0 comments/ 86145 views/ 5 favorites The Housesitter Ch. 01 By: TrulyTerrific His work-roughened hands gently molded her ample breasts, rolling the swollen nipples between his fingers as his tongue trailed down her torso. His brown eyes locked with hers as he found the juncture between her thighs and his mouth finally sought out her aching core. Gina knew it wouldn't take long for him to bring her over the edge to an earthshaking... BANG!! Gina sat bolt upright in her bed. 'What the hell was that?' she wondered, flicking on the bedside table light and checking the windows for gunshot debris or God only knows what else. 'Must have just been a passing car backfiring,' Gina decided irately as she glanced at her bedside clock. Although, in her personal opinion there should be a law against people with noisy cars driving around after midnight. Especially when she had an important presentation at work the next morning. She reached out to shut off the lamp when it happened again, sending her lamp crashing off the nightstand. "Shit." Gina cursed angrily, retrieving the now useless light before stomping out of the bedroom. She grabbed her keys off the hook by the backdoor and slammed out of the house, intent on finding the guilty party and stringing him up by his genitalia. It had to be a man. No woman would be so rude. Women understood that night was for sleeping. Gina looked around for the source of the commotion when a horn blared from the garage next store, followed by a string of profanity. By the time she got to the garage, Pete, who was house sitting for her normally quieter neighbors, was searching frantically under the hood for the horn wire to the old Desoto he was apparently trying to resurrect. "Son-of-a-bitch!" he muttered, pulling out a hand full of wires and mercifully killing the horn, hopefully forever. "You do realize that people around here generally sleep at this time of the night, don't you?" Gina asked crossly as soon as there was silence again. The sound of her voice startled Pete and he jumped, hitting his head on the hood and sending a bunch of tools and parts clattering noisily to the floor. "What?" He reached for a nearby rag to wipe his hands before rubbing the back of his head. "Owwww." "Sleep." Gina repeated succinctly. "People are trying to sleep." He shook his head at the mess on the floor and sighed. "I'm really sorry. I just thought I'd tinker for—" Pete looked up at her apologetically, but his voice trailed off uncertainly. "But I didn't—" He sputtered haltingly as he stood gaping at her. Gina wondered if maybe he was mentally challenged or something. She glanced down to find out what he was staring at when she realized that the garage light behind her made her short nightie positively transparent. She crossed her arms in front of her, trying to cover herself somewhat and only managing to make the situation worse judging by his strangled moan. Atta girl, Gina. That's one way to get your point across. "So, uhm, anyway...do you think maybe you could work on this at a more civilized time?" Pete swallowed hard and forced his big brown eyes to meet hers. "Yes ma'am." "Well, alrighty then," Gina started backing toward the door, realizing with a start that the lover in her dream was the sexy young man in front of her. "Now that we have that worked out I'm going to go home and try to get back to sleep." As if she could sleep now anyway. "Good night." He said softly, moving after her almost as if in a trance. The keys in her right hand caught on the garage door track, pulling her arm away and giving him one last accidental glimpse of her breasts. "Uhm...yeah....good night." She mumbled, all but sprinting away once she was outside again. 'He's the neighbors' twenty-two year old grandson, for chrissakes,' Gina thought to herself as she quickly retraced the path to her back door. Okay, so yes, maybe she had noticed how gorgeous he was when he was out mowing the lawn...with his shirt off, his glistening muscles rippling in the sunlight...but she had no right to be having saucy dreams about him. And she definitely shouldn't have been standing there wondering if he was as turned on by the entire incident as she was. The whole thing was positively indecent. She didn't stop berating herself about her lustful fantasies until she had returned to the relative safety of her own back yard. Gina went to put the key in the door lock but was alarmed to discover that the clasp to her key ring was open and the key was missing. "Oh this isn't good." Searching for her missing key might be like a finding the proverbial needle in the haystack, but she would crawl around here half the night looking for it if she had to. She just hoped like hell the key hadn't fallen off before she left the house. There was always a spare key at her neighbors' house, but after that debacle Gina wasn't anxious to go back over and face Pete again. At least not until both daylight and sanity reigned again, not to mention her being dressed in something as un-see thru-able as possible. She was bent over searching through her petunias when she heard the unmistakable clearing of a man's throat behind her. "Uhm, Gina..." Looking over her shoulder she found Pete standing there, key in hand and a smile quirking at the corners of his mouth. "Were you looking for this?" "No. I always weed my plants this time of night." She replied waspishly, getting up and dusting off her hands. "The dirt is much easier to work with at 2AM." "I found it on the garage floor." Pete explained as he stepped closer, his eyes wandering leisurely over her nightie again. "It must've fallen when you bumped your hand." She took the proffered key, allowing herself the brief pleasure of brushing her fingers over his warm, calloused hand. "I don't suppose you found my dignity lying there next to it." Gina asked dryly. Pete chuckled, easing the tension between the two of them. "I really am sorry that I woke you." He said contritely. "But I'm so glad it was you that came over dressed like that to yell at me instead of Mrs. Kapinsky." Pete's allusion to the geriatric Jabba the Hutt living on the other side of his grandparents made her laugh outright. Oh he was far too adorable to stay angry at for very long. "Well since we're both awake anyway, how would you like to come on in for a drink?" He looked somewhat surprised by her offer. "I'll even put a robe on." Gina promised as she turned to unlock the door. "Oh darn." He said with a dramatic sigh, willingly following her into her sunroom. She was playing with fire and she knew it. But surely it couldn't hurt anything if she just sat here and appreciated his fine body for a while. "Rum and Coke alright with you?" Gina asked, heading toward the kitchen. "It's got booze in it, right?" Pete answered laughingly as he settled himself onto the couch. Once out of sight Gina raced down the hallway and grabbed a robe out of her bedroom. Granted the short silk kimono didn't cover up much, but at least it wasn't transparent. Back in the kitchen she quickly prepared a couple of stiff drinks before rejoining Pete in the sunroom. "Of course if you tell your grandparents I liquored you up while you were here I will categorically deny it." She