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Getting Back in the Game Ch. 02

By: silverisgold



The kids all laughed as Jim Carrey did something stupid. I'd had enough for the moment, got up from the couch and crossed to the fridge to get some iced tea. Truth be told, I was feeling a bit uncomfortable on the couch anyway, as it was getting later and the party seemed to be getting progressively younger as the night wore on. 

In a weird little twist of serendipity—or perhaps torture, I wasn't sure which—my daughter's boyfriend Ryan and I had the same birthday. His parents were that cliched divorced couple that couldn't pick out a birthday card without lawyers present, so I had offered to let him have his party at my townhouse, which had turned into a combined party, which, while a neat idea on paper, had stretched the limits of my sanity and tolerance a little bit. While the beginning of the party had been fine in early afternoon when the "grown-ups" were there, the last of my friends had bailed at least two hours prior, so my home was now populated by at least a dozen kids in the 20-23 range, and though they were generally respectful, polite, and not heavy-drinking partiers, I did feel very out of place. 

At least, I knew Emily was coming by later, which did make me smile. I had been sleeping with her—fucking like possessed rabbits was probably the most accurate way to put it, really—for the past six or seven weeks, and I was loving it. She was possessed of the spirit, sex drive, and enthusiasm of three divorced cougars, it seemed. The fact that she was a beautiful 22-year-old college girl and tremendously flattering for this 40-something to have in his bed sure didn't hurt, either. And with my daughter approving of me poking one of her best friends, I felt like I had won the jackpot. She had to work a late shift at the restaurant, but had promised to sneak in and wake me up with head around 1am. I checked my watch; it was just after 9. I wanted the clock to move forward. I noticed my dick twitching a bit in my pants at the thought of her, and was very grateful that I had chosen to wear jeans that day.

As I turned around from retrieving a cup from the counter, I almost plowed right into Cecelia—easy to do as she only stood 4'11," a bit over a full foot shorter than me.

"I'm so sorry," I blurted out, as she semi-shrieked in surprise.

"No, that's my fault Martin, I should have warned you I was behind you."

She looked up at me and smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back. Cecelia was a girl you automatically used words like cute, adorable, and captivating to describe. Today, she was dressed for the pool session the kids had earlier, her black hair still in a ponytail, a red tank top plunging a bit to show a generous bit of cleavage, and shorts that, despite being intended to be loose running shorts, hugged her generous and lovely, curvy hips. In fact, curvy was what Cecelia was, despite the short stature, and it certainly explained to me why Erin had confided in me at one point that her very traditionally Catholic Hispanic grandmother had been trying to marry Cecelia off since she was 16. Luckily both she and her parents wanted none of that nonsense, and had told her to finish school and get a career and marry when she wanted to, but even so, I couldn't help think occasionally when I looked at her that she was, as the old lame joke goes, built for comfort and not for speed. And I think every man with a pulse had once or twice wondered how comfortable she was, as I was trying not to now. Still, it was difficult not to stare at those incredibly perky tits—they had to be at least double-D's, and she was doing nothing to hide them.

"Happy birthday again, by the way," she said, very gently placing a hand on my chest. It wasn't intended to be sexual, but her touch was heavenly, and I was in no hurry for her to move it.

"Thank you. And thanks for coming to wish Ryan one, too," I responded.

"Oh, yeah. It was really a great idea to have the combined party. It's been a blast." I noticed just a very slight slur to her words. The kids had partaken of a little bit of booze, though nobody had gotten completely hammered. Still, I was a bit concerned. The occasional perverted thoughts aside, I automatically was a bit paternal with all of Erin's friends.

"Should you be driving?" I asked.

"It's okay, I'm not going to," she answered, then, she reached down and ever-so-gently grasped my hand. "I already asked Erin, but I hope you don't mind if I crash here tonight? I had about four or five drinks, and I'm a bit of a lightweight." She smiled up at me, her big brown eyes and caramel color skin perfectly contrasting her bright, white smile.

"Sure, I don't care, we have plenty of room," I nearly stammered. Truth was, I had just secretly hoped that she might drink a bit more, and accidentally end up in my bed, and my cock started stirring more, straining a bit against my jeans as he attempted to stand up, when Erin came up and broke the moment. I mentally both cursed and thanked her.

"Hey, dad, a lot of people are going to be leaving soon. Ryan's going to hang out for a bit. We may chill here or go over to his dad's later, I don't know. Cecelia is probably going to crash in my room to sleep it off, if you don't mind?"

"Not at all honey. I don't want anyone going to jail tonight."

"Ok, thanks!" and she sauntered off. Cecelia gave me another smile that melted me a bit, then turned and walked back to the couch. I tried not stare as her full, round ass sashayed across the living room, but I failed rather miserably. I thought of the still-unopened box of condoms I had purchased at Erin's advice, and secretly wished to crack it open with her, then turned around and cleared my head.

Several kids called out their thanks as I walked back into the living room. Now, it was down to Cecelia, Erin, Ryan, their friend Megan, and the last other couple, Richard and Courtney. "You want to finish the movie with us, Martin?" Courtney offered.

"No thanks," I replied, "I've seen it before, and anyway, I'm going to take the dog out and maybe try to get some rest." Erin smiled, and I tried not to as well, since I knew that she knew my only motivation for going to bed early was getting ready for Emily dropping by later that night—she wore me out every single time.

"Oh, ok," Courtney smiled, a grin that seemed almost substantial. I had a moment of panic—did she know about me and Emily? I really didn't want it all getting around, but on the other hand, I wasn't about to give up sex that good.

I leashed up the dog and took him across the street to the park, letting him do his business. After about 15 minutes of walking around, letting him sniff and piss on half the bushes, we made it back home. As I was about to enter, Courtney and Richard were walking out the door. "Are you leaving?" I inquired.

"Yeah," Courtney offered, giving me a quick hug, "Erin is saying she wants to go over to Ryan's dad's so they can 'chill,' and I don't want to be a cockblocker," she offered in a lower voice. Ryan lived in his dad's guest casita, which had some privacy as it was separate from the rest of the house, so they would often go over there to be intimate. "Megan already took off, she said thank you and left the rest of the cookies for you."

I smiled back at her, "Have a good night, kids," and shook Richard's hand. They got in their car and drove off, and I waved as I went back into the house.

Erin was slinging a backpack over her shoulder as I entered. "Hi Dad. We're going to go over to Ryan's dad's house. I'll probably spend the night." She kissed me on the cheek.

"How's Cecelia?" I asked.

"She's curled up in my bed. She should be fine, but check on her later if you think about it. Oh, and have fun with your date later tonight," she said through a grin.

"You too," I smiled back, kissing her on the cheek.

I started putzing around the kitchen, picking up a bit, loading dishes in the dishwasher, and had gotten lost in the task for several minutes when I heard a voice behind me. "Hey Martin," Cecelia cooed.

I turned around and looked at her, and nearly groaned. She had switched the tank top out for a baseball-style shirt that showed no cleavage this time, but it wasn't much of an improvement. She had ditched her bra, so her nipples were showing through quite noticeably, and I was impressed to notice that her breasts, despite their size, seemed to have no sag. Youth did have its advantages, it seemed, although their size also ensured that the shirt showed off plenty of her lovely tummy, and I found myself trying not to stare. She had let her hair out of the ponytail, and it made its way down her shoulders, thick and black, to near the middle of her back. She had on plain ivory cotton panties, which has actually always done more for me than the thong or lacy numbers, and flip-flops. My mind went blank as I tried desperately not to stop drooling. "I'm going to go outside and look at the stars for a bit, want to join me?" 

There was supposed to be a meteor shower that night, and since summer was here, it was plenty warm. Still, I couldn't help but be a bit paternal, and spit out "Don't you want to put something else on?" 

"No, it's okay, it's just your backyard, and anyway, I'm hot right now. Liquor always does that to me," she said with a very sly smile. 

We went outside, and I plunked down in the love seat on my patio set. I had expected Cecelia to take one of the chairs, but instead she just nudged me and said "Scoot over," quickly moving in beside me. My heart started beating a bit faster, as I began to wonder if she was one of the "volunteers" Erin had referred to. Had I ever noticed her being flirty or anything similar? I didn't want to presume and make a move that wasn't welcome, but Cecelia had been a bit familiar all night, and I was getting a bit worked up by it all.

She leaned in a bit, but not overly close. "Where's the big dipper?" she inquired.

"Right there," I pointed.

"Do you know anything about the meteor shower tonight? I don't think I've ever seen one before." 

"I just told you all I know about Astronomy," I responded, and she laughed.

"You're funny Martin. A lot of the other girls' dads are stuffy and act like they're old, but you don't," she offered, as she hooked her arm through mine.

"Um, thanks," I stammered, and I felt my body tense a bit. I could smell her perfume and her skin, a little mixture of sweet and a slight note of spice, and I was trying hard not to get an erection.

"You seem tense. When was the last massage you got?" She worked at a massage parlor and was always asking people this question.

"I go to the chiropractor at least twice a month," I said, trying to sidestep the question. I knew if she started touching me, I'd be tenting my pants in no time.

"Come here," she said as she pushed my shoulders over, and started working her fingers into my neck and upper back. I began to protest, but she quickly cut me off.

"You need this, you're all tight." I decided to just relax and enjoy the sensation. She began kneading down my shoulders, then my arms, then slowly but surely down to my wrist and hand.

"That feels nice," I offered, closing my eyes in relaxation. She pressed her breasts into my back as she began craning to extend her short arms all the way, and I silently thought that I appreciated those firm tits in my back even more. Next, she worked down the other arm, then on to my right hand.

"The hand has some great pressure points," she said. "In fact, there are pressure points all over the body," and with that she reached out and lightly circled my nipple. I felt my cock twitch solidly, and I released a little groan as she continued and moved to kiss my neck. She lithely moved to straddle me face to face, kissing me deeply, her tongue darting in. I loved the taste of her, and crushed her into me, her breasts covering my chest. My dick began to struggle against my jeans, and she evidently felt it, as she quickly ground herself on it. I felt her undo my fly and dig in my boxers, releasing my cock from its prison, as she began pumping me to full hardness. "You're really, really tense, Martin," she offered. "I wonder if I can work that out of you?"

She dropped to her knees quickly, putting my dick in her mouth as she sucked down, humming "Mmmm-hmmm" around my engorged prick. I leaned back and exhaled quickly, truly surprised at how good the head was from this girl—I seemed to be hitting the jackpot lately. She steadily worked me in and out of her mouth, not taking me fully, but with great enthusiasm, and I was definitely enjoying it. Finally, after about a minute, she looked up at me, and said "Listen, I hate to be a mood killer, but I'm not on the pill, so do you have any..." 

"Yes!" I interjected. "In my bedroom. Let's go in there, it'll be more comfortable anyway."

She stood up, stripped off her shirt, and let her amazing breasts swing free. She threw the shirt at me, and as I caught it, ran off, saying "Last one in the bedroom has to give the other head."

I ran after her, up the stairs, and while I might have been able to catch her, I really didn't want to—I wanted to eat her out something awful. We got to the bedroom, and I advanced on her, shucking my shirt and pants off as I went to get on my knees, but before I could, she bent down and took me in her mouth again. "I couldn't resist another taste," she explained, as she began licking up and down each side of my cock with long strokes. She had a wide, nimble tongue, I noticed, and it lent to a cute trick of hugging the sides and underside of my shaft as she worked it. She'd take several strokes up and down, and then quickly pump me with her hand several times, while engulfing as much of me as she could. While she obviously couldn't deep throat my length, it was still amazing, and I was in absolute heaven as she looked up at me with those gigantic brown eyes and pulled me out, whispering "I need my pussy licked."

I quickly helped her up, then picked her up and deposited her on the bed. She was light and I started to wonder what was possible with that. She quickly put her legs up, and I guided her panties over her knees and down to her ankles. I parted her legs, and as I positioned my head at her Y, I noticed that she was shaved completely bald. I looked up, and she evidently read my mind. "I don't like hair. Mine is coarse, so I just shave it off, it's easier than trimming." I shrugged, smiled, and began to kiss up her legs, moving to around her clit. She had a musky and almost spicy taste as I spread her lips open, delicious and enticing in a way I wasn't used to. I started in with a circular motion around, licking her flaps and slowly teasing her. I felt her breath quickening, and started to move inward, teasing her clit ever so slightly with the tip of my tongue. I felt her start to lube more freely, which in turn made me dive in with more enthusiasm. I started pushing my tongue against her full-bore, hitting her button with long, deliberate licks as I snuck a finger into her.

"Give me two fingers," she whispered, and I complied, as she started rocking her hips back and forth in an almost rhythmic sway. I could quickly see that this girl was more sensual than anything. I began licking and fingering with her rhythm, and dove in even harder, glancing up at her as she reached down to run her fingers through my hair. "Oh god, keep doing that," she cooed, and I kept on, going just a bit harder as she began to push her hips onto my fingers even harder. I quickly sucked her clit into my mouth and began aggressively flicking my tongue as she began to push back harder. She bucked as I latched on, and I felt her pussy clamp around my fingers as she came. 

I looked up, and her caramel skin was red all over her face, neck, and breasts. I smiled with satisfaction, and was about to go back down when she reached up and grabbed my face, pulling me to her. She kissed me deeply, running her fingers through my hair. I was so hard I could cut glass, there was just something indescribably magical and arousing about her touch. I craned down, and sucked one nipple into my mouth, then another as she arched her back, pushing into me. "Oh that's good," she purred, "I' need you to do that while you're inside me," she groaned. She brought her head back upright, and leveled her gaze at me. "Get that beautiful cock inside me. Now."

How was I going to argue with that? I nodded, reached into the nightstand, tore open a condom, and rolled it down to my base. I pushed slowly at the entrance to her slit, backing off and then working in, back and in, inch by inch. Finally, I pushed in to the hilt, and she gasped as her eyes widened. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Great. You're just...long. And filling. My god..." I grinned, it may be silly, but I still got almost teenage glee when a girl complimented my cock.

"Well, you are kind of a small girl." I shot back.

"True," she said, grasping on to my neck. "Go gentle at first, I promise I'll make it worth your while."

I did as she asked, slowly pumping in and out of her with long, gentle strokes. I noticed that instead of rocking back and forth in a straightforward motion like most girls, she was moving her body and pelvis in almost a wave. Her pussy gripped at my cock, and as she picked up some speed I remembered her earlier request and craned my head down to suck on her nipple. She pushed my head into her breast, smashing it into my face. 

"That's it, keep that up. I have way sensitive tits." I was in heaven, and my cock twitched in appreciation. "Oh, you like that, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah, definitely," I said.

"Well keep it up, and you'll give me a big rolling O." I needed no further encouragement, as I darted to the other one and started licking and sucking harder. She quickly grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me in a bit harder as she increased her own speed. I started pushing my shaft in as deep as I could go, and as I actually lightly bit her right nipple, she began to cry out. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH GODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!" I felt her pussy clamp on me, but I kept pushing right through it, and I quickly switched to the left nipple, sucking it hard into my mouth. She grabbed my back, pulling into me harder, and yelled out, "Oh fuck, baby, you...OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!" I felt her clamp again, then calm down. Out of excitement, I began to really thrust hard, and Cecelia clamped down on my cock a third time, yelling out a mighty "Fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!" before putting her hands up on my chest to stop me.

I pulled my weight up. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing major," she replied. "That was amazing. I'm just a bit too small to take the pounding you were beginning to give me."

"I'm sorry..." I began, but she cut me off.

"No, it's ok," she said. "You're a bigger guy. In a lot of senses," she grinned eagerly, glancing down toward my crotch. "Why don't you let me drive for a bit?" 

I got off her, and sat down on the bed. She crawled up on me, lowering herself onto me, then leaning forward. "That's good," she purred, as she began to start a rhythm. "I like this." I put one hand on her ass, and another on her left breast, as I sucked the right into my mouth. She gasped, and I grasped on to her hips and ass, moving her a bit as we got into a nice pace. 

Suddenly, she reared straight up, and pinned my wrists down for a second gently, then moved up my arms a bit and began to finger her clit. She bucked a bit harder, fingering and then almost slapping her clit as she came hard again, and I felt her pussy juice begin to run down my balls. She slowed to a near stop, and leveled her melting gaze at me again.

"Do you have any lube?" she asked.

"Yes, in the nightstand," I replied. I'd tried to prepare well for this possibility of new and unannounced pussy, and she smiled as she looked through the three different types I'd bought before selecting a standard water-based lube.


Getting Back in the Game Ch. 02



"So there is one place I can take it really hard," she said with an evil grin, "and I'm in the mood to have you give it to me." My cock twitched hard, and she smiled as she leaned forward to apply some lube. "Looks like somebody approves."

The truth was, I had never been much for anal, but something about the way she said it was just so enticing—this girl was just plain fucking sexy. Cecelia climbed up on the bed and began to wiggle that big, round, perfect ass at me. I got up and positioned myself behind her, as she grinned maniacally over her shoulder. I stuck the head of my cock in, then slowly pushed into her outer ring as she groaned a deep "Unnnngggggggg," before the resistance broke, and I slid in to about half of my length. I pulled out to just my head in again, lubed up a bit more, and repeated the same stroke, just a fraction of an inch deeper. In and out, marveling at how tight she was. "Give it all to me," she grunted, and I pushed in slowly to the hilt, my balls making contact with her still-dripping pussy. 

I pulled back again, pushing hard to the hilt, and she gurgled "Harder!" I picked up my pace, and began giving her some serious impact at the end of each stroke, reaching around to play with her clit. She quickly pushed her hand down hard on mine, and I responded by lightly spanking her clit, then snaking my thumb into her pussy to push down on her G-spot. "Oh my fucking GODDDDDDDDDDDDD DAMMMMNNNNNN!" she yelled as her pussy and asshole contracted hard, grabbing me oh so nicely. She paused for a second, steadying herself. "Damn, you just made me lightheaded!" 

"Good, that's what I was trying for," I responded.

"Then fuck me harder!" she yelled. "Fuck my ass as hard as you can, I can take it!"

I pulled back and slammed into her with total abandon. "FUCK!" she yelled. "Yes!!! Fucking do that again!"

I repeated it, pulling back and pounding her for all I was worth. I reached to play with her titties again, but had to stop to keep my balance. I started grabbing on to her hips, plunging in as far as I could, spreading her ass wide so I could get in nice and deep, and she was clearly loving it. My balls were rhythmically slapping against her pussy, which felt absolutely fantastic, and I was loving the feeling of her wetness against my sack.

She kept on screaming, loving it, and as I kept going, even though my abs began to ache, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I was building, feeling that familiar tug behind my balls. I started breathing with some labor, trying to hold out as long as possible.

"You need to cum baby?" All I could manage in reply was a grunt as I continued to pound with abandon. 

"I want you to cum for me baby. I wanna feel you blow hard. Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck my ass and fill it up with cum!" 

That was all it took, as I let loose what felt like a gallon of my jizz. As I plunged to my balls and held her there, it tripped another big O in her, and I felt her sphincter tighten around me as I emptied my balls deep in her. 

I shuddered, slumping over a bit as I slowly came back to life. "God. Damn!" she proclaimed.

"Yeah, that was my thought, too," I chuckled.

"Wow. Just wow. I mean, I knew you'd be good, but I had no idea it'd be that good."

"I'm flattered." I responded.

"We need to do that again," she purred, straightening up a bit and grabbing my hand, placing it around her waist.

"Agreed," I replied, "I'm just going to need a few minutes to recover."

"You don't seem like you need a few," she retorted, grinding her ass back into me.

I moaned a bit as I looked down, and was surprised to see that my dick wasn't really flagging much at all, no more than a tiny bit. What's more, I was still quite buried in Cecelia's asshole. What was happening to me? Was fucking young girls giving me some residual youth?

I started to pull out, but she grabbed my wrist and my thigh. "No, stay here for a bit." 

I did as I was requested, and found myself wondering if I should go again right now, when I heard a noise on the stairs. A sinking feeling hit me. Emily. I had gotten so caught up in the moment and my lust for Cecelia that I totally forgot she was coming over tonight. 



Getting Back in the Game Ch. 03



Moment of truth, as they say. I was on my bed, on my knees, and my still rather hard cock was buried to the very hilt in Cecelia's lovely, curvy, and damn near perfect caramel-colored ass. Only one problem—Emily, my regular booty call for the past few weeks, was walking up my stairs, and about to enter the bedroom. I had gotten so turned on over the possibility of bedding this new, latest conquest, I'd never really stopped to ponder how it might affect or what kind of reaction it might trigger in Emily. Or, to paraphrase a song my father loved, I was easily led because I let my little head do the thinking.

Granted, Emily and I had talked about at some length about freedom and openness, the right to sleep with someone else if we so chose, and had assured each other that we wanted the other to feel free to play if the opportunity came along, but there's a big difference between philosophy and application. This was a bit different—my cock was planted deep in another girl's asshole! I quickly considered some rather stupid alternatives like running or lying, but instead swallowed hard decided that this would be the ultimate test of that notion.

The door opened, and she stepped through. My cocked jumped slightly when I realized she was wearing a very skimpy top and a shorter skirt with white stockings that showed off her wonderful, shapely legs. She had dressed up for me. I felt a small twinge of guilt.

"Hey. You started without me!" she shot to Cecelia. My jaw dropped with realization. These clever ladies never ceased to surprise me.

"I couldn't help myself. All the stories you told me got me worked up, then I had a few drinks tonight, and I was practically dripping through my shorts," Cecelia said back. "You're right, he does have an absolutely wonderful cock."

I shook my head with a chuckle. Nothing these girls did really surprised me anymore. Emily came over to the bed, kissed Cecelia deeply, and then practically attacked my face. She let her hand trail on my chest, and slapped Cecelia's ass with the other one.

"Yes, yes he does. But I get this next round since you already started," Emily replied. She slapped her ass again, harder this time. "Bad Cece!"

