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"Hey, Layla, are you busybodied Saturday night ? Rod asked.

Rod had called his Sister on the phone. The summer was winding down and soon they would both be heading back to their respective colleges for the drop semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a year older and entering her aged year, and had spent the summertime with their female parent and her new husband. Rod had stayed with his Father-God. They were both fix to fly the coop the family unit dramatic event and get back to schooling and be on their own.

"No plans yet,"Layla said."What's up ?"

"I thought you might like to go to a company with me."

"What's the matter, Little Bro, are you so hard-up that you have to ask your sister for a particular date ?"

"Not exactly. It's up at the Lyons'property. recall them ?"

"The Lyons ? You mean the tramp ? What, are they having another one of their uncivilised sex company ? And you want to take me ? What, are you some kind of deviate ?"

The First Council of Lyons lived nearby their Father-God's home, in a big house on almost an acre of land, with a large, screened-in swim pool. They were known to sustain a very open marriage ceremony and were also known to occasionally throw tempestuous parties where anything goes, and their client would come expecting to mingle, swing and swap. Rod and Layla had never been to one but had heard that a lot of wild, mad nooky and sexual experimentation was the purpose and usually the no-holds-barred result.

"No, not a deviant. Just horny I guess ; I haven't been laid in a calendar month. But I thought it might be fun to go and see what it was like. When we get there we can go our separate ways. But I can't go alone. Only couples are invited. The party rules are moderately dewy-eyed : Bring a partner and a bottle and percentage both."

"And you got yourself invited ?"she asked.

"Yep, on the good word of a friend at body of work. I hear they're searching for some unseasoned blood."

"Well, okeh, that's better, I guess. I thought you were getting all Weird on me. But it might be fun. Something unlike, anyway."

"That's what I thought, maybe get into some older material. The party starts at eight. Why don't you come over here a niggling after and we'll head over together. And remember it's a consortium political party. Show off that consistency of yours and you'll have some old guy creaming himself in no time."

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"You look great, Layla,"Rod said, as he looked her over. She was dressed comfortably in albumen short pants and a flowery hangman's rope top which showed off her tanned weapon and ramification, and of course of action her cute posterior and perky breasts.

They were both handsome kids. Rod was tall and angle and wore loading shorts and an indigo batik shirt with tropical birds on it. Both looked ready for a summer party.

"So do you, little brother,"Layla said, handing him a fifth of rum."Now let's go to this party and see how lucky we can get."

They drove separate cars to the party because they had no mind where or with whom they'd end up later that night. They parked about a stop away and walked to the house. They were greeted at the front threshold by Lita Second Council of Lyons, the lady of the planetary house and host of the party, who wore a red, clean and patrician one-piece swimming courting that was trashy wet and clung like glue to her midget trunk and tremendous tits. They all recognized one another from being aloof neighbor, but they made their re-introductions just the same.

"Welcome, and thanks for coming,"Lita said."The bar is out back on the lanai, through those French room access, along the wall to your left field. serve yourself to whatever ; there is plenty of ice and mixers."

They walked out back and found the party already in full swing. There was a buzz in the air, a vivid hum of conversations and rafts of scantily-clad physical structure. They mixed rum with Coke at the bar and found a convenient spot nearby to stand up and observe.

Some of the guests were already letting their monstrosity flags fly. Articles of habiliment were coming off and various body parts were coming out. There were couple in the puddle getting well-disposed and frisky with early distich, mixing teammate. There were small groups scattered around the turgid screened-in expanse, some standing, some lounging in death chair. Two women were sitting on the edge of the pocket billiards making out and two men were in the water in front line of them with their faces glued to their crotches. Rod and Layla were watching when before long the men traded bitch and the two women grinded their kitty into their faces as they sucked each other's tongues.

Rod recognized a woman at the far end of the terrace. It was a womanhood who had lived a couple door down from them when they were teenagers. She had to be close to their Dad's age but was all over a guy many years her junior.

"Hey, is that Mrs. Fitzsimmons over there ?"he said, nodding toward the couple.

"Yes, I think it is,"Layla said."She still looks pretty safe for her age, doesn't she ? Looks like she's got herself a Whitney Moore Young Jr. buck. Looks like you got here too late, Rod."

"Yeah right,"he laughed. Mrs Fitzsimmons was wearing a two spell swimsuit and was kissing the young man passionately. He had his hand on her white meat and she had her hand inside the strawman of his swimming trunks. An older guy with a drunkenness in his handwriting stood to her correct watching them intently.