informed him playfully as she handed him his glass. "Cookies and milk all the way." Pete promised, crossing his heart before taking a sip from the glass in his hand. "And after getting a glimpse of your cookies I really need this glass of milk." Gina seated herself across from him and drank deeply from her own glass to calm her nerves. "Why don't I wake you out of a deep sleep with a blaring horn in the middle of the night sometime and we'll see how coherent you are." "Now that I know what you sleep in I might just make a habit of it." He winked, holding his glass up to her in a silent toast. She took another fortifying sip, feeling the shot of liquid courage surge through her veins. "If all you wanted was a peep show you should've just said so." Gina leaned forward, her elbows resting on her thighs, her tits all but spilling out for his scrutiny. Oh well, subtlety was lost on the young anyway. "The peep show is already what keeps me up at night." Pete admitted, killing off half of his drink. "You're out there gardening in a halter and short shorts, sunbathing in that bikini...damn...it's no wonder gramps keeps binoculars by the kitchen window." He gazed dreamily at the expanse of white flesh exposed between the red lapels of her robe. "You've been watching me?" Gina asked in surprise, taking another big swallow of her own drink. Pete looked at her in amazement. "What's not to watch?" Pete leaned forward as well, whether to look her in the eye or for a better view down her robe she couldn't be sure. "You are damned hot." 'Damned hot.' Gina grinned despite herself. Here she was forty-five, divorced and feeling sorry for herself but this young stud thought she was hot. Oh yeah, life was good. "For an older woman, at any rate." She amended, raising her glass to her mouth for another drink and watching him covertly over the rim. Pete shook his head and leaned in closer. "All of those flat-chested, anorexic, mall crawl girls are a total turn-off for me." Another sip. "Older women, on the other hand, have all these excellent curves and they know what they want sexually." He winked boldly. "Or at least so I'm told." "Honey, at my age women just want staying power." Gina assured him drolly. "Then might I suggest a younger man in his sexual prime?" Pete finished off his drink and set it on the side table. "You get not only staying power, but amazing rejuvenative abilities." He stared into her cleavage again. Nonplussed she quickly downed the last of her Rum and Coke and reached for his glass. "How about another drink?" Gina tottered uncertainly to her feet. "Can't fly on one wing." Pete stood up and took the glasses from her. "Here. Why don't I get them?" He offered, easing the glasses out of her hands. "And are you sure you don't want to take off that robe? You're looking a little flushed." Gina tugged at the strap around her waist. "It has gotten rather warm in here, hasn't it?" She meant to play the seductress and just show him a little bit, but the fabric slid off her shoulders before she could stop it. "I know I'm certainly sweating bullets." He mumbled inanely as the robe fell onto the chair behind her. "Maybe I'm not the only one with too many clothes on." She dropped back into her seat, her breasts bouncing invitingly. Pete swallowed hard. "I'm starting to think you're right." He turned and headed for the kitchen before he changed his mind and stripped off everything here in front of her. 'Sweet Jesus that woman is HOT!' Pete thought, putting the glasses on the counter and taking a few deep, calming breathes. Okay, yes, so he had been lusting after her ever since he had moved in next door and seen her washing her car in a too-tight t-shirt. But never in his wildest dreams did she show up all but naked beneath some see-thru nightie with a body that just begged to be fucked, especially if the state of her puckered nipples were any indication. Closing his eyes, Pete imagined flicking his tongue over the stiff little nubs and then just sucking his fill of each perfect globe. And if the tits weren't enough, the glimpse of her perfectly shaved pussy illuminated by the moonlight was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. From the front there had been an uncertain shadow, but when she was bent over searching for her key he had had an unobstructed view of her glistening pink lips. It would've been so easy to just wrap his fingers around her hips and sink his meat deep into her. He could almost feel her hot, wet sheath tightening around him as he thrust into her repeatedly. With a start Pete realized that he was standing in Gina's kitchen fantasizing about her instead of making more drinks. Was he out of his mind? She was sitting in the other room, mostly naked and coming on to him like crazy, and he was in here just thinking about it. And the almost painful straining in the front of his running shorts insured that he wouldn't be the only one who could tell what he had on his mind. Well, there was no hiding his hard-on now. If she chose to she could always ignore it, or call him a pervert and send him home. But if things played out in the direction they seemed to be moving...lets just say this could end up a very good evening for the both of them. He dumped a generous amount of rum into each of the glasses, tossed in a couple of cubes and splashed some Coke on top for color before heading back into the sunroom. "I was starting to think I would have to send in a—" Whatever Gina had been about to say faded away as she stared eye-level at his shorts in front of her and the straining cock all but jumping out of them to say hello. "Oh my." Her hand reached out and caressed his stiff length under the confining fabric. "Is this all for me?" She asked as her hands slid around the elastic waist of his shorts. Mesmerized, all he could do was nod. "If this is half as big as it looks..." She trailed off as her thumbs hitched around the waistband and slowly pulled the shorts down, releasing Pete's Peter. "And you're shaved, too. I like that." Her fingers wrapped around the base and slid up and down his length. One thumb caressed the head of his cock while the other gently cupped the twins. "Oh yeah, I have got to have a taste of that." Pete didn't know exactly what to expect, but her bypassing his staff to suck his balls blew him away. She lapped at one tentatively before sucking it into her mouth and working it gently with a combination of suction and her very capable tongue. She gave the other testicle equal treatment before sucking them both in and humming gently against them. "Oh fuck." Pete moaned, trying desperately not to upright the drinks in his hands. Gina looked up at him and smiled, slowly sliding her tongue along the underside of his cock until she reached the top. Once there she sucked the head into her mouth, her tongue delving briefly into the tip before slowly sliding down his hard shaft, taking him deeper than any other girl had before. He stood there, drinks in both hands and eyes rolled into the back of his head as she slowly went to work on his cock. Holy fuck. Everything they said about older women was completely true. Not only did she know what she wanted, but she totally knew how to do