"That's fine," Cecelia answered, "I need a rest anyway. Besides, I can already tell he really likes your outfit," she said with a slight chuckle and another grind backwards into my still-steely cock.

Cecelia gently dislodged my prick from her ass, as I grabbed the base of the condom. "I'll take care of that," Emily said with a bit of force, and she quickly unrolled the condom down my shaft. She grabbed the tip, slowly squeezing the cum out, then opened wide and tilted it back above her tongue as she squeezed it out into her waiting mouth. Yet again, I found myself in awe of how cum-crazed this girl was. She swirled it for a second, then calmly swallowed it. "No need for it to go to waste," she said with the evil grin that I was truly beginning to love. 

"How's his taste?" Cecelia inquired as she padded off to the bathroom.

"It's actually quite clean and refreshing. But he eats well, so I think that helps," Emily replied. I must have had a confused look on my face, because she quickly turned to me and added, "Her ex apparently tasted funky, so Cece doesn't often swallow. I keep telling her that's the best part." 

At that I twitched again, and she bent down and started to lick me and gently draw me into her mouth. She steadily worked up and down, with that crazy fervor she had, doing her slow and sexy figure-eight, then without warning she plunged me fully into her mouth, staring up at me with those big, gorgeous blue-green eyes of hers. I was in heaven yet again.

Cecelia had come back over by that point, and was standing a few feet away, admiring Emily's handiwork. Emily gestured her over, but she shook her head. "Em, we talked about this, remember?"

Emily pulled off my shaft and smiled slyly, "Oh, that's right..." a knowing note ringing through her voice.

"What?" I almost demanded. They just looked at each other and giggled.

"You'll see soon enough," Cecelia said with a crazy grin.

"We have a plan for tonight," Emily added.

"Should I be scared?" I said, half-joking.

"Probably," Emily retorted, sporting an evil grin. Then she quickly deep-throated me again, making a terrific slurping sound as she bobbed up and down on my tool. I felt myself growing and steeling under her incredible, magical mouth. She popped her mouth off my cock, grinned again, and said "Mmm, already hard and ready to please. That's what I like about this man the most." She gave me a gentle shove down on the bed, and as I scooted back to recline against the headboard and pillows, she bent down for a few more sucks, then climbed up, straddled me, and in one quick, almost violent motion, plunged down on me. I moaned at her tightness and the sudden envelopment in her pussy.

Emily quickly began pistoning up and down on my cock, letting gravity slam her down, and I grabbed her slim and shapely hips and started pulling her into me with each down stroke, pushing up with my hips. She threw her head back and grunted a loud, almost feral sound. I pushed up instinctively and reached down and casually brushed her clit, and was rewarded with the slight drooling and little clench of one of her smaller orgasms. I was learning this girl's body well, and loving the fact that I could make her cum so easily. I reached around, grabbed her ass with both hands, gave it a firm squeeze, then ran my right hand up, cupping her firm little breast, and then caressing her face as I brushed her long hair out of her eyes. She responded by grabbing my hand and placing my thumb in her mouth, leveling those gorgeous eyes at me as she sucked it in and out of her mouth erotically. 

After a few minutes of this, I wanted to set the pace, so I rolled her over, quickly entering her missionary before she had a chance to object. I spread her legs wide, as I always liked seeing her long, slender legs splayed out while my shaft drove into her. I knew she did, too, having it confirmed as she looked down and said "Fuck, that's hot. Cece, come here and take a look at his cock spreading me open."

"Damn, that is hot," I heard Cecelia say, and as I looked her way, I saw a flash and her cell phone in her hand.

"Hey!" I yelled, "What gives?!"

"Just a little something for me and maybe her. A little private memento and fuel for the alone time," she responded. "Don't worry, I'm not showing this to anybody!"

I shrugged and resumed pounding Emily. Truth was, I barely cared, as long as they didn't end up plastering the block. I pounded into her with abandon several times, and Emily started to heat up the way I loved. I pulled out, slapped her clit several times thoroughly with my member, and was rewarded with a nice spray of her cum across my crotch and stomach as she cried out with a mighty "OHH FUCCKKKKKKING GODDAMN!!" God, I loved it when I could make her squirt.

I quickly pushed back in, and started pounding her harder. I was putting forth some effort, and though I wasn't going to cum immediately, I could tell it was on the horizon somewhere, so I pulled out and started eating her pussy while vigorously fingering her. She was absolutely dripping like a faucet left on, and I was having trouble lapping it all up, so I just dove in, aggressively shaking my head as I moved the flat of my tongue against her clit in an up and down motion while slamming my fingers home hard. It only took about another minute before I was being drowned in another gushing spray of her sweet, delicious juices, and again I couldn't swallow even half of it. I got to my knees to swallow a bit and catch some breath, and then she promptly pushed on my chest, halting me as she got on all fours and wiggled her ass at me, looking over her shoulder enticingly. "Come on loverboy, I wanna feel you fill me up this way before you cum for me."

I wasted no time, quickly lining myself up and plunging home. I grabbed hold of her waist, pulling her up off the bed slightly on each stroke in as she backed her ass into me as hard as she could. She started screaming, a mighty "Oh, OH, OH, OH MY FUCKING DAMMIT!!" as I felt her pussy contract again, and I knew I wasn't far behind. I closed my eyes and began breathing hard, concentrating on trying to hold out just a bit longer, pulling as hard as I could on those hips as I really slammer my dick home. Suddenly, I felt a warm, pleasant wetness envelop my balls, and I looked down and saw Cecelia gently sucking on me. 

She looked up and smiled, gently caressing my ass and going back to her gentle licking and sucking. She moved up real quick, gave Emily's clit a few vigorous licks, and I felt Emily contract with another quick orgasm. As soon as she recovered, she cried out "Hey, you weren't supposed to do that until the third round." 

Cecelia just smiled, shrugged, and said "It looked too good, I couldn't resist."

I was boiling over, and I knew it. "Girls," I warned, "I don't have long left..."

"I know," Emily responded, "Cece, keep doing that!" She quickly resumed licking and softly sucking my balls, and I in turn upped my pace. I rounded my chest over Emily's back, and, after about 30 seconds of slamming home with all my might, I buried my shaft to the base and pumped several mighty squirts of my seed deep into Emily's snatch. Almost on cue, I felt Emily's cunt contract around me so hard that I could barely move my cock. I reveled in the sensation, and loved the fact that we often got each other to cum harder when we came together, which was getting more and more frequent.

After I caught myself, and regained some equilibrium, I laid back on the bed. "God, I love how hard you cum," Emily said, as she quickly stuck a finger up her pussy and began literally spooning my spunk out of her and into her mouth. "I wanted to suck you off, but I know how much you love cumming inside a girl, and I love the way you feel when you shoot."

"I do love a cumming in a girl," I acknowledged.

"Nice to see a guy that prefers the creampie to trying to be a porn star," Cecelia offered. "I get annoyed with guys begging to cum on my tits and face all the time."

"Yeah, but look at your tits, Cece," I said. "Of course a guy's going to want to cum on them!"

"No, I mean just blasting on them in general. I'm all good with a guy fucking my tits, especially if I'm into him," the thought of her giant, firm tits wrapped around my cock made me twitch, and as it did, I noticed Cece look down and smirk the tiniest bit at the movement. "I just don't like these guys that presume they can cum anywhere on you."

"Fair enough," I responded, somewhat embarrassed that she had picked up on my desire to fuck her tits and trying to play it off. Turning to Emily, I asked "How can you tell that I like that better? I never told you."

"It's fairly obvious," Emily responded. "You get harder when you cum in me than you do when I suck you off."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"You have a very nice cock," she replied, "And it's great fun to blow you. But when you're about to cum in me, your cock gets so hard, it's like fucking granite. And when you're slamming me hard, it's just so damn intense."

We cuddled for a few minutes, chatting idly, and then I arose to get some water and use the bathroom. I returned to the bedroom, to find both of the girls tucked under the covers. "Listen, I'm going to need a few. I'm still an old guy, after all..." 

"Martin, relax," Emily interrupted. "Come lie down with us for a bit."

I crawled into bed, and the girls immediately sandwiched me in, cuddling on either side of me. A guy could get used to this, I thought. 

Cecelia had her phone out and started showing me a few photos of me and Emily together she had grabbed during the act. I felt some small sense of pride at how hot we looked. We chatted aimlessly for a few minutes about nothing, before I dropped off into dreamland.

I woke up several hours later to an amazing feeling of warm and wetness, and opened my eyes to witness both of them sharing my cock like a popsicle, passing it back and forth.

I was amazed that I was so hard again so quickly—despite keeping myself in good shape (my doctor said I was in better shape than a lot of 20-somethings he saw, and I had run several races in recent years), I didn't expect to be able to keep up with two girls so young and vital. But as Cecelia engulfed most of my shaft while working her hand on the remainder, I felt myself steeling against her attentions. After a few seconds, she gave it over to Emily, who quickly took all of me down her throat and stared up at me with those big blue-green eyes. I was in heaven. She popped off, licked up and down the shaft, then some tender attention to my balls, took me in her mouth for several more sucks, and then passed me back to Cecelia. She quickly resumed, and they passed my pole back and forth twice more before I saw Cecelia hold up a condom and arch her eyebrows at me. I grinned what was probably a stupid grin, and she unrolled it down to my base before climbing on and guiding me into her. 

She leaned forward and drove her hips back into me, and I took the opportunity to suck on her nipple as she arched her breast into me. She groaned with appreciation. I began stabbing up into her harder and we started to get into a nice rhythm. I reached up and pulled a nipple into her mouth as she groaned. Almost on cue, I saw Emily grab the other one, and quickly suck it in as CeCe let out a little "Oh shit, you guys are going to make me cum."

"Isn't that the point?" I asked.

"Of course, but it is your birthday..." she trailed off.

"This is definitely the best present I've ever gotten!" I shot out, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, and the girls both laughed.

As we both resumed sucking on Cece's tits, I saw her begin to flush, and she started breathing harder. I caught Emily's eye as she mouthed the words "She's getting close." 

I nodded and began giving my hips a little extra "pop" on the upward thrust. She started to give me deep low moans, and as I saw her eyes roll back just a little bit, I quickly moistened my thumb and put it softly against where her clit was crashing down on my pelvis. "OHHHH FUUUUUCCCKKKKKK MEEEEEEEE!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs as she came hard.

She slowed down, and I grabbed her ass appreciatively. "That was a big one," she said through a grin. "Thank You."

"The pleasure was all mine, trust me," I responded.

"No, trust me, it wasn't," she shot back. 

Emily, apparently impatient, smacked her ass and said "Come on Cece, you're hogging his cock!" Cecelia slid off, and Emily suddenly and almost roughly yanked the condom off and started sucking and jacking me with purpose. In fact, it almost hurt, but I was enjoying it. As Cece came up beside her, Emily tackled her and came down on top of her, pinning her to the bed and kissing her roughly. She groped her a bit, then moved down into position as she began lapping at her pussy, then stuck her butt up in the air as she wiggled it at me and gave me a quick over the shoulder glance.

Needing no further encouragement, I grabbed her hips and buried my shaft in one smooth motion. "God damn fucking yeah!" Emily cried out as I began pistoning in and out, encountering no resistance as she was already dripping wet. Her encouragement made me want to go harder, and after a few thrusts I was literally picking her butt and legs up off the bed as she planted her hands and dove her face harder into Cecelia's pussy. I felt her pussy gush as she arched her back and groaned with pleasure.

One of the side effects of having blown twice (as well as getting older) was that I already knew I was going to be able to last a bit before blowing. So I started ramming her as hard as I could, knowing it would be only a short while before she came hard. Sure enough, after about a minute of hard pounding, she clamped down on my cock hard, actually making me wince as she gave a nice little spray of cum against me. 

I guess I must have whimpered a bit when she clamped so hard, because Emily stopped moving and quickly gasped out an "I'm sorry. Oh, baby, I'm sorry..."

"No, it's okay, it was just a bit hard..."

"No, I'm sorry, I just came so hard, I didn't mean to clamp that hard..." and with that, she pulled out and started sucking me gently, lovingly even.

"No, Emily, it's really ok..."

"No, it's not. Let me make it up to you. Lean back."

I leaned back against the pillows and headboard, and Emily resumed her vigorous sucking. After a minute or so, Cece yelled out, "Hey, I know where he probably really wants to cum!"

"Really?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, he's just too proper to say it," she responded. And with that, she pushed her tits around my cock and started to slowly move them up and down.

I had to admit, I had never really had the gumption to ask a girl to try this, although of course I had seen it in porn, but I had always wanted to. Her tits were firm yet had the perfect amount of softness to them, and I was in heaven. I didn't want it to stop, but right as we got into a rhythm, Emily shot out "Wait!" We both stopped reflexively. "I have an idea," she explained, and began moving us around. Cecelia lying back on the bed. Me straddling her midsection, fucking her tits. Emily quickly grabbed a bottle of edible lube, and liberally applied it to Cece's giant mounds, then pressed them together and pushed my butt to urge me on. Needing no further urging, I started fucking for all I was worth, as Emily went down and started lapping at her pussy again. I began to feel like I was lost in a haze, needing to cum but a bit away from it, but hearing Cece slowly increase in volume as her own climax approached raised my own temperature a bit, and I reached down and began playing with alternating nipples as I happily pumped away. 

"God FUCKING DAMN DAMN FUCKKKKKK!!" Cece screamed, and I realized I'd been so caught up in my pleasure I didn't realize how close she was. I must have stopped for a second, because Emily spanked me on the ass, and then Cece said "Don't stop, I wanna see you shoot off a load!" 

I quickly resumed fucking her titties, and Emily nimbly came around and started to lick the head of my cock and take it into her mouth. With the massive size of Cece's breasts, she could only get maybe 2 inches in, but she was going to town unabated regardless. It was all starting to be too much for me, and I could feel the sensation of my spunk building in my balls. Before I could say anything, I looked down, and Cecelia, already sensing what was happening, said "It's okay baby, I want you to cum all over my tits. Empty it all on me, I want to see you cum!" That was all it took, and shortly I grunted my release as I emptied a large and impressive load all over her breasts, chest, and neck. I was surprised that I had that much to give—I honestly expected to be shooting nearly dust at this point, but these girls somehow coaxed a large load out of me, I don't know how.

Emily, of course, immediately went to licking and scooping it up off of Cecelia's front. "No point letting perfectly good and yummy cum go to waste," she informed us. As she was slurping up the last of it, she looked over at Cecelia with a questioning look. Cecelia nodded, and she leaned over to kiss her deeply. 

As they separated, I saw Cece doing the same swirling motion I had become so used to with Emily. She swallowed, smiled, and said "You're right, his is nice." 

I collapsed back on the bed, wondering what I had gotten myself into. "Happy birthday Martin!" Cece shot to me in a chipper voice as she flopped down beside me.

"Yes, happy birthday lover," Emily echoed. "We thought you deserved a special treat this year. Also, I figured this was way better than a gift card."




Getting Back in the Game Ch. 03



"Yeah, I can get behind that," I joked. "Although right now I need food and rest. Maybe I'll go grab some leftovers" As I started to get up, both girls caught me.

"Of course," Emily said. "We'll trot down to the kitchen and figure something out. You stay here and recuperate. Close your eyes if you want to." 

As the girls got up, I was acutely aware of the fact that, although exhausted, I was grinning like a fool. I didn't care if this was a one-time event or a regular thing, I was thoroughly satisfied. Cece sashayed out of the room, that lovely round ass swaying beautifully, and as Emily followed her, Emily turned back and said "You're definitely going to need some sleep. We're doing breakfast in bed tomorrow." She threw me a wink and walked out, and I shook my head as I stared at her beautiful backside as she went toward the stairs.



Getting Back in the Game Ch. 04



Author's note: I wanted to do something a little bit different with this story. There's some sex in this one, but also a fair bit of story to help drive the characters along. If you're just looking for a fuck-filled romp, this might not be for you.

*****

I woke up to a very familiar, enjoyable feeling, and opened my eyes to Emily administering long, sweet licks to my member. As I blinked away the sleep and smiled, she took me deep into her mouth, gazed up at me, and smiled as she half hummed and half moaned around my cock. "Good morning Mr. Clooney," she purred, as I ignored the lame joke and let her continue on her mission. 

She plunged down and went to my base, and as she started to do her should-be-patented throat massage trick, I decided not to lean back, but instead reached out and guided her elbow up to me. She slid off my pole for a second.

"Uh-uh, I'm still sore from last night," she countered. I smiled a bit—it had been pretty damn intense, not that it wasn't always with Emily, and the third and last round I had been slamming her so hard I was almost scared I would hurt her. She had finished up by asking me to put a very thin vibrator up her ass while I was pounding her, which was a new one for even our feverish fucking, as her backdoor was normally a one-way street I didn't even attempt to tread down.

I didn't say anything, but I must have had a disappointed look on my face, because she looked at me and quickly said "All right, fine," with mocking resignation, and as she climbed on top of me and fluidly inserted me into her wonderfully tight cavern, she lowly said "Let me set the pace, lover. I really am still sore."

"We don't have to," I countered, as I tried to slow her and partially disengage, but she grabbed my hands and pinned me by my wrists as she beared her pussy down on me.

"No, I think I need a bit more from you, Mr. Clooney," she smiled. Again I ignored the dumb joke, and worked my hips up gently in rhythm with her. She smiled and purred a bit. "Mmmmm. Yes, this is exactly what I needed to set my day right."

It wasn't the crazy, frenetic fucking we usually snapped right into, but it was fun, fluid, and enjoyable. Emily leaned forward, kissed me passionately, and grabbed on to my triceps as she ground her pelvis down at an angle. I felt her lube freely, and realized that despite the lack of animalistic carnality, she was definitely enjoying this. She reached down and started flicking her tongue against my nipple, and then moved up to kiss my neck. I let my hands travel down her back and wandered to her ass, squeezing her cheeks before I slightly spread them, knowing the added tiny bit of extra penetration would send her over the edge.

Sure enough, after another minute or so, I started to notice her breathing getting even more ragged, and as I started giving her just a little more force, she impaled her self fully down on me, and I felt her usual vice grip pussy contraction (I often swore that I couldn't pull my cock out of her at this point if I wanted to and tried with all my might), and a small spray of her cum. Her eyes rolled back forward, she smiled at me, and sheepishly said "Sorry, bit dehydrated." I shook my head and smiled at her to indicate I understood and didn't care. She quickly grinned again, and said "Okay, well, let me return the favor," as she started to dismount. 

I grabbed her hips and shook my head. She looked at me questioning, and I responded "Just keep doing what you're doing." She smiled, and came down a little bit quicker, and as she got back into a rhythm, I relaxed and let the feeling wash over me. Truth was, though I would have liked to go on for longer, I knew she was probably in a hurry to get out the door and get ready for work, and I wasn't feeling like lingering in bed all morning, either. So as she kept going, I started thinking about cumming, and smiling to myself on how, at her age some 20+ years ago, I had tried desperately to not think about cumming. Ah, the effects of aging...

I kept moving my hips upward, and shortly I started to feel that familiar rise in my balls from somewhere very far away. She sensed it, because she started in with a string of dirty talk obviously designed to help me along. "Are you going to cum for me baby? Fill my pretty little pussy up with your thick ropy spunk? Fuck me hard until it leaks out the sides of my tight little cunt? I want to feel you cum in me deep, pump me full, baby!"

It had the desired effect, and I groaned a heavy release as my seed finally shot out and filled her. I only felt about three or four spurts jet out, and a few dry contractions, but the relief was palpable, and as I started to feel those last few pumps, she had a small contraction of her own, and her pussy tightened and gave off a small additional bit of lube. She kissed me deeply, caressing the side of my face. We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath, and she smoothly slid to the side of me.

"Mmmmm. Thank you, that was a way better start to my day than coffee," she said. I grinned back, and she pecked me on the lips as she got up and began grabbing her clothes from various corners of the room. "Hmmm..." she said, and I noticed her pushing her finger up her swollen opening "you didn't cum very much."

"You pretty much emptied my balls yesterday," I countered, smiling. "Three times is a lot for me, especially when it's that intense."

"Yeah," she nodded, grinning. "Oh, and you forgot about your lunchtime treat." She had snuck over on her lunch break to blow me as well, that's right. I had needed a nap to get rested for our date.

We dressed and made a little small talk, and on the way down the stairs, I noticed Erin, my daughter, was eating breakfast at the kitchen nook. "Good morning Daddy. I went to Mickey-D's if you want some," she said, indicating the bag on the counter.

"Thanks honey," I responded. I walked Emily to the door. 

"So I have my brother in town for a couple of days," Emily began, and I nodded—her parents had repeatedly told everybody about their son returning from his first year as a US Embassy counsel in the middle east both in person and all over social media, but then again, I understood their pride. "So I probably won't see you a lot this week. But he goes back sunday and I'm free after that." 

I smiled and came back with, "That sounds good."

"Ok. I'll text you," she said, reaching up and kissing me. But instead of the normal tame peck she usually gave me in front of Erin, she grabbed the back of my head and gave me a rough, tongue-filled kiss. "I'll see you later, Mr. Clooney," and she bounded out the front door.

I turned around to go get food, and saw Erin giving me her patented "You're a douche" look. "What?" I said, knowing full well what was coming.

"Mr. Clooney?"

"Bad joke. Don't ask," I said, reaching into the bag.

"I will again and again until you tell me." 

"No." 

She shrugged, but I knew she was just waiting to regroup, and my only hope was to distract until I could make my escape. I bit into the sausage-based greasiness. 

"That girl is loud," she observed.

"Loud? That was her being quiet."

"Wow," she muttered. "I guess I've never been around when you two are going at it."

"Yeah. Sorry about that, I'm sure it must be a bit off-putting to hear your old man getting some."

"Meh," she responded. "Not the worst thing I've ever heard. That was probably you and Mom the first time when I was old enough to know what that was. Honestly, I'm more just glad you finally are. Though I need to talk to her about not sucking your face in front of me. Kinda tacky. I get it, she likes whatever you're laying down, but I don't need to see that shit."

