resided just above her clit, but she was otherwise bare. Her labia were tight and thin, but still pouting out slightly. 

"Daddy... are you going to lick me?" she asked quietly. I really wanted to. I wanted to taste her, to see if she was as incredibly delicious as the previous two generations of Wellington women. What if she said no? 

"Would you like me to?" I asked, continuing to gaze at her pretty kitty. I need not have worried. 

"Oh, yes please! My girlfriends at school all say they love being eaten!" It was strange hearing my little girl talking like that, but no stranger than the fact that my face was inches from her damp cunt. I leaned closer and flicked across the top of her clit with my tongue. 

"Ooooooo! Oh Daddy, yes! Lick my pussy!" 

I dipped my tongue between her lips, tasting the sweet honey so characteristic of her Mother's juices. Part of me was still fighting, trying to stop me. This was my daughter's pussy! It was wrong to do this! But she wanted me to, so I also felt compelled to comply. Then there was my libido, which was screaming 'fuck her, fuck her now!' and didn't care who was on the other end of the vagina, as long as I got to stick my dick in. 

I licked her again, long and deep, and she howled in pleasure. My little girl was a screamer, and apparently, she also got more... creatively descriptive... when she got excited. 

"Oh, god, yes Daddy! Eat me! Make me cum like a bad girl! Oh, fuck! Your tongue!... " she screeched, 

Her pussy was truly delicious, and I was enjoying myself almost as much as she was, just more quietly. For about ten minutes, she screamed while I kissed, licked and probed her virginal vestibule. Higher and higher she went, until she could go no more. 

"Oh my God!... Oh yes! ... Oh Yes!... Oh YES, DADDY! I'M GONNA CUM!... YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM, DADDY!... OH YESSSSS!" She suddenly bucked and twisted like the Tasmanian Devil on Red Bull, virtually bouncing off the bed. If it wasn't for the size of our custom mattress , she would almost certainly have fallen off. When she finally stopped flopping like a fish, she was almost three feet away from me, breathing like she'd just run a marathon, and sweating like it, too. 

"Wow!" Becca laughed, still rubbing her clit gently. "Nice one, Jessi! That was impressive!" 

"Holy shit!... That was soooooooooo much better than my fingers, or my hairbrush! Daddy, your tongue is magic!" she gasped, struggling to get her breathing under control. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 06



"Jessi, my darling," Becca said quietly, "you have no idea!" We all laughed. Touché. "Wait until you see what he can do with that big cock of his." 

"I want to,, but I'm afraid. It's going to hurt, isn't it, Grandma?" 

"I won't lie to you, baby," Becca nodded. "Yes, it's going to hurt, but only for a few minutes. Then, the pain will ease, and become the most wonderful hurt you've ever felt. It will hurt so good that you will find yourself in more pain when you're not getting it..." her eyes shifted to me, "... and you'll do almost anything to be hurt again." She blinked, fighting back a tear. 

I Love You too, my Darling Becca, and I've missed you so much. I can't wait until holding you in my arms and making love to you will not hurt your fractured body, I thought. 

"Okay... then fuck me, Daddy. Please, make me a woman... just, gently. I may not have had sex before, but I know enough to know your penis is much bigger than average." She took a deep breath. "I'm ready." 

Becca joined us on the bed, fishing a tube of lubricant out of the bedside drawer. She put a big glob on Jessi's pussy, and more on my dick. 

"One last question. Band-aids. Peel them off slowly or rip them off fast?" she asked. 

"Fast," Jessi laughed, "why?" Becca looked at me and nodded. 

I positioned myself between my daughter's wide spread legs, and Becca guided my cock to Jessi's opening, slipping the head just inside her lips. She removed her hand and patted me on the bum. 

I slid home with one long, smooth stroke, stopping when I reached bottom. Once inside, I held my position. I had 'ripped the band-aid off fast', getting all the pain over with in one quick thrust. 

Jessi's eyes had opened wide, and were now screwed shut as she screamed in pain. Becca was stroking her hair and whispering in her ear. 

"It's okay, baby. It will stop in a minute. Just breathe, baby. Just breathe." 

I felt terrible, causing my daughter this much pain. I was watching her closely, and could see her face begin to relax as her discomfort subsided. She was panting sharply, and her breaths started to even out. Her eyes opened. 

"I'm so sorry, honey. It's the best way, to get it over with fast," I apologized. Becca nodded, still stroking her hair. Jessi exhaled a long slow breath. 

"I get it. I suppose it's better as a surprise, too," she smiled. "Okay, now that that's over with, I'm ready for you to fuck me." 

I started to move, just a short, slow stroke, while still watching her face. 

"How are you doing, honey? I asked. 

"It still hurts, Daddy, but it's getting better. Keep going." 

After another minute or two, I could tell from her breathing that pleasure was overtaking pain, and I started to move a little more in both directions. Quiet moans of enjoyment now accompanied her excited breathing. She pulled me down, guiding my lips to hers, in a kiss that confirmed my conclusions. 

"Oh, Daddy, your cock feels so good in my pussy... Keep fucking me... I Love it!" 

Now that my mind was free of worry about hurting her, I was able to feel her. She was very wet, very hot, and very, very tight, as you would expect a virgin to be. Every time I pulled out, it felt like I was turning her inside out, a sensation that I'd never felt before. I can only imagine what it felt like to her, but it must have been pleasurable. She was clawing at my shoulders, pulling her upper body off the bed. Her head was hanging back, and she was shrieking like a banshee. 

"Uhnn!... Fuck! Oh yes, fuck!... Daddy, your cock hurts me so good, I never want it to stop! Fuck me, Daddy!... Fuck me harder!... Deeper!" Like I said before, I couldn't say no to her, so I did as she asked, shifting gears and starting to pound her juicy little cunt faster. Her volume picked up, too. 

"Oh fuck, yes!... Oh FUCK YES!... FUCK ME, DADDY!.. FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" She did her Mariah Carey impression, trailing up thirty-five octaves on the last note, until only dogs could hear her, but I got the message, and kept fucking her, harder and harder. 

Suddenly, her head snapped forward, hair flying, and her eyes popped open. Her mouth was gaping, but silent, and she was flushed bright red on her chest, neck and face. She may as well have been holding a neon sign that flashed 'I'm cumming!'. 

"Nghhhhohhhmygoddd! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Jessi shrieked. I was holding her down, so she couldn't flop around like before, but she tried, arching her back, then clawing at my back. I was still stroking in and out of her, just more slowly, while she rode the waves of her orgasm. Gradually, she wound down, melting under me. 

"Oh, fuck, Daddy... That was fantastic! Is that what sex is always like?" I laughed. 

"Only with him, honey," Becca smiled, "only with him." 

"You didn't cum, did you Daddy?" she pouted. I shook my head. "Please Daddy, cum for me." 

"Okay, baby," I replied, speeding up my rhythm again. "Would you prefer in you, or on you? 

"Ooooo! On me sounds kinky! Let's do that." 

The prospect of spraying my load all over my daughter's nubile body and spectacular breasts was especially appealing. I fucked her hard for a minute or two, until I felt that familiar pressure building. I pulled out and stroked my dick, aiming for her chest. A single rope of semen leapt out, landing with a splash like a stripe from her navel to her chin. A second shot followed, parallel right, across her nipple, and the dregs flew wildly, landing randomly about her body. 

I hadn't payed much attention to Becca since Jessi's pain of penetration had passed, but now I heard her moaning. I turned to see her fingers about to start a fire on her clit. She had turned lefty during her time in a cast, and was still using that hand, while her right tugged on her nipples. Jessi was watching too, and together we gazed at Becca as she had a gut-wrenching orgasm. 

"God, that was hot, Grandma! Way to play that clit!"

I collapsed beside Jessi, and Becca leaned back against the headboard. We all rested silently, recovering from our respective orgasms, before we had a group shower together. We dried each other off, but barely made it back to the bed before we all expired, sleeping together now. 

I woke in the morning, on the day of Jessi, plus one. I was alone. There had been a busty redhead on each side of me when I went to sleep, or rather, when I passed out, but they were gone now. I really needed a shower, so I stood under the warm water for a few minutes, before turning up the cold to clear my head. Now feeling much better, I dressed and headed downstairs. 

There they were, out on the deck next to the pool, and they were gloriously naked. I guess now that the cat was out of the bag, there was no need for the pussies not to be out in the sun. I headed out to join them, but as I approached, Jessi stopped me in my tracks. 

"Grandma and I have made this a 'nude zone', Daddy. I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to remove your clothes if you want to sit with us. Right Grandma?" 

"That's right," Becca smiled. "Take it off, stud!" 

I rolled my eyes, and relented. At least I was only wearing a t-shirt and bathing shorts, so it would be over fast. Despite our new intimacy, I felt a little weird stripping in front of my daughter. Becca moved over, letting me take the spot between them, once I met the undress code. 

We sat in silence, absorbing the warmth of the sun, while I peeked out the corners of my eyes at my shapely bookends. They were slick and shiny with suntan lotion and sweat, and the sun glinted off the voluptuous curves inhabiting both of their chests. The breeze tickled their nipples into nice, erect points. Speaking of points, sitting between these two beauties had made my cock interested enough to stand up and be noticed. 

"Jessi," Becca began, "would you like me to teach you how to suck your Father's cock? He's always been a sucker for a good blowjob." 

"Oh yes, Grandma... I would really like that," Jessi smiled. She stood and moved over to sit close to her Grandmother, who had sat up. She gestured for me to stand in front of them. 

"Wow! I thought that thing felt big in my pussy. From this position, it's huge!" Jessi giggled. "Show me what to do." 

"Gladly," Becca laughed, "it's been a while, and I've really missed having this big cock to play with." She immediately swallowed me, deep into the welcoming wetness of her mouth, while my daughter watched with rapt attention. For a couple of minutes, I was in heaven, as my darling sucked me with her well practiced skills. She finally withdrew. 

"That looks like fun," Jessi whispered. "My turn?" 

"Okay, rookie," Becca smiled. The professor's class was now in session. "Relax your jaw. The idea, obviously, is to stimulate his dick, in a similar fashion as it is stimulated by your pussy. But your mouth has several features your sweet little cunt will never have. First, these lips," she pointed to her mouth, "can grip his cock. Second , you have a tongue up here, and third, you can apply suction. Add a stroking hand to this mix and you can see why men love blowjobs, and why giving a good one can make a man do almost anything you want." Jessi nodded and sucked me in, a sight that nearly made me cum right then. 

Ten minutes of tutorial later, I was quivering with desire. I was so close to cumming, I was about to scream. 

"You're doing great, baby," Becca said, patting Jessi's shoulder. "Are you enjoying it, Sweetheart?" she asked me. 

"Oh fuck, yes!"  Stupid question. 

"Alright, baby, give it back to me." Jessi removed her mouth, trailing saliva. "I'm going to make him cum in my mouth now. Guys like to fuck a girl's face a bit when they cum, so you can tell when you're going to get a mouthful. I personally prefer to swallow, but not everyone does. Would you like to taste some of his semen when he cums? " Jessi nodded eagerly. 

Becca went to town, sucking me like a woman possessed. When I put my hand on her head, she let my hips take over, and I fucked her mouth with a few quick strokes, before I exploded. She moaned and pumped with her hand, swallowing as I gushed hot spunk down her throat. Then she pulled back a little and opened up, so that Jessi could see my cock pumping cum across her Grandmother's tongue. I finally had nothing left to give. 

Becca crooked her finger at Jessi, and I watched as my lover shared a semen-soaked kiss with my daughter. It was quite a sight. 

Later that day, after another protracted session with Jessi and Becca, I made a visit to the hospital. As I walked into the room, I could see the curtain drawn around Janya's bed. Lizzie was awake, reading a magazine, and her face lit up when she saw me.  

"Hi Sweetheart!" she hissed, holding her finger to her lips in the universal 'quiet' signal. "I think she's asleep. We just got back from physio, and it really wiped her out." She gave me the once over. "Speaking of wiped out, you look a little bedraggled yourself. Everything okay at home?" 

"Oh yeah," I whispered, exhaling deeply. "Just tired. Your Mother has been teaching Jessi how to 'please' me, and the two of them seem intent on 'pleasing' me to death! They're wearing me out. I thought she was bad," I jerked my thumb toward Janya's bed, "but our daughter is insatiable, and your Mother is trying to make up for lost time." 

I wasn't really expecting sympathy, but I wasn't expecting her to laugh at me either. Lizzie found my predicament hilarious, and the laughter from behind the curtain confirmed that Janya was awake and shared her viewpoint. I pulled the curtain open, finding a smiling Janya beaming at me. 

"So, you've met your match, have you?" she giggled, waving me in for a hug and a kiss. She felt and tasted wonderful. 

"How's my sexy Romanian Reprobate?" I asked. I know she wasn't really a 'lost soul', but the alliteration worked. She giggled, and shook her untethered tits at me, then took my hand and pressed it over her breast. "Feels pretty good to me," I opined, fondling her softly. 

"Excuse me, but shouldn't you grope your wife first?" Lizzie laughed, tilting back and offering her own remarkable breasts for my tactile inspection. Hers felt pretty good, too. 

We sat there, giggling and joking back and forth. For two women who had almost been killed just six months ago, they were in very good spirits. Perhaps knowing that they were closer to the end of their stay here, than the beginning, was to blame. Whatever the reason, now this was a room I could visit without dread, full of life and love. 

"Oh, I didn't tell you this yet," Janya began, "but my physiotherapist is hitting on me." She smiled. 

"He is, is he? Tell him you're taken," I said. 

"Well... she... seems to like me a lot. And she's cute." Janya answered. 

"Oh no! No you don't! No way I can handle another woman! Five is one too many! I'm not sure I can handle the four I've already got!" I gasped. 

"Relax. I'm just pulling your chain. She is hitting on me, but she's not really that cute." She winked. "Kind of butch, actually." 

I missed this kind of by play between us, but thankfully, wouldn't have to miss it that much longer. The physio was progressing well, and Lizzie was ready to come home first. She refused to leave her friend, the sister she never had, behind. It took a while before the doctors agreed, but she wouldn't go until they both did. That was an extra week, but finally, our family was back together in one location. 

The guest house became the convalescent zone, logical for its lack of stairs, and intercom. Another few weeks passed before they were fully recovered. 

Sleeping arrangements were in a constant state of flux. Even I wasn't always in the same bed from one night to the next. Usually, I was in the middle of a sandwich that included my wife, but the other 'slice of bread' was always changing. Whomever was left out usually took the bed in the guest house, where they didn't get much actual sleep either. Occasionally, I got the night off, and had the guest house bed to myself. It was meant to give me a chance to rest, but I admit that I often watched all my girls in sapphic bliss on the monitor, completely defeating the purpose by masturbating. 

Life gradually returned to our version of normal. 

***

Guess what? Thanksgiving was coming again, and Becca began having the pangs that any Mother would be expected to have. Even though she was hardly old by today's standards, she didn't want to die with Clay thinking she hated him. I suppose that was a natural reaction to the accident. 

Anyway, as a group, we decided to invite him this year. Six years of estrangement had softened everyone's feelings, but I still expected Clay to be Clay. In other words, an asshole. I made it clear to everyone, him included, that his leash would be very short. 

Becca understood. I really hoped he could behave himself so she could see her son again. I loved her, after all, and I felt pain when she did, but his presence would put everyone on edge, especially Janya, who had graciously put her own feelings aside for Becca's benefit. 

In fact, the person most adamantly opposed to Clay's visit was Jessi, who never forgave him for ruining her party and hurting her favourite Aunt. Now that we were all intimate, Auntie Janya was also one of Jessi's favourite sexual partners, which added a whole new level of dislike to her attitude about her Uncle. 

When Turkey day did arrive, Jessi made herself scarce, sequestering herself in her room. She didn't want to know what we were doing downstairs, and had asked if she was allowed to eat upstairs. She hated her Uncle even more than I did, but I couldn't hide from him, as I was expected to provide sufficient intimidation to keep him in line. 

As expected, Clay was obnoxious, but just enough below the threshold to remain in attendance. I gave him a few warning looks, and he backed off. We managed to eat dinner without incident, and it wasn't until dessert that he pushed the envelope again, making another veiled insult against both his sister and ex-wife. What he said isn't important. It was time to remind him whose house this was. 

"Clay, can I talk to you for a second... outside, please?" I asked as I walked out into the backyard. He huffed, and followed. 

"What?" he sneered when I turned to face him. Over his shoulder, I could see Becca watching nervously. 

"Clay... work with me here... try to keep your attitude in check, okay? Your Mother wanted you to be here, and out of respect for her, Lizzie and I have invited you back into our home. But... there are limits to what I'm willing to tolerate, even for Becca. If you can't keep a civil tongue in your head, I'd be happy to show you the door again. You will not berate or insult anyone, anymore. Not your Mother, your sister, my daughter, and especially not your ex-wife. Do you understand? For God's sake, they almost died. Can't you be nice to them just once?" I waited for a response. He just couldn't help himself. 

"What about you? You didn't say I had to be nice to you," he barked. I laughed. 

"Buddy, I passed caring about anything that came out of your mouth a very, very long time ago. But if you think you've got something... give it your best shot." Now he grinned, sure he had found a target. 

He proceeded to tell me all about everyone in my industry... how all financial advisors were crooks, ripping people off... how it was possible to invest safely at a bank and that my math didn't add up... yada, yada, yada. I nodded, letting him shoot himself in the foot and vent everything he had. He finally stopped. I smiled. 

"Wow. That was really something. I am so wounded by your opinion," I replied, making no effort to conceal my sarcasm. "I believe someone once said that opinions were like assholes; everybody has one. You..." I smiled again, looking at him coldly, "... appear to have two." 

"I know you knocked my sister up before you two were married, you know? And my ex-wife is a cheap tramp!" he offered, grasping at straws. 

"I believe we have covered the first part, Clay. No one denies it, but if you keep using it to try and hurt your sister... my wife... we're going to dance again, and I might do more than grab your wrist. As for the second part... remember what I said about opinions? You really think you've got it all figured out, don't you?" 

"I know more than you think! You don't scare me!" he babbled. I had pretty much had my fill of his face for the next decade, so I decided to put him out of my misery. I laughed. 

"Okay... let's hear it... enlighten me." As I thought, he was bluffing. I wasn't. "No comment? There's lots to know. I'm surprised someone as... knowledgeable... as you profess to be, wouldn't have more. 

"Well, go ahead... enlighten me," he snarled, dripping with sarcasm. 

I looked over his shoulder again, this time seeing not only Becca, but Lizzie and Janya as well. Jessi's head popped up behind them. Since he had made no effort to keep his voice down, they had heard everything, effectively alienating the only residents here who might even think about being on his side. Becca nodded, Lizzie did too, and Janya made a throat slitting motion. We had talked about when to drop the bomb on Clay. Now was the time. 

"Alright, but remember... you asked for it. You know that I really like banging your sister, right?" 

"No shit!" he scoffed. "She is your wife, and I still say she's a slut!" 

Behind him, Becca and Janya patted Lizzie's shoulders. He was an asshole, but still her brother, so the words hurt. 

"What you missed, Sherlock, is the fact that I have been fucking your Mother since before Lizzie and I even met. In some ways, she's even better in bed than your sister."

"Hey!" Lizzie chimed in from behind him, smiling. 

"That's right!" Becca added, giggling. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 06



The look on his face was priceless. He spun on his heels to face them, then me, then them, then me. He hadn't had a clue. 

"That's right, genius... for well over twenty years, I've been making your Mother scream in ecstasy. And your sister. Am I forgetting someone?" I teased, pausing for effect. Janya raised her hand, glaring at Clay. 

"Oh, that's right... your wife too, although not for nearly as long, " I told him. "Only... what is it now Janya, darling? Eleven years? "

"Actually, twelve, my Love," she replied, smiling at his discomfort. "Of course, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, we'll deny it. And, obviously, we can be very convincing... we fooled you, didn't we?" She looked at Becca and Lizzie. "Anything to add?" 

"Just one thing," Lizzie said, touching her Mother on the shoulder. Becca turned to face her. "I'm sorry this didn't work out Mom, but we tried," she whispered. Then she turned back to her brother. 

"You..." she pointed at him, "... get the fuck out of our house!" 

"And don't let the door hit you in the ass!" Janya added. 

"You heard the ladies. Out please!" I gestured toward the exit, and led him to out through the house. He plodded along in stunned silence, unable to believe he hadn't known what was going on under his nose. We reached the front door, and I opened it wide. He still hadn't said anything. 

"So, you have everything you came with, right Clay? Not leaving anything behind?" He was still silent, although his mouth was opening and closing like a fish, but nothing was coming out. "I want you to know you are welcome back, anytime you decide to behave like an adult. Until then, you can forget about even trying, and that comes from everyone here, not just me." I closed the door behind him and symbolically dusted off my hands. 

Becca came over to me and kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck. 

"Thank you for trying, darling. I guess he'll never change." She laughed, adding, "Did you see his face? Especially when Janya piped up. That was worth the effort, right there. Part of me feels bad, laughing at my own child's troubles, but he is his father's son. Asshole!" 