"Don't be shy !"Lita Lyons said loudly as she breezed by."spirit disembarrass to mingle. We're all here to suffer mass and enlarge our circuit of influence…among former things !"She smiled coyly and kept walking.

Rod scanned around looking for his friend and didn't see him at first. Then they spotted one another at the same time and waved. He was at the far end of the pool with his girl and another couple.

"Hey, there's my ally from workplace,"Rod said."Let's go over, I'll introduce you."

"I'll articulation you all in a mo,"she said."I need to find a bathroom."She set her drink down and headed into the theatre. Rod walked over to his friend.

"Hey Rod, how's it hanging ?"his friend said loudly, laughing. He was sitting with his arm around a slim redheader in a blackened bikini."This is Amanda. And this is her husband Bob,"nodding to his right hand."And you know my girlfriend Lisa."Lisa was on the other slope of Bob, who had a bridge player on her second joint. They all said their hellos.

"What happened to your girl ?"Lisa asked."Did she run off ?"

"That's my, uh…that's Layla,"Rob said."She'll be right back. She had to incur a bathroom."

"She's hot. Does she do girls ?"Lisa asked, with a smirk. Bob gave her a sideways glance.

"I don't know, maybe. Ask her,"he said."I know I do !"They all laughed.

"Are you having fun yet ?"

Rod told them that he had only been here a few mo. They made idle chatter for a unretentive sentence and then Layla joined them. Once again introductions were made all around. Soon Rod's drink was empty and he left to get a refill.

He went to the bar and had to waitress a match minutes as others ahead of him fixed drinks. He looked around at the weird scene. spokesperson and music had become louder and the party was becoming racier by the moment. By the metre he'd gotten his drink he looked at the far end of the patio where two distich had really attracted the attention of a few of the guests.

One couple was honest-to-goodness, perhaps in their 50, and the other twosome was much younger, maybe in their mid-to-late twenties. Both of the men were naked below the waist and were getting their pecker sucked. The new attractive brunette's head was in the lap of the older, balding man, and his shaft was rich in her mouthpiece. His slim, gray-haired married woman was going down on the blond, much-younger man.

"Christ, will you look at that !"a female representative said.

Rod looked to his right and an attractive older woman was standing following to him watching the like spectacle he was.

"If I was going to suck some guy at this party I'd at to the lowest degree try to find oneself someplace a little more secret,"she added.

Rod looked her over and she looked fine. She was maybe fortyish, with coal-black haircloth cut in a shoulder-length bob with a shiny meretriciousness. She was darkly-tanned with a thin, athletic body and a tasty-shaped rump. She wore a frayed, short-circuit blue blue jean skirt that barely housed the top half of her thin thigh, and the stiff nipple of her house, moderate-size tits reached out for him from behind her white-hot metro top. He tried not to gaze and hoped he could think of something intelligent to say.

"Uh, yeah,"he half-stammered."Sure is bold."

"Look at the shit-eating grin on that old fart's face ! That lady friend may be young but she must be one hell of a cocksucker."

Rod was surprised to hear the risqué terminology coming from this attractive, one-time woman. But it was sort of an clamant, ice-breaking turn-on, and he liked her already. And he figured right away that here she was at this party so she must be looking for something new and dissimilar. And maybe that something could be him.

"Do you issue forth to these parties often ?"Rod asked lamely.

"I've been a few times. How about you ?"

"outset time for me."

"I've noticed some new faces. You're form of Loretta Young aren't you ?"

"Twenty-one,"he said.

"Old enough, I guess,"she said. She seemed to look him over for the first metre and liked what she saw : Tall, good-looking, with a mop of beach boy blond hair on his oral sex, broad shoulders and muscled forearms and legs."What's your public figure ?"

"Rod."

"Hmm, Rod, huh ? That's a strong-sounding gens. I'm Maud."

"Pleased to run across you, Maud."

"Pleased to foregather you as well."They shook hands and then she batted her oculus and said playfully,"Gee, what does a gal have to do to get a drink around here ?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. What'll you have ? Your wish is my program line,"he said.

Her optic lingered on his for a consequence. She smiled flirtatiously and said,"Oh, really ? Well, I think I might save my want for later. Right now I'll settle for a drink. Vodka rocks with lime."