"Yeah," I said, with probably a bit too much defeat in my voice. We sat in silence for a few moments, just looking at each other.

"Boy trouble?" she asked me, going back into an old banter we frequently used.

"Yeah. Girl trouble?" I played back.

"Yeah." We sat, eating for a few more seconds, before I broke the silence.

"You first."

"Okay," she began. "Ryan is enlisting in the service in a few weeks." My eyes must have popped out, given her reaction. They had both met in ROTC in college, but Erin was merely looking at it as added credits and maybe a way to help fund grad school through the reserves. Apparently her boyfriend felt different.

"What?!" 

"Yeah. He told me last night. And he also asked me if I would marry him," she added. "He wants a family and kids right away."

I held still on my stool, trying not to pop off. I knew if I reacted too hard any one way it would be bad, so I just carefully said "What are you going to do?"

"What can I do? I'm going to break up with him," and I sighed relief inside. "Dad, I'm 22, and I've still got grad school and all sorts of other things to do. I know I'm not much younger than you and Mom were when I was born, but I'm not ready, and anyway, I know I was an accident."

"One I've been grateful for every day..."

"Yeah, I know. But still, I'm way too young for all that. But you know how traditional and Catholic his family is. And I think since his Grandma died last year, he's been having guilt and conflicts. He even told me once a few months ago that he felt guilty about us having premarital sex, but his priest said it was okay if he was repentant and willing to do the right thing by me!"

"Are you fucking serious?" I shot back.

"Yes! It's nuts. And I'm not getting married now, not to anybody."

I shook my head, taking it all in. "Damn. I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I've honestly been at a crossroads with the whole relationship for some time now. This is just a catalyst for some other things that have been brewing in me. Nothing serious," she added, eyeing my concerned look. "It's just been that I've been questioning if this guy is the one, you know? We have a few major things in common, but there's a few things that are difficult for me. The political, religious, etc."

I nodded. Ryan was fairly conservative, rather traditionally Roman Catholic, and though Erin didn't fit the birkenstock-wearing, unshaven armpit stereotypes of most college campuses, she was an avowed feminist and came from a long line of progressive-leaning types, so they would tend to bicker a lot about some pretty big points. And while I liked Ryan plenty—he was respectful, gentlemanly, intelligent, a handsome boy that looked good next to her, and treated my daughter like the princess I thought she was—I wasn't entirely shocked at this revelation of hers. Just at the way it was going down. I exhaled and shook my head.

Erin considered me for a moment, smiled, and said, "So, tell me about your boy trouble, Mr. Clooney."

I ignored the dig. "She's just getting a bit clingy."

"Like how?" 

"She texts me a lot. Always telling me how much she likes me."

"Okay. She's a college girl. That's standard."

"It's more that that. It's supposed to just be a fling, she and I, but lately it's been a lot more...she's been a lot more...tender."

"I thought I was noticing that."

"Yeah."

"Dad, it has been six months. It might be time to end this before anybody gets hurt."

I exhaled loudly. "I know. I thought that before as well. She's going to be leaving in a month for grad school though, and I was hoping that would be my exit. You know, gracefully with anybody getting butt-hurt.."

Erin nodded. Emily was very proud that she would be attending Boston University's Law School in the fall. And I had viewed it as my graceful segue away from whatever the hell it was we were doing.

"She's been mentioning coming back on her breaks, though, and putting some point on the words," I continued. Erin groaned. "I know, I know. I was hoping she'd go get a boyfriend or a steady something, and forget about the old guy back home."

"Apparently you do something that gets the young girls to swoon."

"I guess." 

"Hey, at least Cece got a boyfriend," she reminded me.

"Good thing too. I was sore every time after they both visited."

"I'll bet."

"Yeah. Although she's told me that if she breaks up with him, the first place she's showing up is here."

"Ha!"

We sat in silence for a second. "Erin?"

"Yeah Dad."

"Are you really sure you're okay with this? I mean, I know I've asked you before, but still..."

"Dad, as long as nobody gets hurt, I really couldn't care less."

"That's what I'm worried about most, is hurting one of your friends."

"Yeah."

"I'm glad we can at least talk about this. I have the feeling that if I told any of my buddies about this set of issues, they'd either hi-five me or blab about it by accident. Neither of which I need right now."

She smiled big, took the last two bites of her sandwich, got up, kissed me on the cheek, and said "I have to go shower. I work at 11." She paused. "Relax, I know you'll do whatever's right, and it'll all work out in the end. Remember what you always say to me, if it's not all alright..."

"It's not the end. Yeah."

She smiled, then stared at me for a second. "What?" I finally asked.

"Mr. Clooney?"

I sighed. "You know that show we were watching a few months ago, where the one player character talked about how he was entering his 'Daddy issue years, his Clooney years?' How it was going to appeal to all the young babes. Well, that's the reference."

"So, she's talking about..."

"Fucking me because I'm older-guy hot in her eyes, and also that she apparently has Daddy and older-man issues."

"Eww."

"Exactly."

"Eww."

"Yeah. If the sex weren't so good I'd probably have run away by now."

"I'm shocked you didn't anyway. Eww. Okay, now I definitely need a shower," and she padded off, shaking her head.

The day passed without incident, and the next day Erin informed me that her attempt to break up with Ryan hadn't gone the way she had planned, and they had instead agreed to discuss their future and not make any commitments externally until they figured out some issues. She figured going away for a weekend was the best way to do this. So I bid her farewell, and enjoyed my empty house—for about 3 hours. Suddenly, the reality of a house with no daughter, no booty call, and just a dog to keep me company, really started to get to me. 

I tried to keep busy. I went to the gym. I cleaned, even though the cleaning lady I had come in every week was awesome and there was little to do. I ran the dog. I watched two movies, and did work I didn't even need to do. Still, I was restless. So I was almost relieved early Friday afternoon when the door rang, even though I was expecting no one and figured it was probably just a Mormon or something similarly silly.

I opened the door to a very distressed Courtney crying. "Oh my god, Courtney, are you okay, you look awful?!" I winced at my own occasional lack of tact as I shooed her inside. 

"I'm fine Martin," she spat out. I gazed at her with a look of obvious disbelief. "Well, obviously I'm not right now, but I will be. Is Erin home?" 

"No."

"Sorry, I saw her car out front, and didn't see yours, so..." she trailed off.

"Yeah, she and Ryan are camping this weekend," I explained. "I made them take my SUV because I figured it'd be better for the roads they'll be on. And safer."

She smiled at me through the tears. "You're such a good dad."

"I try. I don't always feel like it, but I try," I responded. "Sit down, I'll get you something to drink." She started to protest, but I immediately cut her off and forced her to sit down.

"Thanks. Do you have anything cold?" 

"Iced tea, water, juice, and there might be a couple sodas in the back of the fridge, I can check," I called out over my shoulder.

"Iced tea will be fine," she said.

I poured her a glass, brought it to her, and smiled at her. Her tears seemed to be slowing a bit.

"Thank you," she quickly drank, then we sat in silence for a second. I decided to just wait for her to speak. A full minute plus elapsed on the wall clock before she broke it. "I don't want to talk about it," she said.

I repressed a smile, knowing that usually means a girl wants to talk all about it, but on her time and terms, and instead replied with just a simple "Okay." She looked at me questioningly. "You don't have to talk. You can just drink iced tea. Or I can cook you some food. Or whatever. I'll just distract you until you feel a bit better. I would ask that you not drive again until you feel a bit more calm again, though, please. For your own safety." 

She just smiled a small smile, slightly rolled her eyes at me, and muttered "Such a dad thing to say."

"Well," I shot back, "I am a dad, as you've already observed."

Under her breath, she murmured something that sounded like "I bet Emily calls you daddy."

"What!?" I exploded, probably a bit too aggressively. She immediately looked guilty.

"I'm sorry Martin. I'm really sorry. That was crude and uncalled for. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it," she said, casting her eyes downward. "I'm just a bit upset right now."

I took a deep breath. "So you know about that."

She nodded, "Yeah. A few people do." 

"How many?" I inquired.

"About a half dozen, probably. Nobody that'll tell," she offered. I sat in silence for a bit. This was the part I didn't like. The feeling icky, like perhaps I had something to be ashamed of.

"Look, Courtney..." I began, and she tried to cut me off, but I forced forward anyway, "I don't want you to think I'm some sort of sleaze ball for screwing around with Emily..."

"And Cece," she deftly added.

"And Cecelia," I repeated. "I was just having some fun..."

"Look, Martin, no disrespect," she interrupted. "I didn't mean to be snarky, I'm just a bit bitter and angry right now. And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that and I actually respect you and think you're a good father. Erin is one of my best friends and I even though I love my parents to death, I've always thought she was pretty lucky to have a dad like you. I'm really sorry. Can we please change the subject?

"Sure, what would you like to talk about?"

"Romanian clowns, I don't know," she joked, and we shared a brief giggle. "I was really hoping to see Erin instead of you—no offense—so we could talk and have some time to bash men."

"None taken," I reassured her. "Well, is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, I don't think so."

I let her sit for a second. "I think you're wrong." She looked at me with confusion. "There's always something. Let me ask you, when you were upset as a kid, what did your folks used to do?"

"My dad would take me out for a drive and we'd get ice cream and go to the mall and make fun of people," she said with a slight smile.

"Sounds perfect. Let's go."

"But that's me and my dad's thing." 

"Ok, today I'll play the part of your dad," I retorted.

"Fine," she said with an eye roll, rising up off the couch. "But can we take my car? I hate Erin's car, it's so small."

"I'd rather take the new toy," I said as I led her into the garage. She stopped and stared at the Corvette convertible. "I just bought it two days ago. It's not new, just new to me, but I like it," I beamed. 

Courtney giggled and asked "Can I drive?"

"No," I said smiling. "But I will buy your ice cream."

We got in, and I navigated the car out of the garage and down toward the nearby mall. Courtney was clearly digging the wind in her hair, and put on the top 40 station I disliked most. I shrugged it off and figured that if listening to some girly pop would cheer her up, I was okay with it. So we rode without speaking to the mall, then got out and found a frozen yogurt franchise she indicated was "legitimate." I smiled, bought her frozen yogurt, and we sat down on a bench in the middle of foot traffic as she took the lead.

Pointing at a young man in biker leathers and a scruffy teenager beard, she said "Hell's Angel apprentice." Then, indicating a rather butch, muscled girl with a mullet and vest, said "Lesbian Rambo." We giggled a bit, then she bumped me and said "You try."




Getting Back in the Game Ch. 04



I hesitated for a second, then picked out a middle-aged lady in a bizarre dress that seemed to be assembled of scraps and chain, and said "Lady Ga-Ga Grandma." 

Courtney giggled, bumped me with her shoulder, and said "You're getting it," and we kept going like that, back and forth, long past the time it took to finish our desserts. In fact, when I finally looked down at my watch, I realized that nearly three hours had passed.

"I suppose I should get you back," I offered.

"Nah, I don't have anywhere to be right now," she shot back. "I have the day off, and no plans. We can keep hanging out if you want."

"You really want to hang out with an old guy like me? Don't girls normally have plans on a weekend nights?" I asked.

"Well, I usually did, but they got cancelled," she said, with a slight edge to her voice. 

"Sorry," I countered. "You said you didn't want to talk about it." 

She hesitated with a pause that was more than pregnant. "Yeah," she finally mustered. "Anyway, I'm hungry."

"Me too. Want to hit some sushi?"

"That's kind of expensive," she hesitated.

"Nah, it's not too bad," I offered. "I know a place right down the road that does a great happy hour deal."

A little back and forth, and she finally relented. We cruised 5 minutes to a little conveyer belt place I know, and I couldn't help but laugh at the waitress's judgmental reaction when she saw the two of us. As she left, Courtney remarked "I think she thinks you're a cradle robber."

As it happened, I knew the waitress. "She probably does. But she's also the best friend of a girl I have turned down multiple times." Courtney cocked her eyebrow at that revelation. "Secretary for a client of mine. She's constantly inviting me to come do drinks with her or both of them."

"Why don't you?" she inquired.

"Well, first, she's kind of slutty..." 

"So's Emily," she shot back. I winced a bit internally.

"Yes, I suppose. But Emily keeps her mouth shut. She's proven that to Erin and, by extension, to me many times over the years. That gal and her friend over there would tear my clothes off and then crow about it all over town. And I hate people knowing my business."

"Okay. So why else wouldn't you go for that? A threesome with decent looking girls your own age? Sounds alright."

"I'm not attracted to either of them." She scoffed in reply. "No, I'm serious. I like ladies my own age just fine, but those two turn me off. I think it's a personality thing. It was six weeks after Mandy died before those two were sniffing around. It just made me really uncomfortable. Give me some time to heal, at least."

She was silent for a long time. "I suppose I can respect that." She paused again. "Can I ask a personal question?"

"Sure. Worst case, I won't answer it," I joked back.

"How long after Erin's Mom died did you wait until you...well, you know." 

"What? I slept with someone else?"

"Yeah."

"Well, she passed two and a half years ago next month. And the first person was Emily."

"Two Years?!!" She spat out, a little too loudly. A few people looked over in surprise.

"Keep your voice down, please."

"Sorry. Two Years?"

"Yes. Two years. Well, if you want to be technical, one year and 11 months. But yes."

"Wow," she said, looking somewhat defeated and confused.

"What?"

"A lot of things," she responded.

"Do you think less of me for sleeping with someone your and Erin's age?"

"No. Martin, I don't judge you," she said. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier, I'm just mad right now at all men. And I know Emily would probably have torn your pants off chasing you even if you had refused her. We've been friends for years, I know how she gets around guys she has a thing for. Cece too, though maybe a bit less. I'm just..." she exhaled, and I could see she was looking for the right words.

"Angry? Defeated? Disappointed?" I offered.

"Yes. At all men, really." She sat in silence. I decided to take a chance, figuring if it didn't work I could just step back.

"So. Did your boyfriend just screw up, or did he cheat on you? I'm guessing the second, by your reaction." I had to stifle a laugh when I saw the look of amazement on her face that served as instant confirmation.

"How did you..."

"Years of experience," I said, dismissing her reaction. "It seemed the most logical reason, given your reactions."

She considered my face for a second, before seeming to make up her mind. "Cheated. While I was gone two months ago on my 3 week exchange to Thailand. With some really horrible girl I dislike. Multiple times."

"Wow. Did he come clean, or did you find out on your own?"

"Her friend told me. By text."

"Ouch. Then what happened?"

"I snooped on his Facebook. Found messages. They not only did while I was gone, since I've been back, they've been talking constantly, and he's been planning on getting with her after he apparently dumps me, or so he claimed. Plus, she's horrible. Nasty and catty and dumb, kind of strange looking..." she trailed off. 

I looked at Courtney and wondered how any man with half a brain could cheat on her. She was tall, with pale, ivory skin, some of the biggest and most beautiful deep blue blue eyes I had ever seen, gorgeous features, thick and cutely bent lips, and a mane of long, thick, wavy red hair. Her body was curvy yet she was in incredible shape, a product of rowing team and regular workouts, and I knew from conversations previous that grown men had been hitting on her since before she was even legal to drive. Not to mention she was intelligent and a all around great girl.

"He's an idiot. Sorry. Um, did you confront him?"

"Yeah."

"What did he say?"

"That it only happened because I was away for so long and he was sexually frustrated. And he didn't admit to talking to her since."

"Did you mention it?" 

"No. I wanted to see if he'd come clean completely. And he failed."

"So he can't keep it in his pants when you've only been gone for literally days."

"Yeah. And...yeah. And then he had the audacity to hint that I was boring in bed and that was why he had to cheat!" 

That was a softball. But instead of swinging wildly, I chided my inner pervert to keep under control and merely said, as flatly as possible, "Okay."

"What?" she spat out, with a look of confusion and distrust.

"Not to pry, but I'm assuming from your tone that you have some confidence that you aren't a bad lay by any means."

"Oh, yeah. I've had a few boyfriends before him, and nothing but compliments. But he's obsessed with the fact that I won't let him give it to me up the butt."

"So that's his big thing? That's kind of dumb."

"Yeah, I think he watches too much porn lately. Says he likes bigger boobs than mine. Wants me to go blonde." Without meaning, to, I glanced down at Courtney's chest, wondering how on earth he could be dissatisfied with them. Despite the shirt she was wearing being a bit loose, her breasts loomed large and looked amazing. I regretted it immediately.

"38DD," she said, and I felt myself flush.

"Sorry," I said, as I cast my eyes down and felt myself blush deeper, "I wasn't trying to stare. I just was wondering what jackass wouldn't think your chest isn't big enough. Not to sound like a perv, but if yours were any bigger they'd be ridiculous."

"Thanks."

"And please don't ever go blonde. You have some of the most gorgeous hair I've ever seen."

She blushed slightly. "Thank you. You're sweet."

"Nah. I'm a man who doesn't want to see a beautiful girl destroy her appearance because of some shallow boy."

"Thank you. Again." She blushed deeper.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"It's fine. I'm not uncomfortable. Just flattered." She stared at me for a second warmly, and things went uncomfortably silent.

"How are you feeling overall?" I said, feeling a bit flustered myself.

"Upset. Relieved. Betrayed. A bunch of things. I don't know...Maybe just annoyed that I've put up with him being a jerk for so long, and that he obviously doesn't value me."

I felt good about doing something nice for Courtney, even if the day had been a bit unusual, and as we walked out of the restaurant, I was prepared to drive her back to get her car and wish her a good night, but she suggested we do something else so we could keep talking. We ended up setting on a coffee place she knew where all the hipsters congregated, and we sat with overpriced lattes and dessert, bantering easily and poking occasional fun at the more ridiculous of the shop denizens. I was amazed at how easy it was to talk with her, and told her so.

"Yeah, despite my abnormally large breasts, I have a brain," she scoffed.

"No, I mean, you're easier to talk to than most of Erin's friends."

"Thanks, I think."

"Well," I countered, "you don't respond the same way most of her friends do. You act a bit...older, I suppose. I don't know."

"Probably because I'm a bit older than them."

"What, a few months?" I joked.

"No, I'm 26."

"But you just graduated from University," I said, confused. "And weren't you and Erin in the same class at Lincoln High?

"No, I was a year ahead of her. Plus, I graduated from high school late. I lost years due to my surgeries." I shot her a questioning glance. "I was hit by a drunk driver on my bike when I was 12. I wasn't supposed to live, but they got me airlifted to a good hospital and saved my life. But I broke my back in several places, and I've had to have five different surgeries over the years to insert rods into my back to help me heal properly and correct my posture. Each time I've lost a lot of school. And even with correspondence, I could only make up so much. So I'm older than the rest of the girls."

"I'm sorry," I offered somewhat weakly.

"Don't be. It's given me a good perspective on life and I think a lot of gratitude. It was harder on my folks than on me, really. And I've been able to be active and have a pretty good life, overall."

I found myself in amazement of this young woman. We talked for a bit of time about the accident, and she showed me a couple of surgery scars and talked about rehabbing her injuries. We bantered, and the conversation turned to life, fate, and even philosophy and god. And I got lost in it all, as we unwittingly scooted closer to each other until knees brushed, talking over the coffee house indie rock and leaning in to hear. 

Finally, my drink nearly exhausted, I glanced down at my watch to realize that it was now after midnight, so I put my foot down and told her I was taking her back to her car. I got up, offered her my hand, and she not only took it, but as we walked out towards my car, she put her arm around my waist and pressed herself into me. I was surprised, looked over at her, but she just beamed a smile and gave me a look with those gorgeous eyes of hers, and since I'm a sucker for big, pretty eyes, I shrugged it off. Truth be told, she felt and smelled nothing short of amazing, and I had to work to keep my cock under control, with this warm and wonderful creature in the crook of my arm. I took her back to my place, and was going to wish her goodnight at the door, when she asked if she could use the restroom, and quickly darted inside. I found myself in my living room, wondering what the hell had just happened. I was on the couch, scratching the dog behind his ears, when she came back and sat down next to me so close that our thighs just barely touched. I tried to ignore how good it felt, though I felt a little stir down below again. She gave my thigh a little brush and said "You're a good man, Martin. Thank you for today." My stomach flipped a bit. What was going on here?

"It's pretty late. Do you mind if I hang out here tonight? It's a good 40 minutes back to my folk's house, and I'm a bit sleepy."

"Not at all." I was trying to play it cool, but my heart rate was quickening and I was failing miserably.

"Mind if I switch on a movie?" she asked.

I indicated the remotes on the coffee table to tell her to go ahead. She flipped through the channels until she found something that suited her, some action flick I wasn't really familiar with. I sat back and she animatedly started describing the plot and characters, and I had a moment of amusement watching her as she went on. She stopped, and cocked her head back. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I said, trying to play it off. "Sorry, I just remembered I have to take care of a couple of things before bed." I was getting uncomfortable, and I thought I could see where this was going, but instead of getting excited, I felt myself getting anxious and a bit scared. So I got up, and went across to the kitchen and started straightening up stuff that didn't even need it. What was I doing? I never got this way around women, and here I was behaving like a 14 year-old boy. I was halfway through wiping down the counter, when Courtney walked up behind me, turned my shoulders around to face her, put her arms around me, and kissed me deeply. After the initial shock, I let her tongue probe it's way into my mouth, and relaxed as she coaxed my tongue into hers. She moaned and exhaled slightly, and I groaned as I enjoyed the sweet sensation that was her mouth. 

I felt her relax and move into me slightly. She stayed pressed against me, her arms still around my neck, and put her forehead against mine. "Hmmm," she said, lowly. "That was nice."

"What was that for?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"I needed to break the tension. No matter what happens the rest of the night, or any other point in the future, I needed that. Apparently you did too. Why did you walk away as I was trying to make my move on the couch?" 

"I'm not sure. I got incredibly nervous for some reason."

She responded by kissing me again, but this time, instead of freaking out, I pulled her in closer and kissed her deeper. She pulled her face back to an inch away again, and was so close I could feel her breath and even her lips slightly against mine. "Why?"

