2 comments/ 40103 views/ 11 favorites Family Troubles Ch. 02 By: StoryTeller07 Gina needs to keep the secret "We must talk," Gina whispered. It was horrendous being in the same room as her husband, daughter, and young lover. Gina just hoped they didn't find out. She couldn't possibly bear it. At least the boy looked guilty as hell, and she guessed she did too. She needed to leave, and get him away from there, in case he gave the game away. Damn! It was no game. Paul felt ill. He had forced himself on Dianne's mother, by taking her while bent over the sink. He hadn't a chance to apologize, or explain why it happened. Shit! How do you apologize to your girlfriends mother for that? 'Sorry I helped myself to your body, but I was feeling randy'. Would that do? She was wearing one of Dianne's dresses and looked like her from behind. The more he thought about it he realized she had struggled, at first. She had damn well got into it though. "Paul is going to show me around campus," Gina stated. No-one took much notice, so she marched out, with Paul shambling along behind her. Dianne glanced at them with a frown shadowing her pleasant features. She knew what her mother was up to. She would cross examine him, to find out what he was worth, and to make sure he was suitable. Good luck to them both. She probably wouldn't have a boyfriend when the harridan got back. "We could go to the student bar," Paul offered. "This early?" Gina scolded him. "For a coffee," he quickly added, though a drink wasn't a bad idea. "No. Somewhere private," she said. "My rooms in the next block," he said. "That will have to do," she crossly stated. The brisk walk had him almost running to keep up. She climbed the stairs quickly too. "Well! You keep it tidy I see," Gina said, lifting the scowl after a quick survey of the room. "Coffee?" he said, and settle into the calming routine of fixing a couple of mugs. "I don't usually at this time of day. . . alright," Gina relented. He put the mugs down to cool and sat next to her on the sofa. It was the only seat in the sparsely decorated room. He would rather have ignored the episode and got on with life as normal. He was sensible enough to know a lecture was due, and that he had earned it. "You forced yourself on me. I'm a married woman. I do not see how you can possibly continue with my daughter after that," Gina stated. She was practically saying he raped her. It wasn't like that. In a panic he tried to explain, "You can't say that! It was a mistake. I thought you were Dianne. She doesn't know anything and that's the way I intend to keep it. It was an accident. Anyway, what could I say to her?" he said, with mounting alarm. "Under the circumstances it's the only thing to do. It's your problem what you tell her. Breaking up is the only option," she firmly told him. "You know it was a mistake. Don't blame me entirely. You said you enjoyed it," Paul reminded her. He didn't want her blaming him for it. "I did not! I might have said something after, after a. Well, I was vulnerable, and you had me at a disadvantage. Nevertheless, you can't possibly see her again. I forbid it," she sternly spoke. He grabbed her arm, preparing to shake some sense into her. "Unhand me you brute. I shall scream," she warned. "You did enjoy it, admit it," he heavily spoke, demanding acceptance. "No! You forced yourself upon me, I didn't want it," she crossly spoke. He could see she was re-writing in her mind what happened. It was trouble, big trouble. "You even asked me to spank you," he reminded her. "I certainly did not!" she denied. Seeing he wasn't getting anywhere he wondered what to do. Without thinking it through he pulled her over his knee. He lifted the back of the dress and twisted it around his fist. She kicked out and bucked. She winded herself on his knee, cutting off a scream of fright. He slapped her bottom hard. "Keep quiet and listen to me," he sternly said. She continued to struggle, so he slapped her again, then added another to make sure. "You rode my cock like a slut. You said you enjoyed the orgasm. You even asked if I would spank you for being naughty. Don't you dare deny it!" he shouted. He had seen trouble in her eyes, and was making it worse. He calmed the anger best he could. There was no point in apologizing after this. "Yes! I'm sorry. I was naughty. I was very bad," Gina whimpered. That surprised him. He couldn't see her face, but the tone of voice was contrite. He just hoped it was genuine, and she wasn't about to scream once he let her go. He kept his fist twisted in the dress, holding her down over his lap. With his free hand he reached for a camera. He only just held onto her as she began to slip off his knees. It was awkward switching it on with one hand. The video had sound as well, so this was a chance of saving himself. She was the type to wreak vengeance on him from an inflated sense of moral righteousness. The result would be no more girlfriend, and no more college. "What you did wasn't just naughty, was it?" he demanded. "No. It was bad. I've been a very bad girl," she murmured. "What did you do?" he asked. "I rode your penis. I needed it so much, I lost control. It was so big and deep, I had a wonderful orgasm," she whimpered. "What was so bad about that?" he taunted her. "I didn't know who it was. I didn't know who was taking me, and it didn't matter, I just needed to orgasm," she cried. "It was worse than that, wasn't it," he pushed her. "Yes! Your my daughter's boyfriend. I let my daughter's boyfriend take me. I'm a married woman and shouldn't have let you do it to me. I wanted it so much," she sobbed. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you. Tell me, admit it," he said, and gave her another slap. She was positioned with her bottom facing the camera. He hoped her voice was recognizable, or this was all for nothing. "I am. I'm a dirty little slut. I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry," she sobbed. His hand was gently massaging her bottom, as though to say, 'look, she isn't complaining now'. The smell of her sex wafted up to him. He delved between her legs to check. She was soaking wet! It wasn't just his cum leaking from her. She was hot and ready! He pushed the crotch of her panties to one side to see and feel her. She groaned with passion. The sight of her glistening bush was awesome. It was so hot having this woman over his knee groaning. He enjoyed a sense of power not experienced before. He had enough sense to keep calm, and wondered what to do with her. "You're a wet slut What are you?" he teased. "I'm a wet slut. I'm bad, so very bad. Spank me, please!" Gina whined. He pulled her panties down. The soaking wet panties rolled around her thighs, making them difficult to pull free. He pulled his hand from her dress, to pull at them, and finally they dropped to the floor. He noted she hadn't struggled free. She lay there trembling, waiting to be spanked. He slapped one cheek then the other. "You're a horny bitch," he breathed over her bare ass. "Yes! I'm a horny bitch. Please do it to me," she groaned. "What do you want?" he goaded her. "I want to feel you inside. I want another orgasm, like the last one," she panted. He rolled her onto the sofa and she landed with knees on the floor, leaning over the seat. He pulled her legs apart, and laid a cushion on the floor to kneel on. He rubbed his cock over her wet lips and observed her sex opening up. With Dianne it had been a long drawn out affair under the sheets. She had never given in so quickly as this. He hadn't seen her sex, so couldn't compare it with her mothers. This was big and sloppy. Her vagina was gaping open, not looking inviting at all. A stab of guilt held him back. He wondered if he really wanted to go there. "Please!" Gina exclaimed. Her whole body quivered with passion. She had never ever felt like this. Her whole world revolved around her sex, and it was shocking. She couldn't think straight. She didn't want to beg him, but the terrible truth was, that she was willing to plead with him. Would have to if she didn't get the desperate need fulfilled. "What do you want me to do, slut!" he goaded her. "Do it to me, please," she whimpered. "You want me to fuck you?" he coarsely asked. "Yes! Fuck me, please do it, fuck me," she implored him. The nasty words inflamed her all the more. Her head spun between guilt and desire. The touch of his hard cock sent deliciously frustrating sensations direct to the pleasure centers in her brain. They were impossible to fight. He couldn't resist. He plunged in. She felt the deep penetration and wailed as though in pain. She heard her own voice as though it were someone far away. It was a guttural sound from her throat, animal like, and full of longing. "Oh! Yes! Fuck me hard," she wailed. He pounded her body with strong thigh muscles, and his torso squashed her against the sofa with every deep thrust. The feel of inner muscles gripping tight spurred him on. A fast, abandoned, pounding rhythm had her moaning with every breath. "Yes! Yes! Punish my pussy, fuck me hard!" she pleaded. His breathing was heavy and labored, yet he carried on. It seemed as though he would never reach an orgasm. Surprisingly he could think while his body moved on automatic, with a rhythm in response to her pushing back on him. The tight grip on his cock was more than he had expected. It was a new experience feeling her vagina ripple and flex on his cock. Pulling back took effort, as she clung tight onto his cock with strong inner muscles. Gina was lost in a world of pleasure. Delirious from the overwhelming penetration, she mumbled meaningless sounds. "I'm nearly there! Keep going, please make me cum!" she excitedly declared. He was at last ready. His muscles ached, and his balls burned. A final deep thrust and he felt the relief. "Hold still! I'm cumming! Oh God! Yes!" she burbled, as though drowning. It was impossible not to try and bury himself inside her body. He squashed her against the sofa, pressing her into the cushions, muffling the sounds of anguish that were really of ecstasy. He slumped over her inert body and laid there a moment. He eventually rolled onto the cushions, pulling her body onto his. He lifted her onto him, to wrap her in his limbs. She wanted to be crushed into him, to become a part of him. She lifted her head from his chest, and kissed the sweaty muscular