Rod felt a tingle and goosebumps broke out on his subdivision as he turned back to the bar. He hoped Maud didn't poster. He was suddenly unquiet because this hot, suave older woman was apparently coming on to him. She was smooth and in ascendance, this he knew, but she was making him feel at informality, at least as a great deal at simplicity as he was capable of at the moment. He tried not to come along too nervous as he filled a glass with ice and poured it full of Stoli. He squeezed a lime wedge and dropped it into the crapulence, then turned and handed it to Maud.

"To a hot summer night,"she said with a snicker, raising her glass.

"To a hot summertime night,"he said, and they tapped glasses.

They were silent for a few instant as they sipped their potable. Rod glanced back over toward his Friend and he saw that his sis had moved on. Layla seemed to be in a oceanic abyss, quicken conversation with another couple a few foundation away.

"Do you want to try to rule someplace where we can sit down ? Get away from the noise, slack a bit ?"Rod said to Maud.

"You're not going to try to uncase me are you ?"

"No. Not without your license, anyway. Maybe with my eyes."

Maud laughed."Oh, you are too cute,"she said."Sure, let's go rule a seat."

Rod topped off his drink with rum and they headed into the theatre. The animation room and family unit room were occupied but Maud knew the layout and led them to an office at the side of the sign. There was a desk against one wall, bookshelves on another rampart, and a lovemaking seat facing the rule book. Maud flipped on a small tabular array lamp and they sat. They were close down together on the loveseat and Rod got a whiff of Maud's scent for the commencement clock time. She smelled mythical. It was Chanel No. 5. He didn't know squat about perfume but he knew that one because it was a fragrance his mother often wore.

"Did you derive to the party with anyone ?"Maud asked.

"Yeah,"Rod said, and took a gulp of his drink. He felt a quick, burning jolt from the rum he'd poured to top off his drink.

"And she's okey with this ?"

"She's OK. I checked her out a few minutes ago and she'd already hooked up with someone. She's not really my girlfriend. We just came together because I was told it was couples only. Who'd you come with ?"

"I came alone. Lita doesn't brain if some of the cleaning lady come by themselves…they just don't want it to be lopsided with too many men and not decent women. So I came to check it out and see if I could find anyone interesting."

"Do you think I'm interesting ?"

Maud turned slightly toward him."fountainhead, let's see. There's a menage party going on. You're young and freehanded and I'm sitting alone with you on a loveseat in a room by ourselves. What do you think ?"

"I like. Sorry if I seem a footling flighty. I've never been to a party like this before."

"Don't be neural, unwind. I know we have a big age difference but I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't like what I see."She stirred her drink with her finger and sucked the liquor off of it."So Rod, say me. What did you arrive to this party looking for ?"

"I don't think I really knew until now. But I think I found her."

Rod's optic were the like easy blue rays penetrating hers. She licked her glossed lips.

"So young, yet so smooth,"she said with a twinkle.

In an instant her backtalk was against his and their lips parted. Their tongues collided and their mouths meshed into a saliva, rum and vodka mosh pit. Rod's branch surrounded her and they kissed powerfully for a self-colored two minutes. Their knife mashed deep into their sassing as their hands roamed over all new district and while Maud's vagina wetted and Rod's cock hardened.

"Let's get out of here,"Maud said when she got her tongue back."I know a place we can go."

She rose and took his script. She led him out a side door and down the drive and they walked swiftly without words up the street. When she stopped they were standing adjacent to a blue sedan.

"Do you possess a car ?"she asked.

"right hand there,"he said, pointing to his Toyota a short distance away.

"O.K., take after me. It's only a ten minute drive, a private piazza out by the lake."She paused for a moment and felt a shake."Give me your bridge player,"she said softly, and pulled his hired man up and under the front of her annulus till it was flush against her crotch."flavour that ?"

"Hmmm, no underclothing,"he said.

"Feel how wet I am ?"

"Yes…"

She took his early hand and put it up under the binding of her dame. She pressed the top of his fingers against her asshole.

"smell that ?"

He nodded.

"That's my butt plug, holding your spot. You get to lease it out."

She kissed him and her tongue Dove deeply into his mouth and then right back out.

"I'm going to put my oral fissure all over you and get you off,"she said hoarsely."And then you're going to put your mouth all over me and get me off."

They kissed again and Maud ran her hand strongly against the outline of his cock through the textile of his trunks. She opened her car door, got in behind the wheel and lowered her window. She signaled him with her fingerbreadth to occur closer. He put his forearms on the open up window and leaned in. She put her lips to his again and took another taste of his tongue for the road.

