10 comments/ 70625 views/ 23 favorites Allison Was Drunk By: iconisclass Allison was drunk, but holding her liquor well. I knew she wouldn't puke in my bar. She's a pro, an alcoholic from an early age. She still came to my bar to see her friends, her ex-coworkers, even though I had had to fire her. I liked her. She's beautiful, she's strong physically, and she knew the menu well. But she was a bum. She slept in different places every night. Most times at girlfriends houses. Sometimes with men. Sometimes with men she knew and sometimes with men she'd only met. She had shared some of these licentious details with me during a previous drunken bout. Ever since, I had fantasized about her. I wanted to fuck her less because she was beautiful - she is - but because I thought maybe she was just loose enough to let an older married man fuck her. Her sexiness was in her vulnerability. Tonight again, as she hugged me and slobbered over me and asked me for my phone number to give as a recommendation to another potential employer, I wondered if I could make a move. In all my years of owning a bar and working with fun sexy people who hug and kiss me all the time, I have never once cheated on my wife. Even if I had had sex with a customer or employee, I don't think it would have been cheating. I would simply tell my wife I had fucked someone for fun, just as she had told me about her own affair at work. But her affair was something else altogether. Their sex was a culmination of a friendship that had developed over years. I knew her lover well, and yes, I knew - I think even before she did - that they had formed a bond. When he got transferred to Hawaii (of all places) she was depressed, and I comforted her. I opened her up and I told her that I knew she held a love for him that I was not a part of. I rest secure in her love for me and I told her so. I encouraged my own wife to go and consummate a forbidden love, to give physical expression to her abstract feelings. The two weeks they spent fucking each other while I babysat our kids, also included some of the best love making between my wife and I. And then he left. And the whole episode became history. Still, that episode has a way of popping into my mind at times. It sneaks in when I see a sexy lady at the bar or get a hug with a little too much weight in it from a sexy waitress. It sneaks in to tell me that I might just have permission to do what any virile male would be thinking of doing. And I probably do - for that split second. I hesitate, though. I always do. Because I know that to have sex with these women I would need to get them alone, to undress them, to undress myself, to begin kissing them and throughout that process to exchange words. And I know, I am sure, that as that process commences, one or both of us will let reason in and watch ourselves as if from above and call a stop to the entire charade. A 20 year old beauty doesn't need a 45 year old lover. A 45 year old business man with a wife and three children should spend his free time with them. Of course I'm judging myself the way I judge my customers. I see them come in: the business men with escorts, those who have invested in trophy wives and the married women as well, looking for a young stud to take their minds off their dull marriages. I see them and I'm thankful that I have a beautiful sexy wife who takes care of me. She may not be as young and hot as she once was, but neither am I. But over the years, her knowledge of my body and hers has increased and while we don't fuck as often as we once did, we fuck well. I get home most mornings at 5:00am. My wife is up by then even though she has a ten minute commute to work and doesn't need to be there till nine. True, we must get the kids off to school by 7:00. But there's still time for us to get in an hour's worth of fucking before or after the kids do their morning thing. And there are as many days that we fuck both times as there are those days we're too tired to fuck at all. No, my wife and I are horny teenagers compared to most of my peers. At least from what I hear. So I see no need to stray no real need for a young lover, only the natural Male instinct to want more and more and think only of sex. And then there's the conquest. Allison, drunk Allison, is the faun and I am the lion. It's 2:30 in the morning, the rest of the herd is moving on. I'm low in the grass. Will an older, more sober deer come back to rescue her, or will I pounce? We're in my car. It's 4:00am. She's leaning with her head against the window. Is she asleep? She'd given me her old line: "I've no way to get home, no more buses." I offered to drive her home, but it would have to wait till I closed the bar. She stayed till closing, but left before I did. I was simultaneously relieved and disappointed. Then she found me as I walked to my car. Now I was scott free. None of my staff had seen her leave with me. We didn't touch on the way to my car. I could get away with murder. I park in the underground garage of an office building that doesn't lock up. They have gates you can drive around. It's a secret only the