chest. "Thank you," she murmured. "You're hell of a slut!" he panted. "Am I?" she asked. "Yes! I've never fucked like that! You gripped me so tight I had to work hard," he grinned. It dawned on her what he meant, and she shivered. She had let go completely, given him everything she had. How had it happened? Why had it happened with him? A vague idea about being forcibly taken, then dominated came to mind. The idea fluttered away, leaving her feeling vulnerable. "Do you want me to spank you, for being a dirty little slut?" he teased. "No! Please let me go. It was terrible. I. I. I don't know what happened," she whined. "You got so excited you wanted a good fucking. Didn't you," he said. "Please don't use that word," she quietly said. "What do you want me to say, that we made love?" he asked. "No! Not that. You're right, we did it, we, we fucked," she quietly acknowledged, saying the naughty word slowly and deliberately. "You enjoyed it, didn't you," he said. "Yes!" she hissed. "Stop it, please. It's all wrong. We shouldn't have. It was terrible," she quavered, close to tears. The back of her dress was up around her waist. She only realized it when he cupped her cheeks. She was about to say, 'unhand me young man,'. The words were inappropriate after all they had done together. She just managed to say one word, "Please!" "Please, what?" he asked. "Please, sir," she whispered. Realizing he meant something else, she tried to pull away. "No more! We can't, not ever again," she cried. Becoming aware of his cold wet cock on her thigh, and the state of her nakedness, she struggled again. She was helpless in his grip. They were sweaty and slippery yet he held on tight. "Let me go!" she complained. He slapped her bottom hard. She stopped squirming and lay still on his chest, breathing heavily. He slapped her again. His voice was harsh and accusing when he spoke. "You're a dirty little slut and love a hard fucking, don't you," he demanded an answer. "No! Please, don't make me say it!" she begged. His words rung so very true that it frightened her. "Tell me!" he heavily demanded. The fierce tone was put on, to wring out of her the truth. He was aware she might still blame him, and the camera was still filming them. "I. I. I'm a filthy little slut. I enjoyed every moment. You fucked me hard and I enjoyed it," she wailed. "Spank me. I deserve to be punished. Please, sir, spank me for being a dirty little slut," she howled. He slapped her ass again. Over his shoulder he could see she had a firm rounded bottom. It was larger than her daughters, and more attractive. Her breasts were squashed against his chest, but he knew they were larger too. He didn't know where he was going with this. It was more than just a way of saving himself from recriminations. He stared at her screwed up face. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she winced with every slap. Spanking her turned her on! It was amusing spanking his girlfriends mother, and more than that, it was deliciously arousing. Watching her squirm would have him hard again, only something more interesting occurred to him. "We need to clean up," he suddenly announced. "Oww!" Gina complained. She cut off the protest on realizing she was about to plead with him for more. The intense excitement was washing away her morals. She badly wanted him! Tamely led to the shower, she let him pull the dress over her head, and drop her bra to the floor. Why wasn't she protesting? Being naked in a young man's apartment was wrong. What they had already done was so very bad. He pulled her under the hot shower and began to lather her entire body, while she compliantly moved at his direction. The sensations of firm hands over her sensitized skin drowned any thought of complaint. The water diluted the tears of pleasure. His hands were everywhere! Cupping her breasts, her sex, fingers exploring between her cheeks, touch her down there, it was electric. Rising on tiptoe she threw her head back, letting the water splash her face. Paul unhooked the showerhead, and on full power ran it over her lips. She squealed loudly in protest, and ineffectively pounded upon his chest with small fists. Her hands fell upon his shoulders, holding on as her legs became weak. She whimpered pathetically. The hot spray tingled and stimulated her sex. She felt warm splashes inside when he pressed it against her lips. It was like receiving a spurt of cum, and it set her off. It was a surprise to feel yet another orgasm clenching her stomach. She hollered loudly in the close confines of the shower stall. When he pressed the showerhead between her legs, her asshole tingled. She opened her mouth to object. "No!" she croaked. Her legs were so weak, she couldn't press them together. She clung to him unable to push him away. Her legs gave way so she clung on, with legs parted, receiving an unwanted enema. It wasn't powerful or too intrusive. It was just the idea of it that was so strange and wrong. He picked her up in a strong grip, as though wringing her out. He dried her thoroughly and intimately, then carried her to his bed. This young man had forcefully taken her twice! He had spanked and dominated her! An enema and a douche had been enforced without her consent. He had wrung so many deep orgasms from her body, it left her vulnerable, unable to resist him. Laying supine upon his bed she could only marvel at his audacity. How had her morals been bulldozed aside so effectively? She stared at his clean naked body. He was limp, yet it was still large and dangerous. For she wanted it. She wanted him to crush her decency to nothing, so as to be completely and uninhibitedly his. Her whole body seemed to vibrate with passion. They stared at each other as though a telepathic challenge were being formed between them. She said nothing. Couldn't say a word. 