Storiesonline.net ------- Hartford #3 by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2006 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: Terry and Paul return home to meet the Farouk's 19 yr old niece, Gretchen. Gretchen, a natural seductress, soon has Terry eating out of the palm of her hand... no, not exactly the palm of her hand, but you know. Everyone gets into the action, of which there is plenty. A mini-orgy take place. Codes: MF FF cons niece bi het swing orgy oral fist ------- Copyright© 2005 Gretchen Terry and Paul went to the local mall the next day to do some shopping. They each went their separate ways, and then met up again to go home. They arrived back home only a short time before they were to meet Trevor and Barbara at the pool. The suit Terry chose to wear might as well not have been there at all. It was a pale yellow thong bikini that snaked its way around her waist, over her neatly trimmed bush, and then fit snugly up between her cheeks. The bra was tight, but not uncomfortably so. The material was nearly sheer, and her nipples, while not completely revealed, certainly would be when she got wet. Meanwhile Paul put on a striped Speedo, but when he got a look at his voluptuous wife, he wondered how he would ever stay inside the small piece of fabric. Donning their robes, they went out hand in hand to the pool area. There was no one there, probably because it was cloudy and rain appeared imminent. Undeterred, Paul dove in and Terry followed his lead a moment later. After swimming the length of the pool in a mock race, they hung onto the edge of the pool waiting to catch their breath. He glanced at his young wife with great pride. In profile, her breasts encased in the pale yellow top were virtually uncovered. Wet, the material had all but dissolved. To Paul, his wife's breasts were amazing. Pear-shaped and fairly large, they were nonetheless defying gravity by jutting out the way they did. Until that moment, he'd always thought Playmates had to have had their breasts airbrushed into that thrust and he said a silent prayer of thanks that Terry had fallen for him when they first met. The cool water had hardened her nipples, and he bent over and began to feast on them; leaving them encased in the halter. Sucking each in turn while caressing her sleekly curved waist and hips, he quickly brought her to full arousal. Terry rolled her hips and twitched her ass; delighting in the touch of his hands and mouth. But all the while her keen eyes searched the entrances to the pool lest someone come in and catch them. But as soon as he kissed her, ever so lovingly, she closed her eyes and their arms encircled one another in a loving embrace. They stood kissing in the pool with the water at neck level. When Terry finally pulled away, a pale yellow strip floated in the water — she had lost her top. Terry shrieked while Paul laughed, and then slipped the bottoms down over Terry's legs. Hearing someone coming, he panicked. Terry, unmindful of the approaching footsteps, gave up the futile attempt at replacing her halter and sought to pull Paul's bikini off him as well, and did manage to free his cock, but the Speedos became snagged about his knees. Terry glanced up and saw Barbara and Trevor standing over them at the edge of the pool. "Oh my God!" Terry shrieked, covering her breasts, "I'm so embarrassed!" "What for?" Trevor replied calmly, but his encased bulge was growing larger and larger in the same tight black pair of Speedos he'd worn the day they met. He and Barbara both sat down at the edge of the pool and dangled their feet in the warm water, as they sipped from straws in their tall drinks. Barbara was wearing a new yellow and green one-piece that was see-through even without being wet. Paul maneuvered his penis back inside his Speedos, and Terry had pulled her bottoms back up. To her chagrin, her halter now lay at the bottom of the pool for all to see. She looked up at Barbara, who stared back at her from behind a pair of very dark sunglasses and shrugged. Barbara laughed and cupped her breasts. "I'd take mine off, but as you can see, it's a one-piece." Her palms roamed over her brown tinged tips making her nipples stiffen immediately. "Relax," Trevor said, with a lecherous grin as his eyes roamed over Terry's exposed breasts. She didn't bother covering them, for Trevor was quite familiar with them, but she was relived to hear him say, "Barbara and I will make us all some more cocktails. We'll be back in a flash." Paul dove to the bottom of the pool and retrieved Terry's halter, then surfaced and handed it to his grinning spouse. She quickly fitted over her breasts, tied a knot in the back and climbed up the ladder at poolside