locals know, and at four in the morning, I'm the last local around. There's no light. There are no security cameras. This is the perfect lair for a rapist, if there were any passersby. There never are. And if there are rapists about tonight, I'm them. We take the stairs down three flights, but on the second one Allison leans over in the corner and pukes. It's a long stinking regurgitation as I watch hours of alcohol and cheap fast food splash onto the floor. Ever the pro, she holds herself up with one hand while her long feet stretch as far back as she can and her left hand holds her dress out of the way. It's been warm, and she's wearing a summer dress. As she bunches up the flowery material in her hand, and as her legs move further back away from the mess, her bare ass is revealed. Because I'm already a few stairs ahead of her and lower than she is, I can see her full bush of red pubic hair and the pink folds of her large vagina. Allison is a red head, through and through. When she's done throwing up, she wipes her arm across her mouth and asks me if I saw her naked. I asked her why she wore no underwear and she told me a pathetic story about trying to save money by throwing her underwear into someone else's load at the coin-op Laundromat. She planned to get there first and remove her laundry, but the other woman never left and in any event, Allison got back too late to even talk to her about it. No money for laundry, no money for new underwear, but money for booze. I love my business. People who have their priorities straight. At this point, I'm in the car and feeling like a creep. I think of my friends who are doctors and lawyers and a bit holier-than-thou. What do I have over them if not my fun job and the sexy girls I meet? I'm sure they think I fuck strangers all the time. Maybe tonight I'll live up to that fantasy. That, or maybe I'll get caught for drunk driving and statutory rape. "Allison, you awake?" "Mm-hm" she grunts but doesn't open her eyes. "I want to see your pussy again." I try, getting bolder but giving her something easy to laugh at, laugh off and turn me away. But she just raises her skirt and starts rubbing her clit absent mindedly. "You can fuck me if you want, you know." She says, and I wish I had a recording of that. I turn on the overhead light in the car and watch her finger herself. Then I reach my right hand in through the wide open neck of her sundress and feel one of her large breasts. She's wearing a bra. At least she has some underwear. Somehow she finds the handle to lower the back to the bucket seat and now she's laying back, frigging herself with two hands and letting me feel her up. "Pinch my nipples hard. Don't worry about hurting me." I reach under her bra and comply. It's uncomfortable with the wire pressing into the top of my hand, but it's a pleasure feeling tit. She's got large ones, but they're not firm. They feel like water balloons that swoosh this way and that when not held to form by a bra cup. I get one tit completely out of the bra and see in the yellow light that she has freckled skin, giant pink areolas, and dark red eraser-sized nipples. I pinch them. She groans and moans and makes like she's coming. My comfort level is low and getting lower. I move my seat back and lower the back much as she has done, but now it's hard for me to reach into her dress. My right hand strokes her red hair as her knees jerk, her stomach tightens and she gasps. My guess is she came. Her two hands come up and brush back her hair. She faces me and smiles. "I'm awake now." She says and jumps in my lap. I'm taken by surprise with her sudden move, but thrilled none the less. She is straddling me. Instinctively I visualize that the only things between my hard cock and her hot cunt are my Jeans and jockey shorts. She grabs my head, smothering my ears and mashes our lips together. Our tongues meet and fight and I taste her vomit, but I keep pushing. And I push back, bringing my hands up under the hem of her dress and reaching for her heavy breast. This girl is big, not fat, just big: wide and heavy and buxom, with an ass like two beach balls. She takes her hands away a moment to remove her dress, and my hands take a quick grab at her ass. "Slap me." She says, and I do, hard. Then I move my hands to remove her bra. She's now completely naked except for her sandals and I am enjoying the best make-out session I've had for years. We must have stayed like that for 15 minutes: mouths pressed one to another, tongues cleaning teeth, my hands kneading and slapping her ass, her hands squeezing her large breasts into my cheeks. Occasionally we would break our kiss so I could suck at her nipples. My cock was hard. My forehead was beading up with sweat. "Excuse me." She said and sat up, abruptly ending our passion and bringing me back from high-school to the present. "My dad always said you should never leave a bar without first using the rest room. I should have listened." And with that nostalgic comment, Allison opened the driver-side door, slid out into the dim darkness of the empty car-park and assumed the position. She crouched