'No', would have been better than nothing. Just laying there naked on his bed was enough of an answer. He had captivated her with uninhibited lust. Like a drug addict she was hooked. All those terrible things he had done to her were nothing compared to the ecstatic place of pure pleasure he had ridden her to. It was not love making, it was animal gratification. She didn't dare think about, or compare it with the occasional duty performed as a wife. Gina looked at her feet and giggled. Her feet had always been firmly on the ground. As a sensible adult she behaved correctly and with decorum throughout her life. He had reduced her to nothing more than a young man's plaything. The expression was mischievous, and the decedent idea cut off the nervous laughter. She demurely looked him over, noticing his broad shoulders, tapering to a slim waist, and a cute bottom. His legs were strong and muscular. He had used them to thrust deep into her. She gasped from the naughty idea that she was waiting for more. He was on the phone. What was he up to now? She screwed her naked body into a fetal position. Now he had taken her, he wouldn't want her. She would be discarded like a used tissue, dirtied with his sperm. She felt old. Her body was passed its best, no longer attractive to a fit young man. He had wound her up, toyed with her, and used her, just because he could. Gina looked away from him, unable to bear hearing the inevitable excuses. Maybe he wouldn't try too hard, and just tell her to go. The terrible truth was that she didn't want to leave him. A warm cuddle with soft caresses of reassurance was needed. Even if he lied it would be better than being summarily dismissed. "I've arranged for you to stay," Paul said, and fell heavily on the bed. "What?" she said, looking bemused. "I told them you were in the history department," he laughed. Dianne had told him she had loved the dry subject of history at this university, so he used it as an explanation as to why she was delayed. "No! I can't stay. I want to, I mean, I need to go, I've got to," she haltingly spoke. She dare not reveal how she really felt. Surely it must be clear to him this was terribly wrong, and mustn't happen again. "Stop it! Please," she murmured. His lips were nibbling an ear, breathing soft words, tickling her neck, and his hands! With both hands gripping a wrist she pulled his hand away, only to feel his other hand clamping her crotch. Letting go of his wrist she tried to pull away, only she was caught. The sheet had wound around her ankles. He tugged it to ensnare her. She clamped her thighs together, only to press his hand more firmly against her lips. They were wet! Tender, fingertip touches over her back wouldn't help cool her down. His caresses and kisses, were firing her up! Her thighs parted slightly. He removed his hand to wrap both arms around her. It was nice to be cuddled. Almost telling him to put his hand back between her legs, she only just held back the demand. Damn! He had taught her to plead for more! She sighed heavily. He had captured her more effectively than being kidnapped. She giggled from the idea that she had walked into his room of her own accord, like a fly into a spiders web. She felt him draining the last of her resistance. "Oh! Yes! More! Kiss me! Touch me!" she cooed. *** Paul told Dianne the hospital phoned, to say her grandmother was worse. "They wouldn't say how bad. The message came through on your mother's phone. She's somewhere in the history department catching up with an old friend. Yea, sure, I'll find her. You could go with your father, it sounded urgent," Paul suggested. Family Troubles Ch. 02 "No, I can't take dad. He and grandmother don't get on. Besides, he's gone missing too. I'll leave now, and mom can catch me up. I don't want to be stuck with her for three hours driving home. She'll lecture me all the way. I'll be a lot quicker too, she drives so careful. That should be her middle name, careful," Dianne commented. "See you when you get back," he said, and blew her a kiss down the phone. "We need to talk when I get back," she meaningfully said. She quickly disconnected the phone before he could say anything. The way she said it, he was bound to guess. She didn't wait for her father to return, or he might insist they all drive home together. Being trapped in the car with the two of them would be a pain. Paul selected another number. "Reggie, can you do me a big favor?" he asked. "Sure big boy, anything," Reggie purred. Even over the phone he could feel her sexual energy. "When Dianne's