"Because I like you. And that freaks me out a bit. And you're way younger than me."

"It didn't with Emily or Cecelia."

"I barely knew them, and it was just physical. And I've found myself really getting into you the better I get to know you. Especially tonight. And I'm just nervous about creating any more harm or complications for myself or anybody else in life."

I was still a bit nervous, although I had stopped shaking. But Courtney seemed to know just what to do and say.

"Martin, I'm not that young. I'm old enough to know what I want and what I don't, and smart enough to figure out if something isn't for me. I like you too, but I'm not going to get sprung on you or any other man just because I have a few orgasms. Now, come back to the couch. We can take this as slow or as fast as you want tonight." She held out her hand, and I took it, looking her in the eyes as she smiled sweetly in a way that made me melt inside. She leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips, and I found myself reaching out when she pulled away. She tugged a bit with her hand as she turned toward the living room, bringing me with her...



Getting Back in the Game Ch. 05



Author's Note:

This is the 5th installment of my series, so if you're coming to it now, it may not make sense unless you read the previous chapters. I think to do it properly, I have to have at least one more chapter for the conclusion. I thank everybody for the kind comments and votes for this series, and hope that you'll take the time to do the same with this one.

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I followed her into the living room, and we sat back on the couch. She leaned in to me, and I put my arm around her. We melted into each other a bit, and then she kissed me again. I returned the kiss, and we both started to get a bit into it. "I knew you'd be a good kisser," she whispered.

She threw a leg over me and straddled me, and started to run her hands up and down my torso as we kissed deeper. She made a slight noise of approval, and I made a note to give my personal trainer a very big thank you gift this Christmas. Her hand went under my shirt and began to tickle at my chest a bit, and I moved my hands under her blouse to trail my fingers up her back. Her skin was smooth, warm, and wonderful to the touch. I moved in to trail kisses down her neck and inhaled her wonderful, slightly flowery scent. It was intoxicating, and as I moved down to her shoulders I realized I was as hard as I had ever been. I moved a bit and grabbed my pants to alleviate the bunching and discomfort, and she noticed, and brushed my erection softly with her hand. "Nice," she purred. "They weren't lying." 

"Glad to hear advertising was good."

"It's really more direct and referral marketing, but yeah, it was."

I stopped her with another kiss. She moved back into me, groping my chest and moving around to my back. I massaged my hands and fingers into her waist and lower back, and she moaned slightly into my mouth. She began tugging my shirt over my head, and as I helped her, she tossed it to the side and began feeling my chest, shoulders, and arms. I put my hands back under her shirt, and she quickly unbuttoned it and threw it to the side. Her breasts were in sight now, and before I could even admire the way they overflowed her bra, she reached back and unsnapped it, and they came absolutely barreling out. She grabbed my head and pulled it into her breasts, and I quickly sucked her nipple into my mouth. She scooted her pelvis in and ground against me. 

It's hard to describe what I was feeling at that moment. On the one hand, I couldn't wait to be inside her. On the other, I was feeling this almost electric current between us, and I liked this girl so damn much I almost didn't want this moment to end. She felt so amazing, so perfectly right on top of me, that I just wanted her to stay there. Her body was full, womanly, substantial, and I almost whimpered when she got to her feet and offered me her hand. As I stood up, I noticed that, even with her shoes kicked off, she was only a few inches shorter than me.

"Do you want to go up to the bedroom?" I asked.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea," she smiled.

We went upstairs, and as we walked into my bedroom, she turned around and attacked me with another deep kiss. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into me, and she moved into me, before pulling back abruptly. "What?" I asked.

"When did you last change your sheets?"

"Yesterday, when I did laundry," I answered.

"And when was the last time Emily—or, for that matter, any other girl—was over here?"

"Two days ago."

"Okay, good. I just didn't want to roll around in somebody else's stank."

"No, you're safe there," I chuckled. I went to kiss her again, but she backed up.

"Listen, I'm not trying to lay claim to you. If you want to sleep with somebody else, go right ahead. But I'm also not Emily, ok?"

"OK. But what do you mean by that last part?" I asked, confused.

"I've heard her and her ex-conquests' stories. I'm not like her. I don't fuck a whole lot of guys at once. I'm not a crazed sex kitten. I'm fairly loyal and I don't necessarily try to duplicate shit I saw in a porno once. I'm not uptight by any means, but if that's what you're looking for, I want to let you know that it's probably not going to happen."

I thought for a second, considering her face, and looking deep into her eyes, which had a look of concern and fear mixed with vulnerability behind the bit of defiance. I felt something I hadn't in a long time, and wasn't sure how to sum it up, but I knew then that I felt something for this woman, and wanted to see where it could go.

"I understand. I don't expect anything of you. We don't even have to do this, if you don't want to." I backed my body off half a step, while staying in her loose embrace. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. I don't know. I just feel a bit...exposed, I guess."

I didn't know what else to do, so I kissed her tenderly, and held her close for a few moments. She leaned in, then broke the embrace, and walked me over to the bed. She laid down and indicated she wanted me to cuddle into her, which I readily did. We laid there for what seemed like eternity, her breathing calming and slowing a bit, until she turned around and kissed me.

"Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"Apparently, just for being you." 

I smiled back at her and brushed her hair out of her face. She yawned and smiled, and I yawned in response.

"You tired?" I inquired.

"A little bit," she replied "You?"

"A bit."

"Okay. Do you want to get ready for bed?"

"Um, sure...listen, don't take this wrong," I began, "but I'm going to take my pants off. I can't fall asleep in them. I'll leave my boxers on, though."

"What do you usually sleep in?" she asked.

"Usually boxers or nothing."

"Then strip. I don't want to disturb your normal routine."

I shrugged, and turned around as I shucked my remaining clothing. As I turned back around to climb back into the bed, I noticed her reaching behind her. I slid under the sheet, and her bare leg instantly wrapped around my calf. It felt positively divine. I breathed in sharply in a bit of surprise.

"I figured I can't let you be the only nude one here," she said.

I looked at her levelly. "Look, I'm not going to push you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with."

She stared into my eyes for an almost uncomfortable length of time. "I know that. Try to relax, ok?" We kissed, long and slowly, lingering on each other's lips. I felt her fingers trail over my back, and brush against my butt. She grabbed a handful and pulled me into her. She grabbed my face and kissed me forcefully, moving her pelvis into me as she did, and I felt my cock harden significantly.

"Hmm. He doesn't seem to be tired at all," she murmured, as she reached down and began to stroke my length with almost agonizing slowness. She rolled on top of me, and I could feel heat and a slight bit of wetness coming from her pussy, as she began rubbing her lips gently up and down my length. I craned up and kissed her neck, down the nape, to her shoulders, chest, and finally took one of her nice, pink, pert nipples into my mouth. She moaned a low bit of satisfaction. Then she pinned me with her weight to the bed and began peppering my neck and chest with kisses, pausing briefly to give my nipple a little flick before she moved down my stomach with resolve. When she came to my achingly swollen length, she surprised me by rapidly engulfing nearly all of me, instead of teasing little licks like most girls seemed to favor at first. I groaned loudly, clenching my muscles down below in an attempt to not cum immediately, since her technique was so very divine and the surprise of being engulfed with no buildup took me off guard. She pulled off of me with a satisfied look, staring me in the eyes. "I don't like to tease too much. And I really do enjoy sucking cock quite a bit." I tried to speak but only an incomprehensible grunt came out. "It's okay. Just enjoy," she said, as she put her hand gently up on my chest, guiding my head and neck back to the pillows as she sucked me back into her mouth greedily.

She began to work me in and out of her mouth gently, but with this wonderful firmness to her tongue. She stared directly into my eyes, locking her gaze on me, as she eagerly worked my member in and out of her mouth. Her full lips dragged down the length, and I would see her saliva trail a bit from the swollen head as she would pull off, only to quickly engulf me again. She paused briefly to lick and ever so gently suck my balls, and then went right back to swallowing as much of me as she could. As she began to really get an aggressive rhythm going, I realized that I needed to cut this short, lest I rush to the final act too quickly. 

I gently pulled her off, and she whimpered slightly and gave me a puzzled expression. "Your turn," I explained, and began trailing kisses down her torso, stopping for a few seconds to playfully kiss a nipple, before I came down to her neatly trimmed bush. I was glad she wasn't shaved, and loved the sight of her deep red patch, kissing around it, working slowly in a circle across the inside of her thighs, getting smaller and smaller on the circles as I first touched wet lips. She gasped sharply, and I slowly and deliberately kissed one lip into my mouth, then the other, licking them and just around the clit. I felt her hips start to move a bit, her butt lifting off the bed slightly, and as she pressed forward with her musky, delicious opening toward my mouth, I moved in and gave her clit a gentle, loving lick with the flat of my tongue. She groaned approval as I moved in with a slight bit more pressure, lapping directly at her button, then taking a few alternating diagonal strokes upward.

I briefly stretched my neck to re-situate myself, and she ran her fingers through my hair and said "Ok, I'm only giving you another two hours max down there before I'm stopping you," she said with a grin, and, I noticed, a slightly glazed over look of pleasure. I've always enjoyed going down on a woman, so it was flattering to realize I was having some positive effect. I dove back in, giving her some more light licks, alternating with the flat of my tongue. Her hips started to move a bit, so I kept up my pattern, but sped it up slightly as her skin, and especially her chest began to flush. Her breathing started speeding up, and in response I dove in a bit harder, and as she started to whimper a bit, I followed a hunch and pushed my index finger into her. I managed no more than a half dozen strokes, hooking my finger back to hit her G-spot, before I felt her clench down on my finger hard and lube a bit, as she cried out a mighty "Unnnnggggg God!!"

I paused to look up at her, her eyes half-lidded and her entire chest and neck flushed, before I went to go back down—I love giving orally, and she really did taste great. But she quickly reached down to stop me and said "Hey, come up here." I trailed upward, lightly kissing her stomach, up past her breasts, neck and to her mouth. I went to wipe my face off—I'm never sure of the etiquette each woman wants—and she stopped my hand, saying "Leave it." I kissed her deeply, and as she responded with a hum of delight, wrapping her arms around my back, my cock head brushed against her lower lips, which, I noticed, were dripping wet and absolutely on fire. As we broke the kiss, I moved over to the side of her face, but she, apparently wanting no more foreplay, reached down and guided my dick into her, tilting her hips up a bit, and then grabbing my butt and coaxing me further.

"Should I put on a..." I began.

"No need, Depro shots," she countered.

"I was going to eat you out more," I offered.

"That's sweet, but it'll probably be a bit before I cum again. Besides, I can't wait any more. I need you inside of me." And with that, she pushed her hips upward and buried even more of me in her. I responded by thrusting down, and as I pulled out, we worked into a nice, easy rhythm. I pushed in fully as I reached down and kissed her deeply, and she exhaled sharply and bit my lower lip lightly, muttering "goddamn goddamn goddamn." She pushed her hips upward, and I ended up rocking back a bit, ultimately settling on my knees, grabbing on to her full hips as I impaled her on my cock. She cried out as I thrust up in to her, giving her as much as I possibly could. "Harder," she groaned, and I slammed in loud enough to produce an audible slap. "I said harder! I can take it!" she repeated, and I slammed even harder, working up to all I could manage.

Instead of flinching, she started groaning with pleasure and pushed up with each thrust. After a couple minutes, she pushed up on me and announced "I want to ride you." I pulled out and went to lay down on the bed, but she instead guided me to the edge of the bed and admonished me to sit. I did, and she quickly straddled me, wrapping her legs around me, and my world was suddenly engulfed with this tall and curvy goddess smothering her breasts into my face as she reached behind her and lowered herself onto my cock. She began an up and down rhythm as I grabbed onto her waist and hips again, and I felt her start lubing freely as she started rocking solidly on my pole. I reached down and sucked a nipple into my mouth as she groaned, and I felt a fresh gush of fluid. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed, and abruptly stopped. 

"Are you okay?" I asked

"Yeah, that was just really good, whatever you hit at that angle."

"Okay, I'll try to keep hitting it," I replied.

"Did you cum?" she asked.

"No, why?"

She reached down, touched her pussy, and brought her fingers up, almost as if she was checking oil. My confusion must have shown on my face. "I never get this wet. I thought either you came or I started my time of the month."

"No, just messy sex. Sorry if it's unnerving to you."

"No, just surprised. Don't apologize, let's just keep going."

She resumed the riding, soon getting back into the same manic pace, as her wetness flowed like a slow faucet. She was starting to groan a deep, guttural moan, building slowly, as I ran my hands all up and down her back and sides. 

After a few minutes, I tried to nudge her to change positions, but she just shook her head and said "Please don't stop what you're doing, it's absolutely amazing." Who was I to argue with that? I started kissing her neck, feeling the slight moisture of perspiration starting on her sweet skin.

She picked up pace, pulling herself up and letting gravity absolutely slam her down onto my prick, her guttural grunts gaining volume, and I kissed her furiously as I plowed her hips down onto me. My legs and arms were starting to ache, and I knew I didn't have long—this girl was too intoxicating, and this was way too good, but I was trying hold out for just a bit longer, when she started to scream "Ohmygod ohmygod FUCK FUCK OHFUCKING GODDDDDD!!" and I felt the flow of her pussy absolutely flood my cock and balls, along with a clench that almost felt like a massaging wave going up and down my entire length. I pumped into her hard a few more times before I went over the edge and emptied my load into her, cumming what felt like more than I ever had in my life.

We kept going for another few seconds as her flow slowed. She slowed to a stop, and we both said nothing for a second as we panted furiously, then kissed for another 30 seconds or so. We were still intertwined, her riding me, legs wrapped around with my only slightly softened manhood buried deep in her wonderful folds. Finally, she broke the silence, looked at me with those amazing deep blue eyes, and just said "Fuck. That was incredible." 

"Yeah, I'm inclined to agree with you there," I nodded.

"I normally can't cum multiple times."

"Well, I guess there's a first for everything, right?"

"Wow. When can we do that again?" she teased, grinding down on my softening length.

"As soon as I recover. I might need a defibrillator," I joked.

As she moved, I slid partially out, and felt what seemed like a quart of fluid descend over my already sopping crotch. She noticed it too, looking down and yelling "Holy shit?!! Was that all us?"

"Who else would it be?"

As she laughed, she disengaged, and tackled me to the bed, kissing me and pressing her wonderfully soft yet firm body into me. I couldn't wait to be inside her again.

That night turned out to be a great primer to my relationship with Courtney. We had sex three more times that night, and even attempted a fifth round, but I was tired enough that I didn't get as powerful of an erection as normal, so when I accidentally slipped out and collided with her pubic bone, I winced and pulled back. I was fine with just resting and calling it a night, but she insisted on sucking me off as an "apology" for my injury, and I obviously didn't complain. She finished me off, swallowed, and sweetly thanked me for letting her blow me. Was this girl for real?

The next few months brought interesting developments. After a couple weeks, I gently broke things off with Emily, and managed to do so without any hard feelings—her leaving for school helped, I suppose. I started sleeping with Courtney exclusively, but instead of it just being clandestine sex, I was very happy with and proud of our relationship, and she likewise had no inkling of hiding, either. I occasionally got some stares—I was, after all, 18 years older than her, technically old enough to be her father, but in the long run, it seemed to work out. Erin wholeheartedly approved, which thrilled me—she even made occasional jokes about how we should get on making a sibling for her, although Court and I weren't too keen on that idea. Her father had been a bit of a tough sell, but I took him out for lunch, talked long and seriously with him, and in the end I convinced him that I truly cared for his daughter and only wanted to make her happy, as opposed to some older pervert just using her for sex. Her mom was just thrilled to see her with a man that was stable and not some jackass boy, and pointed out to her husband that he was 11 years older than her, and that had worked out for quite some time. And all my buddies seemed to be in awe that I was actually dating this young, gorgeous, intelligent woman.

In truth, it all happened so easily and almost organically, it just seemed natural. Within a month she had started her graduate teaching fellowship on campus—she was enrolled in a masters/PHD program in English, and was teaching to pay her tuition and rent. She had planned on finding a place of her own, but with me living about 10 minutes from the campus, with a rail line that led directly up, she ended up sleeping over a lot, and eventually it just seemed natural that she would move in. Her and Erin's friendship continued to blossom even more with her being under our roof, and at nights I struggled to get enough sleep—she was insatiable, and it was over 3 months before we didn't have sex at least twice in a day/night, and another month before a day passed that we didn't at all. She would attack me any hour of the day or night, it didn't matter even if I reeked of sweat from the gym or was coveredn clippings, she would strike like a cobra and have me down her throat in less than a minute flat. I didn't have time or energy most days to think about fucking anybody else. Then came the conversation I never anticipated.

It was an average Thursday, and I had worked late, turning off the computer at 10pm. I came to bed feeling so drained, I didn't honestly know if I'd be able to fuck her, though I knew she'd try. Sure enough, there she was, reading in bed, in cotton panties and a lacy bra, which I knew she'd chosen because she was aware of how much it turned me on—I guess I'm weird in that simple things like that do more for me than lingerie sometimes. But instead of putting on a show, or talking dirty to me to try and rev me up, she sympathetically looked me over and asked me if I was tired. I just nodded wearily. Then she switched topics.




Getting Back in the Game Ch. 05



"Did you know Emily's photo blog is still up?" I shook my head, I hadn't even known she had one. "Yeah, I look at it every now and then," she continued. "God, you look so fucking sexy in it." As I raised my eyebrows, she swiveled her tablet around to show me. My mouth popped open as I saw picture after picture of me with Emily, Cece, and both of them, fucking and playing in every position. My hard dick was on display, as was their soaking pussies, cum, cum eating, and every single act you could think of in between. I suddenly realized what they had been doing with all those pictures.

"What the fuck is all this? Who can see this?" I asked, a bit shocked and a bit angry.

"Relax. It's private. You need a password and a approval from the owner to get in," she offered.

"Okay. Sorry, I'm just a bit taken aback."

"Think of how I felt when Emily first showed me these pictures," she countered.

"When was that?" I asked.

"About four weeks before we started fucking," she said through a gigantic grin. "I'd say it helped seal the deal that first date, seeing a portfolio of your work beforehand."

"How many people have access to this?" 

"I think six girls. Three of them you've slept with."

"Wow." I paused, not sure if I wanted to ask, but I pushed forward anyway, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Why do you look at this?"

"Because my man is in it. And I think you're sexy. It gets me kinda wet."

"But it's me with another woman."

"Actually, I don't mind that. That kind of turns me on a little bit, seeing you with somebody else...In fact, I was looking for a way to open up a conversation about something unusual." My heart started pounding a little harder. Was she about to suggest what I thought she was driving towards? 

She got up on her knees, and looked me directly in the eyes. "What do you think about the idea of swinging?"

I was unsure how to react. I was turned on by the idea—what guy wouldn't be? But I didn't want to get overly enthusiastic or tread wrong. Truthfully, I also wondered if this might be a trap.

"Are you serious?" I asked, leveling my gaze at her, an looking for signs of a joke or trap.

"Yes, I am. I think it might be fun to watch you sleep with someone else."

"Really?" I hoped I didn't sound too eager.

"If you'd be cool with it, of course. We could try it out. What do you think?" she asked.

Was I hearing her right? "You're really serious?" I asked suspiciously.

"Very much so. Of course, I'd like to do it with another couple. I know you've had the threesome experience a bit, and I'm not really that into girls." This was true, she didn't mind a bit of fooling around, but she was much more interested in men than any woman. "And I know that this might be a bit different for you, but I was hoping that you might also be willing to watch me with another man. Fair is fair, after all. But only if you're comfortable with this. I don't want to push you into anything that you might regret or feel strange about." 

My head swirled and swam. How would I feel about watching her with someone else? Would she really be okay with seeing me with someone else? I knew we were okay and secure in our relationship and our sex life was great, so I didn't feel threatened, but I was definitely taken off guard here.

"Think it over for a little bit. You don't have to answer right now, okay?" She snapped me back to reality with that comment, kissed me on the cheek, then got up and padded over to the bathroom. 

My head kept swimming, but it slowly became more clear. I knew I loved her more than anything. I knew she felt the same way. We weren't about to leave each other for an easy conquest, and honestly, the idea of the whole thing got me kind of hot. We had very few boundaries in the bedroom, so what was this one more? Even picturing her with another guy, I noticed, had me tenting my shorts a bit. But I needed to ask a few more questions before I gave her my decision. She came out of the bathroom, and sat back down on the bed, facing me.

"I'm sorry I ambushed you with this..." she began.

"No, it's okay, it was just a bit...surprising. But how else would you possibly ask, really?"

"Yeah. Do you need a bit of time to process all this? I understand if you do. And please know, I'm extremely happy and satisfied with our sex life, okay? I just thought this might be fun to share together. But if your answer is no, I'll respect that and won't be disappointed, I promise."

"Can I ask a couple questions first?"

"Sure."

"What did you have in mind? We go to some club or something?" I knew there was a swingers club on the west side of town, it was kind of notorious. I wasn't sure of my opinion of such places, though.

"No. Definitely not. I can think of multiple reasons places of that sort aren't our speed. Especially the first time. No, I have a friend I know you'll absolutely love. She's sexy as all hell, gorgeous, and I hear is great in bed. She and her beau are into that lifestyle. And I know she thinks you're attractive."

"Have I met her?" I interrupted.

"You might have, but I'm not telling you who it is yet." I sighed. "It's not important at the moment, anyway. But I'd like to invite them over for dinner. See how we all hit it off. I am attracted to him physically, but I'd like to get to know him a bit before I decide if I want to sleep with him. And then you can also give me your opinion on her and whether or not you're really okay with this once and for all—consider it the final check before blastoff, no pun intended. And we'll go from there. Either they'll go home, or they'll stay for a while," she finished with a mischievous smile.

"What if one of us gets uncomfortable during it? I mean, we've never done this before."