to find Trevor and Barbara already sitting by the pool sipping drinks. "I had them made already," Trevor confessed. "I thought you two could use a moment alone though." Paul and Terry disrobed, and flushed at the appreciative stares they received from their friends and neighbors, Trevor and Barbara. Barbara, not bothering to mask her insatiable lust for men and their cocks, peeked over the rim of her sunglasses at the bulge in Paul's suit, and her hand unconsciously went to her own crotch for a second. The men ignored her and Trevor asked Paul if he had watched any of the Yankees — Braves game earlier that day. "No, Terry and I went shopping. I'm a Braves fan. What happened?" "First off, the Braves won. I think it was 11 — 7, or something close to that. But the interesting thing was the match up between Clemons and Maddux that everyone was looking forward to." "Yeah, I know. Two of the greatest pitchers ever, facing off, so?" "It was almost a non-event," Trevor said, grinning. "Maddux gives up hits to the first four guys he faces." "No shit!" "I'm not kidding. First time he's ever done it." "How about the jolly Roger?" "He lasted five innings. Gave up six runs; in fact, they both lasted five innings. Jeter got four hits and two walks. One thing they said on the TV was that Jeter was the sixth guy to get four off Maddux in a game." "Anyway, Brian Jordan was the star; got four ribbies to lead the Braves to the win." "I would've thought it would be a classic pitcher's duel," Paul said, wistfully. "You and everyone else," Trevor said agreeing with him. "Anyway," Trevor said, shrugging his shoulders, "remember the surprise I promised the two of you the other night?" "Um, yeah?" Paul said, looking into the sun, trying to see Trevor's expression. Trevor made a motion with his hand as it to say wait a minute, and lithely sprang to his feet. He walked to the edge of the pool, and waved. Paul tried to see who he'd waved to, but the sun's brightness prevented it. He did, however, hear a splash, and then Trevor bent over, reached out and helped a teenaged blonde out of the water. Both Paul and Terry's eyes were on the almost totally exposed breasts of a green-eyed beauty Trevor was helpfully hoisting from the pool's waters. Her blonde hair hung wetly down to a more than ample chest. But the most striking thing about her, was the smile she bestowed on everyone as she let go Trevor's hand and walked over to meet them. "Gretchen," Trevor said, his eyes never leaving her lithe form, "let me introduce you to two very close friends, Paul and Terry." Paul started to get up, but became afraid he would literally poke up through his suit, so he just leaned forward and shook her hand. Terry followed suit, and found herself staring at this lovely young creature, drinking in her beauty in spite of herself. "Gretchen," Trevor explained, "is our niece, just in this morning from Suffern, New York. She was in our wedding as a junior bridesmaid 5 years ago." He waved his hand regally through the air before continuing. "How old were you then, dear?" He asked, placing his hand into the small of her back. "Trev, you know how old I was," Gretchen said, without rancor. Both Paul and Terry took a moment to absorb the young girl's beauty. "Fuckin' sensational," Paul told himself. "A stunner, a real stunner," Terry thought, "and she's a player, just like Barb and Trevor. I just know it." "She was fourteen, darling," Barbara said, interceding for her niece. "The nicest thing is that dear Gretchen has slept with us," here she paused for effect, "whenever there was a concert in the city she wanted to attend." Trevor picked up the thread, saying, "We try to make it a habit of having her at least once a month." "Having her, being the by-word," Barbara said and then laughed happily. Gretchen arched her back, emphasizing her breasts and the hardened nipples that were barely concealed beneath the skimpy material of her bathing suit. She winked knowingly at Paul, and tugged at the edge of her bottoms, then stretched the material out enough to allow Paul a fleeting look at her shaven pussy. "Nice," Paul sighed, and laughed when his wife gave him an elbow to the shoulder. "Be nice, honey," she said pretending to scold him as Gretchen turned toward the pool, ignoring everyone. A moment later, both couples watched her as she climbed up to the medium board of the diving tower and did a flawless, double somersault. Paul leaned back, waved for a drink from the bar, and wondered how he had ever gotten so lucky. Terry's eyes were glued to the nubile girl's acrobatics, and she caught herself licking her lips. Thirty minutes later, it was agreed that they retire from the sun and go indoors. All five hurried