low and put her hands on her knees and began urinating. I stared in disbelief as the puddle of urine formed beneath her and began to flow toward a distant drain. I too began to feel the urge. Just as she let go of her last trickle and used her left hand to wipe herself clean, I got out of the car and stood facing the wall. My cock was hard, so I couldn't just wriggle it out. I had to let my pants and underwear drop to my knees. Then it took a bit of concentration to get the urine flow going. Just as I began to relieve myself, I felt Allison's breasts on my back and her hand on my cock. "I love to feel a man pee." She said and held my cock until the last bits dribbled out. Then she shook it like a pro and turned me around. "You owe me a beer for this." She said as she dropped to her knees and began sucking my dick hard again. My wife is the best cock-sucker I've ever met, but Allison comes a close second. As I noticed when we were kissing, she has a long tongue and knows how to use it. On the other hand, my wife doesn't like to taste cum and I haven't been sucked to completion in years. So here was my chance. Then again, If I've gone this far, I might as well go all the way. As Allison continued to suck my cock, I continued to run a debate inside my head about what would happen and what I would and would not do. None of it mattered. Allison was in control. "I swallow. You want me to eat your seed?" She asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "I know you do, but you have to earn it. Fuck me, and if you make me cum I'll swallow your load after." With that she sat on the front end of my sedan, left one leg on the floor and brought the other one up to rest just above the headlight. She was white and freckled. Her red hair was now a mess. Her shoulders were wide and her breasts were the size of large cantaloupes. Her pubic hair was bushy and thick but ended above her vagina. The lips surrounding her pussy were thick and slick with fluid. Her vaginal opening was opening and closing on its own. Her engorged clit was at least an inch long, and stood out like a miniature prick. Even her anal opening was twitching. Without a word, I freed one leg from my pants and walked over to her. I stuck my cock in her and began pumping. She was so loose and wet that I felt almost nothing. I feared losing my erection. I stroked myself with my left hand and teased her clit with my right. Then I ran my cock over her clitoris and teased her opening. I thrust hard into her cunt and made her scream. I pinched her clit and then reached up to pinch her nipples, hard. I pulled out of her cunt again and rubbed my shaft over her clit. I leaned down and sucked on her clit and licked her pussy. It still smelled of urine even though the fluid tasted like nectar. I stood up again and fucked her. She rubbed her clit now herself, and I grabbed her breast as much for stability as for pleasure. I held onto her breast as I would hold on to the strap on a moving bus. Her orgasm was building up. Mine was getting nowhere. Fucking her was like thrusting your cock in and out of a cup of water. It was warm and nice and she flexed her muscles here and there, but there was no grip. Perhaps I was too small for her. I went back to rubbing my shaft up and down through her slit. On a particularly strong down shift my cock fell under her ass and when I came up, the cock-head got stuck at her anal opening. It opened, and my cock-head went in. My wife and I tried anal maybe twice. She didn't like it and couldn't open up. I masturbated to anal porn a lot, and have seen a lot of actresses open up their anal passages to huge intrusions. This was the first I'd ever experienced anything like this in person. I pulled out and looked at Allison's face, just to be sure. She smiled. I put the tip of my cock to her anus and watched as she gritted her teeth and opened the hole just enough to get my cock-head in. "You have to do the rest," she said, "so push!" Push I did and soon I was fucking her ass. I fucked it hard and was about to cum when Allison beat me to it. She cried out a stream of explicatives and I felt her ass muscles clench. She was rubbing her clit hard and I wanted to join in so I stuck two fingers in her snatch and tried to rub her G-spot from the inside. "More!" she called out and I managed to get three, four and then all of my fingers inside her. I'd never even thought of fisting anyone before, but know I knew why her cunt was so loose. Cock in ass, hand in cunt, hand rubbing clit to death, other hands squeezing breasts and pinching nipples all worked together to make Allison cum. A moment later she dismounted me and my car in one smooth move. She was back on her knees and sucking me for all she was worth. "You taste like shit." She said with a smile. "My shit. Did you know I was such a dirty slut?" I didn't. I began to think back to when she was a waitress and wonder if her complete disregard for basic hygiene affected any of my customers. I was horny, lustful, and having a fantastic time, but still a part of me was disgusted by the animal that was pleasuring me. As if to