"You're a ripe kisser,"she said, then whispered :"And I like it in the ass, so get ready. Follow me."

The windowpane rolled up as the engine roared to life. Rod took his keys and his hard-on and walked over to his car, got in and followed her. He was stoked and excited about going to bed with this exciting, erotic older fair sex. But he couldn't imagine even for a second base the instruction he was about to receive.

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Rod's boner abated as he followed closely behind Maud's car. ‘ Who the hell is this adult female ?'he wondered. ‘ And how in Hell did I end up with her ? What am I doing here ?'

After various statute mile Maud turned left onto the old Lake road. The Lake Road was a six Swedish mile loop topology around the expectant, reniform lake. A few minutes later she made another leftfield and Rod followed her down a wooded private road and they parked the elevator car in front of a small lakefront cabin. There was a wooden skiff with a thirty-five horsepower outboard motor on a prevue parked beside the cabin.

Maud got out of her car with only her paint in her hand and Rod followed her to the face door. He eyed the subtle sway of her ass in her short skirt as she walked in front man of him and pictured the stopple up her ass where his mitt had just been.

"Is this your cabin ?"Rod asked as Maud unlocked the deadbolt.

"No,"she said."It belongs to friends. They don't use it very much anymore and they let me get along here when it's not rented."

Once inside Maud flipped on a light and closed the room access behind them. She tossed her keys onto a board by the door and turned to Rod and they embraced. Their bodies were plastered together as they kissed and Rod felt the pleasant-tasting pressure sensation of her tits against his chest and his groin against hers. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

The cabin was one declamatory way with a low kitchen on one side and the sleeping accommodation on the former. There was also a loft above the living orbit and a deck of cards outside overlooking the lake.

Once inside the bedroom Maud swung around to front Rod and sucked his spit into her mouth and put her handwriting between his legs.

"Are you ready for a great piece of ass ?"she asked.

"Yes."

"Good,"she said, rubbing his rooster."Because I can't wait to lactate this thing. Be veracious back."She went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Rod sat on the bed and waited. He looked around the simply-furnished room : a bed, a actor's assistant with a mirror, a nightstand, a chair. He heard the john flush and H2O running in the sump for a minute or two. Then the room access opened and Maud reentered the bedroom.

She was completely nude. The only thing on her body was a five o'clock shadow of pubic hair above her moistness slit. Rod could not conceive his thoroughly circumstances as he took in the hatful of her gorgeous body, its aphrodisiac length and meagreness, her perked tit, slim waist and taut stomach. Her skin was deeply bronzed from face to feet without a single tan credit line anywhere, not even from a ring or a wristwatch. It was obvious that Maud spent much of her summer into the sun and out of her clothes.

"Your body is beautiful,"Rod said, as she walked to him.

"Thank You. Now let's get a look at yours."She knelt before him and unbuttoned his shirt.

Rod removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Maud kissed his muscly, hairless chest and traced her tongue over his nipple and down over his straight stomach as she unfastened his shorts. She hooked her fingers inside the pliant sash of his underpants and yanked his shorts down to his ankle joint. His thick, erected stopcock popped out and bounced up and down in salute ; its pee hole was already glistening with expectation.

"Oh, wow,"Maud said."Now I guess I know why they call you Rod !"She licked her backtalk and then licked the tip of his pecker and ran her tongue along the eight stiff inches of it."cum in my mouth."He groaned when she wrapped her lips around it.

Rod leaned back on his hands and gently swung his groyne into her, fucking her mouthpiece as she sucked him. Her custody were under his butt buttock, squeezing gently, coaxing him to cut loose with anything he had stored up inside. He held back even as he poked her, not wanting to come too soon. He wanted to prolong what was happening as long as he could. But he was uneasy to get on to other things too.

She had his solid prick in her mouthpiece and he could feel her tongue massaging his shaft. She pinched his ass harder, in sentence with her oral examination gymnastics. He groaned with each of her vacuum sups and pushed his cock into her throat. He dug his hands into her articulatio humeri and tried to pluck her head closer even though that was virtually unsufferable.

This went on for various minute of arc : Rod's moans and Maud's slurps punctuating their movements, his hands and breakwater in supple sync with her hands and mouth as she gave head.

When he came Maud felt like he was sandblasting the back of her throat. Rod bleated loudly and his body shook all over as he released, sooner than he'd wanted but he could hold up it back no longer. His cum plowed its way up and exited his tool in a powered stream almost too wide for its electric receptacle, sizzling like a geyser letting off steam.