We spent the next couple of hours snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie from our extensive collection. Since I was greatly outnumbered, the likelihood of being subjected to a chick flick was pretty high, but tonight at least, I didn't care. It was, after all, Thanksgiving, and I had more to be thankful for than usual. The accident was in the past, and other than setting off airport metal detectors in the future, no one was permanently damaged. 

After the movie, everyone split up to do stuff. Dishes, leftovers, etc. My job of the day was to flip and rotate the mattress, and change the sheets, in the master bedroom. It's nine feet square and weighs about three hundred pounds, so there was a lot of huffing and puffing involved in manhandling it into place, but I had done it before, so I had a system. Job complete, I laid down in the middle of the bed, closed my eyes for a second, and was soon fast asleep. 

I had a dream that Clay tried to tell everyone about our living arrangements, and ended up in a sanitarium straightjacket because no one would believe him. Then it changed. Suddenly I was in the grasp of a very amorous octopus. That's about when I woke up. 

I really was in the grasp of an amorous octopus. Not the aquatic variety, but there were eight hands roaming all over my body, removing clothing here, caressing gently here, and stimulating blood flow down there. Soft breasts pressed against me in various enjoyable locations, and four sets of lips tickled me with kisses in more locations than I could count. 

We had made love, one-on-one, in every possible permutation. Two-on-one, as well, and we'd fucked three-on-me more than a few times, but had only put everyone in the same bed once, before today. Even then, it had really been pairs swapping partners back and forth, but this felt different. Becca, Lizzie, Janya and Jessi were all doing me. If ever there was a time for a little blue friend, it was today. 

They had obviously come to the same conclusion, and sat me up once they had me naked. Janya handed me the pill, and Jessi had a glass of water nearby. Becca supported me from behind, rubbing her breasts against my back, and Lizzie was already busy sucking my cock to full erection. It would take about twenty minutes for the meds to kick in, but until then, we would do it the old fashioned way. 

I was laid back again, and my wife moved up to straddle her handiwork, impaling herself with one motion. Janya and Jessi laid beside me, pressing themselves in from each side, and kissing me softly, while Becca gently caressed my hair. She then leaned over and pressed her breasts in my face, allowing three pairs of lips to tussle over the two available nipples. 

I didn't need to do anything, as my own personal harem moved like a well choreographed team, shifting positions smoothly. The one constant was Lizzie, who was now screaming as she approached her orgasm while pounding herself up and down on my cock. She wasn't alone; all this stimulus was getting to me as well, and just about the time Lizzie reached her peak, I pumped my load up her spasming, gushing cunt. 

As soon as we finished our mutual orgasm, Lizzie pulled herself off, moving up my body on her knees, leaving a trail of cum as she went. I immediately felt two tongues on my slime-covered cock, which hadn't flagged in the least. They cleaned me up, moving up to the puddle that was growing under my wife's oozing pussy when they had finished with my dick. 

Lizzie was still blocking my view, hanging her fabulous F-cup beauties in my face, but someone else had taken her place in the saddle. Another warm, incredibly wet pussy began to slide slowly down my hard cock. I was grazing on Lizzie's giant nipples when the flicking tongues finished with their cleanup, allowing my wife to lay down next to me, on her side. Amazingly, she accomplished this without withdrawing her stiffly erect, fingertip-sized nipple from my mouth, stacking her voluminous mammaries for my pleasure. I flashed back, to the time shortly after Jessi's birth, when we would lay like this while I gorged myself on her ginormous, lactating funbags. Sometimes I missed the taste of her milk, but her pussy more than made up for it. 

I caught a flash of long, brown hair in motion, and finally matched a face to the cunt currently gripping my cock. Janya was skewering herself eagerly, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her bouncing boobs. While Becca and Lizzie had nearly identical breasts, with remarkably little sag despite their size, Janya's G-cup spheres weren't as prominent when deprived of their support system, but that made them more mobile during sex, especially when she did her 'squat fuck with arms up' routine. Jessi and Becca were back on the kissing detail now, and their lips were everywhere. 

"Hey, sleepyhead... are you in there?" It was Becca's voice, and it seemed out of place, somehow. I felt lips on mine, and suddenly everything was a little fuzzy. I looked at Janya, bouncing on my cock, and she was a weird, pixilated smudge. 

"Baby? Honey?" Her voice was all around me, and everything was getting blurred together, and darker, until it faded out completely. Totally black. Then I felt the lips again. 

I opened my eyes to see Becca's smiling visage. 

"What happened?" I asked, looking around. "Where is everyone? 

"Um, exactly who were you expecting?" she laughed. 

"Seriously, where's Jessi? Janya? Lizzie?" I was still fuzzy. Becca looked at me, equally confused. 

"Seriously? Lizzie's at school, and I don't know who Jessi and Janya are," she replied looking concerned. I laughed. 

"Right. You don't know who your granddaughter is? Or your daughter?" 

"Baby, are you okay? I don't have a granddaughter, or a daughter." Becca looked even more confused than I felt. 

"Becca, Sweetheart, don't joke like that!" I was clearer now, and noticed that the room wasn't right. Neither was the bed. It almost looked like... It was! "What are we doing here, in our old bedroom?" 

"Our old bedroom? It's our new bedroom! Where else would we sleep?" she asked, checking my forehead for fever." You're not hot."

"I m confused..." I started. 

"You're not the only one. I have no idea what you're talking about. You've only lived here with me for a couple of weeks. What do you mean...'old bedroom'?" 

Weeks? No, it's been years... Over twenty years!, I thought, shaking my head. 

"What? Wait... How old are you?" I asked, trying to figure things out. 

"I thought I was the one with age issues," she giggled, "but I think you've lost your mind. Nice to meet you. I'm Becca, and I'm a divorced 45 year-old Mother of two. I live here, with my new, sexy younger boyfriend... that's you, by the way... and I've had more fun with him in the last few months than I had in twenty-five years of marriage. What else do you want to know?"

Forty-five? That can't be! If that's true then... No! It can't be! 

"Um... Did we have sex in the bathroom at a football game?" I asked gently. She blushed. 

"Yes. I'm sorry... I was so horny, I couldn't help myself," she answered sheepishly. 

"And you have a birthday coming up, right?" 

"Yes, darling... next week," she replied. 

"Wow," I laughed, coming to the only conclusion I could. "I haven't met Lizzie or Clay yet, right?" 

"No you haven't, and I'm a bit nervous about that, but I've decided that whatever happens, I'm sticking with you. I Love You," she added, kissing me again. "You want to explain why you're looking for a granddaughter I don't have in our bed?" 

"Absolutely. I think I just had the most detailed dream I've ever heard of. That's the only possible explanation," I said, incredulously. 

It took me twenty minutes to run down the highlights of my 'twenty year dream', and when I was done, Becca was looking at me with a big grin on her face. 

"So, you had a dream that we were in a relationship with three other women... I'll ignore the fact that one of those is my daughter, and one is a still unborn granddaughter... and through it all, I was still your favourite?" I nodded. "How can I view that as anything other than a compliment? Your subconscious really took off, didn't it?" she added, laughing. 

"Man, it was so real, though!" I exclaimed. "How do I know that this isn't the dream?" 

Becca shrugged, then reached over and pinched me on the arm. 

"Ouch! Okay Sweetheart, I guess you're real." 

"You guess?" she smiled, and moved closer, leaning over me and pressing her breasts into my chest. "How about now? Don't these feel real?" 

I had to admit, she sure felt real... as in 'real good'. Becca's boobs squashed against me were among my favourite sensations ever. I decided to let her convince me a little more. 

"Oh yes, they do feel nice. One might say 'dreamy'," I teased. She huffed, and increased her efforts, pressing her lips to mine. Her tongue and mine tangled in a playfully passionate kiss, during which I pulled her the rest of the way atop me. My hands grabbed her firm, athletic ass, toned by countless laps of her pool, and pulled her into position. The combination of reliving my highly erotic dream, Becca's breasts, and morning wood, had my cock as hard as steel, and it was my intention to put it to use. I managed to get the head between her moist lips, and let her sexual instincts do the rest. 

Becca rolled her pelvis under, trapping my dick and sliding further down my shaft. She moaned, and pulled away from my lips, sitting up and completing the process. Her hot, wet pussy gripped my entire length, and she undulated her hips to seat it fully. 

"Fuck! I sure as hell know you're real. Real big. Real hard, " she giggled, making a few gentle strokes with her hips, "Ooooooo, and so really good inside my pussy!" She leaned back on her hands, arching her back slightly, and thrusting her massive breasts out. I loved it when she did that, as it separated her tits and made them even more prominent on her chest, and made them jiggle in a way that captivated me. Her thick nipples stood tall in silhouette. 

Becca was moaning, riding my cock joyfully, and looking deep into my eyes. Part of me was sad, acknowledging the fact that the life I thought I had, the one that included Lizzie, Janya and Jessi in my bed, was a dream. 

A bigger part of me felt lucky, and happier than I would have thought possible. The real tragedy would have been to only dream of a lifetime with Becca. The beautiful eyes that had sparkled at me, that first night at the pub, were looking down at me now. The luscious, succulent lips that kissed me impulsively that night, were now moving closer, and pressing softly against mine. The spectacular body that her ex-husband had so carelessly tossed away, was writhing in erotic bliss in my arms as I rolled us over. 

Becca's lips never left mine, and we moaned in communal joy while I ground into her drooling pussy, making love to the best thing that ever happened to me. Her body was everything I could ever hope for, as close to my own personal definition of perfection as any woman could be. I continued to probe her moist depths, fucking her gently with short, firm strokes that I knew from experience, both real and dreamed, would bring her to the heights of ecstasy. I wanted to show her that she meant more to me than any dream ever would. 

"Mmmm, mmmm," she moaned into our kiss, finally pulling back as her pleasure neared. "Oh yes, baby, give me that cock! I'm so close baby... So close!" 

Perching up on my arms, I started to fuck her a little harder, a little deeper, a little faster... and she began to pant and groan with the increase in stimulus. I watched her eyes as the first wave hit her, and they rolled back before she shrieked in glee. 

"Oh yes, oh fuck yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh yes, yes, Yes, YES, YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!" 

One of my greatest pleasures in the world was watching her body as I gave her pleasure, and this time was no exception. She twitched, quivered and squirmed under my body, and I joined in her emotions, emptying my balls into her pussy even as she was screaming her own joy. 

I collapsed in a heap beside my darling Becca. There was no doubt that she was my reality, and that I loved her. We laid there, staring into each other's eyes, while we both tried to recover from our respective earthshattering orgasms. 

"You know I Love You, right?" she asked me, smiling sweetly. 

"Of course, Sweetheart. And I Love you." 

"So... if you think I'm going to let you... or tell you to, marry my daughter, you're crazy. You are mine, and I'm not going to share you with anyone. Let's get married," she said. 

"I think that sounds like a great idea," I replied, kissing her softly. 

***

But next Friday, before Becca's birthday, just in case my dream was more premonition than fantasy, I will be walking around the house naked, waiting to bump into Lizzie. 

Because... stranger things have happened.



Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 07



I felt that this story needed a little more, so Becca and her young man are back. 

I hope you agree, and enjoy! 

This is the first chapter in this category, so if you want to catch up on the history, I suggest going all the way back, beginning in the Mature category, then into the Incest / Taboo section. 

I know I always ask for feedback, but in this case, I really need to know if you want more of this saga, so don't be shy. 

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One wedding, coming up. 

The Friday afternoon before Becca's birthday came and went uneventfully. No introductory naked collision with Lizzie, as in my dream, because weather issues kept both Lizzie and Clayton from making the trip. While it took the pressure off this weekend, it prolonged the agony. I guess we'd all meet sometime, hopefully before our wedding anniversary. 

Becca and I talked about the wedding, finally deciding that quick and simple was the way to go. Las Vegas, here we come. 

***

Becca kissed me softly, and patted my chest. I was zonked, having just had my brains fucked out by her. 

"I assume you're going to want to rest... would you mind terribly if I went down and spent some time in the sun by the pool? I'm still a little too wound up to sleep," she said quietly. 

"Of course not, Sweetheart. I'll be okay in a few minutes. How will I find you?" 

"I think you'll figure it out. I won't be hiding," came her response from the bathroom. She breezed back into the room. 

"Give me about an hour, then come rescue me," she laughed. 

"Rescue you?" I asked, a confused look on my face. 

"Yes, darling. Come pick me up, I hope I don't sound egotistical, but I bet I'll get some attention down by the pool. I want you to come pick me up, like at a bar." 

She had changed into her bathing suit in the bathroom, so I hadn't seen what she was wearing. Now a cover up hid her attire from view. To say I was curious would be an understatement. She picked up her sunhat, pursed her lips at me, and slipped out the door. 

I laid there for a few more minutes, but her slightly cryptic behaviour had me wondering, and that feeling was stronger than my fatigue. I got up, stood under the shower for a few minutes, then dressed and followed in her wake. 

If only our room faced over the pool area, I would have been able to locate her easily, but since I had been denied aerial surveillance, I was forced to do ground recon. As soon as I stepped out onto the deck, I knew it would take a while. 

I'd been to Vegas before, but hadn't spent much, or any, time around the pool at any of the hotels I'd stayed at. Now we were staying at a big hotel, the pool area was gigantic, and it was full... of incredibly beautiful women, and guys trying to get next to one of them. At least I'd have fun while I searched. 

I started on the perimeter. There were several little bars located around the outer edge, and I used them as vantage points, scanning the immediate area around them. I was shading my eyes, looking for Becca, when I heard a sultry voice. 

"Looking for anything in particular?" It asked. I turned, coming face to face with a tall, stunning blonde, clad in a scanty yellow bikini. My eyes went on autopilot, visually caressing her lean, lithe body, before getting stuck on her big tits, a pair that put Becca's marvels to shame. By the time I dragged my gaze up to her eyes, hidden behind large sunglasses, she was smiling. 

"Yes, sorry," I gulped, taking in her beauty. "Actually, someone in particular." 

"You're staying here, I take it?" she asked, not wanting to take no for an answer. 

"Yes, with my wife, or at least, she'll be my wife tomorrow," I replied, fighting to keep my eyeline at the neck level or higher. She wasn't making it easy, tugging at the halter strings of her top, and making her huge globes jiggle. She seemed to like the news that I wasn't yet 'officially' taken. 

"Hmmm," she said, tipping her glasses down. She fixed me with her piercing blue eyes, and gave me a quick undress with them. "Well, if you can't find her, or you change your mind, come find me. I'm Milan... room 17221." The glasses came back up, she smiled incandescently again, and turned away, walking with a memorable waggle. She caught me watching her, too. 

Damn, there were hundreds of gorgeous women out here. Tall ones, short ones... Bikinis, or sexy one-piecers...and, of course, all the colours of the rainbow, in skin tone and hair as well. I even saw a much-tattooed, rail thin, purple haired chick, with huge, obviously enhanced knockers, wearing a tiny bikini that matched her hair, but barely covered her pierced nipples. Actually, I have her to thank, in a fashion, for finally finding my darling Becca, as I was watching her jiggle past when I saw the group of people in the background, with a distinctive sunhat peeking through. 

I made my way to the nearest bar, which gave me a view of Becca. She was laying on a sun lounge, in front of a private cabana. She had been right; her attire, or virtual lack thereof, had attracted a lot of attention. There were a half dozen guys hanging around, ogling her and trying to chat her up. I could hardly blame them. 

Becca's bikini redefined 'brief'. A spider web of black strings with small swatches of fabric covering the vital areas, it concealed her nipples, just barely. The bottom half was equally tiny. Perhaps six square inches of fabric separated her from nudity. She was making me hard from this distance. The guys around her were all bulging, so she'd had an obvious effect on them as well. 

I sat there, nursing a drink, watching from my observation post for a while. Becca was well oiled. She had started to apply it herself, but there was no shortage of volunteers to help. She had turned onto her stomach, and four of her suitors were rubbing oil into her back and legs. At first, they avoided the firm, bare flesh of her ass, but gradually, they became bolder, taking liberties while I watched. Now their hands kneaded the oil-slicked globes of her rear, and occasionally dipped their fingers onto the velvety skin of her inner thighs. 

Well... I'd seen enough. These guys had pole vaulted across the line, from helping Becca to groping her, and groping her was my job. I finished my drink, stood, making myself as imposing as possible, and walked in her direction. When I stopped a few feet away, the two guys working her legs had one hand each between her legs, fingers very near to her barely covered pussy. 

"Gentlemen," I began, staring them down. "You seem to have your hands on my lady." I jerked my thumb to the side. "Get lost." 

One by one, they relented, although the last one lingered long enough to whisper something in her ear. She shook her head, sitting up and extending her hand to me. I helped her to her feet, and back into the high-heeled sandals she'd been wearing. She plucked up her hat and wrap, took my arm, and we walked back into the hotel. Well, I walked...she sauntered... paraded... jiggled... wiggled... bounced. I assume you get the idea.

We were in the elevator, and Becca was adjusting her cover-up, as the door began to close. Suddenly, a small, elegant hand reached in, causing the door to reverse, and a gorgeous blonde stepped in. She tipped her sunglasses down. It was the goddess from the pool deck, Milan. 

"I see you found her," she said quietly, turning to Becca. "I hear congratulations are in order." She saw the look of confusion on Becca's face. "Your young man and I met while he was looking for you by the pool. He mentioned your upcoming nuptials." She paused, leaning into a very European hug with Becca. "Congratulations, again." 

The elevator stopped on her floor, the seventeenth, and Milan took a step out, stopping at the threshold. She gestured to me. "May I?" she asked Becca, who paused, then nodded. "Congratulations," she whispered leaning in, pressing her huge breasts against me, and kissing me on the cheek. "She's lovely." One final question for us. "I wonder... would you please allow me to take you both to dinner tonight? To celebrate? I know it's terribly short notice, and I am virtually a stranger, but... well, it's a tradition in my culture to celebrate such occasions when they arrive. I assure you, money is not a factor. Let it be my wedding gift to you."

I had rarely seen Becca at a loss for words, but she was now. 

"Please... Give it some thought, and let me know your decision. I'm sure your fiancé remembers my room number. Call me later," Milan added, letting the door close. 

We rode in silence the remaining eleven floors to ours. Likewise, not a word from Becca as we walked down the hall to our door. I was beginning to think she was mad at me. I opened the door and followed her in. 

She spun quickly and pinned me to the door as it closed, crushing her beautiful tits against my chest and her lips against mine. Nope, not mad, just incredibly horny. I guess getting felt up by a bunch of strangers in public had turned her crank. A lot. 

About twenty minutes later, I rolled off her panting, gasping, glowing body, having just made another deposit deep inside her dripping pussy. She had cum at least three times, testing the soundproofing of our suite each time, and despite the more than adequate air conditioning, we were both soaked in sweat. 

"Thank... You," she breathed, her first conversational words since we got in the elevator. "Now, how did you meet the blonde bombshell?" 

"Oh," I laughed, "I was wandering around, looking for you on the pool deck, and she tried to pick me up. I told her I was taken, but she seems pretty hard to dissuade." 

"I see," she whispered. "So, call her back. Tell her we'd love to have dinner with her." She saw the surprise on my face. "That is... if you want to?" 

Hmmmm, let's see. Having dinner with gorgeous, busty redhead... Good! Putting buxom blonde on the other arm... Better! I picked up the phone, punched in Milan's room number, and ten minutes later, we had a date. 

I won't profess to know where we were going, and Becca didn't know much more, but Milan was an admitted Vegas veteran, so we left ourselves in her very capable hands. Her only instruction had been to dress for dinner and dancing, which left a lot of latitude for Becca. 

I let Becca pick my wardrobe for the night. Safer that way. No matter what I wore, I was going to be the afterthought among the group when we went out, of that I was sure. Becca was trying on every one of the six dresses she had brought with her, and had narrowed the choice to either a racy little red number that showed her legs to maximum effect but hid her other assets, or the perfect little black dress that made her tits look spectacular, and hugged her scrumptious ass as well. I voted for the black one, but I was biased, always looking for a way to get her big jugs on display. 

Milan called, and we arranged a time to meet downstairs. We were a minute or two late getting there, and as we walked out, a man opened the door to a stretch limo waiting in front. He gestured for us to approach, and as we did, an impossibly long pair of sexy legs appeared within. 

"Ms. DiNofrio is waiting for you," the driver said. 

I held Becca's hand as she slid into the backseat of the car, joining her when I was able. My senses would take a while to catch up with us. 

Milan was sitting quietly, looking incredible. Her fabulous curves were clad in snug black silk with golden trim, matching the radiant colour of her hair. I was stunned. Becca had finally come to the conclusion that you could never go wrong with the classic little black dress, so her tits were quite well displayed for my viewing pleasure, but Milan had succeeded in one-upping her. Actually, make that two-upped, as her mind boggling boobs were equally shown, their magnificent fullness rising and falling with her breathing. 

A few minutes of predictable chit-chat followed, and I found myself in the middle of them on the backseat as they talked around me. 