emphasize the point, Allison put a finger in her mouth and then said, "Now let's taste your shit." And put the lubricated finger up my ass. As she continued to suck me, she managed to get two fingers pumping up and down my rectum while her other hand cupped and played with my balls. Soon, I was spewing thick quantities of sperm down her throat. Allison stood up. We were eye-level. She was even a bit taller. She brought the two fingers that were in my ass up to her mouth and sucked. They did not look clean to me. "Mmm. I like the way you taste. Want some?" And she offered me a glob of sperm that her fingers had scooped up from her left breast. "No thanks." I said, my mind racing to figure out what next. She just looked me deep in the eyes and put it in her mouth. Then she went to the car and began to get herself dressed. I did the same, pulling my pants leg back on over my shoes and hopping around like an idiot trying to get my pants up again. Finally I was back in the driver's seat with Allison at my side. Both seats were back in their upright position. The clock on the car radio said 4:30 am. I thought we'd been at it for hours. "Where do I take you?" "You can just drop me off by the gym on Maple St. It opens at 6:00. They let me take showers there as long as I do it in the Mens' room." "Seriously?" I asked, my voice deep with concern. I turned to look at her. "Yeah." She just looked straight ahead. "I've always been good at using what I have to get what I need." We drove off in silence. It took me 7 minutes to get to Maple St. but I didn't stop at the gym. "It's over an hour till the gym opens. Let me get you some coffee." "Okay." She said and then fell asleep against the window. I took her home. My wife doesn't like when I bring people back from the bar. She likes our private and professional worlds to keep their distance. I agree, but sometimes your heart just breaks at the sad cases you meet in my business. I brought a drummer home for a week when his girl-friend kicked him out of his place. I brought a cook home for a month so he could get away from his roommate who was encouraging his drug habit. My wife and I helped him make up with his parents and move into their place and do re-hab. When I brought Allison home she didn't even ask for an explanation. "Didn't you fire this one?" She asked. "Yes, but she comes back to drink. Now she's drunk and homeless. She doesn't have any clothes." "Go to bed, I'll take care of her." I woke up to the feeling of someone sucking my dick. I didn't know what time it was or how long I'd slept. I suddenly remembered last night and wondered if Allison was down there under the sheet. Then I heard my wife say "wake up sleepy head" as she pulled the sheet away. "Good morning." I said with a smile. "Good evening. It's almost four." "Geez, how long did I sleep?" "Almost eleven hours. Fucking your waitress must have exhausted you." Busted. I didn't say anything. I just watched in amazement as Tracy went back to sucking my cock. She was already naked, and as soon as I was hard she mounted me. "Want to know why I'm fucking you and not fucking you up?" It had the tone of a rhetorical question, so I didn't answer. "Want to know why I called in sick to work today?" "Want to know why I'm not mad at you for bringing Allison home?" "Want to know why I want you to come inside me right now?" She stopped. I had to play my part. "Why?" I asked as she continued to play the cowgirl and dropped her large breasts to smother my face. "Because I love you." That was all that was said until I finally managed to ejaculate. I had slept so long and needed to pee so much that I can't say I truly enjoyed that fuck, but it was such an unusual situation that I had no choice in the matter. "Go pee," My wife commanded when I finally mentioned my predicament, "and then meet me in the kitchen. I'll have coffee ready." Tracy was stark naked in the kitchen when I joined her. She had made scrambled eggs and bacon for me and two cups of coffee for the two of us. She didn't wait for me to ask. She began to explain. "I went to take Allison's dress off, so she could get some sleep. And just think that I didn't think it appropriate that you should see her naked." She laughed. "It was too late for that, but no matter. I know you have a good heart and believe you brought her home because she has nowhere to go. So I took her dress off and lay her down. She was covered in sperm and other fluids. There was dried jizz on her breast, the smell of urine all over her thighs. Her ass looked distended and she had streaks of shit all over her ass cheeks. I couldn't put her to bed so fithly. So I made her take a bath. She woke up a little and helped me bathe her. I couldn't hold her up myself, that's for sure. So I ran her a bath. I stripped to my underwear to keep my clothes from getting wet. I put on the green bathrobe we have down there. I rubbed soap and water all over her, especially over her beautiful breasts. I couldn't help but admire her beauty. There's something captivating about a red-head. Allison Was Drunk "As I massaged her breasts, she became