it, too. Ice rattled against the side of the glasses as Pete fought for control. "Uhm, oh god Gina that feels great and all, but if I don't put these glasses down soon..." She slowed her bobbing head and gave him a sexy 'I've-got-your-cock-in-my-mouth-what-the-fuck-are-you-complaining-about' look. Hell, what was he complaining about? "It's just that these are gonna spill and I want to touch you and—" Never releasing his rod, Gina slid one hand up his torso and followed his arm out to her glass. Taking the drink in her hand she managed to set it on the table next to her, only splashing a little out. Pete took a large drink from the glass still in his hand before surrendering that one as well. He was going to need every ounce of support he could muster against her onslaught. Pete's hand curved into her hair as soon as she went back to work and he was now free to thrust up into each downward sweep, going even deeper. With more than six inches of his manhood being sucked in by this Human Hoover, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm going to cum." Pete moaned, his balls contracting and ready to unload. Gina went for broke at this pronouncement and sucked in nearly another inch, stroking with her hand whatever she couldn't get down her throat. That was all the encouragement he needed as he started pumping stream after stream of his hot, gooey cum deep into her throat. She finished him off with long, tender strokes, greedily sucking down every single drop of his seed. Grinning, Gina stood up reached for him, pulling his mouth to hers for a cum-filled kiss. Oh man he would've never thought getting a mouth full of his own jizz could be this hot. Her hand sought out his still semi-hard shaft. "Mmmmm...that's nice." Pete wanted to agree that her hand did indeed feel very nice but his jello-like legs picked that moment to wobble. "Oh, poor dear. I think maybe you need to lie down." He was all set to fall back onto the couch when Gina tugged him by the cock toward the hallway. "And I have just the place for you." The night just kept getting better and better. "Now that's right neighborly of you." He murmured as she led him into her darkened bedroom. She pushed him back onto the bed, crawling across his prone body and nestling his rod against her hot, wet box. "You know how it goes...I scratch your back and—" "I scratch yours." Pete finished for her, his hands sliding up under the nightie and finally finally cupping her luscious mounds. "Or fondle." He rolled the nipples between his fingers and she made a mewing sound at the back of her throat. "Or suck." Pete pulled her down and sucked her tit into his mouth, nightie and all. The sheer fabric created an unexpected type of friction as he worked her imprisoned nipple with his teeth. He felt her pussy lips clamp down and a rush of moisture from above him. Damn, she was cumming and he wasn't even trying. Yet. "Oh that was good." Gina panted, grinding against his ever resurgent member. "We've barely scratched the surface." Pete assured her. "Now, let's take this damned thing off and try the other nipple without obstructions." He urged, pushing at the night gown. "This perfect set of tits needs to be worshiped properly." Gina sat up straight and slowly peeled the nightie over her head, completely baring her tits to him for the first time. And they were certainly and most magnificently worth the wait. Pete half sat/half pulled her back down to him and eagerly sucked her other nipple into his mouth. He could die a happy man now because her breasts felt so incredible pressed against him. "Lights." She mumbled, straining to reach the bedside lamp. "I want to see you—" The switch clicked but nothing happened. "Shit. I forgot. I knocked it off the table earlier." Before he knew it Gina had slid up over him to reach for a lamp on the far side of the bed. When it did click on Pete found himself looking up at her wet, pink snatch poised mere inches from his tongue. His hands wrapped around her hips and he pulled her into place over his mouth before lapping hungrily at her swollen lips. "Ohmigod!" She gasped. "I wasn't...uhm..." Gina paused as his tongue caressed her clit, whimpering softly. "I...uhm...uh....I could turn around and do you too." Pete shook his head and held her tightly in place. "No. It's your turn now." He wanted to give her the same selfless oral pleasure she had bestowed on him earlier. Of course, as he sucked on her inner lips and was rewarded with a rush of her sweet juices he had to admit to the purely selfish reason that she just tasted too good to rush through. Gina was a meal to be savored. "Oh god fucking damnit." She hissed, grinding into his face as he tongue-fucked her. "Tsk-tsk-tsk." Pete scolded laughingly. "Such language. What would my grandparents say?" "They would tell you to stop teasing me and fuck me with that massive cock of yours already." She shot back. Pete felt his cock straining in silent consent. "Do you want me to fuck you Gina?" He asked, pulling out from beneath her. "Is that what you want?" Her hands were still in a death grip on the brass headboard. "Well I sure as hell don't want you to fix my car right now." He got on his knees behind her and grabbed her hips. "How do you want it?" Pete rubbed his cock against her slippery twat. "Do you want it nice and soft?" He slowly eased into her. "Or do you want it hard and fast?" He offered alternately, thrusting fiercely into her tight little pocket. The Housesitter Ch. 01 Gina glanced over her shoulder at him, her green eyes shining with desire. "Give me everything you've got." She commanded, pushing her ass back against him. Pete's fingers dug into her hips. "Just remember, you asked for it." He pumped into her wildly, expelling weeks of pent up lust for his incredibly sexy neighbor. The reality of fucking Gina was even better than the fantasies. She was hot, tight, incredibly wet and even better in bed then he could have possibly imagined. He had lost count of how many times he had made her cum by now. "Ohmigod I love the way that feels." She panted when he slowed his pace some to prevent an untimely end to the party. "It's feeling pretty good from back here, too." He assured her, caressing her ass. "Ooh," she pulled away from him and urged him down onto the bed again. "But do you know what would be even better?" Pete could tell where she was going with this and he had to admit that she was absolutely correct. "What?" He asked playfully as she rolled him onto his back. Gina put her knees on other side of him, her gorgeous tits heaving in anticipation. Poised above his rigid shaft, her eyes full of passion, she captured the head of his dick with the lips of her cunt. "This." She impaled herself on his cock, moaning thickly when her pelvis met his. Pete had to fight the stars that suddenly exploded in his head when she arched her back and thrust her chest heavenward. "Oh yeah." He closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation. "Much better." Gina set a slower pace now, masterfully sliding up and down his length and allowing him an unobstructed view of her body which, now that she was naked with her tits swaying above him, he had upgraded to MegaHot. UltraMegaKillerHot