"Do you care to know where we're going, or are you up for a surprise?" Milan asked, smiling brightly. I deferred to Becca, who didn't care either way, so we listened while Milan said a few words in Italian to the driver. Off we went. 

Our first stop was dinner, and we caught quite a few incredulous looks as we walked from the limo into the casino. I would have thought that a guy with a well built woman on his arm was hardly worth noticing in Vegas, given all the showgirls around. Perhaps it was the blonde bookend on the other arm that had attracted the extra attention. On their high-heels, both women were nearly six feet tall, so maybe that was it. I know if I hadn't been the one in the middle of them, I'd have been watching both pairs of big, jiggling tits bouncing along as we walked. When we arrived at the restaurant, Milan peeled off, talking to the maître de for a few seconds, and then gesturing for us to follow. 

We walked to the back of the dining area, through a door, and into a private dining room. It was quieter back here, and we had a private server who helped us get seated at the large round table. She, the server, was one of the aforementioned showgirl types; blonde, scantily dressed in a tophat and tails, and very well stacked, with endlessly long legs. I glanced at Becca, who was busy checking her out as well, and she smiled back at me. 

"Good evening, everyone... I'm Vanessa, and I will be taking care of your needs tonight," she said. We all introduced ourselves as Vanessa passed our menus around, and took our drink orders. "If there is anything that you'd like, please let me know," she smiled, her eyes lingering on mine for a few seconds, "whether it's on the menu or not, I'll do my best to get it for you." I watched her bare ass wiggle away, peeking out from under her tails as she left to get our drinks. When I turned back, Becca was giggling at me. 

"Are you going to be okay, baby? If you're not careful, someone might step on your tongue!" she whispered, leaning over to kiss me, and giving my crotch a quick grope as she did. 

I couldn't help noticing that Becca was resting her chest on the edge of the table again, as she always did, and as she had on our first night at the pub. She knew she was doing it, and she knew I loved it, because it really made her boobs look yummy. Apparently, Milan also took that seminar, because she was doing it, too. I had a veritable boob buffet right here at the table. 

Vanessa was back, adding her own remarkable rack to the display. When she delivered our drinks, she bent from the waist, straight legged, and hung her big, round breasts out for inspection each time. Her 'tuxedo' top was more of a halter, scooped deep, and barely covered her nipples. She definitely was making me thirsty. I was happy to see that both Becca and Milan seemed to be enjoying the show as much as I was. When she left us after delivering our third round, Milan was the one who spoke up. 

"My goodness, she has beautiful breasts, doesn't she? She's very pretty, overall, but those breasts... Do you think they're real?" she asked no one in particular. 

"Hmmmm," Becca laughed, blushing a little at the topic of discussing another woman's tits, "hard to say. If they are, she's very lucky, given how lean she is." The booze was having an effect." Speaking of beautiful breasts, yours are magnificent, Milan. What do you think, honey?" she asked, turning to me. 

Oh shit! How do I answer that one, without shooting myself? 

"Um, whose boobs are we talking about, my dear? Yours are my favourite! " I offered, hoping that would end the conversation. It didn't. If anything, it only added to the fire I was in. 

"Why, thank you, darling," she smiled, "but that's not what I asked. I asked," she repeated, "what you thought of Milan's breasts... They're lovely, aren't they?" 

I looked over at Milan, who was smiling at me, enjoying my discomfort. She squeezed her arms together slightly, making her boobs swell upward more enticingly. I decided that honesty was the best strategy to take. 

"I think, my Sweet, that if I wasn't already committed to you, and in love with you, that I would have accepted her offer to join her in her room. I think we'd be naked and sweaty right now and I would be greatly enjoying access to those beautiful breasts." Milan blushed, and I turned to Becca. 

She smiled, and nodded. "And what of our sexy server's boobs? Do you think they're real, or has she had them done?" 

Vanessa had just returned with some appetizers, and bent to place them on the table (the appetizers, not her boobs), showing off her tits once again. They did look good. 

"Vanessa," I began, "may I ask you a question?" 

"Of course," she laughed, smiling. She stood tall, adjusting her coat. 

"We were just admiring your breasts. As you can see, both my dinner companions are... Shall we say, well endowed? We were..." She smiled, and held up her hand. 

"Ah, yes... I know where you're going. The answer is no, they're not mine," she giggled, bouncing them slightly, "but I do have the receipts, so I guess they're mine now. Do you like them?" she asked, pulling her coat open and leaning forward. 

I glanced first at Becca, then Milan. Both were smiling, and nodding. 

"We certainly do." 

"Well, then it's unanimous," she laughed, "because I love them! Worth every penny!" 

Becca and Milan exchanged some coded gestures, and stood, walking off to the ladies' room. That left me alone with Vanessa. 

"So, what brings you out tonight?" she asked, smiling down at me from her towering heels. 

"We're celebrating... getting married tomorrow!" I replied, trying not to stare at her body. With me sitting and her standing, my eyeline was pretty much level with her thong-covered crotch. A little camel toe showed in the satiny fabric. Looking up at her eyes wasn't much easier, as it brought her mountainous tits into view. 

"I would normally assume that meant you and one of the ladies, but things have changed, and this is Vegas! " she laughed, causing my eyes to drift onto her jiggling boobs. 

"You would be correct," I laughed back, "about your assumption, not the other options." 

"You and..." 

"Me!" Becca chirped as she returned, with Milan a step behind. They took their seats. "He's my man," she smiled, her eyes glistening, "and tomorrow at 3, we make it official!" 

Well then... I'll get the champagne to celebrate!" she smiled, turning quickly and briskly walking out. I wasn't able to keep from watching her cute ass wiggle under her tails as she left. When I turned back, Becca was grinning at me. 

"She must do very well, tip wise," she laughed, "but I suppose that's the point." 

A couple of minutes later, Vanessa returned with the bottle, and I watched her jiggle as she walked in. She stared directly at me, as though showing off for my benefit. 

"With the compliments of the manager and our congratulations," she said, bending to pour glasses for the three of us. "I wonder if I might make a request?" She was pouring Becca's glass at the time she asked it, wisely leaving the decision in the bride's hands. "May I attend the wedding? I'm off tomorrow, and I love weddings." 

Becca didn't even hesitate. "Of course you can... we'd love to have you!" 

There was a slight pause as everyone processed the Freudian double entendre that Becca had just served up. When Vanessa turned back to face me, she was blushing slightly, and her eyes were sparkling more than before. She licked her plump lips unconsciously. 

"Since you're coming... to the wedding, that is... you must have a drink with us, to celebrate," Becca added, extending her glass. 

"Okay, but just a little one, or my boss will have my ass!" she laughed, taking the offered flute and sipping quickly. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 07



I sat there, smirking at the sexual tension that had escalated palpably in the last few minutes. When Vanessa left to get our meals, Becca quickly rose, and moved over to sit in my lap. 

"I hope you don't mind," she said to Milan, "but I suddenly find myself in need of a kiss from my husband-to-be." Milan simply raised her glass and nodded. 

Becca kissed me. Actually, it started as a kiss, but within seconds, she was pawing at me as her tongue plunged deep into my mouth, demanding mine do the same. She ran her hand down my arm, grasping my hand and pulling it inside the neck of her dress and onto her breast. 

"I'm so fucking horny right now," she whispered, her breath quivering with desire as I fondled her softly. "I could do you right here on the table, but I don't think that'll fly, even in Vegas!"

"Mmmm, I guess not," I breathed back, "unless you want our wedding pictures to include mug shots." She giggled, and resumed kissing me. 

Vanessa rolled a trolley into the room, bringing our dinners in while Becca and I continued to make out like unrepentant teenagers. She placed our meals on the table, walking quietly around us, talking with Milan, before finally stopping behind me. She leaned close to my ear. 

"I hate to disturb you," she whispered, "but dinner is served... if you're done with your 'appetizer'... or shall I lock the door and give you some privacy?" 

Becca giggled, pulling away from my lips. She blushed as Vanessa's eyes followed my arm down to where I had a handful of her breast. She slowly extricated herself from my lap, and returned to her chair. 

"Vanessa, if you knew her the way I do," I replied, glancing over at Becca squirming in her chair, "you'd know that when she's excited, privacy is low on the priority list. Right honey?" 

Becca looked like a child caught being naughty, which was mostly true. 

"Yes dear... That's right," she said quietly. "I suppose I'll never live that one down." 

"I don't suppose you'd care to share?" Milan piped up, smiling at me. "The story, I mean... not anything else you may have in mind!" she clarified. 

Becca snorted in laughter, and all of us joined her. She gestured to me, deferring the storytelling to my judgement. 

"Okay," I began, "it was not that long ago, at a flag football game that I was playing in... during halftime... in the men's room... loudly..." 

"Oh god," Becca gasped, "just thinking of it makes me wet! It was so good!" 

"Well, well," Milan laughed, glancing around at us, "aren't you just full of surprises? Here's to spontaneity!" she added, raising her glass again. 

Vanessa laughed too, her eyes lingering on mine for a few extra seconds. She had a bit of a flush in her cheeks. "On that note, I'll leave you to your meal. If there's anything else you would like, I'll be nearby." 

We ate in relative silence, interspersed with chit-chat about several unrelated topics. The sexual tension in the room slowly eased, but there were still two sets of erect nipples tenting the dresses of my dining companions. Vanessa was too far away to see if she made it three sets, but I'd guess she did. 

The food was very good, and when we finished, Vanessa enticed us further with a selection of deserts, which were far too delicious to decline. The ladies each had creme brûlée, and both consumed it amid moans of enjoyment. I'd heard Becca moan like that before, and it had little to do with desert. I looked at her and arched my eyebrows. 

"It sounds a little like an orgy in here, with the two of you doing that," I laughed. "You're getting me excited!" 

Milan immediately took up the challenge, scooping a little of her remaining desert out with her spoon and licking it off with obvious sexual connotations. She caressed the utensil with her tongue, making no effort to disguise her lascivious delight as she moaned suggestively. 

"Mmmm," she hissed, staring me down, "so creamy, and delicious... I simply can't get enough!" 

Becca quickly leaned across the table, a big gob of custard on her spoon. She held it out, and turned it above Milan's face. The thick paste began to succumb to gravity, sliding slowly off the spoon toward Milan's open mouth, her tongue extended expectantly. It landed with a wet plop, spreading across her lips. 

"Oh fuck! You two are going to drive me crazy!" I groaned, shifting in my seat. I was getting uncomfortably hard in my pants. Milan winked, and licked her lips clean. 

"Thank you for sharing," she said in a husky voice to Becca, who nodded in response. 

Vanessa was grinning when she brought coffee around after desert. 

"I have to say... you people are the most fun I've had all month!" she laughed, bending again to show me her tits, or pour the coffee, whichever matters least. I noticed that a little more cleavage was visible... It was getting close to payment time, so perhaps she was trying to pad her tip by showing a little more. It would have worked on me, but I wasn't the one paying the tab, so I just enjoyed the view. 

Finally, we were done, and the bill arrived, quickly snatched up by Milan with a smile. Becca sat in my lap for a minute or so, picking up where she left off by jamming her tongue down my throat, while Milan dealt with Vanessa. There seemed to be a lot of conversation going on between them, and I noticed that Milan gave her something extra after the bill was paid. 

"Our chariot awaits," Milan said when she returned, indicating that we should follow her out. Vanessa was waiting by the door, and I finally got to sample her enhanced breasts when she hugged everyone as we passed. Becca gave her the location for the wedding, and we were off. We walked out through the casino slowly, and I found myself the meat in a big boob sandwich again. The evening's alcohol consumption had taken a toll both ladies, and they were leaning on me a bit more than they did on the way in, but since that meant they were pressing their big tits into my ribs, I wasn't complaining. We made it unscathed out to the limo, and into the back. 

This time, Milan sat on the forward end of the u-shaped couch, leaving Becca and I at the rear. It didn't take my bride-to-be long to take her place on my lap, this time straddling me, grinding her crotch hard into mine while she sucked on my tongue. She was vibrating with lust. My hand found its way under the back of her skirt, onto the bare skin of her firm ass, holding her close as the limo began to move. 

"Mmmm," she moaned into the kiss, finally pulling away from my lips. "I need you... NOW!" 

"I've never had sex in a limo," I laughed, while she gave me a smoldering look. She tilted her head in the direction of Milan, and arched her eyebrows. "Would you be offended if I took care of my bride's needs?" 

Milan just smiled, and nodded. She knocked on the partition, which dropped a few inches. "Drive around for a while. I'll let you know when to continue." Then she turned back to me. "Please, proceed. I hope you don't mind if I watch? There's not much else to do in here." 

Becca smiled, and virtually leapt off my lap, settling in front of me. She wasted no time dispatching my belt, and seconds later had my pants down around my ankles, freeing my hard cock. She gave it a few loving caresses, and rubbed her cheek against the head. 

"Ah yes... Here's what I need," she whispered, engulfing it in her mouth deeply. "Mmmm hmmm." 

Milan was trying to see around Becca, sliding around to the side of the couch, moving closer. She finally stopped when she had a clear view, watching Becca's lips dance on my shaft as her head bobbed up and down. She looked at me, and licked her lips. 

"Nice cock," she laughed, "I had a feeling about you, from the second I saw you by the pool! She's a lucky woman!" She saw Becca reaching behind her neck, and helped her unzip her dress, then settled back on the couch. She pulled her own skirt up, showing me her tiny thong. 

Satisfied that my cock was ready for action, Becca crawled aboard, sliding the crotch of her minuscule panties aside, and spearing herself enthusiastically. Her pussy was a warm swamp of juices, and slid smoothly to the base of my dick. 

"Oh fuck, yes... That's it! I've needed this big thing in my pussy all night! What with her, "she nodded to Milan, "trying to pick you up, and then Vanessa taking every opportunity to flirt with you and show you her tits... I've been getting hornier by the minute." She shrugged the dress off her shoulders, giving me access to her breasts, and pulling my face into them. I latched on, sucking her nipples dutifully. "That's my baby! Suck my tits like a good boy!" She started to rise and fall slowly, fucking herself. "I'm sure I'll be cumming soon, as wound up as I am..." 

I suddenly had a thought, that needed resolution immediately, so I pinched her nipple. 

"Hey!" she gasped, barely interrupting her rhythm, "I like it, but not that rough!" 

"Just checking something," I replied, "now you pinch me." 

"Pinch you?" she asked , looking at me quizzically, before the light bulb went on. "Oh, I get you. Fear not, my love... this... ," she laughed, clutching my cock with her muscular snatch, "... you are not dreaming, I can assure you. I really am fucking you in the back of a limo, while a woman we've known for about four hours masturbates... I can't see, so I assume she's masturbating, right?"

I checked. "Let's see... Legs spread wide... Hand stuffed into her panties... One deliciously huge breast exposed while she plays with her nipple... Making happy noises..." Milan smiled and moaned loudly, on cue, "... Yep, I'd say she's masturbating!" 

"Good," Becca resumed, now fucking herself more vigorously, "so, as I was saying... I'm fucking you... in a limo... driving around Vegas... Milan watching us and fingering her pussy... thousands of people, just a few feet away... Uhn! Oh god! OH FUCK, YES!... OHMYGOD! AAAAAAHHHHHN! YESSSSS!" she screeched, talking herself into a monster orgasm. She quaked and shook, her head thrown back as she howled in bliss. I'm sure the driver knew what was happening in the back of his car, as would anyone on the block we were driving by. As if Becca wasn't enough, Milan added her own growls of joy to the soundtrack of sex that filled the stretch interior. 

The girls may have had their fun, but I was just getting warmed up. I grabbed Becca's ass with both hands, inched us forward off the seat so I was on my knees, and dropped her on her back on the couch opposite Milan, who was still diddling her clit with one hand, and playing with her breasts with the other. 

My turn to fuck now, and I intended to do so. I grabbed my luscious redhead by the hips, and slammed into her pussy. Becca yelped. I found a comfortable spot for my knees, and started to pound her cunt hard. She squealed every time I drove the length of my cock home, and her big tits rolled across her chest like waves of erotically charged jello. I glanced over at Milan, who had three fingers drilling in and out of her dripping pussy in time with my corresponding thrusts into Becca's equally wet hole. Her head was tossing from side to side. The atmosphere in the back of the car was electic, and I was getting close. 

I rose up, changing my angle of attack, driving down harder into my lovely lady's pussy, just as the car stopped at a traffic light. It might have been the slight bouncing of the car, the small squeaking of the springs... or maybe Becca's shrieks of orgasmic bliss... Whatever gave us away, I heard voices from outside, cheering me on. 

"Yeah, buddy, fuck her good!" and several hoots of encouragement made their way in from outside, while Becca screamed "FUCK ME!" repeatedly. 

We were moving again by the time I felt the tide rising in my balls. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby! Where would you like it?" 

She flicked her tongue at me, and opened wide. Enough said. 

Yanking my dick out of her gooey snatch, I shuffled forward on my knees, stopping by her head, and she sucked me in. She clamped her lips shut just in time. I exploded, filling her mouth with hot cum, while she sucked eagerly. I twitched, flexed and spewed, while looking deep into her eyes. Finally spent, I laid back, pulling out of her mouth, landing beside Milan, who had just finished her own orgasm. I thought we were done, but Becca had other ideas. 

She sat up, and gestured for our busty blonde companion to move closer. Milan leaned forward, and Becca leaned over her face, their lips mere inches apart. 

I must admit, having just had my synapses fried by a huge orgasm, it took me a few seconds to process what was happening in front of me, as Becca opened her mouth slightly, and a slimy string of my spunk oozed out. Gravity pulled it, longer and longer, until it dropped into Milan's open mouth. I groaned, and my cock twitched again. Becca opened wider, and more goo poured out, eagerly received by Milan. Finally, Becca just pressed her lips to Milan's, swapping cum with her directly. 

I began to think my dream about life with Becca had been somewhat incomplete. For one, she seemed quite at ease with other women, and by 'at ease', I mean half naked, and currently engaged in a smoking hot french kiss with an equally unclothed blonde bombshell with tits bigger than her own spectacular globes. 

The ladies had apparently sucked all the cum from each other's tongues, and parted lips. Becca gave her one final peck, and looked down at her own hand, which was gently fondling Milan's breast. 

"Honey," she laughed, "I suddenly don't feel much like dancing. Would you mind if we just went back to the hotel?" Her hand kept caressing Milan's boobs. 

"Sure, baby," I replied. "What do you feel like doing?" As if I didn't know that look. 

"Um... Fucking." She kissed Milan one more time. 

Milan smiled, and knocked on the partition. She didn't even try to cover her naked tits when it rolled down. 

"Home. Now," she directed. The partition went up. "I think my suite will be more comfortable. It's huge, and so is the bed." 

Becca was tucking herself back into her dress, and turned her back to me, allowing me to zip her up. 

"Wherever, as long as there's a bed," she laughed.

***

Suite 17221 was beautiful. Milan was right about it being huge. Massive corner windows looked out over the strip, and I was wandering awestruck when Milan walked over to the phone. 

"I'll just make a few calls... I'm sure I can find myself a partner for tonight," she said, picking up the receiver. 

"I don't think that will be necessary," Becca answered, stepping over to her side in an instant. "I would be willing to share, one more time, at least."

Milan put the phone down, smiling as she did. "As long as you're sure. I don't want to become a problem, so close to the start of your life together." 

"I'm sure," Becca chirped, wrappings her arm around Milan's shoulder and turning them to face me. "We'll be his bachelor party gift!" 

"Oh!" Milan laughed, "Just one call then... I know someone who would love to get in on this! Is that alright?" 

"What the hell?" Becca said, "As long as I'm sharing... What happens in Vegas..." 

"... Stays in Vegas!" we all said in unison, followed by a wave of laughter. 

Milan pulled a card from her purse and punched in some numbers, walking away with the handset. "It's a surprise!" she giggled, leaving me alone with Becca. 

My darling fiancé gazed at me, stepping into my arms. 

"So now we can say we've had sex in a limo!" she hissed, kissing me. "It was fun." 

"So, how much of an idiot would a man have to be, to let a certified sexpot like you get away?" I asked, holding her close. 

"I don't know... Why don't we call my ex-husband and ask him?" she giggled, smiling at me. 

"Oh, we don't need an immediate answer. Just send him an email," I replied, kissing her softly. 

"Mmmm... That's a great idea!" she laughed, spinning quickly out of my arms, and racing to her purse. Out came her cell phone, followed by a flurry of typing thumbs. It took her surprisingly little time to prepare the message, but I took a seat beside Milan, who had finished her call and returned, to wait. She took advantage of my proximity to engage in some introductory kisses, placing my hand on her breast as well. She felt wonderful. 

"Okay, how's this sound?" Becca asked, turning back to me. I stopped fondling Milan self-consciously. "Dear George. My boyfriend and I are in Vegas, and were just about to go to bed with a beautiful, buxom blonde playmate. He asked me how big an idiot anyone would be to let me go, so I thought we'd ask the man who should know. How big an idiot are you? P.S. We're getting married tomorrow, so you can take your next alimony check, and shove it, on yourself, where I'm thinking of letting him fuck me! " She smiled at us. 