more talkative. I still felt I was talking to a groggy drunk, but she seemed coherent. She said I was beautiful. She said I was lucky to have a husband like you. She said that you saved her from being left on the street and being fucked by strangers. "I was enjoying the story, but busy with the work at hand. I had to clean her private parts. When my hand reached her vagina she practically pulled me in. She pressed my hand to her clit and made me rub it. I'd never felt one so big. Curiosity got the better of me and soon I was playing along with her and essentially playing with her. When I realized I was masturbating her and that she was getting all heated up, I pulled away, but then she grabbed two of my fingers and stuck them in her pussy. She said that if I got her off she would get me off. "This completely shocked me. I slapped her face. I know it was wrong but I felt so insulted. Then, when I was cleaning her ass, she tried to get my fingers up her ass hole. I'd never met anyone so compulsive. I was torn between being disgusted and feeling sorry for her. But most of all, I was proud of you that you picked her up off the street. "I decided to call in sick. I didn't know when you would wake up and I wasn't going to let such a disturbed young lady wake up alone in our house. Since I was home and undressed and she was sound asleep, I thought I might wake you up for some fun. I waited a couple of hours and then came to suck your dick. You didn't clean it very well, if you even tried at all. I could tell right away that you had been inside her. I ran downstairs to cry." At this point I tried to explain, but she raised a hand to shut me up. "I've given this all the thought I need to. We're not getting any younger. We've been together a long time. I had an affair and I always assumed you were getting yours amongst your staff. "Allison woke up hungover and met me in the kitchen. I made her breakfast and coffee. I let her wear the green bathrobe. We talked. "We talked about a lot of shit. First she told me a story, and then I told her I knew it was a lie. Once we got to talking truth, a lot came out of her. She's a really troubled kid. I think she's honest, but abused. She has no self esteem. No education. Her body is a mess, and only her youth keeps her healthy. Believe it or not, she comes from an upper middleclass background, but she's the product of divorce. Her father remarried and she's not welcome in the new home. Her mother is a tramp and she believes she inherited that from her. She's been sexually abused by her mothers' boyfriends and been taught to use her body to get money or favors. She's clearly an alcoholic and she's homeless unless she goes to her mothers' which is anathema to her. "I asked her if you took advantage of her, and she said that the opposite was true, that she waited to get a ride from you, that you always avoided hooking up with her, that she threw herself at you. Then she turned the conversation to me, saying how you always brag about having such a lovely wife, how you always say you love me. She said the bath I gave her was the nicest anyone's been to her. "Long story short, we ended up fucking." I almost choked on my coffee when that last sentence sunk in. "She told me you never fucked your staff. She said it was a onetime thing and all her fault. She said she'd be devastated if something she did hurt you or our relationship and that you were the only person to ever be nice to her. She said she could never hold a job because something involving sex would always get in the way. "By this point, I had forgiven you. I realized this was a complex situation and that I should focus on the future and not the past. I walked her back to the guest room and made her an offer. I said that if she cleaned the house, she could stay with us for a week or so until she got her shit together. She hugged me, we kissed, she touched me in places and in ways I'm not used to getting touched by a woman and I just melted into her arms. She licked my pussy to orgasm, and then kissed me. 'That was just a small thank you' she said. "I wanted to tell her that sexual favors were not required, but I couldn't speak. I think we will need to clarify that with her. In the meantime, she went out to get some of her stuff from various locations and I went up to fuck you and scratch the itch she started." There was silence in the room for a long time. "You can talk now." My wife said. I got up and made another cup of coffee. When I returned, I gave my wife a hug from behind and gently groped her bare breasts as they hung down toward her soft belly and bushy beaver. "You're beautiful and kind and I love you. We both had some crazy sex last night and I hope these stories keep us horny for years to come. I suggest that when Allison gets back we both be dressed, formal and firm. We have to lay down ground rules. The first of which has to be that she get out of here as soon as possible. She will befriend our kids. She will manipulate us. She can cause unneeded drama and crisis. Believe me, I've worked with her and fired her and re-hired her and re-fired