dad gets back, could you keep him busy?" Paul asked. He was trying to think of some reason why. "For you yes, as long as you do me a favor in return. A nice big favor, promise?" she asked. "Yea, sure, anything you want," he quickly replied. "Right, you've got a deal," she laughed. "What do you want me to do?" "Dianne's gone home to visit her grandmother. I left Gina with a friend and can't find her," he began, but couldn't think of anything more. "Yea, yea, but what do I do with him?" she asked. She knew Dianne was dumping him, so wanted to be the first to console him. "Just keep him distracted for the night. I'll owe you big time, OK?" he asked. "What are you saying?" she laughed. "OK! I'll think of something," she said. Reggie had often heard the two of them in Dianne's room, and had been jealous, as they were at it for ages. As well as looking good he had staying power. Remembering that time she walked into the bathroom while he showered, brought a smile to her face. He was well built, and knew how to use it. A gilr could be very happy with a nice guy like that. She went to the fridge and grabbed a couple of bottles of wine. They were Dianne's, but she wouldn't need them this evening. Paul quickly disconnected, before she reconsidered. He thought over the way she spoke for a moment. Shit! He shouldn't have said, 'for the night'. Not to her. She wasn't the biggest slut on campus, but she was always up for a challenge. He turned toward Gina and smiled. She was screwed up in a ball on his bed, facing away from him; probably feeling guilty. He just knew she wouldn't up and go. In any case, her dress and underwear were in a wet mess on the bathroom floor. He was glad she hadn't left. The woman was a hell of a lover. She fired him up so much he couldn't get enough of her. The way she reacted he wanted to tease and play with her so much it hurt. Sex had never been so dirty and exciting. Perhaps it was because she was an older woman that she let him do those demeaning things to her. It certainly had her hot, so much so she went at it like a dirty slut. They now had the whole night to play. It would be enough time to find out what else she would let him do to her. *** Dean walked in hoping his wife was in a god mood. Even so, she would berate him for going out drinking. There was a bar nearby that kept a hundred fine whiskies. He sampled more than a few. The cab ride home had been a blur. He straightened himself up, ready to face the music. "Is that you, Dean?" Reggie whispered, sounding frightened. "Yea," he replied, trying not to sound drunk. "Shsh! Don't wake the harridan," he slurred. He shouldn't have said that! It was a secret name he shared with his daughter. "She's out," Reggie pointedly said. She watched him relax. He cursed silently, thinking he could have continued sampling another whisky. He didn't bother to ask where she was. The light came on blinding him. He slowly focused to see a young dark haired girl, wearing a baby-doll night attire. She stepped closer and grabbed his arm. "Don't step back you'll fall down the stairs. I'm glad your back. We're watching a scary film. Every sound in the house has us frightened. Would you do us a big favor?" she demurely asked. "Sure," he managed to reply. "Come on," she said, and dragged him into their room. Jenney was in bed with a pillow over her head. She was giggling, trying not to. Reggie had persuaded her to join in with one of her jokes. Why they were supposed to keep Dean out of the way was a mystery to her, even after it was explained. It had something to do with that awful wife, and Reggie was so persuasive she gave in. She peeked from under the pillow. Reggie was dragging him in, and she felt sorry for him as he looked bewildered. The man was old and nice, so she wasn't embarrassed. It was just some harmless fun. They were going to tease him until he fell asleep. "We've just got to see the movie to the end, or we won't get to sleep. Can you watch it with us?" Reggie diffidently asked. "Sure," he answered. He was glad to sit on the bed after having one too many. He glanced at the young thing and quickly looked away. A bedside lamp shone its light right through the night-gown. The silhouette of her body was more than he dare contemplate. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You can't sit there, you're in the way," she explained, and continued to remove his shoes. Dean looked down at her, wondering what she meant. "Stand up," she told him. This was going to be easier than she figured. He was drunk and incapable, so safe enough. He looked as though he would soon fall asleep. "Wait a minute," he complained. Before he had a chance to stop her, she dropped his trousers. He just stood there wondering what was happening. "In to bed. We can all snuggle up together. You can tell us when the scary bits are over, so we can open our eyes," Reggie explained. She shoved him onto the bed, and slipped in next to him. The cover was tightly wrapped around them, with him firmly caught between the two young women. Dean sobered up with a start. Bloody hell! If Gina caught him here, he would be dead from a scolding hot tongue. Or, was that a scalding? He tried