to the Farouk's unit. The air-conditioning felt great after the ninety-degree heat by the pool, and Barbara went into the kitchen to fix a pitcher of cool drinks. Gretchen told Paul and Terry that she was in town to see a hard rock band the next night. As Barbara handed out fresh drinks, Trevor explained how Gretchen had walked in on him and Barbara making love accidentally nearly six years ago. "Never touched a hair on her head," he said somberly. "We explained what and how we were making love, and answered several pointed questions that she raised. Gretchen apologized for interrupting us, and when I told her that it was our fault for not locking the door she nodded and surprised the hell out of us by asking if she could stay and watch us finish." "Perhaps you should tell the rest, darling," he said to Barbara. "There's not all that much to tell. It was, as we now phase it, a tutorial fuck, with each of us taking turns explaining exactly what was going on. Gretchen sat for part of it, and then walked around us to get different perspectives. She wanted to know how much of Trev's dick I was taking inside me, and when I told her all of it, she was very impressed." "But," said Trevor excitedly, "it wasn't until her eighteenth birthday that we actually shared one another." "He was devastated to find little Gretchen was no longer a virgin." Gretchen spoke up, "I've never told either of you, but I wasn't a virgin the day I walked in on the two of you." "What!" Trevor barked. "Sorry, Allan Wentworth, a boy from school, had me when I was twelve. He wasn't very good and I never let him near me again. That's why I spied on you. That's why I had so many questions. That's why I seduced three other boys when I returned home." In a dry voice, Barbara asked, "At the same time, dear?" Gretchen laughed, "No, Barbara, not hardly, but on successive weekends. Boys tend to talk, you know." The adults laughed uncomfortably. Terry noticed that Paul's erection was quite evident, in fact now that his Speedo was drying off, his precum emissions were starting to spread from the small spot to a larger stain at the head of his tightly confined cock. "Now, if it's all right with everyone," Gretchen said coolly, "I'd like to go down on this lovely wife of yours, Paul." The gorgeous teen then reached out and took Terry by the hand, easing her out of the chair she was sitting in. "And Paul, perhaps you'd like to fuck me while I do," she added with a mischievous gleam in her eye." Paul and Terry gave each other a look of "why not", and let Gretchen lead them to the bedroom, with Trevor and Barbara following close behind, both grinning from ear to ear. Once inside the master suite, Gretchen released Terry's hand and motioned for everyone to sit on the bed. Turning on the stereo, she began a slow striptease that sent shivers down both Paul and Terry's spines. With her eyes closed, the young blonde's hands roamed up and down her body, leisurely removing her bikini, and tossing the top at Terry and the bottoms to Paul, she began to teasingly caress her loins while arching her back away from the widened eyes following her movements. As the tempo of the music increased, Gretchen turned slowly to face the watching foursome. Her eyes were closed; her delicate looking fingers slowly massaged her swelling labia, and the fingers of the other hand reached upward to first grasp, then pinch her protruding nipple. "Mmmmm." She sighed, and took several steps that put her directly in front of Terry. Paul's wife was fixated on the young girl's shaven cunt. Without uttering a word, she reached out and pushed Gretchen's fingers away from her genitals, replacing them with her own. And when her fingertips made their initial contact with Gretchen's pouty labia, the teen's eyes opened wide and a Mona Lisa like smile formed on her mouth. Terry permitted the side of her pinky to make contact with the girl's exposed pussy lips, and a moan slipped from Gretchen's throat. "You can put them in me if you like," Gretchen hissed. "Why should I?" Terry asked, and Paul thought she'd gone crazy, turning down the offer. "Because..." The teen looked confused for a moment. It seemed no one had ever challenged her in this manner before. She shook her head, and smiled, saying, "Please, I want them in me." Terry did not respond to Gretchen's plea, but positioned herself on her knees directly in front of the young blonde. She placed her palms underher butt and worked her thumbs side to side, kind of like twiddling her thumbs. With her fingertips resting casually at the top of the teen's mons, Terry gingerly worked them downward into her crotch. Gretchen shuddered with anticipation, for this was not what she had expected. An