her. She's not stable. "My professional instinct says we should get rid of her, keep our distance, and maybe send her to professionals. My gut instinct says we should take her in and help her. It looks like we're going to do the latter, and I'm worried. So I'm going to make one rule for us: we must take more advantage of her than she does of us. We must give her chores and keep her busy. And you - this is going to fall mostly on you - will have to teach her about hygiene." "That sounds smart," my wife said. "Lets go shower together and get dressed.". The scene around dinner that evening could have come from a Norman Rockwell painting: warm family dinner conversation, tuna casserole, bedtime stories for the kids, wine on the sofa for the adults. The scene that took place an hour later could have come from the movie Calligula. Tracy and I sat on one sofa, Allison on the second, across the coffee table from us. Conversation quickly turned into a job interview. Tracy and I laid down the rules, what could and could not be discussed in front of the children, what could and could not be worn around the house, what could and could not be viewed on the TV and computer, what foods could and could not be offered to the kids, and so forth. We listed our expectations for cleaning the house and babysitting hours, and also listed the freedoms and benefits Allison was entitled to. We didn't say 'don't touch the liquor cabinet', we said 'one drink a day without one of us present, more if we're drinking with you'. We were fair. Allison was thrilled. She promised not to let us down. We opened another bottle of wine, but decided to get more comfortable first. Tracy changed into a long cotton nightshirt and found Allison a two-piece set of silky pajamas. It was something I ordered her on line years ago but was too big, so Tracy never wore it. I just put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. We drank. We toasted to world peace. We told jokes. Allison told crazy stories from the bar that I didn't even know about. Tracy was getting a voyeuristic thrill from hearing the various inter-staff dramas that took place a year or more ago. There was a chemistry between us all. I was dozing on the couch when the two ladies took the glasses and began washing up the dishes from dinner together. Allison was titillating Tracy with the story of the sordid affair between my then head-waitress and a new bartender - both were female and for about a week they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They finally 69'd on the stage in front of a dozen staff-members and regulars and forced me to penalize everyone. A week later, though, they were at each other's throats. I had always assumed it was a rent issue or something, but it turns out it was caused by Allison. Allison was a waitress then and, as usual, needed a place to stay, so she was staying with them. Apparently the bar tender was fine with Allison paying rent by licking pussy, but the head-waitress wanted money. Allison was now telling Tracy that she thinks the head-waitress was just jealous. Then Tracy said the craziest thing. "Wow, why didn't I think to make cunnilingus part of our terms and conditions?" The girls giggled as if it was a joke, which I suppose it was, but it did wake me up. I was shocked at both what Tracy had said and that she was going completely against what we'd decided. We were supposed to avoid a sexual relationship with Allison, but now I watched as my newly bisexual wife let Allison raise her skirt and begin servicing her sexually. The wine had me zoned out. I couldn't muster the energy to get up or to say anything. I watched for ten minutes, and this is what I saw. Allison had raised Tracy's nightshirt and was rubbing her ass through her silky panties. Tracy objected and pushed Allison away. Allison didn't push back but bit her lip in an exaggerated pout and like a three-year-old asked why she couldn't touch Mommy. Tracy laughed and gave Allison a friendly but firm shove with her right hand telling her to cut it out. But her hand, which should have gone for the shoulder, landed on Allison's left breast. How intentional that was or subconscious or purely accidental, I'll never know. But it caused all normality to stop. Allison quickly grabbed Tracy's errant hand with both of hers, and held it to her breast. For a moment, Allison searched out Tracy's eyes, trying to make eye-contact, perhaps to understand what Tracy really wanted. Tracy just looked at her hand, fixated, stoned. They stood like that in silence for a long minute, and then Allison gently moved Tracy's hand under the material of her pajama top. Tracy's hand was cupped on Allison's boob while Allison unbuttoned the four very large pajama buttons allowing her top to open up completely, then fall from her shoulders, then fall to the floor. Tracy now held both breasts, one in each hand, weighing them like ripe melons. "Pull on the nipples." Allison whispered, and Tracy complied. I suddenly became acutely aware of the silence in the house. I felt as if I could hear a pin drop. I heard Allison sigh and looked up to see