"I asked her that, too. She mentioned that the first time they swung, they had some safety word for each other, and that would be their cue to talk privately. Plus, she also said that she found if she waited for a few seconds, stepped back from her feelings, and then looked back at the situation, she didn't get upset or jealous, she just got turned on. I'm hoping it'll be the same situation for us."

"And you want to do this in front of each other?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"I can't think of anything hotter than fucking while I watch my sexy man make some other girl cum like crazy. Just the idea of you buried balls deep in her while I'm getting it good...fuck, baby, I'm already wet." I glanced down. Her panties were soaked to the point of dripping through. And I realized then that I was as hard as steel. Her breath was a bit ragged, but she was trying to keep it in check to not let on too much how very much this was turning her on. "Listen, you think about this as long as you need to, okay? Like I said, I won't be upset if it never happens."

"Court?"

"Yes?"

"Yes. I want to." 

She absolutely tackled me, kissed me deeply, and started running her hands all over me. As I returned the favor, she started pulling down my underwear to release my aching cock from its prison. I was trying to pull hers off as well, but the position of her body on top of me and the sodden nature of her panties were making it difficult.

"Rip it."

"What?!" I replied, incredulous.

"Rip them off! I can't wait anymore!"

I quickly complied, ripping the crotch in one pull. She fluidly slid up and then down onto my cock in record time, burying me to the absolute hilt on the first stroke. She was absolutely gushing around and on me. She slammed down on me hard, grinding up and down on my cock fiercely. Christ, this really did turn her on. "Rip them the rest of the way off, dammit!" I reached behind her, pulling as hard as I could, fraying the hell out of her panties and tossing the remainder aside. She quickly discarded her bra, and her breasts began bouncing vigorously, one of them even coming up and hitting me in the face. Somehow, I didn't mind.

"I had no idea this would turn you on so much," I spat out in panting breaths.

"Me either," she exhaled "but fuck, do I want to do this. I want to see this. Soon, baby." She kissed me deeply, grinding down her clit against my pubic bone. I felt her pussy quiver slightly, and knew she was getting close. How on earth was that possible? It usually took at least a few minutes of serious foreplay and a gradual build to get her off.

"Ok, whenever you want it," I answered, grabbing on to her hips and pumping her even harder. I wanted to get her to pop, and I was getting even hotter talking about this. I could even feel my balls beginning to bubble with anticipation.

"Next Friday," she gasped, "I'll invite them over, and if it goes well, I get to watch you fuck another girl!" 

"Okay, Friday then..." 

"Oh fuck yes Fucking Friday we fuck until we're raw and can't fuck anymore and she and I empty your cocks of every last bit of cum!" And with that, I felt her tighten around my cock with that exquisite almost massage her pussy always delivered to my member, as she ground down and gushed like a waterfall breaking through a dam. That was all it took, causing me to rocket a flood of my seed in her, as we grabbed on to each other, holding on tight, trembling from the intensity of the release. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, holding on tight, shaking, not moving, me still hard inside her. After a few minutes, she was the first one to speak.

"Wow. That was incredible. Even for you."

"For us," I corrected her.

"You've never made me cum that hard. Seriously, that was intense."

"You've never been that turned on to start."

"True. But neither have you, Mr. Steely. And you're still hard, oh my god," she said, grinding down on me. I groaned. She carefully pulled off, and immediately dropped to her knees, sucking me into her mouth greedily. "I think," she said, pausing to pull me in, then out, licking me up the underside of my length, "that Friday is going to be beyond fun." I moaned as she devoured me into her mouth, completely reaching the base of my tool with her lips as she slowly cleaned me off. She lightly pushed me back onto the bed, and as she began to suck me harder, I began to daydream a bit about what was to come next week...



Getting Back in the Game Ch. 06



Author's note: Thanks to anybody who's read this far. This chapter came fairly easily, so I'm not yet sure if this is the end of this anthology or if I'll continue it on. I can see benefits to both arguments--don't drag the story on too long, versus is there more life in the characters? Honestly, at this point, I don't know. I'll come to that decision later. But, in the interim, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Remember that votes and comments are the only compensation we authors recieve, so please leave feedback and vote for this story. Thanks!




The night of the discussion and decision was intense, as we were both so charged with sexual energy that we basically fucked, sucked, and licked each other raw and dry. I was sore the next day, but even more than that, the heights and orgasms we brought each other to were unlike anything we had experienced in our relationship before, and that was saying something, as sex with Courtney was always beyond intense. 

She had mentioned preparations in passing, but I wasn't at all sure what we really needed to do. How does one prepare for swinging, other than washing and maybe trimming pubes? I knew we couldn't know the emotional ramifications until afterward, but what was the protocol beforehand? I began to find out at the beginning of the week, when Courtney dragged me to the doctor. She had insisted we get a full panel HIV and STD test, which greatly confused me, but she just deflected my questions, saying "Look, if we're going to be doing this sort of thing with multiple partners, we need to get tested on the regular and be extremely careful. This is just a precaution. Besides, it's probably time anyway for both of us." I acquiesced, knowing she was likely right anyway. Two days later, she came home with the printed results, which she carefully set aside in the house. 

As Friday approached, I was a bit nervous, but also excited. Courtney had been even hornier than normal in anticipation since we had discussed it the previous Thursday, and we had been having sex three times a day, and on Tuesday she even sucked me off twice in addition. On Wednesday, we had sex in the morning and at lunch, but she claimed she was too tired to that evening. I chalked it up to a long day for her at work and we just took it easy. On thursday, I woke up and spooned into her, but as I grabbed her butt and pressed my morning erection into her, she moaned happily, but then reached back, gave my hand a squeeze, and said "Sorry baby, but I have to go in early. No time." I tried to convince her for a few moments, but she was firm, and quickly bounded into the shower and then out the door. When I texted her later to see if she would be coming home for one of the nooners we had been doing all week, she just replied that she was slammed and couldn't make it. But that night, when I tried again to get her into the mood, she admitted that the lack of sex was deliberate. "I need you horny and a bit pent up tomorrow. You'll fuck better for it." Frustrated, I tried to convince her that I needed some relief now, but she was having none of it. She even forbid me from touching myself, telling me that I needed to trust her, that it would make the sex way better.

Friday came, and the day seemed to drag agonizingly slowly. I was so horny that every jogger that went by my home office window seemed to stop my train of thought, and I live right by a major jogging trail. I broke away from work, sweated like crazy at the gym, and tried wailing on a punching bag for a while, but it didn't work, at one point I got so distracted looking over at a particularly gorgeous girl in a sports bra that I missed the bag completely and nearly stumbled my body into it. I really, really needed to get laid.

The evening finally rolled around, and Courtney had very cleverly lured Erin out of the house by buying her and her boyfriend a package at a B & B a couple hours north, calling it an early anniversary present (it was in 2 weeks). She set out a few touches like some candles and a bit of light incense, and we prepared a simple dinner. She asked me to change from the t-shirt and jeans I had on into a slightly nicer t-shirt and khakis. I asked why, and she replied that it would be more "flattering." As she changed in front of me, I watched as she put on a bra that accentuated her cleavage, and the sway of her tits got me a bit engorged. Noticing this, she looked down at my length and said "Aww, poor baby. Are you horny?" 

"You have no idea," was all I could manage.

"Aww, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you," she said with a smile, reaching out to lightly pat my growing hard-on. She reached into my boxers and encircled it, pulling it out, and very lightly kissed the end, giving the slightest and gentlest swirl with her tongue. I groaned, trying as hard as I could not to thrust into her mouth, and she gave my cock one small suck halfway down, right as the doorbell rang. "Perfect timing," she exclaimed. I disagreed, but I tucked it back into my slacks as we went downstairs, hoping that my hardness would subside a bit more as we prepared to greet our guests for the evening. Courtney seemed to pay it no mind, bounding ahead to open the door, and greeting them enthusiastically as they stepped inside.

I was not prepared for what stepped through the door. I had figured on a couple a bit older than Court and a bit younger than me. Instead, they both looked like college juniors. They appeared to be an Indian couple, him about 5'10" I would guess, with a slightly darker complexion. He was slender but obviously decently muscled, in a t-shirt and slacks, with slightly longer hair that came up above his shoulder, horn-rimmed glasses, and a big, easy smile. "Hello, I'm Ravi," he said, with the slightest accent, shaking my hand, and I understood instantly why Court was attracted to him. As he moved past me to come in, I focused on his wife, who was still chatting with Courtney, and was in instant lust, noticing another pulse in my cock, which had been going down up until that point. I thought I noticed her steal a glance down at my crotch, and she quickly whispered something to Court, as they shared a giggle. Then she sauntered over to me.

"Hi. I'm Aranya," she stated, shaking my hand slowly and with a soft, lingering touch. Her accent was a bit more lilting that her hubby's, and her voice and her stare were both captivating. Her tongue quickly wetted her unbelievably pouty, bee-stung lips, which were painted a deep ruby red, and all I could think about was what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. She had long, slightly wavy dark hair, along with the most gorgeous, big, liquid brown eyes I had ever seen in my life. Her gaze completely captivated me. She was short, maybe 5'3", with a tiny yet curvy body, nice hips, and a perky yet full set of breasts. I was so overtaken by lust for a split second, that I nearly forgot to say my name while shaking her hand. I knew in that moment, that despite whatever Court had said about us being under no obligation to follow through with sleeping with them tonight, there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to be inside a creature that gorgeous and sexy. Damn. As she moved toward the couch to join her hubby, Courtney gave me a look like "I told you that you would like." I just grinned back and mouthed my thanks, and she smiled knowingly.

We spent the first part of the evening munching on the asian chicken salad I had thrown together, whilst chatting and getting to know them. At first the conversation was a little bit forced due to the tension in the air—which, come to find out, was all Court, me, and our nervousness. Fortunately, they were both engaging, intelligent, and incredibly charming, putting us at ease until we were ready to move things further.

Aranya knew Courtney because she worked at the language lab office just down the way from hers, and they had struck up conversations over the course of time. She was 21, had just started a grad program in linguistics, and he was three years older, a senior IT guy with a software firm, and it turned out his firm was a former client of mine. They were both born of families in Mumbai, though they had both lived in the states since they were in their early teens when each sets of their parents had gotten jobs over here. Both families were very traditional and Hindu (though they weren't so much, obviously), and they had been married in an arranged marriage four years ago. This intrigued us, especially since they seemed genuinely happy and very much in love, touching and affectionate most of the evening. But most of all, I didn't understand the jump from traditionally arranged marriage to open and swapping partners.

"So how did the whole openness of your relationship come about?" I asked.

"Well, just gradually," Ravi responded. "We had lots of little conversations over time, and really discovered we didn't have a ton of discomfort or limits sexually. Which is ironic because she is only the second woman I had ever slept with, and I was her first."

Aranya smiled at my bemused expression, adding "We realized about two years ago that we had some fantasies about bedding others, and we knew of course that we both had very high sex drives. And the curiosity with one couple we were friends with was driving us absolutely crazy with lust. We would have dinner with them regularly, they were very attractive and sexy, and there was plenty of flirting and bantering, although they never pushed because they didn't want to offend us, knowing that we hadn't ever done anything like that. But there was definitely some sexual tension in the air, and after each time we would rush home and screw like rabbits. So at one point we finally admitted to each other that we really, really wanted to fuck them both. And I found out during this time, through conversations with Cindy, that they were swingers, and there was some interest. So we talked it over, and one night, we tried it, with the understanding between all of us that at any time, if either of us was uncomfortable, we could stop it and back out."

"So what happened?" Courtney and I ended up asking simultaneously, giggling at each other and our obvious titilation toward the topic.

"We didn't want to stop," Ravi interjected. "As a matter of fact, we loved it."

"We slept with them regularly for over year, up until the time John got transferred," Aranya added.

"We've had four other couples since then," Ravi observed, "but nothing that worked out long term."

"We generally like to find one couple and play with them regularly," Aranya mentioned, "but we've had no real luck finding anyone consistent. They all say they want to play and are ready for this, but then bullshit sneaks in."

I smiled a little bit, noting that her adorable lilt made it sound like "Boohl-shit." I asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well," she replied, "they say they understand the ramifications, and that they won't get jealous, and are all ready for swapping, but then they get all uncomfortable after a night or two. Or sometimes, feelings creep in."

"And there is nothing more uncomfortable than being thrust in the middle of another couple's fighting," Ravi added, as Aranya enthusiastically nodded.

"So have you two ever done any of those swinger's clubs or anything similar?" I asked.

"Only once," he said, "And we only watched. We didn't find anybody we were attracted to, and the whole scene was not really our speed, honestly. We left after 2 hours"

"Plus, I have a restriction," Aranya added.

"What is that?" 

"Besides wanting to at least get to know a man a little bit before we go there, obviously," she said, smiling seductively, "I'm allergic to latex. Safety is very important to me, to us. So we try to arrange for testing beforehand." 

"Speaking of which..." Ravi began, as he pulled some papers from out of his jacket pocket, handing them over. I noticed Courtney was already producing ours from earlier in the week, and as Court and Ravi each consulted our respective test results, it hit me: we were really, truly going to do this. It was going to happen. And though I was a bit shaky and nervous, I wanted it to happen more than anything.

I watched Ravi and Aranya look up from the paperwork and smile at each other. I glanced at Court, who was staring into my eyes, looking for any shade of doubt or worry, I'm sure. Instead, I just smiled at her to let her know I was alright if she was. She returned my expression, and we exchanged a brief, passionate kiss. But then we both froze.

"So how do we, uh..." Court began.

Aranya came over and took my hand, as Ravi came up next to Court. "Relax," she said, staring at me, but to both of us, obviously. "We'll just let the night unfold as it ought to."

I let Aranya lead me over to the couch, and we sat down side by side, with her curling up her legs and placing her other hand softly on my lap. We started chit-chatting aimlessly, and she repeated her admonition for me to relax, as she leaned in and softly kissed me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Courtney attack Ravi, but he also admonished her to relax, saying "Slow down gorgeous, we have all night."

She giggled and agreed. "Say," he interjected. "I hear you have quite the patio project going on." This was true, Court had been working on beautifying it and adding plants since she moved in.

"Yes, I do. Would you like to see it?" she said with anticipation in her voice.

"I'd love to." And with that, she almost pulled him by the hand out back. I smiled, thinking about the huge amount of times Court had blown me or we had even fucked out on the back patio.

"Alone at last," Aranya said seductively. I turned and looked into those gigantic liquid pools.

"Yes indeed. Your husband is a clever man," indicating his getting Courtney into her comfort zone on the patio.

"I told him she likes to give head and fuck out on the patio." And with that, she kissed me, opening her mouth and pressing her tongue against mine for a few seconds solid. I was left with the strong, aromatic taste of her mouth, and as she broke away, I was left out of breath from just that short session.

"How did you know that?" I asked, knowing full well the answer, but also knowing that I just needed to keep playing her game and go along as she was ready to advance.

"She told me, obviously," Aranya shot back, tracing her hand along my chest. My heart was starting to beat significantly faster, and I was practically buzzing from her touch, but still fully clothed. This girl was going to be fun. "You know how girls are when they get together. And we have lunch or coffee together every day, depending on our schedules." She kissed me again, and then peppered two light pecks on my neck.

"How did swinging come up?" I asked as I moved in to her earlobe and then worked my way down her own neck.

"You came in one day when she forgot her wallet at home. I told her you were hot, and as the conversation continued on, I casually floated the subject that we were open in order to see how comfortable she was with the subject. She got intrigued, and it kept going, and here we are." This time I kissed her back forcefully, and she reached up under my shirt and began toying with one of my nipples. I grabbed at her, and she fluidly slid onto my lap, facing me as we began kissing with an almost frenetic passion.

"I always love it when a man is a good kisser," she said interrupting, as she began lifting my shirt off overhead, tossing it to the side, then attacking me again.

"Why is that?" I inquired, as I lifted off her top, resuming the kiss as I grasped her back, moving in towards unhooking her bra.

"Because the passion needed ensures that he's going to be an amazing lover," she answered, throwing her bra aside and pressing my mouth into one of her large, pert tits. As I sucked one of her large, pinkish-brown nipples into my mouth, it instantly perked up, and she inhaled sharply. 

"Do you like that?"

"God yes. Don't stop."

I flicked it with my tongue, first lightly and then in a circular pattern. Then I quickly moved on to the other breast, repeating my ministrations as she pressed the back of my head roughly into her and I sucked her nipple in hard.

"Holy shit," she said.

"What?" I pulled back, a bit concerned. 

"Courtney was right, you do have a great tongue. You're definitely giving me head later."

"I was planning on it," I said, unsure how she could think I would pass up the opportunity.

"Good. But me first!" she exclaimed, quickly sliding down to the floor and actually clawing at my pants. I had to raise my hips rapidly as she got me naked so quickly it was almost violent. And she wasted no time grabbing my cock—I was so in awe of the moment I didn't even realize until she took me in her hand that I was so hard my erection almost hurt. She lightly stroked my dick and gently fondled my balls, smiling her approval as she looked up at me, giving it a couple of quick licks before she stood up, stepped back, and quickly shucked her jeans. "I didn't want you to feel alone in your nudity," she teased, and then she dropped to all fours and slowly crawled toward my cock, eyeing it hungrily. She settled on her knees between my legs, clasped her hands behind her back, and started kissing it slowly up from the base, giving it light, flicking little licks with each peck. When she came to the head, she slowly drew her tongue around it several times, then plunged down as she stared up at me with those gorgeous, liquid brown eyes, taking 3/4 of my length with one suck, coming up to the head again, and descending to the base. She kept repeating this, adding a slight side to side twist of her head as she kept staring me directly in the eyes.

I don't think it's an overstatement to say this was easily the best blow job I had ever had. The technique, the eye contact, and her general passion and clear enjoyment of just devouring my cock all had me captivated. I could even tell that she would have let me cum in her mouth with no reservation right then, but I just couldn't let that happen without getting to be inside her for at least a little bit, so after a few minutes of absolute bliss, I had to convince her to stop. That in itself was a a bit of a challenge, because when I first tried to disengage, she simply shook her head and sucked me into her mouth harder. I physically pulled my hips back, popping my cock out of her mouth, and she looked up at me and said "Fine. But I will taste you at some point tonight. Promise me that." Really? How was I going to argue with that? I assured her that, yes, she could suck me off later, and I pulled her up to the couch, sitting her down, kissing her a bit roughly, and gently spreading her legs apart.

I began by lightly tracing the tip of my tongue from the inside of one thigh just above her knee, up to and around her clit, and then back down the other inside thigh. She shuddered a bit and murmured out "Don't tease me. My pussy desperately needs some attention." I slowly settled in and began kissing and licking her outer and then inner lips, noticing that she was already dripping wet. As she gasped a bit, I dipped my tongue directly into her incredibly sweet pussy, lightly addressing her clit for the first time. She moaned as I began working into a regular pattern, as I noticed she seemed to like an alternation of some soft, teasing licks with the tip of the tongue, followed by an aggressive attack with the entire width of the tongue. She started moaning and pushing my head in deeper as I began alternating in some sucks of her clit, and as I quickly snaked one of my fingers into her pussy, I felt it pulse with her first O of the evening. 

I straightened up to stretch my neck and look her in the eye, and she smiled back at me. "Mmm. That was every bit as good as advertised," she said. "Now, would you like to see if you can make me squirt for you?"




Getting Back in the Game Ch. 06



"I'd love to try," I responded.

"Good. I'm going to need another finger in me." I complied, and began slowly moving them in and out of her. I curled up slightly so I could hit her G-spot a bit better.

"Yes, right there," she encouraged me. "It takes a bit, so let me guide you, okay?" she said sweetly, reaching out and gently touching my face, then moving down and lightly tracing her fingers over my hand. "I need you to finger me with some impact, but you're going to need to work up to it. Start pushing in with some impact at the end of each thrust inward." I did as she asked, and watched as her breath quickened a bit and she began pushing her pelvis back into me. "Yes, that's good. Keep that up for a bit." I did as she asked, slowly kissing up her body, trying to keep the same tempo and force as I kissed up her stomach and gave some attention to her breasts. She sucked air in quickly as I hit her nipple, and after a few seconds on each, she grabbed my face and kissed me hard, muttering something that sounded like a "goddamn," but I didn't bother to ask her to repeat herself. Then, clearly but low, she growled a "Harder." I complied, putting some additional effort into my finger-fucking, as the end of each thrust started to make an audible slapping sound. I repositioned my arm to line up right behind my hand, grabbing onto her hip with my other hand, just as she murmured another "Harder." 

Her breathing was really becoming labored now, as she was pushing her hips back at me full force, and my arm was starting to tire a bit. I hoped she was close, as I really didn't want to switch hands and have to work to get her back to the brink. I reached down, gave her clit a few licks to help raise her temperature, which made her squirm a bit with pleasure, and when I came back up, she looked me in the eye and exclaimed "Harder. Slam me as hard as you can." I must have had a look of concern on my face, as I was worried about hurting her, but she said "Don't worry, I can take it!" So, I pulled back and slammed my fingers and hand in as hard as I could, worried that I would make her wince, but instead she just shrieked with pleasure and yelled "Fuck yes, do that again!" I repeated the assault on her pussy, then again, and again, watching and listening as she went through the roof, and trying not to let up as my arm was at this point on fire with pain. Several more thrusts, and finally, she groaned a scream of relief, and I felt a small fountain of girl-cum stream up and hit my arm, chest, and a bit of my chin. Not the firehose I had seen with some girls, but fuck was it hot to watch her squirt all over me. I pulled my fingers out of her slit, scooped up a bit of her cum off my chin, and tasted it, gratified that I had succeeded in getting what was, truly, a hard won orgasm from her. She propped up partially on her elbows, still a bit dazed and glowing, and said "That was amazing. I owe you a big thank you for that. How can I repay you?" she said with a wicked smile. 

"Lie back," I said, intending on sliding up and entering her.

"No. No more oral. I need you to fuck me."

"That's what I was planning on."