outright assault on her pussy was what she'd thought Terry would bring to the game, not this wonderfully tantalizing torment. The blonde teen's breathing grew heavier as Terry overlapped her thumbs just outside the major labia, then lightly onto them; the thumb on the left working the labia on the right, and vice versa. Terry felt the girl's ass cheeks clenching as she tilted her pelvis forward and upward, offering her pussy to Terry's dexterous fingers. Barbara was certain she heard the girl whimper, something she'd never heard her do before and her appreciation for Terry's seduction skills rose appreciably. Both Terry and Barbara's mouths opened in a wide O as Gretchen's genital lips opened under the tutelage of Terry's talented thumbs. Trevor was busy with his own thumbs; hooking them into the waistband of his Speedo's and wriggling out of them. Then with his enormous erection in his fist, he slowly stroked himself. Terry licked her lips and emitted a loud sigh, crisscrossed her thumbs and ran them up along the glistening opening of Gretchen's pussy. The teen now trembling with excitement, found herself unable to stand without support, and braced herself by placing both hands on Terry's shoulders. The girl's clitoral sheath was now visible as it peeked out from the tissue normally camouflaging it. Barbara, sensing that her niece was about to collapse from the intensity of Terry's stimulation; placed a dining room chair behind the teen and helped her to sit. The girl was attempting to place her clit where she thought Terry's thumbs would be, but Terry was ahead of her and continued to avoid any contact whatsoever with the girl's most vital erogenous zone. A sexual flush covered the front of the teen's chest. "I think you're ready, darling," Terry said calmly; then sent the two thumbs into Gretchen's cunt. "Argh!" Gretchen grunted, as her cunt walls parted and the thumbs rushed in until the webbing of Terry's hands prevented further access. The teen was breathing shallowly, as Terry plied her vaginal tissue, her thumbs pulling the sensitive skin inward, and then spreading it out. Terry was now panting from the effort it took to control her own emotions, and not forcing the issue. Gretchen rolled her head to one side and slowly opened her eyes and gave Terry a heavy lidded look. The girl seemed so far away, Barbara thought, rubbing her own engorged nipples in turn. Then Gretchen focused on Terry, and squeezed her thumbs with a kegel; closed her eyes, perhaps to help her concentration, and then squeezed again. Terry turned her thumbs down in response, the girl squeezed again and Terry turned them upward. Then, going with her instinct, she parted them several inches, much as if pulling an orange apart — and considerably widened the girl's cunt. Gretchen mewed like a cat at this, and when Terry snapped her thumb nails together Gretchen screamed! Her head snapped back, and her cunt clamped on the inserted thumbs. Her jaws clenched, and she began to shake as if being electrocuted. "Gretchen!" Barbara called out in alarm, raising her hands as if to ward off the girl's falling from the chair on which she so precariously sat. Gretchen remained seated, and with a serene, almost beatific expression on her face, began to come. Paul watched enthralled, as hot liquid spurted from the girl's cunt. The sudden gush caught Terry off guard, and it splashed into her face with surprising force. "Oh, Jesus!" Gretchen sobbed, the geyser from her pussy continued to ejaculate several more times before ending. She went limp, slumped forward, and would have collapsed to the floor had not Terry reached out and caught her. Paul quickly interceded; helping the young girl regain her seat as she began gasping for air. She was sobbing joyously as her tremendous climax gradually receded. Trevor was next to come, spewing a heavy load that landed first on the floor, and then, as he turned to face his niece, onto Gretchen's neck and shoulder. "Christ, Trev, have you no sense of decency?" His wife yelled. "I couldn't help it, dear. I was coming and didn't want to miss her ejaculation. She's never done that before has she?" Trevor asked, a concerned puzzlement evident in his expression. "No, I think not," Barbara answered. Gretchen?" Terry cooed, "Can you hear me?" The girl slowly opened her eyes and smiled reassuringly at the woman who had brought her off with her thumbs. Her eyes widened, and she bestowed a radiant smile on all those surrounding her. "Wow!" Gretchen said, breathing heavily. "Like cataclysmic! I never..." She failed to finish the sentence. "You squirted, dear," Barbara said. "I did?" "You certainly did," Terry said laughing happily. "Look at my face!" "Wow! I did