"Touché," I laughed. 

"Hmmmm. Does he have a thing for foreign women? You could add that I was born in Italy, if you think that would make it better. And you could add..." 

The doorbell rang. It was weird, but Milan's suite had a doorbell. 

"Ah. Perfect timing. As I was saying," Milan said as she walked across to the door. "you could add..." she peeked out the peephole and smiled, opening the door, "... her!" 

The door opened wide, and Vanessa stepped in! She had changed out of her work clothes, but there was no mistaking that body, those lips... This party was just getting started, and it was already the best night of my life. 

Vanessa took one look around, and made a beeline over to me. 

"I hear I've been given permission to do this," she whispered, pressing her lips to mine. "I wanted to do that all night, and I got the feeling you felt it too." I nodded, and she pressed her full, round, surgically enhanced (like that made any difference to me... Not) boobs into my chest. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" 

Becca was madly typing into her phone again. "And... Send!" she giggled pressing the button. She tossed the device over her shoulder onto the couch, and looked around. When she saw Vanessa kissing me, she scooted over to us, wearing a big smile. "That message will kill my ex. Excuse me," she said, tapping Vanessa on the shoulder, "Do you mind if I cut in?" 

Vanessa finished her current kiss, and pulled back, smiling at me. Her smile turned to surprise as Becca spun her around, and took my place, kissing her, instead of me. 

For the second time in the last half hour, I watched the love of my life kissing another... Woman! The first time, my wits had been dulled by the aftermath of my orgasm, but this time, I was quite aware of the proceedings. I continued to watch as their tongues duelled, and they crushed their big tits together. Eventually, they pulled apart, and Becca saw the look of surprise on my face. She read it correctly. 

"Hey... I went to college, too. I had lots of 'girlfriends' in school, and sometimes, we got bored, and had fun with each other!" She looked at Vanessa, and smiled again, "After twenty-five years of marriage, I had forgotten how much fun women could be!"  

"Speaking of women... Where's Milan?" I asked. The search began. Fortunately, while the suite was large, it wasn't that large, and I won the scavenger hunt, mostly because I had a fair idea where to look first. Little did I know, when I'd met her on the pool deck earlier today, that even though I said 'no', the answer would be 'yes'. 

Milan was patiently waiting, laying on her side, her head on a pillow, in the middle of a ginormous round bed, at least eight feet in diameter. When she saw me in the doorway, a wide smile crossed her face, and she beckoned me in with her finger. As I approached the bed, she unwrapped the silk from around her body, rolling onto her back, and surrendering herself completely. She didn't need to say anything; the look in her eyes as she gazed at me spoke volumes, and I was listening closely. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 07



I joined her, and she enveloped me in her arms, pulling my lips to hers. She deftly removed my shirt, caressed my chest, and pressed her warm, soft breasts against me. Her blue eyes bored into mine as we embraced gently. 

"Well," Becca's voice said, from behind, "no matter what you're looking for... it's always in the last place you look, right?" she laughed. "Unless it's right where you thought it was!" Vanessa was standing beside her, and they both started removing each others clothes.

I was watching them, as I hadn't had the pleasure of seeing Vanessa's body yet... Well, the few parts that had been covered by her outfit at the restaurant, anyway. I felt a hand on my chin, and turned back to the gorgeous Italian goddess whose body was awaiting my attention. Other than her thong, she was naked. 

"They're not going anywhere... Let's get the ball rolling," Milan cooed softly in my ear." I really need some of what I saw in the limo. Please, make love to me."

I ditched my remaining clothes, as quickly as possible. Milan rolled off her dress and dispatched her thong across the room like a slingshot. By the time I was naked, she was laying back, thighs spread, with her beautiful, bald pussy welcoming me. I took my spot, and started to slide into her receptive cleft, stopping about halfway in when I had a thought. 

Becca was now laying beside us, on top of Vanessa. They were exploring each other's bodies. 

"Honey," I asked, "I know this seems like an odd time to ask, but you're sure this is okay with you?" 

Becca raised her head from Vanessa's breasts, and looked at me. She glanced down to where my dick was partially inside Milan's cunt. For her part Milan was moaning, clawing at my shoulders and begging for the rest of my shaft. Becca smiled. 

"Well, gee, I don't know," she laughed, as Milan tried desperately to push her pussy up around my cock. "Maybe I've changed my mind. You know... Woman's prerogative, and all that!" she winked at me. 

Milan howled. "NO! You can't stop now! I need it! Please! PLEASE!" she giggled. 

"Oh, alright," Becca replied, teasing further. "Maybe just one or two strokes..." 

I smiled, playing along, and drove my cock home, grinding against her clit. She groaned. 

"One," I said rising and falling again, "and two!" The second one was harder, slamming into her pussy. 

"Oh god, yes!" Milan moaned. "More please? I have money?" She was getting into her role in this game. "I'll eat your pussy later if you let me have him?" 

"Well, that's the same offer I just got from her," Becca laughed, rubbing her face on Vanessa's firm globes. 

"That's right," Vanessa said, joining the game, "you'll have to do better!" 

Milan thought for a second. "Clothes! I'll let you raid my closet! You can't turn that down... You'll look great in some of my dresses!" 

"Sold!" Becca laughed. "He's yours, just don't bring him back empty." She went back to sucking Vanessa's nipples. 

"Damn," Milan whispered, looking deep into my eyes, "that's exactly what I was planning to do...empty those balls of yours." She lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist. "Okay darling, you are mine now. Fuck me, please." 

Well, she did ask nicely. I kissed her and began to shaft her gently, while she moaned softly, expressing her enjoyment. 

"Ooooooo," she whispered in my ear, "I do love watching myself get fucked!" 

That one had me confused, until I glanced over at Vanessa, who was enjoying Becca's appreciation of her very erect nipples. I saw her eyes locked on the ceiling. I turned my head, and out of the corner of my eye, saw my own ass pumping up and down as I fucked Milan. The mirror on the ceiling was almost as big as the bed, and round as well. 

"You," I laughed, looking back at the luscious blonde under me, "are a very, very bad girl!" She giggled, but her eyes never left the image above us. 

"And you," she hissed into my ear, "have a very nice cock! I've been hoping we'd get this chance all night. Your wife is going to be a very happy woman, but you're not married yet!" She stroked my chest. "Why don't you lay back, and let me look after you? Then you can watch."

How could I turn that down? I eased off her, and we switched spots. I noticed that Becca and Vanessa were back joined at the lips again. It would seem that my soon-to-be wife really did have a taste for women, much as I had dreamed. Who knew? 

I stretched out on my back, and Milan laid between my legs, grabbing the base of my thick cock with her delicate hand. She smiled at me, and opened her mouth, drawing my dick in. She moaned softly, sliding her lips down further, taking as much of me in as possible. Above me, in the mirror, Becca and Vanessa had a short conversation, and moved to either side of me. Without a word, they joined Milan, and now three tongues slithered wetly up and down my hard-on, a sensation I'd not only never had before, I hadn't even dreamt of it. They continued, and I savoured the feel of their mouths on my cock and balls, while I watched the three heads, one red and two blonde, provide pleasure unlike any other. 

Milan thanked the ladies for their assistance, and started to crawl up my body, straddling my hips. Vanessa quickly stepped directly over me, pushing Becca over on her back, and diving between my wife's legs. She wasted no time, spearing Becca's pussy with her tongue eagerly. 

I was torn. Part of me wanted to watch Milan as she lowered herself onto my dick. Another part was desperate to see my darling Becca getting devoured by a gorgeous blonde showgirl. But, I was still thinking like a man who didn't have a huge, circular mirror over his head. I could do both! 

Milan slipped the head in, and dropped her pussy onto my cock, grinding herself down hard. She leaned back on her arms, and looked up, making eye contact with me in the mirror. She started to bounce, fucking herself, while watching me watching her. Her boobs got very active, attracting my attention immediately, in both the direct and reflected view. 

Becca's squirming under Vanessa's tongue had resulted in her head being right next to mine, even though her body was angled away. I turned my head to look at her, and she did the same. 

"You're sure I'm not dreaming this, right?" I laughed, gesturing toward Milan's sumptuous body, writhing blissfully as she rode me. 

"If you're dreaming it, then I am too, baby!" she moaned. "This woman can really lick pussy!"

In the mirror overhead, I saw Vanessa raise her hand, holding it in my direction. It took me a second to interpret the gesture, slapping her hand, the first time I'd ever high-fived a woman that was eating my fiancé's pussy. I mean, that happens every day, right? 

The next hour was a bit of a blur. Milan skewered herself to at least two orgasms before she vacated the saddle, allowing Vanessa to take her place, and falling into Becca's clutches. I watched my darling and our blonde Italian host making out enthusiastically, whispering in each others ears periodically, and giggling like giddy schoolgirls.

Vanessa rode me for several minutes in relative silence, letting me watch the other two in the mirror until she decided she would like some undivided attention, dropping to my chest and rolling us over skillfully. 

She immediately planted a blistering kiss on my lips. When she finally released me, her eyes were sparkling wildly. She was closest to me in age, actually younger than I was, and her body was hard and tight. 

"May I ask you a question?" she whispered, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, and absorbing my gentle strokes gratefully. 

"Please. Go ahead." 

"I can't help but notice your wife is older than you. How did you two meet?" she asked. A soft moan escaped as I probed her pussy. 

"Very long story. Let's just say that her husband didn't adequately appreciate what a sexual being she is. Once I opened the floodgates, there was no escaping her desires. Do you know she fucked me in the limo on the way here from the restaurant? Right in the middle of the Strip, screaming at the top of her lungs. She still surprises me, sometimes, like kissing you, or what she's doing now, " I laughed, glancing over to see her red mane pinned to Milan's pussy by the hand on the back of her head. "She's all the woman I can handle. It's a good thing I'm younger, or she'd kill me!"

Vanessa smiled, and leaned closer to my ear. 

"Well, I can't argue with that, but I'll let you handle this woman, if you'd like? Come on... Fuck me with that big dick!" she hissed wriggling her hips. 

Well, this was my impromptu bachelor party. I loved Becca, and wanted to spend my life with her. Despite our age difference, she was all the woman I could ever want. That being said, Vanessa was spectacularly pretty, smoking hot, eager to please... and currently connected to me by my dick, so I didn't need much convincing to comply with her request. 

I kissed her again, and increased the tempo of my thrusts. Our little discussion had given me a chance to regain some energy, and step back from the edge of my orgasm, so I now threw myself into my task, fucking this incredible body as I saw fit. Vanessa's big hooters were squashed between us, feeling somewhat different than Becca's natural globes, or Milan's natural wonders, but wonderfully sexy anyway. 

We've all seen porn actresses who've gone a bit overboard with implant size, to the point where their breasts are obviously after market additions. They don't move the way a woman's breasts are supposed to. Vanessa's boobs weren't like that, so she must have had a decent pair to start with, and just, as the surgical term would imply, 'enhanced' them. 

No enhancement of her face was required. She had beautiful lips, and her eyes were huge, deep, and an icy-blue colour. They were locked on mine. 

"My turn for questions," I grunted. 

"Okay... Uhn... Uhn... Go... Ahead!" she panted as I drilled her deeply. 

"You get...laid a lot?" I asked 

She blushed, and looked sheepishly away. "At the risk of... Oh fuck, that's good!...of sounding like...uhn...a wanton slut...shit, your cock feels good...um, yeah...I do pretty well. Why?" 

"I was just wondering," I growled, "where your favourite...oh, fuck...place for a man to...fuck!...cum was? And don't take too long to answer...because I'm almost there!" 

"Me too!" she gasped. "Hold it for just...another few...OH MY FUCKING GOD! YES!...YES!... I'M... AHHHHHNNN!...MY TITS! CUM ON MY TITS!" she howled, thrashing about wildly. Her screams attracted the attention of Becca and Milan, who had been cuddling together after Milan had cum on my wife's tongue. They moved closer. 

I pulled out, kneeling between her legs, stroked my cock once, twice, three times...and exploded. 

"FUUUUCK!" I groaned, as the first salvo leapt from my twitching tool. Despite Becca having sucked up a load in the limo, it had now been about two hours of intense stimulation since then. I'd been in Milan's pussy through several of her orgasms, been licked quite desirably by all three ladies, and had just been fucking Vanessa for about thirty minutes, so my cork had been holding back some serious pressure. 

"Fppppppppppt!" Vanessa sputtered, as my opening shot, overshot the range to her twin targets, and landed on her face...neck...cleavage...a thick, white stripe of liquid lust that glistened in the soft lights. 

"Ooooooo, nice one!" Becca laughed, her face right next to my hip, watching my hand choke my dick furiously. 

I lowered the elevation of my cannon barrel, and fired again. Bullseye! A cum-blot of Rorschachian proportions adorned her left breast, splattering over the nipple, and oozing into the valley between her tits. It took two more blasts to similarly decorate her right side, and by then, there wasn't much left to fire, the dregs dropping weakly onto her stomach. 

Speaking of dropping weakly... I did exactly that, flopping on the bed beside her. We were both spent, and I rolled my head to watch her big boobs rise and fall, quivering with each ragged breath she took. 

Becca's tongue appeared, worming across Vanessa's cum soaked, hugely erect nipple. She latched onto the stiff bud, and suckled lovingly. Some blonde hair moved in the background, as Milan came to join the feast, pressing her lips to Vanessa's plump pair. I watched their tongues duel, sharing my cum back and forth, and moaning softly. 

I laid back, watching the action in the mirror above. Vanessa writhed under the attention of both Becca and Milan, who were licking her from stem to stern, cleaning my discharge as they went, before finally settling, each one moored to one of the busty blonde's perfect, artistically sculpted breasts. Vanessa's hand inched down, and started plucking at her clit, completing the circuit the ladies had started by suckling her nipples so gently. 

I watched as they got her off. It was beautiful. Gentle. Sensuous. 

Sigh. Does what happens in Vegas really have to stay in Vegas? 

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The clock edged closer to three , as we waited our turn at the wedding chapel. Becca was absolutely radiant, even more so than usual. Milan and Vanessa had taken her out to get her hair done this morning, leaving me alone in that huge bed, for the first time since last night. I really hadn't slept much, as it seemed that the ladies were taking shifts on my cock, and even when they had all been satisfied and we passed out, I was awoken by lips reviving my tired soldier on two occasions. At least being alone let me sleep a bit. 

Milan had made good on her offer to give, not lend, my wife a dress. I had been shooed back to our suite for that, as the three of them raided the closet gleefully, trying on everything under Milan's watchful eyes. They wanted the dress to be a surprise, and it was.

I looked across the room at my blushing bride, her hair cascading in flaming waves around her face and over her shoulders. She was flanked by the two blonde goddesses that were our new friends for life, and there were three magnificent sets of breasts displayed for the envy of every man and woman in the waiting area. Milan and Vanessa had even found two dresses that were quite similar in colour, fittingly blue to match their eyes, and letting them pass for bridesmaids of a sort. 

Becca was clad in burgundy, a silky sheath that caressed her curves in a way that I'm sure my hands would try to match when I removed it later. She was beautiful. Always had been. Always would be to me. 

I was an emotional train wreck. Nervous doesn't begin to describe it. It wasn't being married that had me freaked...it was being married to her, the most erotic, satisfying, demanding woman I'd ever met. I didn't want to let her down, like her ex had. Fidelity was not an issue, and it would seem, if recent events were any indication, that we might be sampling a few playmates together. 

"Nervous?" I heard, from behind me. It was Becca's smoky voice, the one that had originally piqued my curiosity, and led to our first night together. I turned. 

"Yeah, but it's me not you. You do know that I love you, right?" I asked. 

"Of course...never a doubt. It's just that I've done this before, and it didn't end so well. I can't help wondering how much of that was me, and I don't want that to be us," she whispered, licking her lips nervously. 

"Is it bad luck to kiss the bride before the wedding?" I asked. She opened her arms and took me in. 

"Hmmmm, probably no more so than letting you fuck those two the night before!" she laughed, easing the tension. We both turned, and looked over at Vanessa and Milan, looking oh so delicious. Milan fluttered her fingertips at me, and kept talking to her blonde cohort. "I'm surprised you can stand. Try not to fall asleep during the ceremony?" Her smile was enough to light the city. 

At last it was our turn, and we were herded in for a few lines of officious dialogue that ended with Becca and I echoing each other's 'I do's'. 

We were now officially husband and wife. Milan wouldn't let us leave without a parting dinner, and this time, Vanessa's pretty ass was in a seat beside us, not parading around under a ridiculous costume. 

We parted a couple of hours later, hugs and kisses all around. Becca took a few minutes with our new friends out of my hearing range. When she joined me she had a big grin on her face. 

"Care to share?" I asked. I didn't intend the sexual connotation. 

"Actually, that's exactly what I was planning. They have our address at home. We might not always be in Vegas, but Vegas can come to us!" 

Okay... Somebody pinch me! Please! 

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Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 08



Hi there! Becca is back. 

I'm putting this one back in the Mature category, but it could also fit in Loving Wives, or even Group Sex. 

This storyline was one of my earlier efforts, and I left it a bit unresolved. For that I apologize. I hope this one works, and you enjoy reading it. 

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We had a lovely flight back home from Vegas. The airline gods even blessed our union with a free upgrade to the first class cabin, which allowed us to stretch out and be comfortable. 

My darling wife...that was going to get some getting used to, the 'wife' bit... took getting comfortable to new levels. We were barely off the ground before she made a restroom visit, and came back with a sly little grin on her face. Becca was a never ending surprise, and as she took her seat beside me, she pressed something into my hand. Something she had hidden under her arm. Something fabric. 

I cautiously peeked at the item...actually, two items...and found her panties and bra. She pretended not to see me glance at her, but the smirk told me otherwise. 

"You do realize, it's going to be difficult to sneak into that bathroom together, given all these people facing that direction, and the fact it's only twenty feet away?" I whispered into her ear. 

"Yes, I do. If it comes to that, I suggest we walk to the back restroom. I just wanted you to know that my pussy is wet, open, and uncovered under my skirt," she smiled, whispering back. "My nipples are quite hard, as well."

Yes. That much I could see, as her thimble-like nubs poked at her blouse. She lifted the armrest between us, and leaned into my side, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She pressed my hand against the side of her breast, and sighed contentedly. 

The flight was not really long enough for any extracurriculars anyway, but we cuddled, and I fondled her covertly, until the plane began its approach. 

When the stewardess made her rounds, asking everyone to prepare for landing, Becca had her hand on my crotch, softly caressing the bulge she had caused. My own hand was full of her left breast, over her blouse. The stewardess didn't even bat an eye. I suppose it wasn't the first time she had seen similar activities. 

"We're about to land," she smiled, her gaze flicking across the two of us. "Could you please return your seats to their upright position, and put the armrest back down?" 

"Of course," Becca nodded, and quite openly gave my crotch a parting pat. She continued to explain, "we just got married, and I can't keep my hands off him."

"I think he feels the same way about you," the blonde giggled, winking at me. My hand hadn't relinquished it's grip on Becca's breast, but did as she sat up. "Congratulations to both of you!" she smiled, then whispered something I didn't hear into Becca's ear. They both laughed 

"Oh yes, that's for sure," Becca smiled brightly, "and thank you." 

I let my curiosity go unsatisfied for as long as I could. We landed, taxied, and parked, while I stewed. As we were walking along the jetway, heading into the terminal, I had to ask. 

"What did she say?" I begged. Becca looked around, and pulled me off to the side as we entered to terminal. She leaned back against the wall, and put her arms around my neck. 

"She said I should have fun, and that you looked like you could show a girl a good time," Becca smiled, and pulled me in for a scorching kiss that lasted for quite a while. "She was right. I can't wait until we get home. Do you think we can find some place here for a quick one?" 

"Somehow, I doubt it," I replied, looking at the hundreds of people milling about around us, and that was just this gate. "Let's go get our luggage, and get home as fast as we can." Becca bit her lip and nodded. 

"God, I am so horny," she hissed, taking my hand as we weaved through the crowd on the way to the baggage claim. "I'm dripping, honey, and as you may recall, my panties are in my purse. The breeze on my wet lips is making it worse." 

And, that picture is making it harder for me to walk, baby, I thought. I'd love nothing more than to bury my face in your sodden gash for a few minutes, then fuck the shit out of you. If I thought we'd get away unarrested, I would do it right here, with an audience. 

We waited for our luggage, with her burrowing into my chest. It was cute. She was a middle aged woman, acting like a horny teenager...and she was all mine, with the possible exception of time spent sharing her with playmates of our mutual consent. I would never forget the image of her writhing under the attentions of both Milan and Vanessa, just a day or so ago. 

At last, our bags appeared, and I extricated myself from my wife's embrace to retrieve them. Becca bolted to the restroom, and I had everything ready to go when she returned. 

"I needed a wipe," she giggled. "It was running down my leg. I put my undies back on, so I won't make a puddle while we're in the taxi." 

I smiled, and pushed our cart full of luggage outside. We actually had one more bag coming home than we did going out, as Milan had given Becca several dresses, most of which I hadn't seen yet. I was looking forward to a fashion show at some point in the future. 