even. Especially with that little down-and-swivel motion that she was doing to him that was making it harder and harder to hold off his next orgasm. Pete ran his fingers up her torso to capture her nipples, alternately rolling and gently tugging the stiff, pink nubs. He slid his hands around to her back and urged her down to him, eagerly sucking one of those appetizing morsels into his mouth. He didn't know what it was about breasts, but he couldn't get enough of them...especially in his mouth. There was only so much a man could stand though, especially with his cock buried deep inside a convulsing pussy and his face buried between to monster tits. "Now it's time for the fun stuff." Pete grabbed her hips and thrust his shaft deep up into her, his mouth sucking hard on her nipples. "We haven't been having fun here?" Gina gasped as he pistoned fiercely into her. Pete shook his head, trying to clear it. What the fuck had he been saying? All he could think about was shooting his load. Oh, yeah... "The fun stuff is when we both cum." He urged her back into a sitting position, filling her tight, wet snatch completely with his swollen rod. He felt her muscles contracting and she arched back to take him even deeper. "I like this kind of fun." Her voice was strained as she moved up and down his staff a few more times. "Oh God...I need to...Pete," Gina strangled out. "Cum. Now." Pete did not have to be told twice to do what he so very badly had wanted to do for weeks. His fingers tightened on her hips as he surged up into her once more before letting loose stream after stream of hot, sticky, satisfying fun. He pumped into her over and over until he had squeezed out every last drop. Even then he still surged up into her until her last shuddering orgasm subsided. "Disney cannot hold a candle to your version of fun, sweetheart." Gina praised as she collapsed on top of him, invading his mouth with her tongue in a long, leisurely kiss. "Mmmmmmm," Pete ran his hand down the curve of her spine before coming to rest on her perfectly rounded backside. "Disney never had the inspiration that I did." "Maybe I should start my own amusement park." Gina replied with a cheeky grin. "The line around the block waiting to ride at two in the morning might piss off the neighbors." He teased, reminding her of how they had gotten to this point tonight. "Oh shit! I just realized I left all the garage lights on and everything wide open!" Reluctantly Gina rolled off his very tired soldier. "I have a meeting in the morning that I'm going to be way too tired for anyway." She tried unsuccessfully to cover up a yawn. Pete leaned over and gave Gina one last kiss before climbing out of bed. "So I'll see you around then." Gina pulled a sheet over her hot body, her eyes already fluttering closed. "Thanks for tonight." She murmured sleepily. "You're definitely forgiven for waking me up." Pete chuckled as he collected his clothes and headed for the door. He had a feeling he was going to like staying here. And it was a damned good thing his grandparents were going to be gone the rest of the summer. The Housesitter Ch. 02 Pete held up his beer mug and toasted himself. While he didn't mind taking care of his grandparents' house all summer, he did miss not having any friends around to party with. He had even allowed himself the fantasy of Gina his sexy neighbor showering him with sexual favors to commemorate this auspicious event. But even she wasn't around. In fact, Pete hadn't seen his curvaceous neighbor since their one and only encounter three weeks ago. He was starting to wonder if she was avoiding him or if she was embarrassed or something stupid like that. And he really didn't want to seem pathetic and keep haunting her doorstep hoping for another glimpse of her world-class body. "Happy Birthday." He muttered dejectedly, taking a swig from his drink. "Thanks, but it's not my birthday." Pete looked up from his pity party and found an incredibly sexy blonde sitting next to him with a friendly smile on her face. "No. It's my birthday." He explained, trying not to stare at the very low neckline of her shirt and the ample bosom barely concealed there. "Well, then Happy Birthday!" She said brightly, leaning over and dropping a quick kiss on the cheek. The press of her warm tits against his arm was enough to get his cock up and looking around for an explanation. "Uh, thanks." "Are you meeting your friends here then?" She asked, reaching for the bowl of peanuts on the other side of him. Oh man! What a fantastic set of hooters this honey had. "No. I don't live around here." Pete watched her lips in fascination as she sucked a peanut into her mouth. "I'm taking care of my grandparents place for the summer." "Well, that's an amazing coincidence." The blonde offered a nut to Pete. He leaned forward and sucked it from between her fingertips the way she had. "You're taking care of your grandparent's house, too?" Pete savored the intimate moment, craving a taste of her salty essence as well. "No, silly." She laughed brightly. "But I'm new around here and don't know anyone either." "You're right. That is an amazing coincidence." He agreed, taking another sip of his beer. "And a lucky one, too." Smiling, she held out her hand to him. "Hi, I'm Heather." "And I'm Pete." He shook her hand, thinking that maybe his birthday wasn't going to turn out so badly after all. "Can I get you a drink?" Heather turned back to the bar and finished off the mug in front of her. "Sure!" They chatted casually over their drinks for a while, getting to know each other better. Heather, he discovered, was in her final year at UA where she was majoring in business and that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend. While the breakup was bad news for her, Pete considered it great news for himself. He had to admit that he was really starting to consider the Grand Canyon State for permanent residence. Especially if all the women here were as beautiful and well-endowed as the two that he had met so far. Pete noticed an empty pool table at the back of the bar. "Hey, do you want to shoot some pool?" He suggested, motioning to the bartender to make the arrangements. "That'd be great." Heather agreed, reaching into the pocket of her short, tight denim skirt for some cash. "But it's my treat. Consider it a birthday present." Pete followed her to the back pool table, hoping like hell he wasn't drooling as he watched her fine ass swaying. Damn was Heather ever Hot! He might even be willing to put her in a class with Gina, and that was saying something. Maybe playing pool wasn't such a great idea after all. No way was he going to be able to hide a raging hard-on behind a skinny little stick. Heather spotted the balls on the table and Pete got lost down the valley of exposed cleavage. "Nice rack." He murmured appreciatively. She winked boldly and picked a cue from the selection against the wall. "If you think that's something wait until you see my stroke." "I'd much rather feel it." He murmured as he reached past her for a cue. Her hand reached out for a quick, covert caress across his dick before he could step away. "Mmmmm…is that a pool cue in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She