to think of something, anything, other than where he was. On cue, both girls yelped, and grabbed him with eyes screwed shut. He looked from one to the other. One was a dark haired beauty, and the other a beautiful natural blonde. He wished he could remember their names. They were sharing Dianne's place, so were both over eighteen. So was he. Way too much over eighteen to be in their bed. They were forcefully clinging to him, and he could feel their warm soft breasts, pressed against his arms. "Tell us when the scary bit is over," Reggie said, with a quavering voice. He was feeling scared, and wasn't even looking at the screen. If he had been more perceptive it would have been obvious she was playing up. He just hadn't noticed what they were like during their short time together. He felt their bare legs against his. An erection was sobering him up. Holy cow! He was the one scared now. He cleared his throat a couple of times. "It's OK," he croaked. "Thanks, Dean. It feels so safe with you here," Jenney innocently smiled. She snuggled up, pressing her near naked body against him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and sighed. It was nice having an innocent cuddle with someone not trying it on with her. Reggie looked at the two of them, wondering what was going on. Jenney had a faraway look in her eyes, not so unusual for her. She would have to watch the ditzy blonde, as they weren't supposed to sleep with the poor guy. Perhaps she had gone too far by getting him into bed, but considered it would be safe with the two of them. He looked married and under the thumb enough not to cause trouble. He felt the blonde's bare leg almost wrapped around his. The fresh smell of her hair was intoxicating. Without thinking he slid his arm from his side, and wrapped it around her. She snuggled in closer. Not to be out done, Reggie pressed herself against him. He didn't respond, so she pulled his arm around her shoulder. He leant over and kissed her forehead. A warm pleasing glow engulfed her. She had never been a daddy's girl, especially with three brothers to grow up and compete with. She had been a bit of a tom-boy growing up, then all that changed once in college. Having older brothers as an example she had a casual attitude to sex, and found she enjoyed it. Right then she felt warm and comfortable. It was different from being with a groping boyfriend. It was a nice feeling. She turned to face him, snuggling close, mirroring Jenney's position. He leaned over the blonde one and kissed her forehead. She looked up, and caught his lips with hers. She gave him a big warm grin. It had been a very long time since his penis had been so hard. It ached, and his balls felt overloaded. "I had better go," he croaked. He turned toward Reggie, assuming she would get out of the way. She didn't move. His cock pressed up against her belly. He choked while trying to apologize. He felt the blonde wrap her arms around him. "Don't go. It's lovely cuddling you. You're so nice and warm," she said. Her voice was laden with regret. Reggie felt his hardness pressed tight against her tummy and wanted to grab it. She had never been in bed with a guy who wanted to leave. He was so cute and bashful. He looked so shocked from stabbing her with his cock, she thought he would choke with embarrassment. She shoved him back in place. He froze, unable to push forward as his cock was trapped tight between them. At least she hadn't screamed. Instead she rolled him back, for them to trap him even tighter. "OK. Till the end of the film," he hoarsely whispered. Reggie smiled at his reticence. Anyone else on campus would have rolled on top of her by now. He was such a nice man, it wasn't fair that he was married to that witch. Trying to be discreet she slowly moved her hand below the covers. She found his hard cock. He twitched, looking alarmed. "Shush!" she whispered. She wanted to laugh, as he looked like a startled frightened animal. His cock was rigid, like iron. She wondered what it would be like with him riding her. She bet it would be a slow considerate screw, not a wild bucking bronco ride. "What are you two doing?" Jenney asked, with an accusing voice. She found out for herself. Her small delicate hand found her friends, wrapped around his cock. "We've got to do something. We can't let him leave like this," Reggie explained. She too wondered why she had his cock in her hand. The two bottles of wine they shared probably had something to do with it. "What have we done to you? Sorry Dean, we didn't mean to, honest," Jenney innocently said. "I had better go," he groaned. "Don't be silly. We did this to you, so we had better put it right. Isn't that so, Jenney?" Reggie said, artfully bringing her friend into the game. She hadn't meant to go this far, but now saw it as a challenge. It might be fun to give the old guy a thrill by pulling him off. "I guess so," Jenney agreed. "If you're going to keep stroking it like that, grip it tight here," Reggie advised. "Why?" Jenney asked, with an enquiring look. "It'll spurt in your face otherwise," Reggie explained. The two young women were examining his manhood as though it were detached from him. He was being