The first taxi in line rolled up, and we tossed our bags inside, then took our seats for the twenty minute ride home. The driver was the loquacious type, chatting away, and Becca was happy to join in, telling him about our trip, and how happy we were to be home. She gave him the sanitized version of things, of course, leaving out all the sexual adventures, but I got the feeling she would have been happy to let him know the whole story. 'Horny' can be as judgement impairing as alcohol at times. 

As the taxi disappeared down the street, I unlocked 'our' front door, and dragged the bags inside. Becca was rubbing off on me, so I pulled the luggage directly into the bedroom, and opened the windows. She always likes to open up everything when she gets home, to air the place out, and I did the same, sliding the glass doors open in the dining room. I suddenly realized that I didn't see, or hear, my wife. 

"Becca?" I called, beginning my search. I walked past the front hall, and the door was still open. 

My darling was standing on the front step, waiting quietly her hands behind her back. She was smiling, and rocking up and down on her toes. She didn't say a word. 

"Oh yeah!" I grimaced, as the light bulb finally went off. "Sorry, honey. I'm new at this married thing." 

"No apology necessary," she giggled, lifting her arm, and allowing me to scoop her up into my arms for the traditional threshold carry. "I think you know where I'd like to go." 

"Right. The kitchen..." I laughed, kicking the door closed. She flicked the deadbolt on. 

"I had somewhere with softer horizontal surfaces in mind," she smiled, and kissed me. 

I carried her down the hall, and eased us through the bedroom door, placing her on the bed gently. She pulled me down on top of her. 

I was pretty sure that I was the luckiest man alive. What would have happened of I hadn't answered that phone call? What if I had chickened out, and not asked her to meet me? What if, indeed. 

I couldn't see a way that this tall, luscious, busty creature would have wound up here, in bed with me, even as a casual, onetime guest. Being here, and wearing a glittering diamond on the ring finger of her left hand, would seem impossible. The events of recent days in Las Vegas would have remained firmly in the realm of fantasy. 

I looked down into her deep, brown eyes, and brushed a few strands of her flaming red hair away from her face. She licked her lips and smiled. 

"So, Mrs. Rebecca Wellington-Smith," I breathed, "wife of yours truly, Robert Smith...are you happy?" 

"Mmmmm. Deliriously," she nodded, her eyes reflecting a glint of arousal. "There's only one thing that could make me any happier. Perhaps you could make love to me? If it wouldn't be too much trouble?" 

"Yes Ma'am," I smiled. Oh, the things I have to do. 

I undressed her slowly, unwrapping her like a treasured gift, which is how I felt about her. 

Becca laid back, patiently waiting, her arm behind her head, while I unbuttoned her blouse. 

One. 

Button. 

At. 

A. 

Time. 

With the last fastener undone, I opened the black silk fabric wide, laying her bare to the waist, except, of course, for her bra. Black as well, it cradled her deliciously large breasts, holding them up, and forming the cleavage that I was currently kissing softly. A hint of areola peeked over the lacy edges of the cups, and a firm bump indicated the location of her stiff nipples. I could never get enough of her breasts, and she knew it, taking every opportunity to entice me with them. 

This bra fastened in the back, and she was lying on the catch, so I just gripped the shoulder straps, one at a time, in my teeth, and tugged them off. Like a playful puppy, I yanked each strap down, until her bra was loose around her waist, and those magnificent tits were available for worship. She batted her eyelashes at me, and sighed, rolling her shoulders slightly. Her boobs responded, wobbling with fluid grace across her chest. Her eyes met mine, silently asking me to continue. 

Her nipples were standing tall, begging to be tasted. I knew what she wanted, and took her left nipple into my mouth gently, suckling happily. She moaned, and her free hand found the back of my head. She stroked my hair. 

"Oh, you do know what I like, don't you baby?" she breathed. I nipped the stiff bud with my teeth...one of her favourite triggers... and she moaned again. "Mmmmm, yes...that's my honey. Don't stop." 

I continued to nibble at her ample breasts, while one hand slid down her belly. Her legs, so far, crossed at the ankles in a relaxed fashion, opened slowly, as my hand inched down her firm thigh. When I reached the hem of her snug skirt, it ducked under the fabric, and headed back up her smooth skin, caressing her inner thigh softly. Becca used her free hand to tug the zipper on her hip down, loosening the taut garment. 

My fingertips touched her panties, and she hissed, a quivering, excited breath. While I switched nipples above, my fingers gently traced the indentation between her labial folds. Her panties were soaked, and heat radiated out, indicating her extreme arousal. 

"Oh, baby, my clit is on fire!" she groaned. "I've been horny since we boarded the plane. Please, let me cum. I'm going out of my mind."

I released her nipple from my lips and smiled, nodding slightly. She grinned, and hurriedly wiggled out of the skirt while I moved down her body, so that only her soggy panties stood between my tongue and her pussy when I took my position. She peered down at me, twisting her nipples anxiously, awaiting the touch of my mouth on her snatch. I pressed the flat of my tongue against the tiny, silky barrier, tasting her familiar nectar. A moan from above, as her head lolled back. 

I teased around the edges of her panties, tracing the elastic where it pressed into her smooth lips. She had a bit of a camel toe wedgie, which looked a little uncomfortable, so I hooked my finger in the waistband of her underwear, and eased them down. Becca helped me, arching her back to lift her ass off the mattress. Her clit, nearly as big as the tip of my little finger, peeked out from between her thick, slippery folds. 

Becca desperately freed one leg from the restriction of her panties, and spread wide, grabbing the back of my head. She urged me on. 

"Shit, honey...please, suck my clit! I can't take much more!" 

As much as I loved the full, round curves of her huge breasts, I loved her thick, dangling lips nearly as much. She had a pussy made for grazing, chock full of sweet honey just waiting for my tongue to dip into it. She was dripping wet, and I was hungry for dessert. 

I licked her from bottom to top, dipping deep between her lips, opening the shiny petals of her flower wide. She gasped as I wiggled the tip of my tongue as deep as I could, then slid up to twirl around her clit. I flicked it a few times, and she grabbed my hair, pulling my face tight to her crotch. 

"Please... Oh, please..." she breathed. 

All right, my darling...you've suffered enough. 

Becca's clit was about as big, and nearly as prominent, as her nipples, so a similar strategy was obvious. I latched on, suckling gently. 

"Oh my god...yes, baby... that's it... oh yes..." she howled. The howl became a shriek, when I gave it a little nip. "OoooooOOOOOOOOOOOOoh my goddddddddddddd! YES! YES! YESSSS!" 

She wanted to cum, and she did. Boy, did she ever. I'd like to take credit for the screaming, bucking, twisting, thrashing orgasm she was experiencing, but truthfully, I didn't really do much. She had been winding herself up all day long, and all I had to do was flip the switch to set her off. More proof that the mind is the Queen of all erogenous zones. 

I held on tight, slurping away at the sluicing wellspring that her cunt had become, while she screeched through her orgasm. Now that she had started, it seemed that every little touch of my tongue or lips only added to the ecstasy, and she came over and over, and over...and over. Her voice began to crack as each wave hit her, until she couldn't take any more pleasure. Her hands, once used to keep my lips on her clit, now frantically pushed me away. 

"Oh god, oh god, please stop!" she gasped. "I can't breathe!" 

Well, it wouldn't do to be widowed this soon after trying to knot. People would get the wrong impression. I backed off, and she melted onto the mattress, panting and wheezing ragged, desperate breaths. I crawled up beside her, watching her breasts heave and shudder as she caught her breath. It was an amazing, and highly erotic sight. My dick was like stone. I hoped I'd get to use it. 

"Holy fuck, honey," she smiled, having recuperated enough to speak. "That was intense. Give me a minute, will you? Why don't I suck your cock while I recover?" 

That was a very tempting offer. My wife gave great blowjobs, and I really, really liked the feel of her lips on my shaft. Okay, you talked me into it. 

I kicked my pants off, and she reefed my underwear down my legs, freeing my stiff cock. She moaned as she took it into her mouth, and began to suck it softly. 

You've heard of music on hold? I think I was experiencing the sexual equivalent, getting a very loving blowjob while waiting until I could fuck her. Except, of course, that music on hold sucks...in a bad way...and Becca sucks very, very well. Your call is very important to us...thank you for holding, how may I fuck you? 

My gorgeous redhead was now ready for action, and straddled my hips, dropping her wet gash onto my dick with one swift motion. 

"Oh, that's better. Nice cock, baby," she smiled, undulating her hips. "Very nice cock." She leaned forward, and dangled her melons in my face. She didn't need to ask. I grabbed a handful of each, and fondled her firmly, as I kissed and licked her nipples. Like I said, she knew what I liked about her body, and wasn't shy. Like Pavlov's dog, I became a slobbering, sucking fool when she put those beautiful tits in my face. 

She moaned as she rode my dick energetically, and I gnawed on her nipples, bringing them to full erection. Her pussy was so warm, and wet, it was a heavenly embrace that I enjoyed without reservation. 

I released her breasts, and watched, entranced, as they jiggled... swayed... bounced... swung... slapped... doing a mesmerizing dance on her chest. It would probably take years of therapy to determine why I found her breasts so incredibly alluring, but in the end, it was pretty simple : I loved big tits in general, and hers in particular. The reason why really didn't matter. The bell was ringing, so I salivated, and grabbed her boobs again, slurping at her nipples happily. 

"Mmmmm, that's my good boy," Becca moaned. "You suck Mommy's nipples so good! Keep going honey, while I fuck your big, hard cock with my wet pussy. Do you like my wet, juicy cunt on your big cock?" 

Well, if there was any doubt remaining about my wife's excitement level, she put it to rest. Becca only became chatty like this when she was steaming hot, and only played the 'Mommy' card when she was feeling particularly naughty. 

As for my part in the conversation, well...all I could do is moan and nod the affirmative. My mouth was full of her left nipple at the time, and she was holding her breast with one hand, feeding it to me, milking its fullness, as though I might receive a mouthful of sweet milk from her beautiful globes. Oh, how I'd love that. 

"Mmmmm, keep sucking, baby...Mommy's going to cum, soon! Oh yes," she groaned, "Oh yeah, suck me honey...oh yeah, Mommy's cumming! Mommy's cumming! MOMMY'S CUMMMMMMMING!" 

She held my face tight against her chest. I could feel her cunt clutching tight, squeezing my shaft in a rhythmic, rippling fashion, as she ground herself down against the base of my dick, punishing her clit. 

As her orgasm ebbed, she released my head, and sat up, breathing heavily. Her eyes had a dreamy, unfocused look. 

"Ooooo, yeah...Mommy came," she whispered. "Mommy came big! Does Daddy want to cum?" I nodded. "I thought you might." 

Becca lifted off, and spun around, taking the 'playful puppy' position, with her ass high in the air, and her shoulders and chest down on the bed. She wagged her tail. 

I paused behind her, and bent to lick her gaping pussy once more. I gave each thick, dangling lip a suck, and fluttered my tongue across her clit a few times. Finally, I slipped three fingers into her, and rubbed hard across her g-spot. 

Becca screamed, and her fists balled up, grabbing the covers for support. 

"FuuuuuuUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!" she wailed. 

I finger fucked her hard, for several seconds, then pulled my fingers out, and slammed my hard cock back into her. I slapped her ass, then grabbed her hips, and began to pound her pussy furiously. I gave her full length strokes, crashing into her firm ass each time, the sharp report of our bodies echoing throughout the silent house. Well...silent, other than my grunts and Becca's screams. 

I leaned forward, and growled at her. 

"I'm gonna cum all over your face and tits... Mommy." 

My sweet MILF squealed with glee, and nodded. 

"Oh yes, you young stud! I want it! Fucking cum on my face!" 

I was ready, and yanked my cock out. Becca deftly rolled on her hip, turned, and held her large boobs out as a target. She smiled, and extended her tongue as well. If she wanted to, she could have a future in porn. 

I flogged my dick, jerking madly, staring into Becca's eyes. I felt the first shot race up the length of my shaft, and grunted. 

Cum leapt from my cock, splashing across her tongue and lips. Surge after surge followed, painting her cheeks, and dripping from her chin. A stream ran down her neck, and globs adorned the upper curves of her full melons. I shook the last of it into her cleavage, and she grabbed my cock, sucking it deep into her mouth. I put my hands on her shoulders, to keep my balance, while she vacuumed me clean. When she released me, I sat back, exhausted. 

I watched as my wife scooped up my cum, licking her fingers and moaning, apparently finding my discharge delicious. She spent a couple of minutes cleaning herself, then laid back. 

We cuddled together, catching our collective breath, in relative silence. Becca finally spoke. 

"Honey...I hope I can be a good wife for you," she said quietly. 

I didn't need to ask for the source of that feeling. Some emotional baggage is harder to dump than others. No matter how often you try to lose it, it just keeps on getting returned to you, like trying to throw away a garbage can. This particular carry-on bag had her ex-husband's name on it. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 08



"Becca, you are the most wonderful woman I've ever met. You are warm, and loving, honest and open. You're not unfair, or demanding. The only thing you ask for is something that you should get from everyone, and that's respect. I love you. I think you're sexy as hell, and I couldn't ask for more."

"You're just saying that because you're my husband," she giggled, walking her fingers around on my chest. 

"No, I'm your husband because that's the way I feel about you," I smiled. "Don't sell yourself short, baby. You are just that good." 

A mischievous grin spread across her face. 

"You think I'm good? How about when I'm bad?" she asked, bashfully. 

"Oh, when you're bad, you're even better," I laughed. Sorry about that, Mae West. You ain't got nothin' on my Becca. 

"Oooooooooo, then I'll try to be so very baaaaaad for you honey," she breathed. A kiss ensued. 

Married life, with my wife. I think I'll keep her. 

*****

I knew this day was coming. Ever since I met Becca, I knew she had two kids, not much younger than myself, and that we'd have to meet eventually. That meeting had been scuttled by bad weather once, and was supposed to happen before we got married. 

Now, it was after the fact, and I was a little nervous. If we couldn't get along, there would be friction between Mother and children, and I would get the fallout. 

It was Saturday afternoon, and I was home alone, pacing a hole in the floor. Becca wanted to pick the kids up at the airport herself, and had left almost two hours ago to meet their flights, from two separate schools. Fortunately, there was only an hour between the scheduled arrival times, so she didn't need to wait too long. I, on the other hand, was losing my mind, and my imagination was running wild. 

I heard the car in the driveway, and briefly considered running to the door, but decided against looking that anxious. I retreated quickly to the back yard, planning to feign ignorance of their arrival. Soon, I heard Becca's voice. 

"Bobby? Honey? We're home," she called lyrically. 

"Back here, Sweetie," I replied, trying to look busy doing nothing. 

Three forms appeared at the glass door. One I knew well, one looked very much like her Mother, and one was a male. I flashed back to 'the dream', and immediately noticed a difference. I expected one of the kids to be showing disapproval, but I didn't expect it to be Lizzie. 

Becca looked a bit tense as she did the honours, introducing us. 

"Clay, Lizzie...this is Bobby. Honey, I'd like you to meet my kids. I'm sure you know which is which." She was trying to break the tension with humour. It worked on me. The kids?... Not so much. 

"Yes," I laughed, "I can figure it out. Nice to meet you, Clay," I offered, extending my hand. Clay smiled, and stepped forward. 

Nice to meet you too," he replied, without the sarcasm I would have predicted. He was genuine. "I'm not calling you Dad, though!" he laughed, shaking my hand. 

"That's fine...Mr. Smith will do," I jabbed back, winking at him. I turned to Lizzie. 

Oh, this could be trouble. 

"Jesus, Mom! He could be in my class!" she spat, glaring at me, arms crossed over her chest. I couldn't help noticing it was a nice chest. "What were you thinking?" she scowled, as she walked away. 

Becca rolled her eyes, exhaling gently. She looked at me and smiled. 

"Well, why should it be easy?" she giggled. "Give her some time. She'll come around." 

"Do you want me to talk to her, Mom?" Clay asked, hugging her. 

"Maybe later, baby," Becca smiled, kissing her son on the forehead. "Let's just leave her alone for the time being. I should start dinner. Why don't the men in my life spend some time together?"

Clay shrugged and sat down, gesturing for me to do the same. I gave Becca a peck, and a pat, then watched as she walked inside. I sat next to Clay at last, unsure of what to expect. So far, he was the polar opposite of what my subconscious was expecting.  

"So...you and my Mom, huh?" he asked quietly, sitting forward. 

"That's right," I smiled, leaning forward as well. "She's a wonderful woman." 

"Oh, that's for certain," he replied, turning his head to face me. "I have to say...you're not what I pictured when I saw my mother remarrying, but... that's not my call to make. As long as she's happy, that's all that matters. Welcome to the family, Bobby."

"I really appreciate that, Clay," I laughed. "So...son...have you met any cute girls at school?" Yes, I was messing with him. 

He burst out laughing, and sat back, relaxing. 

"You're not supposed to be looking!" he smiled. "You're a married man!" 

Married, yes, and to the most wonderful wife in the world, who doesn't mind sharing me a little, and joining me in fun. But, you don't need to know those details, I thought. 

"What do you do for a living?" Clay asked. 

This was a point of contention with the 'dream Clay'. I hoped for a better outcome in the real world. Here goes. 

"I'm a self employed financial advisor. I help my clients make better money decisions, and plan for their future," I smiled. 

"So, is my Mother a client of yours?" he probed. 

"Yes she is, but that's not how we met," I answered, "if that's what you're asking. Your Mother is a very intelligent woman. Once she had all the information, she asked me to help her."

"How did you meet, anyway?" he asked, thankfully not challenging me about my work as 'he' had before. 

"Just fate, I guess," I replied, and gave him the quick version. Phone call, asked her out, turned down, reluctantly agreed to meet, told to leave, convinced her otherwise, found common ground, fell in love. You know...just the usual way two people meet. 

"Mom says you play football, too?" Clay said. 

"Yup. Quarterback, in a flag football league," I laughed. "You play?" 

"A little. Got a ball?" 

"Of course. Back in a sec," I smiled, and walked inside. 

I found Becca in the kitchen, figuring out dinner for four, rather than two. 

"Well, you're not bleeding, so I assume it's going fine?" she giggled, intercepting me on the way to the fridge with a kiss. 

"Yeah. So far, so good," I smiled, patting her beautiful backside, clad in her jeans, as it often was. I grabbed two Cokes from the bottom shelf, of the fridge. "My ball is in the front closet, right?" 

"Yes. You're not going to hit him in the head, are you?" she asked, grinning. 

"He has nothing to fear. Remember, that was the dream?" I laughed. 

"Yes, I know. I also know I saw you punish someone who had unkind words for me, and that wasn't a dream," she said, giving me the serious look.

"Relax, sweetie. Clay is safe. He just wants to toss the ball around," I smiled, and headed for the front hall closet. I passed Lizzie, who was heading toward the kitchen, along the way. 

No, she didn't say 'Hi', but she didn't knee me in the balls either. I retrieved my football. 

Clay was still sitting patiently when I walked outside, tossing him a Coke as I approached. 

"No beer?" he laughed. 

"Nope, I don't drink," I replied. I took a swig from my own can, and spun the ball on my fingertips. "Ready?" 

Clay took a few steps back, and turned, holding his hands up like he was a wide receiver about to catch a pass. From this range, I couldn't miss, and lobbed it perfectly into his palms. Within minutes, conversation waned as we had spread to maximum range in the yard. 

He had a decent arm, but put too much air under the ball for my liking. 

***

We spent about half an hour outside, before Clay's arm ran out of gas, and we took a seat by the pool again. It was a good workout. I needed another drink, so I headed inside. I made it as far as the door, then heard the voices from the kitchen. 

"Mom, I just don't understand." It was Lizzie's voice. She was helping her Mother make dinner, and they had finally started talking. 

"What is there to understand, honey? Can you tell me why you picked any of your boyfriends? All I know is that I love him, and he loves me. Age is just a number, and it doesn't mean anything unless you want it to." Becca's response was heartwarming. Part of me wanted to walk right in there and hug her, but they were working things out, so I stayed away. Not far enough away to miss what they were saying, mind you. 

"Okay, but what are you going to do in ten years? Or twenty? Or thirty?" Lizzie asked. "I'm not saying you're old, Mom, but he's so young..." 

"Oh, yes, he's so young" Becca said with her sultry voice, "and I love it! Mmmm hmmm!" 

"Mom!" Lizzie gasped. "Ewwww!" 

"Oh, Lizzie...grow up. You didn't exactly come about by immaculate conception. I...have...sex..." Becca said sternly, "and I like it. Why is this so difficult for you to understand? Did you not notice how old the bimbo your Father left with was? Do you give him a hard time?"

"Mom, he's a man. It's different for men," Lizzie said. 

I winced. That was a mistake. Becca did not follow a double standard. 

"Elizabeth Wellington! You take that back! Last time I checked, your birth certificate didn't say 1950. Hell... MY birth certificate doesn't say 1950! It is not...repeat, NOT...different for men! I'm shocked that a young woman in this day and age would even think such a thing, let alone voice it."