asked, a bit wide-eyed with surprise about the hard-on she had found there. "Happy to see you." Pete grinned, reaching for the cue ball from the table and handing it to her. "And I am even willingly putting my ball in your hand." Heather dropped a quick kiss on the white ball. "For luck." She explained before setting it on the table and making the opening break shot. Pete felt like one of those cartoon dogs with his eyes zooming out of his head when he got a glimpse of her boobs practically pouring out of her top and onto the pool table. It was a good thing he didn't have money riding on this game, because with those tits staring him in the face there was no way he stood a chance tonight. "Beer," he said suddenly, realizing that his throat was unusually dry. "We need more beer." Pete flagged a passing waitress and ordered another round. As the game went on the flirting became more creative. The double entendres got more obvious, the 'innocent' intimate brushes more frequent. At one point Heather was bent over the table so low that he got a definite nipple flash. And when he managed to tear his eyes from the delectable décolletage to look at her face he found her smiling knowingly. "Thinking about a pocket shot?" Heather asked playfully. Pete considered her question for a moment, using his cue stick to gage his trajectory and 'inadvertently' catching the tip between her breasts. "Looks like a very nice head spot there." She eased his cue out and slowly slid her hand down the cue shaft. "Then maybe its time for you to show me how well you handle your stick." Pete set up his bridge and was about to shoot when Heather stood across from him, secured her cue between her tits, and slowly chalked the tip. She pursed her sweet pink mouth and gently blew the excess from the top and it was all Pete could do not moan aloud. His shot ended up going wide and bouncing off the far cushion. Well hell, two could play at that game. Heather wasn't the only one that could tease. "No, no, no…your stance is all wrong." He said, stepping behind her and rubbing his cock against her ass when she bent over to take her next shot. "You have to relax into it." Pete ran his fingers lightly up her arms and over the sides of her breasts. "See how much better that is?" Heather miscued and sent the ball jumping across the table. "Better for which of us?" "I dunno. Worked pretty well for me." He winked, searching the table for an easy shot. "How about we make a little wager?" She proposed, leaning into him. "Like?" Pete was close enough to feel her warm breath caress his cheek. "If you win I will grant you your dearest birthday wish." Heather rubbed up against him invitingly. "And if you win?" She laughed and let her tongue glide lightly over his ear lobe. "Pretty much the same thing." "You're on." Pete pressed into her and slowly ground his pelvis against hers. "And to the victor go the spoils." Heather could feel an answering heat between her legs in response to his hard-on. Well, the good news was she was most definitely over Brad her idiot ex-boyfriend. The bad news, if you wanted to call it that, was that she really wanted to know Pete in the biblical sense. Ohmigod talk about gorgeous! And that monster hard-on he kept teasing her with? If that was as big as it felt…well…hey, hadn't she earned a deep, thorough fucking with a real cock after two years of reassuring Brad that size wasn't everything? "It's your shot." She reminded him, reluctantly extricating herself from his machinations. "You mean we're still playing pool?" Pete asked in mock-dismay, returning his attention to the pool table behind her and managing to make his next shot. "We are unless you can figure out a clever way to claim your birthday wish early." Heather whispered in his ear, causing the following shot to carom off wildly. Heather smiled seductively and moved around the table to line up her shot, being sure to put a little extra wiggle in her walk as she did so. Pete moaned appreciatively. "Sweetheart you keep that up and the cue ball isn't the only thing that'll be shooting wildly across the table." Heather slowly licked her lips. Oh she had forgotten how much fun the chase could be. "And that would be such a waste." She said before making a beautiful dead combo. "Thanks for that setup there." "Sure." Pete shook his head laughingly. "No problem." He really had a great laugh. In fact, by the swelling in his jeans she was pretty sure he had a great everything. Heather had an almost overwhelming urge to sweep all the balls off the table, push Pete back onto it and fuck him silly. Of course, with the few patrons at the bar that evening ready to stand witness and the risk of some major rug burn from the table top it probably wasn't the greatest idea she had ever had. Maybe what she needed instead was a different way to distract him. Heather smiled wickedly as a plan formed in her mind. "Hey, I'm gonna hit the little girl's room real quick. Beer in, beer out." She explained simply. Heather was going to make damned sure that someone won this game soon. There was some serious fucking to be done tonight. After taking care of business in the tiny bar restroom she slipped off her damp panties and shoved them into her purse. Heather planned to wait for him to set up his next shot before she dropped her panties onto the table in front of him. And if that didn't work the next time she bent over to take a shot in front of him…oh yeah. There was going definitely going to be some major sex happening between them if she had any say in the matter. She turned off the light and pulled open the bathroom door only to find Pete exiting the men's bathroom. "Fancy running into you here." "It seemed like a good idea." He explained with a shrug, looking adorably embarrassed. And that innocent look was all the convincing Heather needed. "I have an even better idea." She said as she stepped closer to him. Pete's hand curved around her hip. "And that is?" His touch set her on fire. Reaching up Heather slid her hand into his hair and urged his lips down to meet hers. Eagerly her mouth slashed against his, tongues touching, thrusting, lavishing. This was exactly what she had wanted to do since she first laid eyes on his forlorn face at the bar tonight. Pete's hands slipped beneath the bottom hem of her top, the heat of his skin against hers just adding to the desire flaring up between them. "Oh, this is a great idea." He agreed, pulling her hard against his throbbing cock and plundering deeper still. "I've got a million of them." Heather assured him, hiking up her leg and wrapping it around his in order to get him even closer to her heat. Pete slid one hand over her as and under the hem of her skirt. "Oh fucking damn Heather." He moaned, easily sliding a finger into her wetness. "Have you been this way all night?" "Which way?" She nibbled at his earlobe and tightened her pussy around his marauding fingers. "Horny? Oh yeah." Heather rocked up against him, pulling him in even deeper. "Wet? Only since I saw you." She felt him caressing her slick folds and struggled to focus on what she was saying. "Or did you mean panty-less? Those babies came off when I decided without a doubt