that?" Yes you did... or that wonderful pussy of yours did it." "Can you..." Gretchen started to say, but Paul over rode her, almost shouting, "I don't know about you people, but I've got to fuck something!" Barbara was standing almost behind him and encircled his waist with her hands. The next thing Paul knew, she had him clenched in her fist. A moment later his member was free and she was on her knees with his prick between her lips; lovingly laving her tongue over his exposed tumescence. Paul closed his eyes momentarily; then not wanting to miss any visual stimulation, quickly reopened them. Barbara pulled him backwards until he lay back on the bed. She moved around and off the bed, pulling his trunks off as she went. Trevor, thinking quickly, grabbed a tube of sun tan lotion and squirted it on his wife's generous breasts. Paul was a sucker for breasts like these, and watched wide-eyed, as Barbara leaned over and pressed his stiff member between them. The tanning oil that had been applied earlier felt delicious to his engorged penis as it slipped in and out between her golden mounds. Next to them Terry had stood up and was holding Gretchen in a tender embrace. They stared into each other's eyes and then tentatively kissed, their tongues circling and probing gently. Trevor felt a little left out, but then decided to do something about it and joined them in the embrace. The two women parted, the blonde teen on his left, the darker brunette on his right, and then they both dropped to their knees and took turns engulfing his cock. Gretchen's hands moved freely over his saliva slickened cock. After one tentative touch of her tongue on his balls, Gretchen leaned back so she could see what her counterpart was doing. Saw Terry reach out to her with her hand, and clasp the back of her head, pulling her forward -- her invitation clear. Gretchen followed Terry's lead, and licked his cock where it was exposed between her fist and Terry's mouth. Seconds later, Terry had Trevor's balls resting flat on her tongue. He groaned happily as her tongue moved over the tautly stretched skin just behind his scrotum. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. Her tongue moved up to the crack of his ass. Terry felt his cheeks on either side of her tongue, and pressed her tongue deeper, wanting to lick him the way she'd seen him lick Ronnie only days before. Terry sensed, and then savored the tiny ridges surrounding his asshole; then licked him there. She had never been turned on more than she was right now by the wanton, unabashed sex that she herself had initiated. Glancing away for a moment, Terry saw the teen now deep-throating Trevor, and marveled at how deeply Gretchen could take Trevor's huge appendage. She abandoned his rectum for the moment, and seized with an insatiable desire to try deep-throating him herself, gently nudged Gretchen with her arm. The teen surmised what Terry wanted and relinquished Trevor's juicy dick to Terry. After a couple of tries, Terry found that she could suppress her gag reflex, and hold him deeply in her own throat. The little "yesss" she got from Gretchen, encouraged Terry to continue mimicking the young girl's technique. Before long, Gretchen was beseeching Terry to allow her to finish him. Terry quickly acquiesced, moving away to take a seat on the side of the bed, and watching her husband tit-fuck Barbara. Wanting to be helpful, Terry found two pillows and placed them under Barbara's head; elevating it to enable Paul's cock to reach Barbara's mouth after driving his member through the slippery cleavage of her tits. Groaning with pleasure, Paul mashed Barbara's breasts against his body until she was compelled to cry out in protest from the discomfort. Almost immediately, he flipped her over, and shoved his manhood into her more acceptable orifice. Barbara's cries ended abruptly, replaced by grunts of pleasure. Terry smiled lewdly, looking on as her husband's hips rammed into Barbara's buttocks, sending her breasts flying off in different directions as he increased the force of his thrusts. Terry laughed loudly when Paul slapped the cheeks of Barbara's ass, making them pink and intensifying her pleasure even more. Finding herself growing bored just looking on, Terry glanced downward on Gretchen and Trevor; saw the girl's tongue languidly worshipping his thick, rigid phallus, her fist clenched tightly around him at the base of his shaft. Terry slipped back down beside the couple, Gretchen, showing little reluctance, yielded his member to the older woman's hungry mouth. "It won't be long now," Trevor gasped, "in case you two want to share the bounty... " Terry's tongue traced a line around the rim of his bulbous prick-head; licked