"Good," she said, getting up on her knees and guiding me down onto the couch. She quickly swung a leg over me, reached down, and settled onto my shaft in one quick motion. She started into a rhythm as we began to sync our movements, murmuring out a "Oh god that's nice." She stared down into my eyes with that gorgeous dark coffee-colored gaze of hers, and I had to breath deep and clench my butt muscles as I felt a wave of pleasure that made me afraid I might cum prematurely. This woman was perhaps the sexiest creature I had ever been inside, and I wanted to make her cum at least once more before I did. As if sensing my tension, she slowed for a second, put her arms around my neck, kissed me deeply but a bit more tenderly than previously, and whispered to me "Courtney said you were a fantastic lover, and I see she wasn't lying. I'm going to need to fuck you again tonight. And again after that, if you can, you can have my ass. Would you like that?"

"Absolutely. I don't care if we don't sleep a minute tonight."

"Oh, I'll let you sleep for a bit if you need to recharge. But then I'll wake you. We're staying the night, and I intend to drain you dry tonight." 

She raised up and came down as I resumed slamming upward, putting my arms around her waist and crushing her into me. She cried out, as her cunt started to absolutely drip down on my crotch, her juices pooling up a bit before it would run down between my legs and over my hips. It turned me on so much I started pushing in harder, not caring that we were effectively soaking the couch in cum and pussy juice. Our pace quickened, getting much more frenetic, as I felt her first small, almost cute pussy contraction as she ground down agonizingly slowly and grunted hard. "If you fuck me right, you'll be able to make me cum and cum and cum all night," she promised. I stabbed up harder into her as she resumed riding at full speed.

"What position makes you cum hardest?" I asked.

"This is my favorite, riding a man, although I also really love doggy. Would you object to bending me over now? I'd really love to feel that big cock from behind."

"Gladly," I replied, lifting her up as she wrapped her legs around me. I gave her a few hard strokes lifting her up, thrilled as Courtney was too big for me to manage this, but Aranya was so light I could easily manipulate her around. I bent my knees and helped her disengage from my cock as she put her feet on the floor. She grabbed my hand and led me over to the arm of the couch, bending over and leaning against it as I positioned myself behind her. Given the height difference, I had to bend my knees slightly and wiggle downward in order to get inside her, but once I had entered her, she pushed up onto the balls of her feet to accommodate me more fully. We started in to a rhythm, slightly speeding up, when I heard the back sliding glass door open, along with some giggling and banter. I smiled, realizing that I had been so focused on Aranya that I had pretty much forgotten about Courtney and Ravi. They came in, naked, disheveled from what appeared to have been a very good fuck. Courtney was flushed and I could see that her nipples were still erect and her pussy lips somewhat puffy. Aranya leaned back and whispered in my ear "Do you see that? She looks like she's been fucked well. And her juices look like they're still coating my husband's cock." I glanced down and noticed she was right, his somewhat still engorged cock was glistening. I felt myself harden more, and as I pushed into her, she whispered again "Oh, I think that turns you on. Next time do you want to fuck me while we watch them fuck? I love that, I think it's one of the sexiest sights on earth." 

"Yes," was all I could manage to get out.

"Look at them," Ravi motioned to Courtney, grabbing her hand. "Aren't my wife and your lover gorgeous together?"

Courtney stopped, with an almost transfixed look on her face. I slowed my strokes for a second, concerned, until she smiled, and said "That is beautiful. I never realized how much until right now." She reached over and began absent-mindedly playing with Ravi's cock.

"Darling," Ravi called out, "how is your new lover?"

"Amazing," she answered, "he has already made me cum several times, including squirting by his fingers! I think I will need to borrow him many times, Courtney. I love his cock." 

Court giggled. "Of course. As long as I can use your husband freely."

"Anytime," she said with some labor in her breath, and as she pushed back, I felt yet another small pussy contraction, although this one was a bit stronger. She leaned up and whispered to me, "I want to make you cum. You've fucked me so well, I need to return the favor."

"Okay," I responded. "I'm not quite there yet, but a few more minutes and I can be."

"Where would you like to cum?"

"Inside you."

"Okay. Put me on the floor and get on top of me, missionary. I want to feel your weight on me."

I complied, and as we got going, I pulled out quickly, gave her clit a quick spank with my tool, and plunged in, rewarded with another tiny but effective little cum from her. "Oh, you're going to get it now," she said, and with an evil gleam in her eye, wrapped her legs around me and started pumping upward for all she was worth.

"Bring it on," I managed, fucking her with abandon. I could vaguely hear Courtney and Ravi bantering during all of this, discussing our now frenetic fucking, but I was so far gone I had no real awareness of anything they were actually saying.

As my balls began to tighten and I felt the inevitable rising before release, Aranya apparently sensed it, and cried out, "Yes baby, cum deep inside me, fill my pussy up with your juice!" I cried out and released a torrent of seed, pumping once, twice, on, on, and on until my balls literally ached. I nearly blacked out, and when I recovered, I was vaguely aware of Court and Ravi cheering half-jokingly. I kissed Aranya deeply, and she smiled, exclaiming, "Holy shit! That was a lot!"

I pulled out, kissing her body a bit as I moved over beside her to collapse. "I guess I was pent up," I said, glancing at Court. She just arched an eyebrow and smiled smugly.

"I may very well slosh when I walk," she offered back, grinning at me.

Things were silent for a few. In the afterglow, I was surprised to realize, I felt no regret. I wanted to do it again, in fact. I looked over at Court. She was beaming, and came over beside me, kissing me deeply.

"Did you have fun?" I asked her, concerned.

"God yes. It was amazing. And watching you was almost as good just now." She turned to Aranya. "You're a lucky woman. You get to enjoy your husband all the time. He's incredible."

"Yes, he is," she agreed. "But I must tell you that since I've sampled your lover, I want him regularly. He is also amazing. Will you share him with me?" she grabbed Court's hand. "And may I have him this entire evening?"

"Yes. You may give him back to me in the morning utterly exhausted. As long as I may do the same with yours."

They both giggled, and Aranya said "Of course my dear. I'm good at sharing."

We chatted briefly, and it seemed as though everyone was comfortable. Rules were set for the night. We would at least start the next round in view of each other, but were under no obligation to stay in view. No sleeping with our own partners that night. After a quick recovery of water and a playful shower together, Aranya and I came back to the living room, where Courtney and Ravi were casually lounging together nude in the recliner. "Why aren't you two on the couch?" I asked, confused.

"There's a giant wet spot from Aranya's cum," Courtney shot back. I noticed that she had been grinning all night and didn't show any signs of letting up.

"Yes, sorry, she does cum quite heavily when she's really turned on," Ravi offered. "Perhaps you want to consider some slip covers for when you two fuck in the future. We use them on our furniture." I noticed, as he was talking, that he was casually fingering Courtney, and she was very slowly playing with his prick, which, though it was doing the slight windsock effect, appeared to be hardening. Aranya bit my earlobe, and I felt my own temperature raise and my length begin to grow as she very gently fondled my balls. She led me back to the couch, and I didn't object to the wet spot we ended up plunking down in. 

We kissed and fondled briefly, stealing glances at them across the room. She kissed me, then whispered "Look, she's taking my husband's cock in her mouth," indicating for me to look. "She really does seem to love sucking cock, that woman of yours. Is she good at it?"

"Amazing. And so hungry for it."

"I am too," she observed, as she bent down and took me into her mouth. As I watched Court work her oral magic on Ravi, Aranya darted up, looked over at them, then grabbed my cock almost roughly and asked "Remember, when we are done fucking, you promised me that I could taste your seed. I want you to not forget that, okay?" I nodded and grunted my agreement. "Okay, I'm holding you to that," and with that, she resumed her attention, sucking my entire length into her mouth while giving me that incredible, melting gaze. I concentrated on her for a bit, only to see that Ravi was now between Courtney's legs, giving her sensitive nub attention. I closed my eyes and felt the sensations of Aranya's mouth wash over me, while Courtney's moans got louder and more insistent. This, I thought, must be a good glimpse of heaven.

After a few, I pushed Aranya off, and went down on her. I was able to lick and give her a bit of light fingering to get her quick clitoral cum, but when I lined up to do the fingering trick she liked so much, she shook her head. "It'll take too long, and too much of it makes my pussy sore. I need you to just fuck me a bit more tonight, please." I resumed licking her opening, gently sucking her clit into my mouth, and as she arched up into me and cried out, she started tapping me on the shoulder frenetically. I looked up, and she said insistently "Look! My husband is entering your lover. It's so sexy..." And as I looked over, I saw him guiding the head of his cock into Courtney's eager slit, as she spread her legs wide and threw her head back with a low moan while he pushed in slowly. I watched for a moment as they began screwing primally, full of lust, as Aranya quickly grabbed me, pulling me upward, jamming her tongue down my throat, and then insistently grabbing my member and guiding me in. We began fucking in a rhythm that can only be described as rutting, slamming at each other, grunting, and within minutes we were covered in sweat and the secretions from her seemingly constant dripping pussy.

We had somehow moved down to the floor at this point, and she had splayed her legs wide for me, and then managed to put them up on my chest, with her feet near either side of my head, which was enjoyable because I could vary my strokes between hard and soft intensity but still get incredibly deep, plus I had a great view of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, coated with her juices. I looked up and noticed Ravi was looking over, trying to get a glimpse, and was talking to Courtney, pointing out the view to her as well. "Move over closer here, if you don't mind," he said. Aranya and I scooted slowly several feet over, as when I tried to pull out she grabbed on to my ass and shook her head while looking me in the eye, so I took the hint.

Courtney was riding on top of Ravi, her long, powerful legs wrapped around him, moaning deeply and sharply the way she did as one of her deep rolling orgasms built up. Aranya pulled a neat trick, flipping her legs to the side and then around, moving us into doggy position while keeping my cock firmly embedded in her the entire time. She knelt up briefly, reached back and lightly caressed my ass, and then leaned over and deeply kissed her husband. "I love you Ravi."

"I love you Aranya."

"You should kiss your woman too," she said softly to me.

As I leaned in, Courtney darted forward, kissing me with as much passion as I'd ever felt from her. As she leaned back, she gripped my hand, and she squeezed it tightly as she came, and as she clamped down on my hand, I pushed harder into Aranya, who gasped. Within a few seconds, I felt her pussy contract firmly around my cock as she came again. As I glanced down, I noticed Aranya and Ravi also tightly clasping hands. I stepped back mentally, realizing what an odd, yet erotic and amazing coupling and flow of energy this was, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Courtney caught my eye, and I realized she was thinking and feeling the exact same thing, and our gaze spoke nothing but love and enjoyment to each other. She let go of my hand with a soft squeeze, and I understood the message unspoken clearly—that she loved me, and we would return to each other shortly, but for now to enjoy myself and focus on the woman I was with.

Aranya motioned me to roll over, and she ended up on top again. For a little bit, she placed her feet flat as she began using her legs to piston up and down on my member. As I felt her pussy juice yet again flow freely down the inside of my thighs and my hips, I turned over to see Courtney sucking on Ravi with great abandon, and I watched as he arched up and clearly came in her mouth. She bobbed down eagerly, then came up and tilted her head back, slowly swallowing his load. She turned and smiled. "Your husband tastes nice. Almost a bit spicy."

"He drinks about a gallon of chai and coffee a day," Aranya said back, smiling. "But I think I need to taste your man now, too. It'd only be fair."

Court reached over and lightly brushed her fingers across my chest, flicking my nipple gently in the way she knew always drove me nuts. "You hear that, baby? She's begging for you to fill her mouth up. She wants your cum in her mouth and down her throat, please. Please, let me see you cum in her mouth, pretty please?" And with that, Aranya quickly dismounted, and started sucking my cock like there was treasure in it. She bobbed up and down the entire length vigorously, as Courtney kept up her plaintive, lightly teasing banter about me cumming in her mouth, and after a couple of minutes, I unloaded hard as Aranya latched on and let me fill her mouth.

When she was done milking my cock, she straighten up, half closing her eyes as she appeared to almost savor my cum, then swallowed with a satisfied smile. "Yummy," she beamed. "I will definitely enjoy more of that in the future."

We were all a bit spent and sweaty, so we just lounged a bit where we were, nude, until we were motivated enough to move. We ate a light snack and had some more fluids—I had to grin, watching Aranya down what looked like a half gallon of water. "I think I cum so much it dries me out," she said with a sheepish grin.

After a bit, we broke apart, Courtney and Ravi agreeing to stay downstairs and possibly utilize the guest room if they wanted a bed. Aranya and I went to the bedroom, and we cleaned each other off in the shower again, her paying special attention to my privates. I was a bit tired, but she got me to half-mast as we were ready to get out—she seemed to be quite adept at turning a man on, all it really took was for her to look up at me the right way while touching me. When we trudged back into the bedroom, she asked me for lube, and she began pumping me to full hardness with her mouth and then lubed up hand. Once I was ready, she bent over, kneeling on the bed, and gently guided me into her tight rear opening. I pushed at the outer ring of her asshole, which gave way without too much effort, but it took about a half dozen thrusts before her inner ring opened and accommodated me completely.

While anal doesn't do a lot for me, it obviously was fun for her, and that's what I was enjoying about it the most. As I pistoned in and out of her, she admonished me not to cum in her ass. "It takes forever to come out, it's a mess."

"Where then? Your mouth again?"

"Ass to mouth? No thank you! Cum on my tits. You can fuck them if you like." 

I must have grinned like a fool at the suggestion, because shortly afterward, she pulled me from her ass, and quickly began thrusting me between her pressed together tits. They were wonderfully firm, and just enough to comfortably surround the meat of my cock. The feeling was divine, and after a few minutes of this, aided, of course, by more dirty talk from her, I blasted about four solid pumps of cum across her chest and neck. As she spoke her approval, I admired the way my thick whitish cum contrasted against her darker skin. Goddamn, it was hot.

This time, I was pretty nearly spent. We cleaned off one more time, still playful and touching, but solidly well-fucked and well-cummed. We cuddled up in bed, chatting a bit, with me on my back and her leaning against my chest. After a few minutes, she dropped off, snoring lightly with her hand on my chest. I looked over at the clock—it was just after 2am. I closed my eyes, and even though I was trying just to rest them, I quickly fell asleep, too.




Getting Back in the Game Ch. 06



I awoke several hours later to Aranya sucking my cock again. I smiled, just as she poked her head out from under the sheet, and she smiled back, kissed me, and mounted me without a word. We fucked like that again, with her riding me at a more measured pace, and the glorious feel of her wetness slowly cascading down me. Eventually, I came one last time inside her, and she grinned and kissed me deeply, making out with me until I slowly softened and fell out of her. Reluctantly, she slid to the side of me, and we fell asleep once more.

I awoke later on, to Aranya moving around near me, having gotten out of the shower. I noticed it was starting to get light outside. 

"Good morning my new lover," she beamed.

"Good morning yourself," I responded.

"Thank you for an amazing night."

"Thank you." I leaned up and kissed her deeply.

"Ravi is tired and so am I. We are going to head home. But we did want to have you both over to our place next weekend, if you're up for it?"

"Oh, we will most definitely be."

"Good. Also, I sent you my number in a text. I may have to swing by and visit you for lunch some day this week," she grinned. 

I smiled back. "I can't wait."

She kissed me goodbye and I collapsed back on the bed as she walked out, still partially nude. I looked over at the clock, it was about 6am. I dozed off and woke up a few minutes later as Courtney came up with a plate with fruit, toast, and some yogurt. She was freshly showered and in her robe, but she looked exhausted. "I let the dog out, and I figured you could use some food after this night." I graciously accepted and we both devoured the food, I couldn't remember being this hungry for ages.

As I slowed, I looked up at her, and asked "How are you feeling?" I was worried for a second that perhaps she would have some mixed feelings about this whole enterprise, even though it had been her idea.

"I'm utterly exhausted. I haven't slept a wink. That man wore me out!" 

"That's not what I meant."

"I know," she responded with a smile. "I'm fine, if that's what you're asking. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. They want us to come to their house next week for dinner and more fun."

"Yes, Aranya mentioned that to me, too."

"Okay. Well, I'm game, and it sure seemed like you're ready to keep fucking her for a long time. You seemed to have fun. Looks like she's a fantastic lover."

"She is, I'm definitely game to fuck her again. How was he?"

"Good. He's a good lover. He's younger, so he didn't fuck me quite as long as I like, but he had what seemed like endless energy. God, Martin, we went six times tonight, and he came every time. It was unreal!"

"Wow."

"Yes. And yes, I had a great time, and I'd like to swing again. Especially with them. But in the interim, I want to lay down with you, and enjoy being with the man I love." And with that, she threw off her robe, and started to crawl into bed.

"Ok. Um, you might want to let me change the sheets. She came a lot."

"I'm too tired to care. Just cuddle up with me, please."

And with that, I slid next to her, and we fell asleep almost instantly.

I woke several hours later, with her slowly stroking my face. "Good morning," she said.

"Is it?" I asked.

"It's 11, so yes," she giggled. "God, this bed is lousy with the smell of her Aranya's cum. What did you do to her?" I just grinned in response. She kissed me. "Did you know she left you a note?"

"No. Where?"

She reached over to the nightstand on her side of the bed, and produced a small handwritten card. "Dearest Martin," she began. "Look, she put a heart by your name," she teased me.

I grabbed for the note, but she avoided my hands, rolling over to block me with her back, so I grabbed and tickled at her ribs, as she cried out "Stop! Listen, I want to read this to you!"

"Okay," I acquiesced, pressing my body into her back and grinding into her ass.

"That's better," she said, firmly but teasing. "Now. Dearest Martin. Thank you for an absolutely amazing evening. You are an incredible man and lover and Courtney is an extremely lucky girl. You made me cum so many times last night, I lost count. My pussy is sore. I'm so glad we found you two, and I cannot wait for all the future encounters we will have, all the incredible fun that is yet to be shared. Thank you both, but thank you for every wonderful thing you did to me last night and this morning! Aranya. Oh, and there's a PS: You and I need to meet up this week. I can't wait until the weekend to get my necessary dose of that cock!"

"Wow," was all I could manage.

"Wow indeed. What did you do to her?"

"Nothing I haven't already done to you."

"Well, that may have been enough," she said, rolling over and kissing me deeply. "God, you're even lousy with the scent of her all over you! You reek of cum and girl."

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't have a chance to shower yet." I started to get up, but Court grabbed me.

"No. Don't clean up yet."

"What?"

"It's kind of a turn on."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm getting wet. Here, see," as she guided my fingers to her pussy, which was, indeed, dripping. "Up for another round?" My abs were killing me, my entire body sore, but I knew I could keep one erection, just barely, as long as I didn't have to move too much.

"You'll have to do all the work," I offered.

"Gladly," she said, as she gingerly pushed me back and settled down onto my cock. We slowly began a very gentle rut, with her kissing me gently as she looked down at me and softly whispered "I love you." 

Slowly, gently, I kissed her back. "I love you too."

We continued on with this slow, almost delicate fuck, until we were both spent and exhausted, collapsing on the bed, touching each other. "I hope you enjoyed that, lover. I'm going to need some time to recover before we can go again, sorry."

"No, it's okay, me too," I added.

"I've loved every minute of this, though. And I don't think I've ever felt closer to you, Martin."

"Me either," I said, meaning it.

I held on to her tightly, never wanting this moment to end.

"Just think," she said, "this is just the beginning."



Getting Back in the Game Ch. 07



Author's note:

After some time off writing, I decided to come back with another piece of this story. I felt like there was at least enough life for another chapter or two. Please, give it a vote, as votes and comments are the only payment we receive.

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"Another hour of growth, or pain really"

Aranya laughed as she pulled up to the little gym. I shrugged as I checked for all my things, patting my pockets and picking up my bag. As I was fussing around, she pulled me to her lips and aggressively kissed me.

"I can't believe we're not going to get to do that again..." She said lowly.

"We'll come visit you guys," I offered, trying to cheer her up.

"Yeah, maybe once or twice a year at most" she pouted. "That's not nearly enough, and you know it."

"I know. But at least Ravi's promotion is worth the move." He was receiving a generous raise worth 1/3 of his salary, plus an adjustment for the increased cost of living in New York.

"Yes, but I wish I could take you and your cock with us." She cooed. Damn, I was going to miss this girl.

"Didn't I give you enough this weekend?" I teased. We had been at each other non-stop for the last two days. I was sore in places I didn't know could get sore.

"It's never enough for me, you know that." She kissed me hard again, and then pulled back to give me a tender peck on the lips. "Leave now before I fuck you again right here!"

"Okay, okay," I laughed, getting out of the car.

"Seriously, tell us when you book the tickets to come out."

"I will, promise."

"Goodbye lover."

I exited the car, a bit bittersweet. Yes, I was sore after a solid weekend away with Aranya, so much so I had nearly cancelled this session. On the other hand, I was a bit disappointed I wouldn't be seeing her again—she had been my constant play partner for nearly a year now, and Courtney and I had become good friends with her and her husband in addition to the sex. So, a bit sad though I was, I shrugged it off and went into Laurie's studio, where she was standing behind the counter that served as her welcoming desk and storage. "Hey Martin," she called out, not quite as chipper as usual, but not without enthusiasm. I greeted her back and grabbed the heart rate monitor she was holding out to me, reaching behind to strap it on.

I had been seeing Laurie since I had joined a crossfit class four plus years ago, and when she had set up her own studio, I decided to keep using her as a private one-on-one trainer. The expense was a bit much, but I had a certain bit of loyalty to her because I truly thought she delivered some good results. Plus she was a friend, someone I genuinely liked, and, truth be told, she was fantastic to look at. Even though I had never had any indication she had more than a mild crush back. She was the epitome of a "MILF," in her late 30's but still smoldering, tiny, at about 5'2" and I don't think more than 105 lbs, but her body was in incredible shape, and not overly buff the way some fitness gals get. She had a spectacularly cute and firm butt, legs that were pure perfection, and nice, perky little C-cup breasts that were absolutely fantastic. Her face was gorgeous and chiseled, with gigantic blue eyes framed by long brown hair so dark it was almost black. I had been smitten by her for quite some time, though I had never tried anything due to relationships and bad timing, and truth be told, I was quite content to just be friendly and see her at the occasional mutual friend's barbecue or whatever outside of her studio. 