that I was going to fuck you tonight." Pete's thumb flicked over her clit and she came in a rush all over his hand. Pete rained tender kisses on her forehead, not letting up until she was done shuddering in his arms. "I really like a woman who knows what she wants." He murmured appreciatively, tracing lazy circles around her clit. Alarms went off in the back of her head when she heard voices coming down the darkened hallway. "Oh shit," she muttered, tugging Pete into the women's restroom with her and closing the door just moments before the voices passed. Heather locked the door behind them and flicked her hand over the light switch, bathing them in a soft, fluorescent glow. "Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind." She said, leaning against the door. Pete rested a hand on either side of her. "And just what were you thinking?" He asked, his dark eyes glittering hungrily. Heather's breath caught in her throat. "Well, that was a little one-sided." She explained. "I was thinking more of both of us fucking." Her hands made there way to his jeans and fumbled with the fastenings, eager to release that great big hard-on he'd been tempting her with all evening. "You know the 'your-cock-deep-inside-of-me' kind of fucking." His hands slid over her breasts, tugging down on the neckline to expose her black lace bra. "There should be a law against these." He muttered, sliding back the fabric and exposing her nipple to his waiting mouth. In the mean time Heather had managed to free his straining staff from the tight confines of his jeans. "Oh. My. God." She punctuated each word by sliding her hand along his stiff length. "I want you. Now. Right now this very minute." "Here?" He asked in surprise. "Oh yeah." She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him again hungrily. "Absolutely. Fuck me right here against the wall." Pete groaned into her mouth and slid her up until she was level with his cock before sinking into her tight, wet hole. Heather wrapped her legs around him, locking her heels to pull him in even deeper. Using the wall behind her for support, Pete slowly started thrusting up into her. "Okay. I am officially upgrading this to my best birthday ever." He remarked, managing to snag her nipple between his lips again before picking up the tempo. Pete tugged her other breast free from its confinement and she gasped when his teeth grazed over her distended nipple. Holy crap did he know his way around a pair of tits. Most guys just sorta sucked and tugged a little. Pete was as thorough with them as his cock was with her pussy, which was now thrusting into her in short, measured strokes. Heather could feel that familiar tingling building again in her abdomen and wasn't sure she could wait too much longer. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her down harder and harder against his pelvis. "Are you ready to cum with me?" He asked in a strained voice, never slowing his pace. "I've been ready all night." She assured him, her hot tunnel tightening around him. "I promise, next time we'll take it nice and slow." Pete's mouth covered hers. "Maybe something with a bed even." He grew seemingly larger inside her in his final few thrusts, filling her entirely. Heather could feel his balls tightening up before he moaned into her mouth and shot his load deep inside of her. Heather constricted around him, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She forgot who she was and where she was, all she knew is that it felt incredible. "Oh man. I feel like I just ran a marathon." He panted, nuzzling her neck. "I even hear bells ringing." Heather's eyes slowly opened and she realized she was hearing it as well. "Shit. That's my cell phone." "At least they waited until we were finished." Pete gently eased her back to the ground and bent over to retrieve her discarded purse for her. Heather pulled out the phone and looked at the screen, surprised to find her college roommate's number displayed there. Lisa never called her cell. "Sorry. I had better take this." She flipped open the phone and listened to her friend's upset voice on the other end. "What? Wait…slow down Lisa. He did what? Oh hell…okay. Thanks for the warning." Disconnecting the call, Heather tapped the phone against her palm pensively. Brad had managed to find out where she was staying and was on his way up here to try to smooth things over with her. If anything this evening only served as proof that she had no desire to be in a relationship with him anymore. Now all she had to do was convince Brad that it was over. "Everything alright?" Pete asked in concern, having zipped up while she was on the phone. Heather chewed on her lower lip, wanting someone to confide her troubles in, but hesitant to involve him in ex-boyfriend stuff. "Yeah, it will be fine." She smoothed down her skirt and readjusted her top. "Unfortunately I'm going to have to take a rain check on the bed part for now to take care of this." If he was disappointed he didn't show it. "No problem." He assured her, his hand on the door. "No wait. Let me go first and make sure the coast is clear." She pulled open the door and ducked her head out. Once she insured the hallway was empty she opened it all the way and motioned for him to follow her. "By the way, thanks. That was really great in there." Pete winked. "My pleasure." Heather started to walk away before she remembered why she had come back here in the first place. "Oh," she reached her hand into her purse and pulled a small patch of fabric out and turned back to him. "Happy Birthday." She leaned up for one last, lingering kiss and pressed the panties into his hand before retreating down the hallway and out of the bar. The Housesitter Ch. 03 Heather pulled the back door closed and returned to the lounge chairs she and her mom had set up near the in-ground pool. She put down the pitcher of margaritas between them and handed her mother a full glass of the frosty concoction before settling into her seat and reaching for her own glass. "Anyway, I felt like such a bitch when I realized that I had left this guy standing in the bar and totally forgot to give him my number." "Wait a second. Let me get this straight." Mom pushed her sunglasses up into her hair. "You manage to screw an incredibly hot, unbelievably sweet guy in a bar bathroom," she paused to take a sip from her glass. "But you didn't shoot him and bag him right there?" Her mother shook her head in dismay. "Hell hun, the least you could've done is brought him home for Mommy to play with." "Mother!" Heather protested in mock-outrage. The last couple of weeks after the breakup and what not had been traumatic, but Heather had known and staying with her mom for a while would help put everything back in the proper perspective. "Besides, he was my age—entirely too young for you." She teased, sometimes forgetting that her mom was back on the market. "So?" Mom shrugged and leaned back against her seat cushion. "I have a newfound appreciation for younger men in their sexual prime." Heather studied her mother's cat-ate-the-canary-smile for a moment. "And how did you come to develop this 'newfound appreciation?'" "I have a sex life too, you know." Her mother