ignored, but that was more bearable than if they were talking to him. He was busy trying to think of something else, while they fiddled around down there. "I didn't know that. Why are the balls so hairy?" Jenney questioned. "Haven't you seen one before? Oh Jenney! They mostly are, just the same as us," Reggie pointed out. She was astonished at her friends ignorance. She too was fascinated with it. It was unusual to have the time to examine a guys cock like this. They were always in such a hurry. "Well mine isn't. Do you think something's wrong with it?" Jenney asked. With one hand gripping the base of his cock, she used the other to pull her panties down. Kneeling on the bed with her thighs spread she looked at herself, then up at Reggie with a questioning look. "I don't know. I've seen plenty of these, but never a woman's," she shrugged. It was a bit of a shock to have her friend displayed like that. They looked at Dean for help, only he had his eyes shut. Reggie guessed he was trying to hold back, as a boyfriend had explained. The guy joked that he had tried thinking about a football game, only it made him more excited. She hadn't appreciated that one little bit. Reggie pulled her panties off. The short baby-doll nightdress hovered around her hips so her hairy bush was plain to see. "Don't worry, it just looks different because I have dark hair," Reggie reassured her friend. "Don't bother him he's trying not to cum," she added. "Can he do that? My, its rock hard. Your balls are so big and tight, does it hurt?" Jenney asked, with concern. They were talking about his manhood as though it were a biology lesson. At least their casual attitude helped him hold back. If she didn't stop that gentle stroking he would orgasm. He tried to get up onto his elbows ready to climb out of bed. Lifting his hands was a mistake. He opened his eyes to find his hand in Jenney's crotch. The fine sparse blonde hairs left it exposed. He couldn't turn his head away from the delicious sight of her pussy. The hairs were gleaming with a fine wetness like a morning dew. "Is it hurting you?" she asked again. "Yes," he gasped. He was unsure of what he was agreeing to, only partially aware of anything, except her splayed thighs. "What do you think of my naughty bits. They aren't the same as Reggie's," she asked. He blinked and turned away. Reggie was showing off hers too. He looked from one to the other. The look of astonishment was amusing to Reggie. "Mine has got bigger lips that's all. Like these things, they're all different," she commented, while tapping his cock. "He's in pain, poor thing. It looks red and sore, what should we do, Reggie?" Jenney asked, looking concerned. Reggie looked at him, staring at their pussy's. If he wasn't going to cum now he would need help. Any of the guys she knew would have spilled their load by now. She was impressed. How long could he keep that thing up? It was intriguing to think how long she could have him inside her. "We could play with him until he spurts," Jenney suggested. They watched with fascination as his cock violently twitched. "Hold onto it. I have a better idea," Reggie said. She moved to straddle him. "Hey, what about me?" Jenney complained. Reggie thought for a moment, but dismissed the idea that he could hold out for both of them. "Back up a bit. Don't let go of his cock. Don't twist it!" Reggie warned. She maneuvered her friend over his face. They faced each other, ready to settle onto him. "Are you sure about this?" Jenney complained. "Whoa!" she yelped. That confirmed he knew what to do. Jenney started writhing over his mouth. Her hand was gripping his cock for dear life, as though it were a joy stick, and she was about to get a high score. Reggie lowered her wet lips over his rod of iron. It felt as good as it looked. For a moment she was poised on the end of his cock, with a look of surprise on her face. How in hell had she got into this? For that matter, why was Jenney riding his face? They must have excited themselves without realizing it. The moment of doubt passed, and she pushed down the length of his cock. Jenney's hard knuckles rubbed her clit. She breathed out a heavy sigh. She wanted to tell Jenney to let go of his cock, but her voice had gone. She slowly rode him, enjoying a less frantic ride than usual. It was nice, so very, very nice. Each time she pressed down, with his cock deep inside her, Jenney's knuckles rubbed her clit. That was a new delicious feeling too. Fuck! She wanted this to last! Jenney wondered why her friend was pushing her around. She was about to warn her that she was falling on Dean's face. His nose scraped between her lips. She quietly moaned. She felt this tongue delve into her pussy with his lips seeming to encompass her whole sex. He sucked all her bits into his mouth and nibbled on them. She lifted her head, throwing it back for an excited yell. Her climax was wonderful. He wouldn't stop! She gripped his cock harder. She panted faster. Her heart thumped wildly. The orgasm continued on a plateau, seeming to be endless. She began to whimper with pure pleasure. Reggie heard her friend orgasm and it brought her so close it was as though she would fall