"We're doing endurance today," she said, leading me into the gym, and I groaned a bit, since that was my least favorite...

An hour later, I was wishing her a good day, and greeting Courtney enthusiastically as I got in her car (I was without a car for several days, as I had sold both of mine to afford a new SUV I was waiting to be delivered). She kissed me, the giggled and said "You definitely need a shower."

"Sorry," I apologized sheepishly.

"No, it's fine. I like the smell of her on you. That's hot. It's the BO that's turning me off." And with that, she put the car in gear and headed home. I showered, and, energized by my workout, tore into Courtney later that night.

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Two days later, Laurie was again showing me my workout results from the monitor on a tablet. "Martin, can I ask you a serious question?" Lori said, leveling a rather somber gaze my way.

"Sure," I replied, a bit uneasy at her tone.

"How long have we known each other?"

"About four years?" I replied. "Why?"

"Not to poke my nose into your business, but are you and your girlfriend okay?"

"Great. Why do you ask?"

"Well...I'm not sure how to put this."

"Just say it. You know I don't offend easily," I shot back.

"Okay..." she exhaled, closed her eyes for a second, and then continued. "So, I saw you kissing another girl when you arrived on Monday. And I don't want to be an ass or tell you how to live your life, but if you're going to step outside your relationship, perhaps you shouldn't be quite so brazen? I don't want to get involved in anybody's love life drama, but if you carry on like that in public, she's going to find out. And she's a sweet girl who doesn't deserve to get hurt." She paused and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and then staring directly at me before adding "That's all I'm going to say on the subject."

I laughed, which only seemed to confuse her. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just relieved that's all you were worried about."

"What?!"

"It's not what you think, really. I'm not cheating on her. Courtney and I have an open relationship."

"A what?" she asked.

"An open relationship," I repeated.

"So...you sleep with other people?"

"Well, yes, exactly."

She paused, seeming to catch on her words. "So...she knows about that girl?

"Yes. And her name is Aranya. She's moving away with her husband and that was the last time I was going to see her for probably a long while, so she was a bit more enthusiastic in public. Usually we're a bit more discreet."

"She's married too?!"

"Yes, and Courtney was seeing her husband for a bit."

"And everybody was okay with this?" She asked.

"Yeah. We'd even have fun in the same room occasionally."

"Wow."

"Yes."

"So...do you guys do that whole swinger club scene?"

"No," I replied, "we really don't care for that much. We usually find people we want to have some long-term encounters with, and have fun that way."

"Wow."

"Did I shock you?" I laughed.

"Only a little bit," She said with a slight smile. "You guys just seem so very normal."

"Well, we are. We just also like sex a lot, and really don't have a problem sharing."

"Wow," she repeated.

I could tell I had weirded her out a little bit, so I told her that Courtney was waiting for me (which was true—her car was getting a new AC system put in, and she was using mine in the interim—and I made my exit. As I got into the car, Courtney kissed me passionately, glad to see me. She reached over as if to put the car in gear, but instead reached into my shorts, grabbing my cock and jerking it aggressively for a few moments. She reached down, gave it a few loving licks, and just as I was starting to really stiffen up, tucked it inside my shorts, and said "More to come after you shower, mister." I groaned a bit, and she put the car in gear and turned and waved. Horrified, I realized Laurie was staring out the door at us, waving back. As the parking lot was on a bit of a downward slope from her little gym, I freaked a bit.

"Do you think she saw us?" I asked, panicked.

"God I hope so. That'd be so hot to have Laurie watch us," she teased. 

"She did see us, didn't she?"

"I think so, her eyes were kind of big." And with that, she laughed and pulled out of the lot nonchalantly.

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"Oh fuck, harder," she groaned, as I pushed up into her. I was sitting on the edge of the couch (my daughter was in NYC for 2 months on an internship, so we were enjoying the freedom to walk around naked and have sex anywhere we pleased), and Court was on my lap with her legs wrapped around me, which was fun, as it allowed me get nice and deep, but since she wasn't a small girl (she measures a very womanly and curvy 5'10" and 165lbs), there was no swinging or moving her around with abandon. My legs were feeling a bit of burn.

"Oh god, push me up harder, Martin."

"I'm trying," I responded, breathing heavily, "just a bit sore."

"Mmmm, did little Laurie leave you sore?" she asked.

"Yeah, she did."

"Mmm, poor baby, take your frustrations out on me. Fuck me like you're mad at her."

"Unh," was all I could manage in reply.

"You'd like to fuck her little pussy into submission, wouldn't you? I bet you could bounce and toss her little spinner frame around with no problem," Court replied. "Wouldn't that be fun?" She liked to talk dirty to me, and ever since we'd started swinging, she'd talk about other women during sex. She swore it made me fuck her harder.

"I'd love that."

"Oh god, I'd love to watch you two fuck. You bouncing that perfect little ass from behind. Lifting her up by her little hips and impaling her on your big thick cock." She pushed me backward on the bed and motioned me to scoot up, then slid back on to my shaft, putting her knees beside my hips as she got into a rhythm of riding me. "God I want to see that so bad. You grabbing that perfect little ass from behind and just plowing away, pushing in to her until she can't take anymore of your big dick." I arched up into her harder and took one of her nipples into her mouth, knowing it would get her closer to cumming. "Oh yeah, you like that idea, don't you? You want to abuse that tiny little pussy until it can't take another stroke, I can tell. You'll fuck her on top of you, on her side, lift her up and impale you, doggy that little bubble butt. And I'll watch and get wet as can be, then after you cum, I'm going to slowly blow you back to full attention, and fuck you right after. The only question will be, do you cum in her cute little mouth, or do you fill up that tiny little pussy with your spunk and then I slowly lick it out of her cunt, then clean you off with my tongue and climb on your dick and fuck the shit out of you?"

That did it, the image of Courtney eating Laurie out sent me over the edge, and I pumped her pussy absolutely full of cum, what felt like maybe a dozen or more squirts, grunting a deep, guttural moan as I did so. That set Courtney off, and she screamed out "Holy shit baby! Fu-u-u-u-uck!!" as her pussy clenched and oozed, keeping me lodged in her very tight cunt. She collapsed against my chest, and we both breathed hard, coming down and catching our wind again. She leaned in and kissed me hard.

"I think you like that fantasy," she teased.

"Of course. She's hot and that was some steamy shit you were spinning."

"Yeah, it just came easy. You, my dear, came incredibly hard, though."

"Yeah, it was you talking about going down on her after I fucked her. I've never heard you talk about a girl that way." Court was normally not much interested in women beyond some light contact, so the whole idea was novel.

"Normally, no. But she's just incredibly sexy, there's just something about her...I don't know, I'm not saying I'm willing to play around with any woman, but I sure wouldn't mind licking Laurie's pussy."

I paused, a little surprised. "Wow."

"Yeah, I know. So maybe you should work on getting her over here one night."

"I don't think that's in the cards."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Well, she saw me making out with Aranya the other day. And when she asked me if we were okay, I was honest with her, and she was really shocked about the whole open relationship discussion."

"Yeah? Interesting."

"Why is that?"

"Well, I know her ex-boyfriend. He used to work with me last year at the college. He confided a few things about her."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She's not conservative at all in the sack, from what he said."

"Interesting. I still don't think she'd be into a threesome."

Maybe not. Few women are that comfortable. I've always wondered, though, why didn't you go for her when you were single?"

"I don't know," I replied, "it just never happened. We've both been in relationships, and I respect her and she's a friend, mostly."

"Huh," Courtney mused, a small smile on her lips.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing, just lost in thought," she said, shaking her head.

Several days passed. I saw Laurie a few times in that interval, and I noticed that she suddenly seemed a bit more friendly. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or if she just was in a good mood, but I noticed bigger smiles from her and that she seemed a bit more tactile. She kept on giving me small and gentle touches on places that were mostly innocent, but I couldn't help but think that maybe Courtney was right. After two sessions of her touching my arm, back of the hand, etc, I took a risk and asked her if she wanted to join me and Courtney for the first Friday art gallery event later in the week. She politely declined, however, and told me she already had some plans that night. I quickly gave up on the idea and told Courtney about it when I got home. She just nodded and halfway smiled, and I buried the idea out of my head.

That Friday came, and though I usually went in the morning to my gym, Laurie called me and asked me to reschedule for the end of the day. I was a bit annoyed, as I liked normally to get my workout in earlier, but I agreed. I arrived at 7pm, I was a bit tired and a bit grumpy. "There's my closer!" she shot cheerfully, and I couldn't help but smile. 

Usually she would just bark commands at me and I'd go through the routine. Every once in a while, though she liked to work out beside me. Apparently, today was that day. We started off on the treadmill, her putting me through intervals of jogging, running, and all out sprinting. After that, she had me on the rowing machine, Then doing some free weights, and then some bodyweight exercises with straps that were anchored on the wall.

By the time we were approaching done, I was literally dripping sweat. In her usual manner, Laurie would reach out and correct my form and posture a little bit during the class. However, today, it almost seemed to like her hands were lingering a little tiny bit longer on various parts of my body then they usually did. And as she was leaning a little bit closer, I was finding myself, despite all the physical exertion, a bit aroused by her touch and proximity. She had small but very strong hands, and she had grabbed my hips several times to adjust my alignment. I looked at the clock, trying to will it to go a bit faster so that I could get home and hopefully convince Courtney to fuck me, or at the very least, to jerk off and relieve some of this tension.

We finished up doing a sort of leaning forward chest fly exercise with the straps and yet again, Laurie was right up against me, correcting my form. I could feel myself beginning to swell a bit in my shorts, and I was worried that she would notice. And to make this sweet torture worse, she squatted down in front of me, and began nudging my legs into a slightly better position. When she lifted her head, I noticed her mouth was a couple of feet away, but still directly in front of my cock. She looked up at me with a slight little smile, her eyebrow raised a tiny bit, but didn't say anything. I felt myself redden, beyond even the flush I already had from exercising. "Okay, that's good!" she called out, as the timer went off for the last time. As she looked up, a droplet of sweat fell off my head and directly onto her forehead. "Shit, I'm sorry," I said.

"It's okay," she said 

"Yeah, but that's a little gross."

"Not really, I'm drenched myself," she replied.

"Yeah but that's yours, not my male BO and stink,"

She deliberately raised herself up, her face inches from mine. "I don't mind a sweaty man," she replied lowly, "as a matter of fact, I think it's really sexy to see and feel a hot guy covered in sweat."

We were inches away, and my pulse was rising despite the fact that my work was over. "Really?" I asked.

"Absolutely."

"How about now?"

She slowly blinked at me. She smiled. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." And she quickly scurried over to the wall, shutting down equipment. "I'll see you Monday, ok?"

"Ok, sounds good," I said, inwardly cursing. Courtney was right, it seemed, but I was never going to get a chance to find out what she was like in bed. She was just too conservative at heart, despite the moments that promised interest and fun from her. I broke away, grabbed my bag, and called out a goodbye as I hit the door.

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I raced home, annoyed but at least grateful that I would be able to fuck Courtney. When I arrived, though, I was a bit surprised to find her in front of the bathroom mirror, getting ready to go out. "Shower and put on something nice, lover, I want to go dancing." I shrugged, since we had only gone dancing once in the year-plus we had been together, and a few more times at weddings, but I also knew it would get her revved up and in the mood to play later, so I wasn't going to complain.

I showered, shaved, changed, and applied some cologne, and shortly we were downtown, in some club I'd heard advertised but had never been to. I didn't much care for these types of hangouts, as I usually felt like the old man lurking there, but Court assured me that since I was already possessed of a hot young girlfriend, I had nothing to worry about in that department. The DJ was advertised as somebody semi-notable from Miami, and I could definitely feel the Cubano vibe as he worked in Latin beats amongst the usual top 40 rap and dance pop these places seemed to love. I went out and danced up a storm with Court for several songs, her swaying seductively, pressing her hips into me, and doing all the usual things she knew too well drove me into a frenzy. She had donned a tight, short white dress with gold trim that hugged her body amazingly, showing off every lovely curve, and she wrapped her arm around me and thrust her bosom against me, giving me her best "fuck me" look. I reveled in it, knowing full well that she was getting just as worked up as I was, and that I was definitely going to get laid later. To be clear, I'm only a so-so dancer, but I'd long ago figured out that the main thing girls want is for you to just go out there and try, and I had enough rhythm to keep up with her, especially to basic thumping beats like this.

"Do you see that?" she leaned in and asked.

"What?"

"We're getting stares," she replied.

"Probably our age difference," I replied.

"I think it's probably that a lot of the girls in here want to fuck you," she retorted. 

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "More like the fact that I'm with one of the hottest girls in the club."

"Smooth. And that doesn't hurt your status, babe, but seriously, you're getting a few looks. I bet we could get you a playmate tonight." I glanced around, and did notice a few girls glancing my way.

"Probably you too," I remarked, noticing a few male eyes on Court.

"Not in the mood tonight," she grinned. "I want to watch you fuck another girl." I nearly stumbled, a bit startled, but also turned on.

"Really?!"

"Yes, honey. I really want to see that tonight. I want to take someone home and watch you plow the shit out of her."

I didn't know what else to say, so I smiled my approval and we kept dancing. After a few more minutes, I felt my bladder calling, and went to the restroom. On my way out, I got approached by a short, very petite brunette with hair just above the shoulder and lovely olive skin.

"Hi."

"Hi back. I'm Martin." I offered my hand.

"Elyssa," she replied, gripping mine gently but suggestively. 




Getting Back in the Game Ch. 07



"Dance?"

"Love to."

We moved out on to the floor. She wasn't as good or as seductive a dancer as Court, but she was still sexy and plenty of fun. She was thin as a wisp, probably all of a size 3, and had some small, perky breasts (I'd guess small B-cups) inside her lacy black tank top. She had great little round hips, but her stomach, which was shown off strategically, had wonderful little lines showing some great definition. The music changed to some R & B-infused hip hop, with some girl singing (I didn't know most of the playlist for the night, my clubbing days were two decades ago when I had been dating Erin's mother), and she perked up, moving her hips solidly to the rhythm. "I love this song," she declared, sidling her lower body up against me while locking her large brown eyes on mine. I took the opportunity to snake my hand back behind her, placed halfway behind the small of her back and her butt. She smiled and seemed to meld even closer with me, if possible.

We stayed in that rhythm until the song ended, at which point she stepped back slightly, and made a show of fanning herself with her hand. "Would you like a drink?" I asked, and she nodded eagerly. We ambled over to the bar, and she ordered a cocktail, but I grabbed water (I was driving and also figured I didn't need to get sloppy that night, if I was to have any luck with Courtney's plan). I scanned for her surreptitiously, and saw her seated at a small table at the other end of the bar, sipping a drink. She smiled and arched her eyebrow at me, and I followed Elyssa, who was navigating toward a table away from the noise of the dance floor. As she sat down, I scooted in across from her.

"Thank you, I was getting overheated out there."

"Me as well," I replied.

"May I ask you a question?" 

"Sure. And another as well."

She smiled at the dumb joke. "That girl I saw you with earlier. The redhead..."

"Yes..."

"Are you here with her tonight?"

"Yes. She's my girlfriend."

"Ah. So is she okay with watching you spend time with another girl? I saw her over at a table, but when I glanced over while we were first dancing, she just smiled and nodded like it was okay."

There was a bit of nervousness and also excitement in Elyssa's eyes. I glanced at her face, taking in the very faint freckles you could almost miss on her cheeks and nose.

"Yes, she's okay with me dancing and hanging out with other girls. I think she enjoys watching it all."

"Ah. So she likes to watch?"

What timing. I had been taking a swig off my water bottle, and at that comment, I nearly choked. She smiled at my reaction, the corners of her mouth curling up a bit suggestively, but also a slightly tentative look in her eyes, like she was testing the waters. Wow, the younger generation really did move a bit quicker than mine!

"Yes. She does indeed get great satisfaction from watching."

"Really?" she replied, glancing briefly over at Courtney, and then back to me. "Would she enjoy it if I kissed you right now?"

"I think so. But I'd enjoy it even more."

With that, she jutted her head forward, her small fingers snaking through the hair on the back of my skull. Her lips met mine abruptly, but gently, and after a few seconds, her lips parted, and our tongues touched playfully. We held the kiss, making out for a few more moments until she broke the contact. She turned her head abruptly, checking Courtney again, who had a look of total satisfaction and lust playing across her face.

"You're right. She does enjoy watching." She paused for a second, a little smile playing across her lips. "And I think I like it when she does."

We resumed kissing, and were getting a bit more urgent, when her phone buzzed. She reached down, and quickly dismissed the text. We went back to kissing, and then another went off. "Goddammit," she muttered, looking down. "I'm sorry, it's my best friend, I have to see what she needs. Give me 5 minutes, I'll be right back." She excused herself, and went towards the entrance of the club, dialing her phone as she went off. 

Courtney came over, putting her lips near my ear and saying "What happened? It looked like everything was going great for a second, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, she had to call a friend back."

"Okay. Well, nice work so far, stud," she smiled.

I just grinned back at her, and she kissed me with a long, lingering lip lock. As we broke apart, Elyssa came up.

"Hi, sorry about that," she said. "I'm Elyssa."

"Courtney," Court responded, meeting her hand.

"Listen, I hate to do this, but I really need to dash. I have a friend who's having a boyfriend crisis, and she really needs someone right now. But I don't want this evening to have been a waste. Can we continue this again? I'll give you my number."

"Sure," I responded, pulling out my cell. She took it from me, and quickly added a contact, putting in her info. She dialed it, dismissed the call on her phone, and said "I'll be in touch soon, I promise. I'm so sorry about tonight, but I'll definitely make it up to you both." And with that, she turned, violently kissed me goodbye, smiled at Court, and dashed off.

"Well, that was interesting," I remarked to Court.

"For sure. But I have a feeling she'll call soon."

"You sure?"

"Pretty sure. She obviously gave you the right number. Her voice sounded like it was genuine regret. And she obviously is in to you."

"You think so?" I asked. Almost on queue, my phone buzzed with a text.

Elyssa Jordan:

Thank you for tonight. Sorry to run. We WILL get together soon handsome, promise ;)

I smiled big. Court looked over at me. "Way to go stud. I guess you're just going to need to content yourself tonight with little old me, if you can manage."

"Oh, what a horrible alternative," I said with mock indignation. I looked up at Courtney, and her eyes were focused across the room. "Hello?"

"Relax, stud. I think your luck just improved, if possible."

I looked up. Laurie was in the middle of the dance floor, her eyes fixed on Courtney.

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I had started to get up initially, but Courtney admonished me to stay put. Instead, I had watched her sashay over to Laurie, and after a few moments of close talking, they had begun dancing. Court had pointed at me as if admonishing me to stay, and I obeyed, wondering what was actually going on and if I was really going to get a chance with Laurie tonight. Meanwhile, they played it up. Laurie, as always, looked gorgeous, but I realized that this was the first time I had really seen her done up to full effect—before had always been workout clothes or jeans and casual wear. She had on a loose, small black dress that had about as much material as a long T-shirt, with a sparkly effect, plunging neckline, and ended just inches below her crotch. Guys began to stare as she and Courtney put on a show, and I was mesmerized, watching them grind on each other to the rhythm of the beat. They contrasted so well, with Laurie's tight, small, toned frame and tan skin next to Court's tall, curvy, ivory presence. Finally, Courtney made a big show of kissing Laurie deeply, their tongues intertwining, and I swear a guy craned his head so hard in shock that he tripped! I was beginning to get seriously worked up, when thankfully, they both stopped, and came back to the table.

"Hey Martin, fancy meeting you here!" Laurie piped up.

"Likewise," I shot back.

"I'm so glad you decided to come, I thought you had decided against it," Court said.

"Yeah, well, I was on the fence for a bit, but then I decided, 'what the hell,'" she replied.

"Did you enjoy our little show, honey?" Court asked.

"Enjoy? Hell, I thought I was going to cum right there."

"No, that wouldn't be right," Laurie shot back. "Not until later."

I exhaled loudly, trying to will my dick to behave, as I knew these slacks had a tendency to broadcast any movement below. "Can I bother you two for a ride?" she inquired.

"Um, where to?" I asked.

"Wherever you're going," Laurie shot back, leveling her gaze right at me, then kissing me full on, barely hesitating before pushing her nimble tongue deep into my mouth.

I must have drove home at about 90 mph. Laurie sat next to me, fondling at my chest and teasing my cock through my pants ever so lightly. Court was behind me, kissing on my neck and nibbling at my ear lobes ever so slightly. Finally we pulled up outside of our place, and quickly went inside to the living room. I had no sooner shut the door then Laurie was up all over me, kissing me hard and draping her chest over my body. She hooked her leg around me, and I responded by grabbing a handful of her wonderfully firm butt. She moaned in appreciation, and then broke the kiss to look at Courtney inquisitively. 

"I'll join in later. I just want to watch you two for the first round, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all. Shall we go toward the bedroom?"

Once we got upstairs, Laurie and Courtney both kissed me, then lingered their lips on each other for a minute before Courtney reached down and thrust us back together again, backing away. Laurie reached up, kissed me, then pulled her dress up over her head. She had opted not to wear a bra, which wasn't really needed anyway, since they were so damn perky, so she was before me in only a pair of black heels and a very skimpy thong. I was already tenting in my pants considerably. "You sir," she said, "have entirely too much on to have any fun. Strip." I complied, quickly undoing my shirt and ditching my shoes and pants, and was before her wearing only a smile and an impressive erection.