There was a long silence. 

"Lizzie, I love you. You're my daughter, and always will be, so there's nothing you can say or do that will stop me from loving you," Becca said quietly, "but, this matter is not up for debate. Bobby is my husband now. I love him, with or without your approval. I would very much like the two of you to get along, but if you can't make peace with this, feel free to keep your opinions to yourself. End of discussion. Please go let Bobby and your brother know that dinner is nearly ready."

I didn't want to be busted eavesdropping, so I tried to make it look like I was heading for the bathroom, as Lizzie appeared, and walked outside. She saw me, but said nothing. Apparently, she was keeping her opinion, and her manners, to herself. 

Dinner was delicious, as usual, but the atmosphere was a bit strained. Clay was fine, but Lizzie was predictably tight lipped, as she ate in silence, avoiding eye contact and conversation. She was certainly her Mother's daughter, and really didn't like being told what to do, especially when she was being muzzled. She reached her limit. 

"Mother," she whispered tersely, "I find myself feeling a bit ill. May I please be excused?" She didn't even try to disguise her sarcasm. 

"Of course, Lizzie," Becca smiled. Lizzie quickly stood, and left the room. A few seconds later, a door slammed down the hall. Becca rolled her eyes again. 

"Is it time to talk to her yet?" Clay asked. 

"Actually, I think it's my turn," I laughed. "Wish me luck." I finished my last few bites, wiped my lips, and stood, bending to kiss my wife. "Here goes nothing." 

"Don't turn your back on her," Clay quipped. 

"I'll try to remember that," I replied. Before I knew it, I was standing outside the door to Lizzie's room. I knocked. 

"Go away!" she growled. 

"Lizzie... I think it's time we had a chat. May I come in, please?" I asked quietly. 

"Oh sure! It's YOUR house now!" she snarled, dripping sarcasm. I opened the door slowly. "What do YOU want?" 

"Just to talk," I smiled, slipping into the room. "May I sit?" I gestured to the chair at the desk. 

"Whatever!" she hissed. She was sitting up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, arms crossed over her chest again. 

I sat, and waited patiently. If I could force her to speak first, I might have better luck in getting to the truth. The silence was deafening, as she glared at me. And glared at me. And glared at me. Finally, she cracked. 

"Well? Are you just going to sit there, or do you have something to say?" she asked. 

"Actually, I was hoping you had something to say. I already know what I'm thinking. It's your motivation that needs clarifying," I said evenly. "Please. Talk to me. I'd really like to know what you're thinking." 

"My Mother has already made it clear that my opinion doesn't matter, and she'd prefer it if I kept it to myself," she said angrily. 

"Well, that may be what she said, but you and I both know that your opinion does matter to her," I smiled. "She might not change her mind, but she'd be happier if you were on board. Tell me what you're feeling? Just between you and me."

"Look...I'm only here for the weekend, so why don't you just leave me alone until I leave, then you're free to do whatever you want with my Mother," she said. 

"And when you're gone, you'll forget all about us, right?" I asked. "Lizzie, you're only hurting yourself, and your Mother. I'm giving you the chance to get it out. Go ahead. Yell at me. Curse me out. I know you're upset about this." I paused for a minute to let her think. "Or, you can just sit there for two days and stew. I can't make you talk to me. It's your choice." 

I started to stand. 

"You really care what I think?" she said quietly. 

"A few weeks ago...the answer would be no. I don't know you, so your opinion is like an asshole...everyone's got one," I smiled. She snorted. "Now? Yes I do care, mostly because I love your Mother, and despite her words, she cares too. I'm not planning to go anywhere, so we're probably going to have to be in the same room a few times in the next forty years. Maybe we should try to make that as painless as possible."

"Thank you for being honest enough to tell me you don't...or didn't...give a shit what I thought," she smiled. It was a nice smile. She was a very pretty girl, a younger version of her Mother, in nearly every way. Too pretty to be the scowling bitch she had been since her arrival. "You seem to be getting along with Clay."

"Yes. Does that surprise you?"

"No, not really. My brother doesn't care how things look to the rest of the world." I shook my head, disappointed. 

"Really? That's your concern...how this looks to everyone else?" I asked incredulously. "Did you care about appearances when your Father cheated on your Mother, and ran off with a girl not much older than you?" 

"First of all...okay, my Father's an asshole. What he did was wrong. I haven't spoken to him since then, and I'll never forgive him for what her did to our family," she snarled, an angry glare in her eyes. "But that doesn't make this right. As they say, two wrongs..." she said, letting me finish the cliché. 

"... Don't make a right. Tell me. Who is your Mother cheating on? The divorce is long since final. Is she not allowed to move on with her life?" 

I noticed that her responses were coming faster. She was spending less time considering her words, which meant her true emotions were showing through. Good. Now we're getting somewhere. When she snapped back this time, her voice had an edge, and increased in volume. 

"I didn't say that! Of course she's allowed to continue, and of course I want her to be happy! But..." she paused. 

"... Why do I have to be so young?" I finished. 

"Yes!" she gasped. "Exactly! It's ridiculous! It makes her look desperate!" 

"You've met your Mother, right? Do you think she cares about how it looks?" You should have seen the bikini she wore in Vegas, I thought. 

"The Mother I knew was very concerned how things looked. She would never do something that...my... Oh..." she trailed off, realizing what she was saying. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear that. You were saying?" I prompted. It was better if she said it. 

"I, um, I think I've been forgetting something," she said sheepishly. "Mom was very concerned that things were a certain way...for my Father. All she got for her trouble was heartache. I'm glad my Father's gone."

We sat in silence for a minute, while she thought things through. 

"When Mom called, months ago, and told me she thought she was in love, I was happy for her. When she told me that her boyfriend...you...was younger than she was, I wasn't concerned. I thought she meant a couple of years. I didn't want to know the details of her love life. When she told me she was married? Well, that surprised me, but I still didn't know much about you, other than that she loved you. Then I saw how young you were, and I think my Father's programming just kicked in. He would not be amused, even if you were with a complete stranger my Mother's age. He was very conservative."

So I gathered, I thought. Didn't like oral sex? What kind of man doesn't like blowjobs? 

"I think there's more, though," she added, now looking very guilty, "but I don't know if I should tell you. I don't want to be misunderstood."

"Don't worry about that," I laughed. "You're on a roll. Get it all out." 

"Okay, but I'm a little ashamed. Please don't tell my Mother," she asked. 

"Tell your Mother what?" I smiled. "I don't remember anything." 

"Right, well, when I saw you, I um...I almost...I felt...jealous? You understand...I'm not saying I want you, not that you're tough to look at. If you weren't married to my Mother, I'd give you a chance." she whispered. My ego primped its feathers. "Not that I wanted you, specifically," she continued. My ego stopped crowing. "More like I was mad that she was able to find someone, and I've been years between serious boyfriends. That you're my age only made it worse." 

"I'll have you know I'm, um, fifteen months older than you, young lady!" I chuckled. She laughed back. I had a feeling things were going to be just fine now. 

"What made you guys rush off to Vegas so fast, anyway? Mom's not pregnant, is she?" she grinned. 

"No!" I laughed. I wonder if I should tell her about 'the dream'? How in it, we ended up married after she got pregnant? How she, her Mother and I shared a bed often, and even our daughter eventually joined in? Hmmm. Probably be best to keep that information to myself. "We just knew it was right, and didn't want to wait," I smiled. 

There was a knock on the door. 

"Everything okay in there?" Becca asked. 

"Yes, Mom. Come in, please," Lizzie called. 

The door opened slowly, and Becca's face peered in. 

"I heard yelling, then it got very quiet. I worried you'd killed each other," she giggled. 

"No. Bobby was just helping me sort it out," Lizzie smiled. 

"You would have done it yourself," I replied. "I just speeded up the process." 

Lizzie stood up, and walked over to her Mother, hugging her tight. 

"I'm sorry Mom. I had no right to be angry with either of you. I'm glad that you're happy together. Can you forgive me?" she asked. 

"Forgive what?" Becca grinned. 

"I'm glad that's settled," Lizzie smiled, "because I have to pee!" She slipped out the door. 

"What...did you say to her?" Becca gasped, wide eyed. 

"Nothing. I just let her vent, and she realized why she was pissed off," I laughed. "I'd like to take the credit, but she's the one who talked herself through it."

"Well, either way, you're getting an extra special treat tonight!" she winked. 

***

It was, as she promised, a very special treat. Truthfully, every night with Becca was a special treat, but she was at her best that night. Once orally, once between her luscious breasts, and once from behind, she brought me to nirvana three times. Having to do so without being loud seemed to get us both wound up more than usual. 

When I woke up, Becca was nestled in my arms. I was spooning her, with a left handful of her left breast. It was Saturday morning, and she often let me sleep in while she made me breakfast, but this day she was still here, yet I smelled bacon cooking. My head was fuzzy from last nights erotic trifecta, so it took me a while to figure it out. 

"Mmmmm," Becca mumbled, "smells good. Must be Lizzie, trying to apologize." She wiggled her bum against me, then managed to turn in my arms. I was forced to relinquish my grip on her soft boob, but the firm rump that replaced it was nice, too. She kissed me softly. "Good morning, honey. Sleep well?" 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 08



"Mmmmm hmmm," I whispered, "like a log, when I wasn't being tempted into sex." 

"Tempted? Should I have let you sleep?" she giggled. 

"Not at all. That wasn't a complaint...just a statement of fact," I laughed kissing her back. 

A knock on the door signalled Lizzie's presence. 

"Knock, knock? Are you decent?" Lizzie called from the other side. 

"Come in, honey," Becca replied. The door opened. Lizzie peeked in. 

"As you may be able to smell, breakfast is well underway. Should be about five minutes," she smiled, looking at us warmly. "You are pretty cute together, I must admit. Am I bringing it in here, or are you joining Clay and I outside? It's a beautiful morning." 

"We'll be out in a few," Becca smiled, kissing me again. Lizzie giggled, and left us, closing the door behind her. "The way things started yesterday, I wouldn't have thought we'd have a conversation like that for a decade or so. Thanks for fixing things with her."

"I told you...I didn't really do anything," I replied, watching her roll out of my arms, and the bed. Her near perfect ass wiggled as she headed for the bathroom. She stopped, and turned, wagging her boobs at me. 

"Yeah, whatever. Like you didn't do anything last night, either," she winked, and spun away, disappearing around the corner. 

She came out a minute later, hair brushed, wearing her new bathing suit, another Las Vegas purchase. It was a black maillot, cut high at the hips, and with a sexy keyhole neckline, trimmed in red piping. Her hair looked incredible against the black, which was slightly metallic looking. The suit had a built in bra, so her big tits formed a mouthwatering display of cleavage. It was definitely a 'wow' suit. 

"Trying to cause a heart attack?" I laughed. "Your kids still think of you as Mom. You need to let them get used to the hot MILF version." 

"You want me to wear the other one?" she asked as she slipped into her robe. She was referring to the spider web bikini she'd been wearing the day we met Milan. 

"No. They're not ready for that one. I'm not sure I was ready for that one!" I laughed. 

"Well get your ass moving. I'm starved, so I'll eat yours if you don't hustle," she smiled, and walked out. 

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, and headed for the bathroom myself. 

By the time I joined everyone outside, breakfast was on the table. Lizzie had gone all out : bacon, scrambled eggs, pancakes, and even french toast. Coffee and orange juice to drink. 

It was indeed a beautiful morning, with warm, bright sunshine, a gentle breeze, and birds chirping happily. Even better with four smiles at the table. 

I know that single men often view a woman with children as having a strike against them. I suppose that's more likely to be the case with younger children, as your relationship becomes a group thing. With Becca's kids being grown and away from home, they were really more like well known house guests than children, but for this weekend at least, we were a family, and apparently a happy one. 

I ate, well, a lot more than I should have, and was sitting back, fighting off a belch, when Becca stood up. 

"Lizzie...thank you very much for breakfast. It was delicious." she smiled. I lost the battle, and burped. Everyone laughed. "See? He concurs with my opinion!" 

She walked over to one of the lounges, and opened her robe, slipping it off slowly. The suit glistened in the sun. 

"Wow, Mom," Lizzie gasped, "you're looking very fit. I'm jealous." She realized what she had said, similar to yesterday's conversation, and looked at me anxiously for a second. I smirked, and winked at her. 

"Thank you, honey. I feel great," she giggled, and dove into the pool, to begin her morning laps. 

You can say that again, I thought.

The rest of the weekend went swimmingly, no pun intended. When we all headed back to the airport on Sunday afternoon for their return flights, everybody got a hug. 

Even me. 

*****

Wedded bliss was exactly that. Blissful. 

Yes, we were newlyweds. You'd expect newlyweds to get along well, as long as there was a bed nearby, and that part of the cliché was true. Despite this being Becca's second go around, she was often the instigator of romantic interludes. Hell, let's call a spade a spade : no matter what time of day, she was ready and eager to fuck. 

I think it was about four months after the wedding, that I received my first surprise gift. 

I came home from a client appointment to a very quiet house. That wasn't really unusual, as Becca liked to spend a lot of time outside, in and around the pool. That's where I found her. 

"Hi honey," she smiled, looking up from her book as I approached. I bent to kiss her. "Everything go okay?" 

"Yeah, all good. How was your day?" I asked. 

"Well, funny you should ask," she smirked. 

Oh, this should be good, I thought. Whenever she gets that cute look, the story is always interesting. 

"I had my appointment early this afternoon, as you know..." she began. 

Ah yes, I know. For the last couple of months, my responsibility for keeping her pussy free of hair by shaving her had been replaced by 'her appointment', at a local spa. I missed giving her freshly shaven flesh a test lick, which always resulted in a test fuck. Now I was greeted by a freshly waxed pussy, which she was equally eager to use on me. And...waxing did a better job. 

"... and, it's getting much easier. I suppose I'm getting accustomed to having my pubes ripped out," she giggled. "Anyway, the aesthetician, whom I've met before, had just finished my treatment, and was checking for strays..." she smiled. 

She had told me how they checked for missed hairs ; by physical contact, using their fingers. The thought of another woman caressing Becca's smooth mound always got my attention. 

"...I was feeling particularly frisky," she continued. "You really got to me this morning..." 

Right, this morning...when I ate her pussy for forty five minutes. I just felt like giving her a very good morning, and didn't even jump her after. It was all for her, and she was a gasping, sweaty mess when I finished. I have no idea how often she came. Let's just say several times. 

"... and when she brushed past my clit, I couldn't help myself. I moaned, and asked her not to stop." She looked at me, a bit embarrassed. "Actually, I begged her not to stop. She shushed me, and told me how pretty my pussy was, while she stroked my skin." 

I sat forward, eager to hear the rest. My dick was eager too. 

"She rubbed my clit a few more times, then, um, well...she kissed it. Then licked it..." 

I flashed back to Vegas, when Becca was writhing under Vanessa's tongue. Milan's, too. 

"She kept at it. I was trying to be quiet, but she was getting me very juicy, and I wanted to cum so bad. She was standing beside the table, within reach, so I ran my hand up her leg. She widened her stance a bit, and grabbed my hand, pulling it up under her skirt, onto her pussy. She tugged her panties aside, and pressed my fingers against her smooth lips... "

I noticed that her hand had started rubbing circles over her clit, hidden as it was under her shorts. Her nipples were tenting her top, nicely, showing how much recounting the story was exciting her. It was certainly exciting me, as my cock was very stiff. 

"Tell me the rest in the bedroom," I groaned, and took her hand, walking inside. 

"Yes, well, about the bedroom..." she whispered, as I dragged her through the house toward our boudoir. I opened the door. 

"I hope you don't mind," she giggled, "but I started without you." 

There was a brunette in our bed, sleeping contentedly. Her hair was short, almost pixie-ish, and she looked quite pretty. Becca pulled me out into the hallway. 

"We've been at it all afternoon," she whispered. "She's from Brazil. Her name's Morena." 

"Wait...the person who does your Brazilian...is Brazilian?" I laughed. 

"Yeah, I thought that was pretty funny too," she smiled. "She already knows about you, and I think she'll let you fuck her if you want, but she says she prefers girls. After our little get together in the treatment room, she wanted more, and I thought you'd like a taste of her, too, so...here we are." 

I stared at her, amazed that this beautiful woman was my wife. She had told me often that she had no interest in being double teamed by two guys, but sharing me with another woman did hold her attention. She looked at me, and shrugged. 

"When I'm bad, I'm better, you said. I'm just being bad. You like it?" she whispered, moving closer. She pressed her lips to mine. I tasted strange pussy. That sealed the deal. I nodded. 

"Okay. I think it would be best if I woke her. Don't want to scare her, do we?" 

I watched my wife walk into our bedroom, pulling her shirt off over her head. She slid her shorts down her legs, then knelt gently on the corner of the bed, slowly pulling the covers down, to expose Morena's body to my eyes for the first time. 

She was lying on her side, facing the door, so I had a good view. The edge of the sheet slid lower until her breasts came into view. While considerably less voluminous than Becca's natural wonders, they looked quite nice, a perky pair of what I would guess were C-cups, with little pink nipples on top. The sheet slid further, dipping down over her tiny waist, then up over her hips. She caught the edge, and tried to pull it back up, grumbling something in Portuguese. 

Becca stopped pulling, and crawled higher on the bed, kissing Morena's shoulder. Morena moaned, smiled, and rolled onto her back, letting Becca kiss her lips. 

My wife was straddling our guest on all fours, and Morena slid lower, latching on to Becca's right nipple as she dangled her boobs temptingly. With her butt in the air like that, I knew what she was suggesting. I dropped my clothes quickly in the hall, and walked in quietly. 

With my wife's large breasts in her face, I doubted Morena saw me, and I cautiously knelt behind Becca to avoid giving away my presence. My dick was like steel, and her pussy was dripping, both a consequence of the story and situation, so when I pushed between her thick lips, it slipped in easily. 

"Oh fuck, that's so good," Becca moaned. I hadn't fucked her this morning, so I suppose her pussy was ready to be stretched open again. Or, she might have been referring to Morena's lips on her nipples. Either way, this threesome was officially underway.  

I stroked gently into her, holding her hips, while she groaned softly. 

"Mmmmm, yes...fuck me, baby," she hissed. "Morena...meet my husband, Bobby. Bobby, meet Morena." Always the good hostess. 

A pretty face, surrounded by a short shock of brown waves, peeked out around Becca's right side. She had huge brown eyes, and a delectably kissable, pouty pucker. She smiled. 

"Nice to meet you," she purred, with only a slight accent. Her hand appeared on Becca's hip, and we shook hands, sort of. Pleasantries complete, she went back to work, suckling Becca's nipples eagerly. 

"Oh shiiiiiiiit!" Becca groaned, quivering in my grasp. "You two are, uhn, oh fuck... Mmmmnnnnnaaaaaah! Yessss! YES!" 

She shuddered, cumming hard, gasping for air as she did. Morena's hand appeared again, waving. I slapped her palm. 

Morena grabbed my ass. At first, I thought she was encouraging me to fuck my wife harder, but then I realized she was wriggling lower on the bed, sliding down between my legs, until her face appeared, grinning up at me between strokes. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next. 

Yup, that's it. A tongue, on my balls, and apparently on Becca's clit as well, based on the shriek she emitted. 

"Oh my god! Yes! Fuck me harder, baby!" Becca gasped. Morena concentrated on my wife's clit, but her hand was fondling my swinging balls as well. I slammed my cock deeper and harder into her oozing cunt, pounding her furiously. Our combined efforts worked, and Becca came twice in quick succession, before collapsing, yanking her pussy off my dick as she fell forward. 

I looked down, past my juice covered dick, into Morena's eyes, which were locked on the length of my shaft, hovering a few inches over her face. She smiled up at me. 

"When your wife told me about you, I wasn't sure I wanted to do this," she said quietly. "I've been with men, of course, but I find women more satisfying. Now that I see this, though..." she grinned, easing up to suck my cock into her mouth. She licked it clean, and it felt wonderful. 

I looked up at Becca, who was laying on her side, up by the pillows, watching Morena's tongue slither around on my dick. She was grinning at me. 

"Fuck her," she silently mouthed at me, and rolled over, fishing in the bedside table. She came out with a string of condoms, tore one off, and waved it at me. 

We don't use condoms, and hadn't with the girls in Vegas either. I could only assume she had thought this through well in advance, and that she felt we had rolled the dice often enough. Safety first. Fun a close second. 

Morena finished her oral cleanup, and watched as Becca's hands appeared, rolling the rubber onto my rod. She moaned, and scuttled up the bed again, spreading her long, lean legs as soon as she was positioned. 

"As I was saying...now that I see your cock, I want some. Fuck me, Bobby... but be gentle, please. It's been a while since I've had a dick, and I've never had one like yours." 

I think Becca said something similar our first night. Okay, gentle you want, gentle you get. 

Morena's pussy was also delightful bare, as you'd expect from someone who waxes vaginas for a living. It pouted open like an orchid, and was quite dewy. Becca guided my pole to Morena's vestibule, and I pressed in slowly. 