over the edge. She held on, until she heard the whimpering. She slammed down on the cock, burying it as deeply into her body as possible. She forgot who's it was, or why she was there, and everything else, except the orgasm. It smashed through her body like a thundering rocket. She emulated her friend. She lifted her head and wailed. Never before had she shown so much enthusiasm over an orgasm. Tears formed in her eyes. It was buried in her, still hard and potent. Like an unexploded bomb, she felt it ticking. It was twitching, ready to spurt into her. "Let go, Jenney," Reggie implored her friend. They had him trapped. It was a glorious cage. Seeing a wet pussy so close he reacted instantly. He licked, sucked, probed, and bit it. He couldn't move his hips much, or his head, but he could at least get to grips with the pussy pressed against this mouth. He worked hard, with a jaw beginning to ache, yet he continued to suck and bite, almost chewing on it. The hollering turned to simpering, then a continuous purring. Both pussies were very happy. "I can't take any more. I have to move away," Jenney implored her friend. "I can't move. I can't get off his cock," Reggie said, between deep sighs. Jenney put both hands on her friends shoulders and tried to heave upward. Reggie gave a dreadful moan as she was pushed so much further onto his cock. Dean yelped when his balls were squashed, but it was muffled when Jenney sat back onto his mouth. "Sorry!" Jenney murmured. "I can't move, my legs are too weak," Reggie explained. "Make him cum, then you can slide off him," Jenney suggested. "No! Don't move, it sends tremors right through me," she whimpered. Jenney reached for her friends breasts and squeezed tight, to hear her friend yelp. She hung on, to push herself off his face, and fell beside them. She was still breathing heavily from multiple orgasms, or maybe it was just one enormous long cum. She pulled her friend off his cock. It bounced up, hard as ever. "Have we broken it?" Jenney asked. "Oh God! After all that, and it's still up and ready," Reggie panted. Dean could have told them it was the tight grip of her pussy, and Jenney's hand that prevented his orgasm. Having his balls nearly crushed didn't help. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex. Maybe that was why he couldn't cum. "You have a go," Reggie murmured. He watched the beautiful young blond mount his cock. She carefully lowered herself, clearly still sensitive from his oral attention. She tenderly slid down his shaft. Fully loaded, she rested a moment. The feeling was different from having her ex-boyfriend bouncing on top of her. Her weight was cramming it deep inside. It was a different pleasure from when he was sucking her entire pussy into his mouth. She wondered for a moment which was the more enjoyable, but couldn't decide. "Get on with it," Reggie cajoled her. She watched her friend hesitantly move up and down his cock. She sighed and her head flopped forward. She had another orgasm, a deep one this time. "I can't. I'm worn out," Jenney complained. Family Troubles Ch. 02 She slid to his side, careful not to hurt him. As a matter of pride Reggie was going to have to make him spurt his load. "Come on, let's finish him off," Reggie said. Jenney leaned over him, not liking the idea. She hesitated, while watching Reggie settle between his legs. Reggie dipped down, and sucked his balls into her mouth. If she could do that, it was possible to suck on his cock. He watched them working hard between his legs, mesmerized by the sight of two young women enthusiastically sucking and licking. It didn't take long. His legs began to shudder, and his heels drummed against the mattress. Reggie spat out his balls, to use both hands. Jenney didn't take the hint, until a splash of cum hit the back of her throat. She reeled back on her haunches. He watched strings of cum shoot up at them. Over their faces and in their hair, with some dribbling onto their breasts. He was more convinced than ever, that this was a wet dream. He would wake up with his wife nagging him about the mess. Instead, the two women slipped either side of him. He felt so exhausted it was difficult not to give in to sleep. They wrapped their arms around him for a cuddle. He ignored where their mouths had been, to give them a long deep kiss. First the blonde, then the raven haired beauty. He pulled them close, squashing their breasts against the side of his chest. He wanted to laugh and cry all at the same time. They were falling asleep with their heads on his chest. Their eyes were closed and their breathing softened. He pushed their heads together, and they kissed. Maybe they thought it was his mouth. Their lips were squirming, with tongues languidly exploring each other's mouths. They were only semi-conscious, barely moving, just responding to the movement of each other's tongues. Eventually they fell asleep in his tight embrace. He tried to keep awake to hold onto this most wonderful, once in a lifetime experience. It was worth all the trouble he was in. He didn't care! He would face that in the morning. His eyes closed and flickered open a few times, then finally he was slumbering deeply.