Tracy sucking on Allison's right breast. "You're so beautiful." Tracy purred as she moved her mouth to the other breast. "I am young, but you are beautiful." Allison answered, reaching down to pull up Tracy's nightshirt again. As she pulled the shirt over Tracy's head and hands she looked at me and smiled. She took a half-step forward and pressed her bare breasts against my wife's bare breasts and said, throwing the shirt down to the floor and looking Tracy straight in the eye, "I've always felt a man could make a girl feel special, but only another woman could make a woman feel beautiful." Tracy grasped Allison's face between her hands and said, their breasts still pressed together, "girl, you are wise beyond your years." Allison kneaded Tracy's breasts, tweaked her nipples and kissed her. It was more of a tongue lashing than a lover's kiss, but it amazed me. Tracy had just opened up. I was certain that if something broke the moment she would catch herself and run off. But that didn't happen. The passion between them was escalating and that's when I noticed Allison's hand inside Tracy's panties, fingering her womanhood. Nothing gets Tracy off like cunt-play. Her orgasms only come through stimulation of her clitoris, be it oral or manual. She enjoys fucking, she likes having me inside her. She even tolerates me lasting a long time and fucking her raw. Occasionally she will ask me to stop, complaining that she is sore. She will get me off by hand or let me rub my cock through her breasts or ass-crack 'till I cum. Then, she may just want to fall asleep, or she may want me to eat her out again to another orgasm. With Tracy's guidance, I have become an expert cunt-licker. I enjoy it and am not complaining one bit. But as I watched Allison finger Tracy, I knew it would not be long until Tracy climaxed. The kiss broke. Allison wanted to see what she was doing. Tracy was hysterical and wanted more. Her tongue was reaching out, looking for something to lap up. Finally she found and latched onto Allison's left breast like a hungry child. Allison was guiding Tracy to the breakfast table, all the while keeping one hand on her muff. When Tracy reached the table, Allison pulled Tracy's face from her breast and got down on her knees. Here was a moment I'd fantasized over my entire adult life: my wife opening her legs up to the oral ministrations of another woman. I couldn't stand aside any longer. I wanted to witness this close up. I no longer feared ruining the moment or interrupting the sex. It was only when I stood that I realized I had sprouted a hard-on. I suddenly felt the pressure of my cock-head against the chamois material of my cotton sweat pants. I approached the kitchen table from the living-room side which meant that Tracy's back was to me. I reached around her smooth back and grabbed her tits. She let herself relax and lean into my chest. I should have taken my shirt off. As I fondled Tracy's breasts, I put my chin on her shoulder and alternated between nibbling her neck and looking down past her abdomen to where Allison's red hair bobbed over Tracy's vulva. On a few occasions, I would make eye-contact with Allison. Her eyes smiled at me even as her tongue lashed at the swollen clit before her. I could also make out that she had two fingers now pumping in and out of Tracy's vagina. Tracy exploded, orgasm number two. Allison didn't let up. She was still licking and pumping and Tracy's climax just didn't stop. Tracy's entire body was shaking and convulsing and she began to scream, begging Allison to stop. She did. Tracy collapsed in my arms, eyes closed, legs still spread hanging over the edge of the table, bodily fluids dripping from her vagina. Allison stood back, still wearing her pajama bottoms but naked from the waste up. "Shall we take this to the bedroom?" Allison asked. "No." Tracy gasped, making an effort to sit up and pull herself back to the present. "No. Wait." We waited in silence. "Allison, Dave, this is not right. I think we made a mistake. What if the kids wake up?" My old Tracy was back. Experience told me there would be no threesome. Not tonight and not ever. Probably no job for Allison either. If anything, Allison wouldn't even last a week. "Tracy," Allison cajoled, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Allison. Please don't touch me right now. I know I'm being terribly selfish and wicked. You made me feel wonderful and I didn't give you anything in return, but I'm a bit out of order right now and need to pull myself together. "Dave, I think we should all go to bed: Allison to her bed and us to ours, and discuss this in the morning." I thought to say something but I didn't know what. I wanted to say something appeasing to Allison, but also wanted to fuck her. I wanted to scold Tracy, but not in front of Allison. It was a mess. Allison looked at me and smiled. She bent over and pulled off the pajama bottoms exposing her beautiful round white ass to us. She turned to face us again and showed us the bright orange tuft of hair above her red clam. Then she said in the most casual way, "I'm going to go masturbate in