Morena inhaled, her eyes wide, and put her hand on my chest. I held still, letting her snug crevice acclimate, until she nodded, letting me slide deeper. Another nod. Deeper still, until my balls rested against her perineum. 

"Okay...wasn't sure my little kitty could take it, but she did. Go ahead. Fuck me. Easy, please?" 

Becca nestled beside us, and began to nibble on Morena's cute, pink nipples as I started a slow rhythm of strokes into her very tight pussy. 

"Oh meu Deus, isso é tão bom!" she moaned. My knowledge of Portuguese was, well, non existent. 'Deus' sounded like the word for God in many languages, and she wasn't asking me to stop, so I decided to take it as a compliment. 

Her hand left my chest, and joined the other on my ass. She lifted her legs higher, and wrapped them around my waist. 

"More! Harder!" she gasped, looking up into my eyes. "Kiss me," she begged, licking her perfect, plump lips. 

I glanced at Becca. Kissing was intimate. She nodded. 

I leaned down, and pressed my lips to hers. She speared my mouth with her tongue, and pulled me closer. The kiss continued, and I could feel her lips quivering as she neared her orgasm. I was glad she was close, because I was getting there myself. 

She moaned, and pulled away, arching her back as the first wave hit. 

"Oh! Oh! OH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screeched, and came. Her pussy grabbed my cock and tried to rip it off, as I continued to thrust into her. My own tingles began. 

I pulled out, and skinned the rubber off quickly, fisting my dick desperately. Four sexy brown eyes watched the show, as I brought myself over the edge. 

A rope of hot cum erupted from my cock, on a flat trajectory, and painted a wet, white stripe from her navel to neck. More followed, until her breasts were awash in translucent goo. I shook the last few drops onto her belly, and sat back on my haunches, breathing hard. 

Becca smiled, and leaned over Morena, dragging her big tits through the puddles of semen. She then dangled them in Morena's face, and our new playmate licked those tall, thick nipples clean of my spunk. Becca went back several times, dipping her boobs in my cum, then offering them to Morena for service. Once the bulk of my load was gone, Becca just laid atop Morena, mashing their tits together, and kissing her. 

Morena rolled them over, and returned to favour, letting Becca lick her breasts clean. 

They were getting into it again, feasting on each other, so I left them on their own for a while, heading out to the pool. There was no rush. I had the impression that Morena would be visiting us often. If she truly did prefer women, well, Becca would be a hard act to follow. I'd get my chances to sample everything the tall Brazilian cutie had to offer. 

***

I was resting by the pool, about an hour later, when I saw movement inside the house. I expected it to be Becca, but the nude form that walked out to join me had short brown hair. Her breasts had a nice jiggle to them as she approached, but it was her seemingly endless legs that really caught my eye. 

"Am I disturbing you?" she asked politely. I said no, and gestured for her to sit. 

As accustomed as I was to Becca's naked wanderings around the house, you'd think I would be immune to having a beautiful woman resting nude on the lounge next to me. Maybe you never get used to the good stuff. 

We chatted a little. I tried to pay attention to her, watching her eyes as much as possible, but my gaze inevitably wandered, stealing glimpses of her boobs. They were, as I've said before, quite nice. I suppose if she didn't want me to look, she probably would have put some clothes on. She caught me peeking, and smiled. 

"Sorry," I laughed. "I'm a man. We can't help it." 

"Don't apologize," she giggled. "One...I'm naked. Two...it's your house, and three...I like it." She licked her lips again. "Your wife is having a nap, but I'm wide awake. Care for another round?"

"Actually, yes," I smiled. "I would like that." 

"Me too," she grinned, and headed inside. "Back in a sec." 

"Where you going?" I asked. She held up one finger, and kept walking. She returned in a few seconds, with a smile. She stopped in front of me, and handed me another condom. 

"Since I mostly enjoy the company of women, I have no need for birth control pills," she said quietly. "Most men disappoint me awfully," she smiled, straddling my lap and taking a seat, facing me, with her arms around my neck, "but not you." She kissed me softly. "Your wife is a lucky woman." 

We kissed for a while longer, then I grabbed her ass with both hands, and stood. Morena squealed, and held fast, while I turned us around and put her down on her back. Once she was stable, she opened her arms and legs wide. 

"You're going to lick my pussy?" she giggled. "That's pretty confident, given how many people have been between my legs, that have a pussy. I like your style."

Did she just challenge me? Sounded like it. Well, I didn't profess to being a lesbian, but I knew my way around a pussy pretty well. No one had ever complained, and my wife loved it when I camped out between her legs. Why, just this morning... Ooooo, you're gonna get it, honey! 

I gave her a furious tongue lashing. I admit, I was a little concerned early, because she wasn't making much noise, and I couldn't read her body reactions, but after a few minutes of stimulation, her breathing began to quiver. She was getting wetter, too. I concentrated on her clit, but noticed that she seemed to get more vocal when I spent time in the neighbourhood of her little pink, puckered asshole. I filed that information away. 

I probed inside her pussy with my fingertips, listening for reactions, and got one as I reached well up inside her. I could just reach her spot, and put that in the file as well. 

Morena's clit was much smaller than Becca's, and tucked much deeper into its hood, so the little bugger was a tough one to work with. I guess you could consider the whole process up to this point as exploratory. Now, it was go time. 




Telemarketing Turnabout Pt. 08



I went after her little pink pearl, flicking the tip of my tongue across it rapidly, while I tickled the rim of her asshole playfully. I was happy to get an immediate response, as she gasped, then moaned softly. When I collected a bit of excess fluid from the lower edge of her juicy snatch and went back to her little starfish, I did more than tickle it, dipping my fingertip inside the tight ring. This elicited another moan, as her butt flexed around my intruding digit. 

"Oh you wicked, wicked man," she breathed. "Please, continue." 

Okay, let's try the other switch, I thought, and dipped my index finger into her pussy, shallow at first, then deeper. Her pussy had already taken my cock earlier, but for some reason, I still wanted to be very gentle. When I added the second finger, I could reach the target zone, and pressed firmly across the bumpy texture of her g-spot. 

"Oh god," she hissed, "there you go!" Her hips bucked, and she tugged at her left nipple. 

Of course, I had continued my assault on her clit unabated throughout, and now that I had my fingers inside her, she was reacting the way I had hoped. I don't know why it was so important to me that Morena cum from my oral ministrations, but it was. After all, she was just a guest. My wife always enjoyed the attention of my tongue, and never failed to reach a wet, screaming orgasm. It shouldn't have made any difference to me at all, but it did. Maybe I just hate to fail, at anything. 

Morena was squirming now, and moaning in Portuguese again. Her pussy was awash in delicious secretions, as was my hand. Excess juices were running down her perineum, across her asshole. Perhaps it was time to try the other channel again. 

I slipped my fingers out of her cunt, and slipped one into her tight ass. 

"Oh, fuck... Yes! Deeper!" Morena directed. I pressed in, to the second knuckle. Bingo! 

She groaned, and her body tensed, as it hit her. A low scream began deep inside her, and slowly built momentum, until it burst from her lips. A snarl of pleasure twisted her pretty features, and her pussy oozed syrupy juices that ran down to where my finger remained, planted firmly in her ass. 

"Oh, my," she giggled, lifting her head to look at me. "Thank you." 

"You're welcome," I smiled, gently extracting my finger. I did a little cleanup, licking all around both her holes, while she caught her breath. I sensed a presence, to our left, and looked over. So did Morena. 

Becca was leaning against the frame of the sliding door, watching us, a smile on her face. 

"Your husband just treated me to a wonderful orgasm," Morena said. "He licks very well, for a man, and he did cheat a little bit," she laughed, glancing at me and wiggling her finger, the way I had done in her butt. "I was hoping to use his cock again, now. If that's okay?" 

"Go ahead," Becca giggled, walking over to join us. She was naked as well, and took a seat beside us, where she could watch. "Just don't break him." 

"I'll be careful," Morena whispered, and sat up. I stood, and she peeled my shorts down my legs, allowing my cock to spring free. It was dripping pre-cum. "Mmmmm, yummy." 

She swallowed my shaft, and bobbed her head a few times, stroking me with her hand as well. My cock couldn't get any harder, so this was just a bonus, and for someone who preferred to use those plump lips on another woman's pussy, she sucked cock pretty well. 

Well, she critiqued my cunt licking skills, didn't she? It's only fair I share my opinion of her performance as a cocksucker. 

Satisfied with her work, she tore open the condom package, and dressed my soldier for battle. She stood, and told me to sit. 

When I sat down, I looked over at my wife. She had a wicked grin on her face, and two fingers gently probing her gaping pussy. 

Morena straddled me, and lowered herself aboard. Her pussy opened wide and admitted my pole fully. She was in control, and this time she was eager to get things rocking. She wasted no time, bouncing energetically on my rod, with her hands on my shoulders. She was testing the strength of the lounge chair, slamming her cunt up and down on me. Her nice perky titties were quite active, bouncing wildly before my eyes. That bell was ringing again, so I corralled one of her yummy pink nipples, and went to town, suckling firmly. 

She was emitting these little squeaks of joy with each stroke, and her pace was escalating, bordering on frenzied desperation. She may not fuck often, but she sure knew how to, and seemed to be enjoying herself. 

I peered over at Becca again. Two fingers were ploughing into her pussy, and two more, on the other hand, were threatening to start a fire on her clit. Her eyes were locked on us, transfixed by my cock splitting Morena's cunt repeatedly. 

Morena's head tilted skyward, and a rasping gurgle erupted, as she came. Her legs quivered, but kept cycling her body up and down throughout her orgasm. She brought herself off again, then once more, before her legs just couldn't function anymore. Her bones had reverted to a gelatinous consistency, apparently, as she melted in my grasp, breathing heavily. I held her, looking over her shoulder at my wife, who was cumming herself, bucking in her chair, legs splayed wide open, with fingers flying. 

Morena gradually recovered, and sat up, with a dreamy smile. 

"Okay, you are now officially my favourite man," she giggled, running her fingers through her hair. "Can I make you cum, to return the favour?" 

"Certainly. Thank you," I replied. 

"How would you like it?" she asked. 

Hmmm... That's a good question. 

Morena was on her knees, sucking her own juices off my rubber clad penis while I mulled the situation over. Then she ripped the condom off, and continued to bob her head in my lap. She was making the decision for me. Well, that was fine. It saved me from worrying about it. 

I relaxed in my seat, and let her do her thing, feeling those beautiful lips sliding smoothly over my shaft. It was getting to me quickly, and my cauldron was coming to a boil. Her pretty eyes looked up at me, sensing that I was close. She gave me a few parting slurps then sat back. I stood. 

Jerking furiously, I sprayed her face with goo. Her tongue flicked out a few times, collecting whatever cum was within reach, while I groaned through my climax. 

A shriek signalled yet another orgasm from Becca, who was still watching. 

The deck fell silent. I was sitting again, catching my breath, and my wife was resting, with her legs still spread wide, after her self inflicted joy. Only our guest was active, using her fingers to scrape my glaze into her mouth. 

"Just think," Becca said softly, looking at me with a smile, "if my first husband had asked, I might have joined home with the other woman. But, he lied to me and kept secrets, so he's gone, now."

"Thank goodness," I smiled. "His loss is my gain. I Love You, Baby."

"I Love You too, honey." 

So Becca and I began our life as a happily married couple...with the occasional guest participant...like Amanda, Beryl, Cassidy, Diana, Elaine, Fiona... 

But that's another story. 

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Thank you for reading. For those of you who are fans of this series, thank you for your patience in waiting for me to wrap it up. 

Still, there may be life in these characters yet, so let me know what your thoughts are. Perhaps they continue, under a new title?



Telemarketing Turnabout



Wow. That's what first came to mind. On a woman in her twenties, Becca's tits would be remarkable. So big, yet decidedly sag free. Her nipples were very thick, and stood up like two thimbles in the centres of her tightly puckered areolas. Given her age, her breasts were even more incredible. 

"Catch me if you can!" she giggled, racing out the door and down the hall. Before she disappeared from view, I was treated to a view of her giant tits jiggling wildly, wheting my appetite further. 

I was really in no position to pursue her, as my pants were still bunched up around my ankles. It took me a few seconds to extricate myself, before I was able to follow. I heard Becca's sexy giggle from inside the bedroom, and rounded the corner. The trail of clothing that began with her boots ended with her jeans, and she slingshotted her brief panties at me as I approached. I took in the glorious vista of her naked body on the way. Never had I seen such an example of sexuality incarnate. I guess her libido had overpowered her ex-husband's influence, because now my gaze was met with a smile and a few playful bounces of her magnificent boobs. I stepped in and took her in my arms again, this time feeling nothing but warm, naked flesh pressed against me. I kissed her, and she melted into my arms fully. We reclined to the bed, a nice king-size with only one pillow, and held our passionate embrace. 

My kisses trailed down from her lips, across her throat and collarbone, to begin exploring the sexy curves of her bountiful breasts. I licked, nipped and sucked her tasty nipples, getting an especially good reaction when I gently chewed on them. I moved down further. Her tummy was flat but womanly, and quite firm. I flicked my tongue around her navel, making her giggle again. Finally, I arrived at my goal. 

Dark red, luxuriant public hair covered her pussy. It was neatly trimmed at the sides, but very thick, and obscured my view of her womanhood. It was also very wet, with little drops of her feminine dew clinging to the curls. She smelled wonderful. 

"I suppose all your girlfriends shave, don't they?" she asked, self esteem issues popping up again. "I did have it shaved for a while, but 'he' didn't like it. I found it very sexy, and it made me so horny all the time, without a cushion of fluff over my clit. In the end, I just got frustrated. I suppose none of that matters anymore. Maybe I'll shave it again."

"I would consider it an honour if you would allow me to shave it for you. Only if it's what you want though." I was hoping she would say yes. 

"Okay," she giggled, "I would like that." 

Five minutes later, I had a towel under her ass, and a warm washcloth pressed over her pubes. Shaving cream and razor were at the ready. The sink in the bathroom was running warm for the multiple rinses I anticipated. 

"Ready?" I asked. 

"Mmmm hmmm." 

I removed the warm cloth and spread a dollop of shave cream on her bushy triangle. I gently made a few passes over the area of her mons with the razor, reclaiming a few square inches from the jungle. Back after a rinse, I repeated the process, baring a strip along each thick outer labia. Another rinse. More shave cream. Now on to the delicate bits. At my request, Becca pulled her knees up and out, giving me total access. I very carefully removed the hair from between her inner and outer lips, and even more carefully around her very large clitoris. I wiped her clean. 

She was shuddering. There were a few renegade hairs that needed to be dealt with, and I dispatched them, along with the few around her little brown ass hole. Becca moaned very loudly when I did that, and began to shake more rapidly, gasping breaths of desire. Obviously, she was enjoying my attention. I gave her a final wipe, and sat back to admire my discovery. 

The pussy that lay glistening before me was incredible. Her clit was huge, bright pink, and pressing out of its hood. Her inner labia were very thick, long and meaty, engorged with blood. They hung at least an inch long like two dewy curtains around her oozing vaginal opening, which was twitching, eager for my touch. I couldn't make her, or me, wait any longer. 

I leaned in and ran my tongue up one side and down the other. Becca let out a moan and gasped again, still holding her knees up and open. Her little bung hole was right there for the taking, and I speared it with my tongue. She screamed. Not of surprise, but pleasure. Apparently Becca was anal, a fact that no doubt would have shocked her prudish ex, but one which I eagerly received. I looked forward to fucking her deep in the ass, if not tonight, then in the future. 

I was now fervently licking her dripping gash, up and down, inside and out. I tongue fucked her, and it wasn't long until she was just about to explode. Her juices had a delicious taste to them, something between sweet and salty. Finally, I flicked her love button with the tip of my tongue. 

By way of comparison, Becca's orgasm made a fireworks display look tame. She shrieked, an animal scream of primal lust that shook the windows, and arched her back. Her hands flailed and clutched at the air and the sheets. Her body movements transferred to the fluid curves of her huge tits, which performed a quivering dance upon her flushed chest, while her nipples became even more erect. Between her legs, I was treated to a helping of her exquisitely delicious honey, but I had to hold on tight to get it. She had transformed into a red-headed bucking bronco. 

Finally, she flopped back on the bed, breathing raggedly and twitching from time to time. I maintained my position between her thighs, and playfully licked at what had to be a very sensitive pussy. She moaned, and grabbed my hair, wrenching me away. 

I crawled back up her body and paused at her tits, latching on to her left breast and suckling furiously. 

"Oh god, yes suck my tits. Bite my nipples." 

I did as requested, chewing first one stiffly erect nip, then the other. Her breathing was rapid, and she was moaning loudly. Then she pulled me up to her lips. 

She kissed me again. I found myself wondering what reason her husband could possibly have had for leaving this woman. She was warm, passionate, sexy as hell, and then there was her voice, which still had me spellbound. 

"Oh god, please tell me your big cock is ready to fuck. I need you to stuff my pussy full, and fuck my brains out. Please fuck me." 

I guess you could say we were both in luck. She wanted it, I wanted to give it to her, and my cock had recovered from Becca's incredibly underrated cocksucking skills to regain full hardness. Her wish was my command. 

I lifted my body slightly, and Becca reached down to guide me home. The thick, juicy lips of her cunt parted to surround the head of my dick, and I pressed in. She was very wet, so I slid in easily. 

"Oh my.... Oh yes... Mmmm hmmm... That's it.... Fill me up.... Uhnn! Holy shit, that's a big dick!" she hissed as I wiggled into her snug recess. I felt her meaty labia tickling my balls. "Oh, fuck yeah! Grind on my clit!" 

Based on her previous information about her husband, I would guess he wasn't into 'dirty talk', but Becca had sure opened the flood gates on it now. She knew what she wanted and wasn't shy about vocalizing her desires. 

"Oh yeah.... That's it.... Fuck me just like that.... Ohhhh..... Fuck yeah!... Fuck me! Fuck me, hard!" 

Complying with her direction was easy. I was pounding her mercilessly, giving her cunt the reaming of a lifetime. I loved watching her mountainous tits jiggle and shake in time to my forceful thrusts. Her head was thrown back, flaming red hair strewn wildly above and around her shoulders, and she had gone from intelligible directives to screeching, moaning and groaning, sprinkled with the occasional 'yes'. 

I was transfixed by her swinging boobs, when she suddenly tensed and arched her back again. Her face blushed red with exertion, and she screamed. 

"Ohhhh YESSSSS!..... FUCK MY PUSSY!.... MAKE... ME... CUMMMMMM!" 

Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and she twisted her body side to side as the orgasm ripped through her, like a series of waves crashing on the shore. I kept fucking her throughout, and only slowed down when her spasms ebbed. At that point I pulled out, and flipped her over, lifting her hips as I did. I lined up with her gaping snatch and plunged back in, causing her to groan loudly. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her again, using long, full strokes. The cheeks of her ass quivered and shook each time I drove home. Becca moaned "Uhnn... uhnn... uhnn' in cadence with my thrusts. She still had her chest and shoulders flat on the bed, with her ass high in the air, but as I continued to pound her cunt furiously, she lifted onto all fours. Her huge tits were swinging wildly, and her hair was flying around her drooped head. 

"Oh god.... Oh fuck.... Yes!.... Fuck me like a dog!..... Oh... OH!" she cried, tossing her head back. Her long red hair landed on her back as she did, and I wasted no time grabbing the reigns. "Oh YES!... Pull my hair while you fuck me, you bastard!" I had an idea how to really finish her good. 

I scooped up a little of her abundant juices with my right thumb, and began to pluck at her asshole while I continued to pound her. "Ooooooo! Oh yes!" she hissed, pressing back against my thumb. The more she pressed, the harder I pressed, until it slipped in with a pop. "Oh yes, do my ass! Finger my asshole!" I moved my left hand into position, wet it as I had done the right, and slipped it into her tight little sphincter as well. That did it. 

Becca's pussy went wild, clutching and grabbing at my shaft, and spraying her hot juices all over my balls. Her asshole did a similar action around my intruding digits, and she shrieked as she came again. It was one long forty-seven syllable word. 

"OhyoumutherfuckingbastardI'mcummingmakemecumohfuckohfuckohfUCK!"

She collapsed onto her chest, dislodging my thumbs, and I gave her another two or three quick strokes before I exploded, filling her cunt with cum. She moaned when she felt the hot streams inundate her pussy, and groaned when I wilted on top of her, jamming my still-twitching dick fully into her dripping cooze. 

No one said anything for several minutes. We just laid there in a tangled, sweaty heap, gasping for air and oozing fluids. 

Eventually, discomfort overpowered fatigue. I rolled off Becca and flopped down beside her on my back. Seconds later, she dragged herself up and kissed me. 

"That was incredible," she whispered.

"Thank you, Becca, but you get at least half the credit. Your body is built for sex." 

She blushed. A few minutes later, she dragged herself wearily out of the bed, and walked unsteadily into the bathroom. The toilet flushed, and the shower started. I waited another couple of minutes before I followed her. 