"Ooh, that looks very yummy," she said, dropping to my knees and immediately fluttering her tongue over the head. She gripped my length in her hand, jacking me gently at first as she worked her tongue up and down the length, sides, and then down to my balls, gently dipping them into her mouth and then back up to the shaft. After a few circuits of this, she got a bit more aggressive, putting about half of my length in her mouth before she clearly got uncomfortable. She smiled and glanced over at Court, who was sitting in a little lounge chair we used for reading, having shucked her dress and bra and just wearing stockings and lazily playing with her pussy. "Enjoying the show?" she asked.

"God yes. I can't wait to watch you two fuck," Court shot back.

Laurie resumed her attentions on my member, smiling a wicked little grin while she locked eyes up at me. 

"How's her mouth, baby?" Court asked.

"So good," I answered, as Laurie flattened her tongue and licked the underside of my cock with sweet and excruciating slowness, then eagerly gobbled me back down. "But I think I need to taste something now," I said as I bent down and helped her up. As she stood up, I reached down and grabbed her by the butt and hips and hoisted her up. She shrieked in a bit of surprise and wrapped her legs around me. As I carried her over to the bed, I couldn't resist maneuvering her a bit so the tip of my cock teased at her opening a bit, pushing her thin little thong aside and pressing just the very top of the head into her.

"Oh, you bad boy, teasing me like that," she grinned at me, and I feigned an innocent look as I laid her down on the bed and kissed her. I began working my way down her neck, pausing for a bit to sample her breasts. They were remarkably firm, with brown, half-dollar-sized nipples, and I worked them over for a minute or so each, listening to her appreciative hums, before I trailed kisses down her stomach to her mound. I started stroking the inside of her thighs, peppering little kisses while lightly grazing her pussy over her panties, and when she lifted her ass off the bed, I pulled them down slowly and flung them to the side.

She had a very cute pair of lips, along with a slightly recessed but prominent clit, and I began by working circles around her lips, slowly working in closer and closer to her button. She began to hum and mew some appreciative noises, but right as I came to her clit I moved away, and she laughed a noise of amusement and frustration. I began my approach again, working in from a different angle, then diverting at the last minute, and then one more time, before I finally hit her clit head on and dipped my tongue deep in her honeypot. And what a delicious pot it was! She was so sweet and tangy, and I parted her with my hands as I got as deep an angle as I could, alternating patterns with my tongue, making her squeal with appreciation. Finally, after some experimenting, I figured out that her favorite was a long lick upward against her clit with the flat of the tongue, with a little light flick of the tip afterwards. A few minutes later, as her breathing started to quiver, I sped up my ministrations and deftly inserted a finger into her pussy, and she came almost immediately, pressing her heels into my upper back and her pussy into my face and hand full force as she cried out a window-rattling shriek. I was just lapping up my reward of a hard-won rivulet of girl cream from her snatch as she pushed me away. "Shit. Give me a second. Holy shit," she said.

"You okay?" I enquired.

"Yeah, just sensitive right after I cum," Laurie replied. "And surprised. I usually don't cum from oral. It normally takes a lot of hard fucking to get me to pop."

"I told you he was good," Courtney interjected. I looked over and she was several feet from the bed, watching, still with her fingers on her clit. She stepped over, kissed me, let out a "Mmmm, she's yummy," before backing off and saying "As you were" with a grin.

I bent down, and resumed licking Laurie again, but just as I was getting into the rhythm again, she reached down and interrupted me. "Enough, I can't take anymore. Get up here," she almost growled, and I crawled up, kissing her as I wrapped an arm around her. She wasted no time, reaching down as I kissed her and guiding me home, then bearing her pussy down on 2/3 of my length with one thrust. 

"Shouldn't I put on..."

"No need. On the pill and I hate the way they feel, anyway."

I looked over at Court, and she simply nodded, so I shrugged as I pulled back and guided my cock home, taking about a half dozen thrusts before I completely bottomed out. She was tight and heavenly, so warm and incredible I immediately knew I had to fuck this girl again. I had been slightly worried, since she is a small girl and I am rather large in both length and girth (not porn star ridiculous, but I had experienced a few smaller women before telling me my size was uncomfortable), but there seemed to be no such problem with Laurie. After a few minutes of getting a nice tempo going, she wrapped her legs around me, and I lifted her up by her hips, moving onto me sitting on the edge of the bed and her riding me. She was so tiny and light, I could move her around with ease, but yet she was also strong as hell and I could feel the muscles in her legs, thighs, and core as she worked up and down on my pole. She had this incredible way of undulating her pussy that made me have to work hard not to blow prematurely, so I set about fucking her athletically in order to distract myself and try to get her to cum. After a few minutes of her riding me, we had gotten into this almost violent rhythm of her working up and down with me moving her hips and upper body, and she was positively wailing. I looked over at Courtney, and she was sitting back in the chair, fingering herself roughly, two fingers plunging in and out with a steady squishing sound, and even though she was definitely never quiet in bed, Laurie was loud enough in my ear that I could barely discern her noises. She looked at me, removed her fingers, sucked them into her mouth deeply, and smiled as she took them out. She slowly mouthed the words "I can't wait" as pumped into Laurie even harder.

Possibly inspired by the notion of her sucking me, I wrapped up Laurie and picked her up, pushing her against the wall as I plowed into her and allowed her weight to draw her down on my cock for full penetration. "Oh fuck yes," she growled, wrapping her legs around me, pushing one hand against the doorframe of the sliding door for leverage, and working another down between her legs to play with her clit. We were going full bore at this point, both beginning to sweat, and I was trying with all my might to get her there. Meanwhile, my legs were beginning to cramp, and I was relieved to hear her say "I need to change positions."

We disengaged and she led me to the bed, crawling up and bending over in an invitation to doggy. I smiled—I love hitting a woman from behind, and had already fantasized about this with her—and slid my cock home into her. She pushed back into me, and immediately began playing with her clit again. She started talking, in ragged, interrupted bursts, panting. "So close...so...almost there, couldn't with that position, you were too deep...so close, oh god...fuck me harder, give me every fucking inch..." I looked over, and Courtney was on the other edge of the bed, just beyond Laurie's immediate field of vision, with an intense and faraway look in her eye. I felt Laurie's hand fall away from her clit, and I dug my fingers into her hips and impaled her on my cock for several incredibly hard thrusts, and finally she clamped as hard as any woman ever has on me. I had to stop thrusting, she was so very tight, as she reared back and yelled out a "Fuckfuckfuckgoddamnfuckyeah!" I stayed still while I waited for her pussy to stop clenching, and as it slowly relaxed, she looked back at me with half-closed, glazed eyes, and she pushed back in a slow rhythm again. "Fuck. Damn that was good." She moved her hips a bit faster, but nowhere near our former frenetic screwing. "Your boyfriend is an amazing fucking lay," she said to Courtney, who merely smiled back and nodded. "But fair is fair, so I can't leave you hanging. Do you want to change position?"

"No, I love this," I responded.

"Okay, good. Because I can't wait to make you fucking cum," she responded as she increased her speed.

"I'm getting close," I said, as I could feel my blood beginning to boil the way it always did when I was about to blow. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me, fuck, I want to feel you fill me," she practically yelled, and that was all it took. I thrust into her so hard I hit bottom, and shot forth squirt after squirt of spunk, so hard I began to feel lightheaded. We stayed joined for another few moments, before I finally felt like enough blood was back in my brain to allow me to move. I pulled out, my cock still semi-hard, and a healthy splotch of our combined juices fell audibly onto the hardwood floor. I sat down on the bed, reclining a bit, as Laurie slowly rolled over on to her back. "Holy shit," she said, shaking her head. I leaned over and kissed her hard.

"That was something," I agreed.

"That looked amazing," Courtney shot out.

"It was pretty fucking fantastic from over here, too," Laurie laughed. "Got another round in that thing?"

"Trust me, he will," Court replied. I toddled over to the sink to get some water. 

When I came back, Laurie's legs had fallen open, and Courtney was tentatively playing with my cum as it seeped out, picking it up with her fingertips. "You really made a mess baby," she admonished.

"I'm sorry. Would you be a dear and clean it up?" I asked, smiling. I knew her fantasy, and truthfully, it was mine to watch her.

"Only if Laurie wants me to." We both looked at her.

"Get in there before I push you in," she responded.

We had swung with our long term couple, and had two other encounters with a single girl as well as a couple we met on a personal board for swingers, but I had never seen Courtney go beyond kissing and some light contact with another woman—she always said she wasn't that interested, and I certainly didn't mind that she had such a solid appetite for cock, especially since I benefitted from it so much. For whatever reason, though, suddenly it was like she was a woman possessed with a newfound love for pussy. She began lapping up my cum out of Laurie's box with abandon, slowly working her clit and playing her fingers in and out of her pussy. I watched her scoop another glob of juices into her mouth, when Laurie piped up "Hey, bitch, are you going to hog it all?" in a jovial tone. Courtney sucked off her fingers, arched her eyebrows at her, and leaned in and kissed her, pushing it into her mouth. Laurie swirled my cum in her mouth for a bit, closing her eyes, before she swallowed, smiled at me, and said "Yummy. I may have to get some direct from the source later." The thought of pumping her mouth full made me smile and stir a bit down below




Getting Back in the Game Ch. 07



Courtney went back to Laurie's pussy, playing with it like a woman possessed of an urgent mission. She began to work on her clit, and I watched Laurie reach down and stroke her hair softly. "God, I think I hit the pussy licking jackpot tonight, damn," she said, as Court broke into an evil grin. It took a few minutes of work, and probably every trick she knew, but she had her breathing heavy shortly. She looked over her shoulder at me, giving me her best "fuck me now" look, and then bent into a doggy position, and I was suddenly inflamed with lust. My dick, however, was only partially at mast, heavily hanging between my legs as it was still a bit in recovery mode from the crazy frenetic screwing it had just been a part of. I knew it was going to be a few minutes before anything could happen, so I grabbed a pillow to kneel on and put my face into Court's already dripping pussy. She moaned lowly with a bit of satisfaction as I began to work on her dripping gash and button. I played her like an instrument I knew well, slowly exciting her, then backing off, eventually changing position to have her sit on my face as I laid down, and snaking a finger into her as I drank in her delicious nectar. As she got more excited, she sat down more and pressed her thighs into my ears, which, while a turn on, did muffle my hearing, but fortunately Laurie and her were both loud enough I could hear the muffled moans. I kept steadily working her clit with the butterfly diagonal pattern I knew she loved, and after a few minutes, I was rewarded with a very mighty o from her, which, although hot, was coupled with a squirt and clamp down that made me choke, and I had to quickly tap her and get out from under as I began choking. 

Laurie and Courtney were sitting on the bed, giggling at me, and I shot them a slightly dirty and bemused look. "Too much to take in, stud?" Laurie joked. 

"Yeah, got drowned and asphyxiated a bit down there," I retorted.

"My poor baby will go to such lengths to make me cum," Court said with a smirk. I smiled back at her.

"Sorry to interrupt," I said, "didn't mean to put a damper on your fun,"

"No worries, she made me cum ridiculously hard," Laurie beamed. "You've got yourself quite a talented woman there."

"Oh, but look," Court said, pointing at my finally hardened cock, still covered in my jism and Laurie's cream. "Here's another mess we made."

"Yeah, we better clean that up," Laurie giggled. She grabbed my arm and jerked me down onto the bed, and they both attacked my tool with vigor. Laurie gave it a quick few vigorous sucks, and then Courtney wasted no time sucking me deep into her throat until her nose was touching my pubic bone. God, I never got tired of watching her deep throat talents. "Holy shit," Laurie exclaimed, a bit taken aback.

"Yeah, she's talented," I said, thoroughly enjoying Court's abilities. 

After a few more moments, Courtney let off, and Laurie took back over for a few, doing her little suck/popsicle lick alternation, and then they traded back and forth for a couple of rounds. I wondered if this was what heaven was like, two amazing in bed, beautiful girls, contrasting each other perfectly, with me as the middle. Finally, after a couple minutes, Courtney climbed on top of me and guided me into her tight tunnel.

"I need a good hard fuck lover. I need your cock so bad." I sat up, moving us to the edge of the bed as I began to drive up into her. She pushed her soft and curvy frame into me, and I hunched down to play with her breasts for a bit, loving the sensation of them and knowing how sensitive she was. She was positively drooling around my cock and balls, and I was loving it, and whereas normally we started slower and got really going in a bit, we were fucking full bore within a few moments. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck oh god fuck YES!" she spit out, and in what seemed like less than a minute, I felt her first cum, as she slowed for a second and smiled at me.

"Goddamn you two are hot together," Laurie said, and she leaned in and kissed me passionately. She turned to Court, who pulled her in for a deep kiss of her own abruptly while grinding her hips down onto me. I began giving my hips an extra pop upward when she came down, enjoying the show inches from my face, and shortly felt another O rip through Court.

"Damn," she simply said, and she fucked me frenetically, another followed in close proximity. I was overjoyed, as it wasn't always easy to get her this crazily heated and multi orgasmic—usually, I could get her to cum two or three times orally, and then maybe the same or once more during sex, but on certain occasions, she got on this almost firecracker mode, as I called it, where she just popped off time after time after time, and it was one of the hottest things one could imagine. I was loving it, and, although I generally can last quite long once I've cum once, this was almost torture, and I was working to hold back.

Thankfully, after a few more minutes and a lot of cums later, Courtney got off me, gasping and muttering that she needed a breather. As she got up and went toward the sink to get water, Laurie wasted no time in taking her place, and wrapped her tight little legs around me as she sunk down on my rod. "Goddamn that's good," she said, picking up a rhythm and already soaked. 

"I have to admit, this is a great show," Courtney said, recovering a bit after her breather and watching Laurie and I claw at each other.

"It's even better over here," Laurie bantered back. 

I decided I wanted to be back in control, so I picked up Laurie, turned her and placed her on the bed at the edge, and stood up, entering her in one of my favorite positions. Courtney sat on the bed beside her as I got into a pace, leaned down and kissed her, and then up and kissed me. She reached down, and begin playing with Laurie's clit. I could see her beginning to peak, and as her breathing became a bit more labored, I mouthed to Courtney "keep going," as she nodded back. Laurie reached up and grabbed on to my midsection, pulling me into her for all I was worth, and after a few more strokes, I felt her begin a slow but deliberate arc upward.

I reached down and kissed her, and she responded with an almost fierce passion. "Oh, god, if I'd have known you'd be this good I'd have jumped your bones ages ago," she muttered.

"Likewise," I returned.

I slowed my strokes slightly, giving as much power as I could to her, and after another couple minutes, was rewarded with another spectacular cum from her, punctuated by a "FuckfuckholygoddamnfuckingshitfuckI'mcumming!" Courtney giggled a bit, right as Laurie clamped hard again, and put her hand up on my chest to indicate to me that she needed a minute to recover, so I stopped, but was still painfully aware of my hard shaft buried deep in her. Courtney again kissed me and then moved down to Laurie.

"A girl could get used to this," Laurie smirked.

"You'd better. I want way more of you than just this evening can accommodate," Courtney said.

"Then you're going to see a lot of me," she replied, kissing Courtney again. She moved over to kiss me again, then broke away. "And I want a lot more of this cock!" she said, grinding down and resuming her movements.

"You can borrow him whenever you want."

"Oh god, don't tempt me honey," she replied. 

"What? We can share. Here, let me prove it to you." She pushed me back, and indicated to Laurie she should flip over, and got on her knees in doggy style right beside her. I stopped for a second, shaking my head and hardly believed what the girls were suggesting.

"What's a matter, stud, having a moment of indecision?"

I figured I'd better fuck Court for a bit since I'd been in Laurie for so long, so I moved to her and plunged in. I gave her about 30 seconds of good stroking, before pulling out and re-entering Laurie. I did the same routine, before switching to Courtney again.

The difference between them was indescribable. Laurie was definitely stronger, tighter, and a much more athletic lover, whereas Courtney was more sensual and very multi-orgasmic. I was glad I didn't have to choose between the two. The only problem was the sensory overload. Two women, with me being the only cock, and the constant string of dirty talk that seemed to come from them both. Thankfully, having already cum once, I was able to last a while, and went back and forth between the two probably eight or nine times before I began to feel the inevitable rise in my balls. I had to slow down with Laurie, as she was giving me that delightful squeeze she did so well, and when I reentered Courtney, she sensed it right away. "Oh, poor baby, you're about to burst," she said, and I had to stop thrusting for a second just to keep from losing it right there.

"No, that won't do at all," Laurie said, and as I looked over and gave her a look of slight confusion, she grabbed me and guided me to lay down on the bed. I was no sooner settled than her mouth was around my shaft. "I told you I need some protein," she said through a giggle. 

While she didn't have Courtney's deep throat talents, she was amazingly nimble with her tongue. After a minute, Court bent down and began to gently lick and suck on my balls. Shortly it was too much for me, and I emptied mightily into Laurie's mouth. She came up, beaming at me as she gave it a quick swirl, then swallowed it all, but lost one little drop down her lip. She looked over suggestively at Court, and, fittingly, she didn't hesitate, licking it off of Laurie's face, then kissing her deeply.

We were all a bit spent after that, so I took a quick shower, then we went downstairs, had a light snack and some fluids, and bantered a bit. I had my suspicions confirmed that Courtney had been working on Laurie for a few weeks, then planning out the perfect time and weekend to do it, in order to coordinate schedules. After a few, we went back upstairs, and the girls took turns cleaning up, then lounged a bit on the bed. I was beat, so I looked over at Laurie. "Listen, I know your car is still back at the club, and I'm bushed. Would you like to stay the night?"

"Sure. Where do you want me to sleep?"

Courtney and I glanced at each other, then spit out in unison "Right here." We giggled at the moment of unison.

"Okay," she replied, "but I can't promise I won't wake up horny and molest someone."

"Oh, how terrible!" I replied.

"Dearest me, how will we survive?!" Courtney chipped in.

"Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you," she said. And with that, we crawled under the covers and began to get our positions settled. I usually slept on the left side of the bed on my side, but instead ended up in the middle, with Courtney on my back and Laurie facing me. The girls seemed to drop off immediately, though I had a few moments before I could, since Courtney pressed her breasts into me and snaked an arm around my midsection. Laurie put a hand up on my chest gently, and draped her other hand on my thigh very near my cock. It was a bit pulse-quickening, but I was also tired, so I eventually dropped off.

I awoke several hours later to a wailing yell, and sat straight up in bed. Courtney was going down on Laurie, and, from the sound of it, making her cum ridiculously hard. The girls noticed me awaken, and giggled in unison at my reaction. They both reached over and kissed me, but I wasn't quite ready to fuck, so I said "Why don't you let me just watch you two for a bit?" They smiled, and went back to each other. I watched Laurie eat Courtney to a multitude of orgasms, then Courtney go back to licking and fingering Laurie. "You two really are gorgeous together," I observed, absent-mindedly playing with my hard prick.

"This isn't just a spectator sport, Mister!" Laurie growled, sounding a lot more like my trainer than lover. "Get over here now!"

I complied, flipping Laurie over on the bed and entering her dripping wet pussy in one hard plunge. The energy was just as lust filled and frenetic, but perhaps a bit less crazed than our earlier rounds. I pounded her hard missionary, a bit doggy (where she had me finger her anus a little bit), cowgirl, and finally, she came, riding on top of me with her breasts pressed against my chest, wrapped up in each other's arms. The vice grip that was her cumming pussy was too much for me, and I pumped her full without hesitation.

I fell asleep almost immediately afterward. We finally awoke at about 10am, and after a leisurely breakfast, we had one more round, this time with me cumming in Courtney and Laurie providing "cleanup services." I drove her back to her car shortly afterward. We bantered about the night, and made plans for the next weekend as well.

"Aren't you glad that one girl didn't pan out and we ran into each other?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I shot back.

"She was cute, though. If you get the chance, and she's into it, bring her over some night."

"Three women? I think I'd die."

"We can keep each other occupied while you're with one of us," Courtney chimed in. "We'll take really good care of her, I promise."

I didn't know what to say, so I just exhaled and smiled. Luckily, we had just pulled into the parking lot, and I was at Laurie's car 20 seconds later.

"Alright, bye gorgeous. And gorgeous. I'll see you both later." And with that, she kissed Courtney and then me deeply, then exited the car. We both waved as I pulled out and headed home.

We grabbed some take out sandwiches on the way, and got home, settling at the counter in the kitchen. Just as I was about to take a bite, my phone buzzed with a text.

Elyssa Jordan:

Hey Handsome, how's it going?

I grabbed my phone and began typing. "Who is that?" Courtney asked.

"The girl from last night at the club," I told her, and she literally sprang from her seat to read over my shoulder.

Me:

Great. Just hanging out at home eating lunch. You?

Elyssa Jordan:

Ha, the same. Sorry again about last night. 

Me:

No worries. I totally understand.

Elyssa Jordan:

I'd still like to make it up to you. What are you doing tomorrow night?

Me:

No plans.

Elyssa Jordan:

Good! Let's get together.

Me:

Perfect. Where would you like to go?

Elyssa Jordan:

I'm much more in the mood to stay in, if you don't mind.

"Damn, she wastes no time," Courtney said. "Bring her over, I'm down to watch you fuck her."

Me:

Okay, great. My place okay?

Elyssa Jordan:

Perfect. Not to sound creepy, but I already know where you live.

Me:

Okay.

Elyssa Jordan: 

You probably don't remember, but your daughter Erin was in a couple of my classes in HS. We're not tight, but I've been over to your place a few times, it's not far from where I live at all. And Emily Haynes is a friend of mine. So I've actually heard a lot about you recently. All flattering, I promise.

"Oh my god! Emily must have told her about you when you guys were fooling around," Court spat out.

"Yeah, I got that," I said.

"No, I just mean that I thought I knew all the people who knew about you two." My phone buzzed again.

Elyssa Jordan:

I didn't have a chance to tell you in the club. Sorry. But I'm really looking forward to Sunday. 

Me:

Hey, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?

Elyssa Jordan:

Me? 20. Just don't tell anybody at the club :) They think I'm 21.