bed. Have a great night. See you in the morning." Then she came over to me, kissed my cheek and said, "good night." It seemed innocent and normal but included a clandestine squeeze of my cock and let me feel her heavy breast on my chest and arm. God, did her pussy look inviting though, and I didn't get even a smell of it. Then she leaned in to Tracy to give her a good night kiss as well. They held each other mid fore-arm and kissed both cheeks like the French. Allison's breasts hit Tracy's, her crotch hit the top of Tracy's thigh as Allison stepped around her protruding knee to make the kiss. Then Allison stepped back to go. If she was bluffing, she could beat a poker player. It really looked to me like she meant to turn and leave us alone, but Tracy wouldn't let her go. Her small hands with the dark red nail-polish held fast to Allison's forearms. "Come back," Tracy cooed, and Allison did. Their breasts touched again. Tracy's knee parted Allison's legs again, and they kissed again, but this time they opened their mouths and began making out fully. Within thirty seconds their hands were grabbing at each others' backs and the kissing grew in passion. Allison's red turtle was sliding back and forth on Tracy's smooth brown thigh, leaving a glistening trail. Finally they broke it off. "I'm scared," is all Tracy said. She was looking at Allison but I felt she was talking to me. "Do you want me to stay with you?" I asked, offering to leave them to themselves, but hoping against it. "Come with us to Allison's room." She answered, never looking at me, just hopping down from the table and fondling Allison's breasts as she let Allison lead her to the guest room. For the first time, I noticed how short Tracy was. I followed two lovely bouncing asses into the guest room. There was a queen size bed there which Tracy had made and Allison had made a mess of. As I closed the door behind me and locked it, I undressed. Meanwhile the girls had stripped the rest of the sheets from the bed and lay side by side one another kissing. I stroked my hard cock wondering whom to turn to first. "I want to watch you put it in her." Tracy said and my mind was made up. Allison scooted to the edge of the bed, spread her legs and raised herself up on her elbows. Tracy got up on her knees, sat next to Allison, and began fondling her breasts and rubbing her clit. I put my penis to Allison's red flower and penetrated. With Allison, it was easy. For the next few minutes I stood on the parquet floor pumping my dick back and forth into Allison's dilated cooch. It was pleasurable, but not as much as the pleasure I was getting cerebrally from watching my lovely wife share this teen whore with me. Her breasts shivered as she alternated between kissing Allison, fondling Allison's breasts, fingering Allison's clit, and kissing me. Soon her kisses with me grew more intense. I was having difficulty keeping my rhythm inside Allison. "I love you." She said and then swung her leg over Allison's head and planted her cunt atop Allison's mouth. After a minor adjustment, she returned to kissing me and closing our lovers' triangle. "She's eating my cunt and my asshole." Tracy said at one point, but I just kept fucking Allison and didn't respond. "She's licking my asshole." Tracy told me and this made my cock get just a little bit harder. "I want him in my ass." Allison called out from somewhere deep inside Tracy's quim. "I want to watch." Tracy punctuated the conversation and grabbed. Allison's ankles. I pulled out of Allison's snatch and stood back while Tracy, who was still perched above Allison's mouth, pulled at Allison's ankles effectively raising her asshole to me. This did not look like a comfortable position, but I knew Allison could take it. I thought about the bottle of lube upstairs in our room, but didn't want to let the moment slip away while I ran off. Rather, I stepped forward and put my cockhead at Allison's anus. It was still slick with Allison's cunt juice, and Allison had done this before, so without much trouble and a few slow pushes, I was back inside my former waitress's derriere. The tight fit of her ass brought me to climax very quickly. Within a few short strokes, just as I'd gotten into the swing of things, I had to pull out and ejaculate. Three thick stripes of jism lay across Allison's belly. Tracy dismounted. Allison raised herself up on her elbows and asked Tracy if she wanted to eat it. Tracy declined, but agreed to feed it to Allison. She scooped the liquid love onto her fingers and let Allison suck them. I let Allison suck my taint-smelling cock clean. Allison Was Drunk All three of us were pooped. At four in the morning I woke up and took myself to bed. I considered waking Tracy, but she was snoring heavily. I just admired her naked form in the pre-dawn light. Then I noticed Allison looking at me. She smiled and rolled over, back to sleep, putting her arm around Tracy. I slept alone, and satisfied. In the days to come,Tracy, Allison and I would have to work out our feelings about what had transpired over the past 24 hours. For now, I just couldn't stop smiling.