playfully at the silt as it oozed precum, then at long last, sealed her lips tightly around the circumference of his cock, sucking it lovingly into her mouth. Gretchen applauded as Terry deep-throated every last inch of Trevor's long length. Gretchen noted that Terry's labia were splayed wide apart, literally dripping come in her excited state. Unable to resist, the young girl went right for Terry's anus, parting her cheeks until she could make out the tight pink hole of her ass, then moved her tongue so it played over the puckered rim of Terry's rear entrance. Terry's reaction was immediate and somewhat unexpected. "Oh, Jesus, YES!" she yelled, "Put your finger... in there!" Terry's whole body shook. She shoved her rear into the teen's face, demanding more attention; then raised her head, retaining only the very tip of Trevor's cockhead between her lips, as he purged his loins of a heavy, burdensome load, right down her gullet. Terry swallowed. Took a deep breath, and renewed her fellating. Meanwhile, Gretchen worked a finger into Terry's anus, and lapped at the seemingly endless flow of fluid pouring from Terry's cunt. "There..." Terry yelped, "Yes! Now fuck me hard! Fuck me! I'm almost there!" Back on the bed, Paul was on his back, Barbara straddling him. For some reason he had managed not to come. He wanted to come, but hadn't. Barbara rose up, and then sank down, slowly skewering herself upon his shaft. He had made her come twice already, and she knew that another, even more delicious orgasm lay in wait for her. Barbara's mood now centered on bringing Paul as much pleasure as she could. Paul felt the very tip of his cock nudging between the soft, feathery lips between Barbara's legs. She was rubbing him back and forth against her slit, creating a sensation so good he almost wanted to tell her to stop. In turn, she could feel his hardness separating her folds without actually penetrating her. It was most enjoyable to feel her labia sliding on either side of his cockhead as he gingerly entered her from this angle. She was breathless with excitement; concentrating on rubbing his cock back and forth. Holding him still, Barbara rose up on her knees until her lips were right next to his ear, and asked, "Are you ready to fuck?" "Hell YES!" he croaked, and she sank down, slid her pelvis back and forth, wanting to feel his hardness, seeking to make sure he felt the wet, warmth of her at the same time. She bent over him, kissed him, allowed her nipples to be stimulated by his chest. He could feel his cock and stomach growing wetter as her pussy slowly slid over him. Paul pulled her close, sucked a nipple into his mouth. Took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. Then his hands circled around behind her ass, and clenched her cheeks. For a moment, Barbara thought his fingers would slide between her cheeks and she wriggled a bit, trying to give him access to her ass. "I think you like the idea of fucking me," she moaned, happily. "Yeah, I do." "My pussy is so wet." "I can feel it," he replied; then added, "My cock is really hard." "You're telling me. Do you want it in me?" "Yes, oh, yes." "My pussy, or my mouth?" "Where ever you want it, baby." "I want it everywhere." "Well, pick one." She slid down his body, her breasts trailing over his chest; she rubbed back and forth there for a moment. He arched his hips toward her. Barbara groaned, said, "Or, maybe you just want to fuck my tits, we didn't finish that, remember?" "I'll never forget it." ------- Terry could not restrain herself any longer and with a roughness that caught everyone on the floor by surprise, she shoved the young teen aside and mounted Trevor, reached between her legs and took his cock firmly in hand, rubbed the tip of his prick -- now covered with a combination of their combined saliva -- up and down the length of her slit as if she were masturbating herself with his member. When she decided she was ready for him, she deftly steered his magnificent cock into the sucking vortex of her cunt. Gretchen, already getting over her shock at being pushed aside, sulked next to them as Terry's coral pink genitals absorbed his member, inch after inch until it disappeared into her tightly stretched hole and only his balls remained visible. The girl could only watch as Terry began to raise her body up and down so that his prick was drawn repeatedly in and out of her pussy. The young teen gritted her teeth as she watched her uncle plunging in and out of Terry's pussy. Unable to overcome her jealousy and need for revenge at being so curtly deprived of his wonderful cock, she reached in between to copulating couple and grasped his manhood, tugged on it, signaling him as to her desires, and as his weapon slid from Terry's gaping hole, quickly engulfed it in her mouth. She savored Terry's flavor for several licks, then steered his member back between her companion's thighs. "That feels so good," Terry moaned." Thanks, hon." Terry hadn't been certain about what had just happened, she thought Gretchen had pulled him out of her, gave him a quick suck and put him back. 