casually turned the pages of the magazine in her lap like she hadn't just made a monumental announcement. "Ohmigod!" Heather's mouth hung open in surprise. The divorce had hit her mom hard and Heather had feared that mom would spend the rest of her days pining away over her two-timing father who had left in pursuit of shorter skirts. "Wow! That's fantastic! How was it?" Her mom leaned back against her seat with a satisfied grin. "Not to knock your father's prowess, because obviously it's still very effective with some women, but, well...let's just say that they must be teaching better techniques in school or something nowadays." Mom sighed and stretched in a very feline way. "And he was huge! I don't think I've ever had sex with anyone that well-endowed before." Heather nodded her head in understanding. Her pool-playing lover had been just as blessed in the 'cue stick.' "So, where did you meet Mr. Incredible?" Mom laughed. "Believe it or not, he's staying next door." "No kidding!" Heather craned her head to look over the privacy fence, expecting to see some long-donged hottie leering over the fence at them. "Then why haven't I seen him around since I've been here?" "Well, I have been out of town quite a bit in the last few weeks." Her mother shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe I was too much for him." Heather started to look offended that a guy might have blown her off but mom waved it off lightly. "Baby, it was only sex. I don't want to be in another relationship any more than you do right now." That was certainly the truth. Although she would have loved to be able to collect on that rain check with her own Mr. Incredible. "Would you do him again then? You know if he were to show up all hot and ready for you?" "You mean after I sent you off to the mall for the day?" Her mother winked. "Oh hell yea!" "I know what you mean." Heather sighed dramatically before they both fell over in a fit of girlish giggles. "Hey Gina, are you home?" A male voice interrupted their chick-fest and Mom turned to see who was coming in through the back gate. "Hey Pete!" Mom greeted and motioned the man to join them. "Come on back and join us." Pete? Heather's head whipped around to sneak a quick look over her shoulder. "Mom is that your guy next door?" She whispered urgently. Oh no. This couldn't possibly be happening. "Pete is taking care of his grandparents' house for the summer." Mom's sexy smile confirmed her worse fears. "Pete come and meet my daughter Heather." As Pete rounded the patio his gaze finally fell on Heather and he stopped dead, turning white beneath his tan. "Oh shit." "What?" Mom looked at him in surprise. "You didn't think I was old enough to have a fully grown daughter? That's sweet." She pursed her lips and blew a playful kiss his way. "Let's just say I started very young." She looked over to Heather for support and found her daughter slack-jawed as well. "Did I miss something here?" Pete continued to stand there silently, his eyes nervously going back and forth between the two women. Heather swallowed hard. "So, uhm, did you enjoy the rest of your birthday?" She asked Pete, feeling terrible that she was about to destroy her mother's recently reconstructed self-confidence. "Uhm, yeah." Pete nodded. "Thanks." A guilty flush crept up his neck. It was Gina's turn to do the wide-eyed tennis-match head-bounce between Pete and Heather. "Oh my." She covered her mouth with her hand as it all started to make sense to her. "Pete was your bathroom guy too?" Heather knew she was sporting a match blush as her mother watched her carefully for confirmation. All she could do was nod before dropping her gaze to her seat cushion. There was the most interesting string sticking out of it. Should she pull it out or run into the house under the pretense of getting scissors and quickly pack her bags and get the hell out of Dodge? But then the strangest thing happened. Mom started to chuckle. Concerned that maybe her mother had come unhinged Heather's eyes shot back up to her face. "Oh this is too rich." Gina gasped, now up to a full-fledged guffaw. Pete and Heather exchanged uncertain glances. "Gina, I'm sorry—" He sputtered uncertainly. "What ever for?" Mom looked genuinely amazed. "There was no way you could have known." She reached over and squeezed Heather's hand briefly. "And I can think of no greater compliment than being as desirable as my little girl." "Oh you are." He assured her before looking over at Heather cautiously. "And you're just as hot as your mom and..." Pete trailed off cautiously. "And I think I'd better just shut up now before I make it worse." He looked like he was judging the distance to the gate and estimating whether or he could escape before they turned on him. Heather laughed. Mom was right. "Pete, you've just lived every man's fantasy and you didn't even know it." "I did?" He asked carefully. "You got to have sex with both mother and daughter." Gina explained, moving her legs and patting the foot of the lounge chair so that Pete could join them. "Come sit down hunney. Have a drink. You look like you could use one." Gina filled up her glass with Margarita mix and held it out to Pete. "I think maybe you're right." He agreed, bypassing the glass for the pitcher and taking a healthy drink from the rim. Gina laughed. "I usually am." She patted his thigh reassuringly, her hand resting warmly near his stirring rod. Pete's eyes went from one skimpy bikini top to the other before taking another large drink. "But you two are a little off on the fantasy part." Oh yeah. He should have known. Tits that great just had to be related. Smiling mischievously, Heather moved down her chair so that she was now seated directly across from him. "How so?" "Usually the fantasy involves the very sexy mother and the equally sexy daughter at the same time." Pete winked at them, emboldened by the booze. Or made stupider. He wasn't quite sure which. Heather lapped her tongue over the salty rim of her glass. "I thought guys only had that fantasy about twins." "That too." Pete nodded, watching the sweat from Heather's drink drip into the valley between her luscious tits and wishing very much that he could chase it with his tongue. "Mostly we just fantasize about sex though." "Well, the advantage to having sex with both of us at the same time is that nobody would have to feel left out." Gina offered up. Her crafty little fingers had worked their way up into his shorts and were now caressing his staff. "And I see no reason to waste a monster cock like this." Heather slid in closer to him as well. "I was so pissed that I didn't get your number that night in the bar." Her hand caressed over his shorts to gauge his level of stiffness. "I spent half that night thinking how great it would be to suck you off but we got so busy doing other stuff that we never got the chance." Heather tugged on the waistband and peeked inside, licking her lips when she got a good look at his package. "But I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to give you that blow job this time around." In her eagerness to let the beast loose, Heather accidentally snagged the elastic on his raging hard-on. "Owwww!" Pete yelped, jerking up to