Becca was washing her hair, and looking like a wet, naked goddess under the warm stream of water. I peeked in around the shower curtain, to be greeted by a warm smile. "You coming in?" she asked. "I could use another kiss?" 

Well, I aim to please. I stepped in, and she welcomed me into her arms. Her kisses were as warm and wet as the water. 

"Thank you," she said, sliding out past me. "Take your time. I'll be in bed." She grabbed a towel and left the room. 

I finished a minute or two later, shut off the water, and followed in her wake. When I walked into the bedroom, toweling off, Becca was laying in bed with her head propped up on her elbow. The covers were pulled back, and there were now two pillows on the bed. That, and her smile, were pretty clear invitations to stay the night, something I certainly didn't view as a hardship. 

We snuggled together in the darkness. Sleep took us both quickly. 

When I woke, I was alone, and morning light was flooding through the window. I could smell something cooking. I followed my nose into the kitchen. 

There was Becca, looking radiant, and sexy as hell. She was naked under her apron, and just finishing the scrambled eggs and bacon on the stove. 

"Nice outfit," I quipped. 

She turned and smiled. Her eyes fell to my morning wood. "I like yours, too. I was just going to bring your breakfast in bed, but now that you're here," she tugged the strings on her apron, and pulled it off over her head, "we can eat together." She glanced down at my erection again and licked her lips. "You can have the bacon. I'll have more of the big sausage." 

It wasn't long before Becca was straddled across my lap, skewering herself rambunctiously. The bacon had been delicious, and I was now licking eggs off of her chest and breasts. Her intent had been to feed me while she fucked me, but she'd wound up wearing most of the eggs, so she became the serving platter. Once she was clean, I concentrated my attention on her nipples, and she held my head tight in place. 

"Yes.... That's so good, baby.... You suck my tits so good.... Oh, yes..... Gonna cum!" 

She did. It was a gentler orgasm than last night's encounters, and quieter too, but judging by the blissful smile on her face, still a satisfying one. When she recovered, she stood, then bent and sucked me clean. She asked me to follow her back to the bedroom. 

"I hope you don't mind, baby, but I have to run, or I'll be late for work. Will I see you tonight?" she queried from inside her closet. I found out that the furnace company gig was part time. Her full time job was at an office, where she was office manager. I also found out that we were going to be more than a one-night-stand, much to my delight. 

I watched her dress for work while we talked. First on was a black bra, which looked as sexy going on as it does coming off. Dark pantyhose made her legs look even longer. Her dress of choice was black as well, velvet, and very snug, especially across her boobs. It was a conservative length, and the neckline wasn't terribly revealing, but the way it hugged the full curves of her breasts would be enough to distract me from work. Actually, it was enough to make me hard. She put on her heels, then looked at me sitting quietly on the bed, sporting a massive erection. 

She grabbed her cell phone and dialed quickly. 

"Hi Stephanie, it's Rebecca. I am running about ten minutes behind this morning, so can you cover me until I get in?..... That's great! Thanks." The phone snapped closed in her hand. "I can't leave you like that. How would you like it dealt with?" 

The clothes came off much faster than they went on. I was standing with one foot on the floor, and one knee on the bed. Becca had her legs over my shoulders, and I was fucking the crap out of her. She was screaming encouragement while I ploughed her pussy hard, and peeking at me between her breasts, which were doing their usual dance. 

"Let...uhnn... me know.... when... uhnn... you're going to.... cum, baby. I wanna.... uhnn... swallow.... your... uhnn.... load." Roger that. The countdown had already begun. It was only about a minute later that I told her to get ready. "Please try to keep it out of my hair," she asked as I pulled out, and moved up to straddle her head. Her lips safely clamped around my shift just before I came, shooting rope after rope into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed valiantly, but my excitement level was high, and the load was prodigious. Becca almost contained the flood. Almost. 

A trickle of cum ran out of the corner of her mouth, and dribbled across her face, pooling in her hair just under her left ear. When she felt it, she tried to stop it with her hand, but it was too late. Undaunted, she slurped the remainder and swallowed. 

My head was a little fuzzy, but I did hear her laughing in the bathroom. She came out with a washcloth, wiping the residue off her face, and trying to get it out of her hair. "You know, every time I touch my left ear today, I'll feel this goo in my hair and think of you. As if the buzz in my dripping pussy wasn't enough." She smiled and laughed again. 

Five minutes later, she was dressed and gone, leaving me with a kiss and her spare key to lock up with. As I had no pressing need to leave immediately, I had a little nap. Two hours later, I was headed home, having walked back to the pub to retrieve my car. 

And so it went. I spent the next several nights at Becca's, sharing her bed and sampling her repertoire of sexual positions, which was considerable. I guess she really did watch a lot of porn. I wonder if she took notes? 

Wednesday morning, two weeks after we first spoke on the phone, we were lounging in bed after a particularly athletic early session. Becca was snuggled against me with her head on my chest. 

"It's a good thing I have time for a nap, later. I think we used up the energy I would have needed for the game today," I whispered, stroking her long hair lovingly. 

"Huh?" she asked, staying in position. I explained that I was part of a flag football league, and we had a game this afternoon. I told her where it was held. "Really? That's not too far from my office. Can I come to watch?" she purred, raising her head to gaze at me. 

"Sure. There's a little set of bleachers to sit on, and most of the guys have their girlfriends show up at some point." 

"Girlfriend? Are you offering me the position?" she giggled, raising her eyebrow suggestively. 

"Gee, I don't know," I began facetiously. Becca responded by rubbing her big tits against my side. "I will admit you are amply qualified for the 'girl' part, " she giggled again, and gripped my cock under the sheets. " The interview process is very long and extensive. Have you put in your application?"

Becca sat up and tried to look indignant. Then she just smiled, and slowly slid under the covers. Seconds later, I felt her lips on my dick, as she sucked my wilted noodle into her mouth. She moaned and slurped my full length down her throat, which she was able to do because I was soft, but I wouldn't stay soft long if she kept it up. 

"Ah," I said, "there's your application. Now, let's check those references." Under the covers, a sound of surprise was followed by increased suction and tongue action. Her nose was still nestled in my pubes, but my dick was getting bigger and harder by the second. Snorting breaths came from below, but she never relented. I could feel my erection filling her mouth and throat snugly. Her tongue kept caressing the underside of the shaft. This was all new to me, as none of my previous girlfriends had ever even come close to deep throating me. I was going to cum very soon. 

"Yeah, well... um, let's see here... Oh shit, that feels great... You, um.... Oh god, suck my cock! I hope you're ready, 'cause here... it... cummmmmmmms!" I exploded, blasting my wad right down her throat. She couldn't have avoided swallowing it if she tried. 

I was gasping for breath, and I heard a gagging sound from under the sheets as she withdrew. She popped up from below, a little dewy-eyed, and wiping excess saliva from her lips. She looked at me with an unspoken question. 

"The job's yours if you want it," I conceded. 

"Well, gee, I don't know...." she said before breaking out in laughter. We ended up both falling out of bed after the ensuing tickle fight. 

Later that afternoon, I was at the park warming up before the game. I kept looking over at the bleachers for Becca. Some of the other 'fans' had arrived, but they were scrawny little chicken assed girls compared to my Becca. The game was just about to start, when I heard one of the guys on the other team say something. Something I didn't like. 

"Jeez, who invited the cougar? Or maybe it's someone's Mommy!" 

I looked to the sideline in time to see Becca take her seat. She sat to one end of the bleachers, while the gaggle of young girls, who all knew each other, sat at the other end, casting evil looks in her direction. Of course, they were all gossiping amongst themselves. I'm sure Becca's attire was a part of that gossip. 




Telemarketing Turnabout



She was wearing a tight black skirt, mid-thigh length, and high heeled black boots. The combined effect made her legs look endless, shapely and very attractive. The skirt also made her ass look fantastic. Up top, a grey cropped t-shirt stretched tightly across the massive globes of her breasts. The neckline was a deep scoop, so there was a lot of cleavage on display, as well as her flat tummy. Over the t-shirt, she wore a vest which matched the skirt, but it was left unbuttoned. Her red hair had a sexy tousled style, and dark sunglasses gave her a sophisticated look, as she sat with her legs crossed. 

I do admit that she stood out from the crowd. At a distance, her apparent age difference was obvious, as much in the way she carried herself as anything. Her actual age difference, however, was far from apparent, especially in that outfit. 

The game began. On our first offensive series, I decided to deal with the guy who made the 'cougar' comment earlier. As it happened, he was the guy defending my friend Dave, who knew about Becca and I. In the huddle, I told Dave what I had in mind. 

When the ball was snapped to me, Dave took off and ran a shallow crossing pattern. As soon as Rick's (the defender's) head turned to follow, I threw the ball. Hard. 

I remember reading that John Elway could throw a football 55 miles an hour. That may not sound that impressive, given that pitchers often throw baseballs at over 90. However, a football weighs a lot more than a baseball. 

Anyway, my pass, really more of a snipers shot, drilled Rick right in the side of the head. Dave almost caught the deflection, but that was never the plan. 

I jogged over to where Rick was sitting on the ground. You could practically see the cartoon birds flying around his head. 

"Gee, Rick, nice defense! Way to use your head!" I laughed, then leaned down closer. "By the way, she's not a cougar, and she's not my mommy. So maybe you could show a little respect, or the next one might be aimed at your other head." 

Oddly enough, he didn't have anything else to say after that. 

The game progressed. Late in the first quarter, I connected with Dave on a long pass and run play, for a touchdown, but I have to admit, I never saw the end of the play. As soon as the ball was safely in Dave's possession, my attention turned to the sideline bleachers, where Becca was on her feet, jumping and cheering. Her big tits bounced quite freely, making me wonder if there was a bra under there or not. Talk about an incentive to run up the score. 

Halftime arrived. The imaginary marching band took the field for fifteen minutes, and I walked over to the bleachers, where Becca was carefully coming down the steps, using that sideways crab walk that ladies in high heels use. I took her hand as she reached ground level. 

Hi baby!"she beamed. 

Hi Bec..." was my truncated response, as her lips hit mine, followed milliseconds later by her tongue filling my mouth. She pressed firmly against me. 

"How long?" she asked when she came up for air. I told her. "That'll do," was her comment, as she dragged me off toward the bathroom. 

Dave was in there, taking a leak, but Becca didn't care, she just walked right past him, leading me into the corner stall. The door closed, and she wasted no time in pinning me to the wall. 

"You have no idea how horny I've been all day. My pussy has been dripping since we finished this morning, and now I watch you running around on the field....I really need to fuck." 

"I think I've created a monster," I laughed as she pulled back shedding the vest. Sure enough, I had been right about her bra status. Two extremely erect nipples poked at the fabric of her shirt, which quickly joined the vest. My cock was eager to come out and play, as Becca found out quickly when she tugged my shorts down. She gave it a few seconds of mouth to mouth before she turned away, lifting her skirt as she did. Her gorgeous rump, sans panties, came into view. She lifted her right foot onto the toilet seat, and wiggled her ass at me. 

I quickly stepped into position, her high heels making a stand up fuck possible. I felt her hand on my shaft, followed immediately by the wet heat of her pussy as I slid into her. 

"Oh god, yes... fill my cunt with your hard cock!" she gasped. I don't know if anyone was still in the bathroom with us, but Becca didn't seem to care, and neither did my cock, who was now calling the plays. I grasped her hips and started to give her a steady stream of long, smooth strokes, finishing each with a slap into the firm, resilient flesh of her ass. "Oh yes, baby..... fuck me!..... God, you fuck me so good!.... I Love your big hard cock in my hot pussy!" she grunted, at a volume that was increasing as we continued. 

The room echoed with the 'slap grunt moan slap grunt moan' rhythm of our bodies' repeated collisions. After another minute or so, I pulled out. Becca looked at me over her shoulder, disappointed at my sudden absence, until she realized what I had in mind. Once I was seated, she straddled me and impaled herself again, kissing me in a frenzy of passion that saw her bouncing rapidly on my lap. She was undulating her hips in time with her strokes, giving me a squeezing tug with each upward move, and grinding her sensitive clit between us with every descent.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck," she chanted, bracing herself with a hand on each of my shoulders. Her big tits were flying in wide swinging arcs that slammed them together at the bottom of the cycle, a sight I was more than happy to see. 

Becca squealed as she paused her actions, concentrating on manipulating her clit against the base of my cock. Her nose wrinkled, and her eyes shut tight as she felt the first spasm hit, and that's when she threw her head back and screamed. 

"Oh fuck yes... I'm cummMMMMMING!" Her cries left little doubt what we were doing, and also pretty much put any question of privacy to rest. As if to confirm that impression, Dave's voice reached us a few seconds later. 

"Jeez, you two.... keep it down... and hurry up. We start up again in five minutes," he reminded me. 

"Okay, buddy. Thanks," I replied, looking into Becca's eyes. She was puffing for air. "You heard him. Time to finish." I grabbed her ass in both hands and stood, pinning her to the wall with my chest. I hooked her left leg over my forearm. She reached up and grabbed the top rail of the stall divider, stabilizing herself for the anticipated assault. 

I started to shaft her, thrusting up into her cunt briskly. With both her arms above her head, her breasts were pulled up and apart more, causing a rippling, jiggling action which is one of my very favourite things in the whole world. Watching it was accelerating my inevitable orgasm. 

"Fuck, Becca, I just love the way your tits bounce when you have your hands over your head," I grunted, vocalizing my thoughts. "I want to cum all over your big, beautiful tits!" I kept pounding her pussy, but my eyes were glued to her breasts. 

"Oh yeah, baby, I'd like that! Cum on my tits baby! Do it! Do it now!" she hissed. 

I pulled out, while she deftly dropped to her knees. Her pussy froth provided perfect lubrication for my stroking hand. I aimed my spigot at her chest, and she cupped her boobs, lifting them and squeezing them together, giving me a target of cleavage that my first blast hit dead centre. It splashed up her chest across her collarbone. Two more shots followed, pooling in the tight crease between her tits, before my aim became compromised. The remaining drops landed in a random pattern of decoration, splattering on her shoulder, chin and neck. 

I sat back heavily on the toilet, breathing hard. Becca remained in place, holding her tits together to keep the puddle from leaking down her belly. 

"Um, I guess we didn't think this through very well," she said, looking down at her slimy breasts. "I have an idea. Here, grab my breasts," she nodded. I reached forward and put my hands in place of hers. She then dipped into the small lake of cum with her fingers, scooping it up and licking it off. I must say, watching her clean up my cum in this manner was incredibly erotic. It only took her a few seconds to drain the problem area. "Okay baby, I've got it from here," she said, smiling sweetly at me. I pulled my shorts up, and opened the stall door, taking a few steps before feeling the head rush of instability that sometimes happens after you have incredible sex in a public restroom during halftime of a flag football game. I had to pause at the doorway and regain my balance. 

Becca stepped out of the stall, still scooping and licking, cleaning her breasts meticulously. Her skirt was still up around her waist. In case you forgot, this was the Men's Room. 

"Good luck out there, baby. I'll be out in a few minutes." she giggled, tugging her skirt back into position before giving me a peck on the cheek. 

Dave was waiting for me just outside the door. He gave me a knowing look and a high-five, before we both headed back out onto the field. I immediately started to wonder if I had made a strategic mistake. My knees appeared to have a mind of their own, and my legs were about as supportive as two columns of jello. Perhaps Becca had bet against us, and was hedging her bet by fucking me senseless. 

The third quarter was one of my worst efforts ever. We still had the lead, but just barely.

Becca had taken her seat again not long after kickoff, and now sat there smiling, as though nothing untoward had happened at all. She also didn't care that everyone in the bleachers had heard her shrieking in orgasm. If anything, it seemed like that fact had somehow broken the ice with the other players girlfriends and wives, as a few of them had moved over to sit by her, and conversation appeared to be taking place. Smiles were exchanged. All seemed well. 

The post orgasmic fog began to lift just after the beginning of the fourth, and we pulled away to victory with a pair of touchdowns. Becca was waiting for me at the foot of the stands. I guess the fatigue was evident on my face. 

"I'm so sorry baby. I feel bad that I did that to you," she said apologetically. 

"Um, last time I checked, 'that' was a team event. I think you did it 'with' me, not 'to' me. But, I will accept your apology if it means you'll take me home for a nap," I replied, melting into her arms. We made it to the car with a minimum of stumbling, but I must admit I leaned into her a little more than was necessary. I accidentally bumped into her breasts, and my hand inadvertently grazed her ass on several occasions. 

"If you keep that up, young man, you won't be getting a nap when we get home," she laughed.

I behaved myself on the drive back to Becca's. When we got through the front door, she suggested that I take a shower, and promised to bring me a drink and a snack in bed. The shower felt great, and only a minute or two after I laid down in bed, Becca arrived with a tall cool drink for each of us, and some nachos. I nibbled, while she disappeared into the bathroom, only to reappear in a few minutes later having changed her clothes. Actually, she still had the grey cropped t-shirt on, but the skirt and vest were gone, replaced by a loose pair of shorts. She snuggled up next to me in bed, and joined me in consuming the nachos. 

"I assume that outfit was for my benefit. You looked fantastic in it, just in case my previous behavior left any doubt," I began, stroking her hair. "I saw that a few of the other girls joined you in the second half. Everything go okay?" 

"Oh, yeah, it's all good, not that it really matters. I expected to get frozen out at first. I remember what I was like at that age or thereabouts. There is truly no form of life shallower and more self-centred than a teenaged girl, and early twenty-somethings are not much better, generally. Anyway, after our little halftime 'adventure', a few of them decided I was at least somewhat interesting, having done something they found amusing." She smiled. "I should write a book : 'How to win friends by having loud sex in a restroom.'" 

I laughed at that one. "I'm glad they didn't give you too hard a time." 

She sat up and turned to face me. "Speaking of giving someone a hard time... did you hit that guy in the head because of what he said about me?" 

I debated how to answer. "Well, that depends.... on whether or not I'm in trouble with you for doing it." 

"I thought as much," she laughed, and poked me in the ribs. "You know, you could have really hurt him." 

"Rick? I doubt it. He has too thick a skull. Besides, I think he'd be smarter after a concussion." 

"Yeah.... well.... don't do it again, okay, no matter how much of a turn on it was," she whispered, bending to kiss me. "My hero." 

We didn't have sex again that evening , spending the entire night spooning each other instead. I couldn't remember ever feeling so comfortable with a woman. Sleeping with Becca was almost as much fun as 'sleeping' with her. 

The next morning, I woke with her in my arms, spooned behind her. One hand was up her top, holding her breast in a gentle embrace. I kissed her neck, and she stretched like a very sexy, red-headed cat, turning slightly to return the kiss. 

"Good morning, baby. Sleep well?" she asked, kissing me again. 

"Yes, darling, I did. And you?" I suddenly realized that I had used the term 'darling'. I don't know where it came from, but it was out now. I need not have worried. 

"I seem to sleep very well in your arms." She wiggled her butt against me. "That reminds me... I've been thinking about something for a few days, and now seems as good a time as any to bring it up." She turned in my arms, facing me and looking deeply into my eyes. "I need to ask you something, but I'm a little afraid to do it. I really like what we've got going, and I can't tell you how glad I am that you didn't let me just send you away that first night we met. You have literally changed my life." Her eyes closed and she kissed me again. Her lips quivered. 

Part of me wanted to interject, to try and solve the question, but somehow I knew to just shut up and listen. She would tell me when she was ready. All I had to do is hold her. 

When her eyes opened, I could see this was something big. She took a deep breath and continued. "I was wondering if you might want to.... I mean if you'd like.... um..... shit! Why is this so hard?" Another deep breath. "Would you like to share my bed on a more official basis? I know we've only known each other a couple of weeks, but I have a really good feeling... and I could use some help around the house.... and we get along so well... and why should you pay rent for an apartment you're hardly ever at?.... and I really feel good about us. Shit! I said that already, didn't I?" She looked at me, her eyes pleading for a response. 

"Shh, darling, it's okay.... I get what you're asking. You're right. It makes sense, but I don't want to impose. I really like what we're doing, too, and don't want to mess it up by going too fast. Are you sure this is what you want?" I watched her for signs of doubt. 

She smiled. It was a smile of relief, a smile of joy.... a smile of love. "First of all," she laughed, "I think we played the 'fast' card, our first night. From first sight to the bedroom in.... what was it?.... an hour? " She paused and kissed me softly. " Yes. This is what I want."

There it was, on the table. There really wasn't anything to think about. I wanted it, too. 

"My darling, Rebecca," I ventured, watching her eyes sparkle at my use of her full name, "I would be delighted." 

It was still quite early Thursday morning, but she ended up being late for work anyway. We made love gently.... passionately.... for hours, in celebration of our new commitment. I managed to bring Becca to five shuddering, gasping, earthshattering orgasms before her pussy milked a huge load of cum out of my cock. We were kissing when I pumped her full, and I could feel her shiver in delight. Our new status was well and truly consummated. 

Our new life together was wonderful. There was a bump in the road on the horizon, however. 

Becca's kids. How would they take the news of their mother's new roommate?