'God, I was so rude to her, pushing her off and grabbing him for myself. What's wrong with me?' She rolled away from Trevor, reached out to Gretchen and said, "Your turn, Hon, fuck his brains out!" Then she held the girl so that Trevor had no choice but to enter her. Then crawled close to them and began to lick at the juncture where his cock was digging into her pussy. Quickly, Terry located Gretchen's clit and worried it. The girl moaned and shivered. Trevor began fucking harder, nearing his climax. Terry's tongue grazed his cock with every thrust. Gretchen shuddered and began her climax. Terry moved her face aside to permit Trevor to stroke deeper with his thrusts. She kept one finger on Gretchen's clit, rubbing it feverishly as the teen wailed out to everyone that she was, "Having a big one." Terry used a finger on her other hand to insinuate itself between the cheeks of Trevor's ass. She was trying to push it inside his ass, but only got the tip of her finger a little of the way in when he began to ejaculate into the hot wet center of Gretchen's sex. Terry watched with considerable enjoyment as Trevor's cum mixed with the juices from Gretchen's pussy; coating his cock, and then accumulated until gravity compelled it to drip onto Terry's chin. Without thought, Terry's tongue curled out and tasted the mingled tastes of both of them. A moment later all three were sitting side by side on the couch, Trevor in the middle with an arm around each woman. "That was fun," he said, as all three looked over at the couple still cavorting on the king-sized bed. ------- "Harder! Oh shit, FUCK MEEEE!" Barbara shrieked, sliding down on his pole like a fireman of yesteryear racing to answer an alarm. "Like my cock?" "I love your cock! I love cock, period. Hear me over there Trev?" "I hear you love," her husband called back, "You'll be getting off soon I expect, eh?" "Yeah... meanwhile I'm whimpering like a slut..." "You are a slut, my dear." "Fuck you, you bastard!" And then to Paul who after all, was pounding his meat into her, "Fill me with that manly dick, baby... here, feel me squeezing you?' "YES! God yes!" Paul responded. "Squirt your hot, sticky stuff into Momma's twat. Shoot it way in... and later I'll smear it all over my slimy titties for you and Trev to lick off." Paul got so excited at her words that he slipped out of her hole. Using one hand to balance herself on the bed, Barbara used the other to guide his cock back inside her. She slid down on his cock quickly, wanting to feel him deep inside her. His hands moved to the top of her thighs, his fingers splayed around her hips. He arched his back seeking to drive himself into her. She leaned forward. He thought it was because she wanted her nipples in his mouth and leaned his head toward her to do that. She, however, was oblivious to her breasts. She'd leaned forward to put pressure on his cock inside her. She wanted to feel the length of him filling her. She wanted to press her clit against him and relieve its insistent urge for stimulation. She moved her hips as rapidly as she could, making the ancient rhythms concentrate at the juncture of his cock and her pussy. She sat up, wanting to press him as deep as possible. One hand wentbehind them to grasp his balls and pull them up against her ass. She pressed them against her, feeling him between her cheeks and against her asshole. "You're going to make me come," he told her. "Good. Come in me. I want to feel it." She actually felt him swell. He moved to meet the thrusts of her hips. That pushed Barbara over the edge, and she climaxed -- turning liquid inside -- shuddering and throwing her head back from the sheer intensity of the orgasm, and that pushed Paul over the edge. He pumped his release into her, crying out as the wave of his orgasm crested feeling like an avalanche of nothing but sensation wracking his body. As they both came down from the high of their orgasms, she laid down on top of him. His cock lay warm and wet inside her. "Wow," he said. "Yes," she said, with the smugness of a woman who knows her power. "I think you liked that," she said with a laugh. "Time to eat," Trevor announced. Only Barbara knew him well enough to realize he meant food. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-05-26 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------