protect himself from further injury. "Here. Let me help you out of those." Heather put her drink aside and used both hands to slide his shorts off. She knelt down in front of him and her greedy little mouth quickly gobbled down his cock head, her tongue wickedly working over the tip. Gina moved in closer, rubbing against Pete's forearm. "I wanna play too." She pouted playfully, her tongue lashing over his nipple. Pete turned toward the older beauty and knew exactly how to bring her into the fold. "Not a problem." He slid his hand behind her neck and unhooked her bikini top, freeing her breasts for his ultimate pleasure. He scooped up one beautiful globe with his hand and silently drew her closer, eager to taste her sweet flesh again. Pete sucked at Gina's dusky areolas while Heather went down on him in deep swift strokes. He used his free hand to guide her head while he worked Gina's nipples to stiff swollen nubs. He knew with Heather consuming his shaft like an all day sucker and his own face buried in her mother's tits he wasn't going to last long. Pete moaned, fucking up into Heather's mouth harder and harder as he neared the brink. He settled for rolling Gina's nipple in his hand, afraid he might bite down too hard when he did cum. "That's it. Cum in my baby's mouth." Gina whispered urgently, her body pressing into his back. Pete grabbed Heather's head with both hands and forced her as far down on his length as she could go. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" he exclaimed as he unleashed stream after massive stream of his hot goo deep into her throat. Heather sucked and sucked the cum from his member, swallowing until not a single drop remained. "Oh fuck you tasted good." Heather praised, licking a stray strand of cum from the corner of her mouth. She reached up for a quick, tongue-filled kiss. "And you were right Mom." She winked conspiratorially at her mother who knelt behind Pete. "He was huge." "You told her about us?" He asked in surprise. Gina nibbled at Pete's ear, her hands wrapping around him and reaching for his still semi-hard rod. "And the beauty thing about Pete is that he will be again." She ignored his query entirely as she expertly slid her hand along his sensitive length. "Won't you?" Gina turned his face toward hers and gave him a sizzling tongue-filled kiss of her own. "Especially since you have two very hot, very horny women at your disposal that have yet to cum." "Well, that's not entirely true." Heather admitted, standing up in front of him. "Ohmigod how was I not supposed to cum during all of that?" 'My sentiments exactly,' thought Pete wryly, thrusting his cock into Gina's hand and at the same time searching out Heather's wet snatch beneath her bikini bottoms. He easily slid two fingers into her hot, slick tunnel and she ground against them eagerly. "This is either the greatest dream I've ever had or I'm dead and this is what heaven is like." Heather winked at him. "Heaven doesn't swallow." She reached behind her and removed her own bikini top as well. "And dreams don't have tits you can suck." "And fuck." Gina added from behind him, rubbing her nipples against him again and eliciting a reaction from his unusually-quick-to-recuperate cock. "Bed." Pete moaned, standing up and aligning his cock with Heather's slick snatch. "This would be so much easier with a bed." Gina was right behind him, sending out very clear vibes as well. "I conveniently have a big old bed just waiting to be fucked in." She paused for a moment to exchange looks with her daughter. "You okay with this?" Heather nodded quickly. "This is way better than a puppy." She joked. They all chuckled and made their way for the house in a tangle of hands and mouths. Once they were all in Gina's room Pete stood in front of them, arms out and cock waving proudly. "Okay ladies, how do you want me?" Gina and Heather each put a hand to his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. The women shed what little they were still wearing before climbing onto the bed with him. Gina went straight to the pole while Heather positioned her wet box over his face. In some sort of unspoken tandem they descended on him, Heather smothering his face with her pussy and Gina plunging his cock into her hot, tight box in one swift motion. 'Life didn't get any better than it was at this precise moment' he realized as he went to work on Heather with his tongue and Gina with his cock. 'Holy Fuck,' thought Pete, remembering how wet and tight Gina had been before. Even though he had just shot a huge load of cum a little while ago, he was harder now than he had ever been in his life. Of course what man wouldn't be when the two hottest women he knew were bouncing up and down his cock and smothering his mouth with pussy?! Eagerly Pete's tongue licked at Heather's sweet spot, easily bringing her to one drenching orgasm after another. Damn, she tasted as good as her mother...maybe even better. His hands reached out to fondle Heather's young, pert tits that were so like Gina's, plucking her pink pebbles to stiff peaks. Meanwhile in Happyland Gina was cumming continuously, flooding his cock, balls, crack and the sheets with her pussy juice. Pete was thrusting upward every time she started to come down and the feel of her tight pussy was almost more than he could bear. The velvety friction of his shaft deep inside of Gina, not to mention Heather's steaming cunny grinding into his mouth, was definitely getting to him. With massive pressure building up in his balls again, he started to fuck Gina as hard as he could, his hands pulling Heather closer as she rode his tongue wildly. Gina must have felt his cock head swell up and pulsate because she reached back and squeezed his balls as he thrust up into her even harder and faster. He grabbed Heather by the hips, thrust his tongue in and out of her dripping twat as deeply as he could before moaning loudly and letting loose with another earth shattering release of his white creamy lotion. Gina rode him deeply all the way, tightening her cunt muscles around his slowly deflating pipe, trying hard to squeeze every drop of his precious cum out of him. When Gina did finally ease off of him she took his member into her mouth and carefully licked any of their residual juices off of him. Heather, exhausted from the incessant orgasms, finally slid off and lay next to Pete on one side. Gina settled in on his other side only after she was satisfied that there was nothing left to extract from his exhausted cock. Pete looked back and forth between the two beauties, exhausted but hoping like hell that this was far from the end of his time with them. He curved a hand over each of their shoulders, pulling them into his embrace. "There aren't any more of your family that I should know about, is there?" Heather curled into his side. "Never have I been happier to be an only child." "There is no way in hell that we'd share you with anyone else anyway." Gina assured him laughingly. "And just as soon as we all get a nice, long nap I'll show you both just how happy I am to hear that." Pete assured them, settling a hand on each woman's hip. Oh yeah, this was definitely heaven. And he never wanted to wake up.