Maud gagged as she held on and his forget me drug of semen were delivered, each lesser than the one before. When he was finally emptied she de-mouthed his greasy cock, slick with saliva and jizz, and rose to snog him with his cum oozing from the turning point of her sass. She put her open backtalk on his and pushed her tongue into him, shoving his unused sperm deep into his mouth. If I'm going to unsay his cum, she thought, so will he.

She pushed him back so he was lying flat on the bed with his feet on the floor and his short around his ankles. She slid her defenseless torso upward and over his until her pussy sassing were on his mouth. She straddled him with her free weight on her knees and sat on his face. Gently she swirled her twat around his sass, teasing.

"salt lick me,"she said.

Rod obliged. He ran his tongue along her silken folds, tasting her, his mouth slowly filling with her sourish brine. Then he speared his glossa into her.

"Oh yes !"she gasped."nookie me with your tongue. That's good."

Rod jabbed her over and over, reaching his tongue as far into her as he could. His olfactory organ was mashed into her breakwater so he took quick breathing space when he could. Maud moved her cunt around, and with his tongue inside her she wiggled her clit under his amphetamine lip.

"sucking me while you tongue-fuck me,"she purred.

With her clit resting on the backrest of his lingua, Rod curled his lip around her taut putz. She oohed and aahed as he massaged it and she grounded into him, forcing his tongue into her deeper still. This went on and on, with a chorus of Maud's moan and Rod's jaw beginning to cramp.

A duet feet south Rod's cock was again at straight attention and pulse at the line, but Maud had other estimation. She changed berth slightly so her asshole was against his backtalk. She expertly positioned herself and maneuvered her rear end cud between his lips.

"Take it out,"Maud said, breathing heavily.

Rod brought his hand up to her ass but Maud stopped him.

"No, no,"she hissed."With your teeth."

This was all new territory for Rod but he didn't want to sound like a puritan so he went for it. He clamped his teeth onto the rim that protruded from her seemly ass. Then Maud slowly rose her body up and the remainder of the plug, four or five in, gradually emerged from her asshole and Rod held it with his dentition. He spit it out and it rested on his chest.

"Thank you,"Maud said, and lowered her butthole to his mouth."slug my ass,"she rasped.

Again, new territory."What ?"he said.

"lap it !"she said."It's clean. Don't worry, it's the cleanest asshole you'll ever lick. And tonight it's yours."She pressed her asshole to his lips.

Rod stuck his clapper out through his lips until the tip met her sphincter muscle. He felt it give and finis in response. It felt like it had opened quite wide, and it continued to stretch and contract as he rimmed her. His trepidation eroded and he began to savour what he was doing the more he heard Maud's sounds of delight.

"Ah, yes,"she murmured."That's it, that's good."

After a few instant of that Rod knew where he was going side by side. He knew Maud would expect it, so he did it before he was asked. He grabbed her thigh with both hands and pulled her ass flush to his face and plunged his tongue as deep as he could into her asshole.

"Oh God, yes !"she groaned, and grinded her ass into his face, wanting all of it."Oh fucking, you're a natural."

Rod worked his right hand over from her thigh to her pussy and slipped two finger's breadth into her and she was suddenly getting it in both ends. Maud's finger were stroking her clit in colligation with his.

Their symphony of spit and finger fucking went on for what to Rod, seemed like a longsighted clock time. Rod's mouth was occupied of course, but Maud's made enough noise for both of them with her blissful fleshly whine. And she was right, Rod thought, it was clean, and tasted unspoilt, kind of fruity. She was lubed and ready.

By now, Rod's shaft was throbbing like a grease bike. Fat and stretched and achy, it was back in total, well done and ready.

Rod decided to force the upshot a slight bit. With his hands he pushed her ass away and to the side. Maud lost her correspondence and he pushed her down onto the bed next to him and rolled on top of her, his face square with hers. The butt plug plopped onto her left tit.

"Your ass tastes good,"he said."But it's all gracious and lubricate ; we shouldn't let that go to barren. It's time to put it to upright use."

Rod slipped a finger into her asshole, then two, and wiggled them, slithering in the slickness within, the walls of her trench hugging them. Then he rubbed his slimy finger's breadth over his violet helmet and up and down his shaft. He put the fountainhead of his half-lubed dick, swollen and aching, against her wink rim.

"kick in it to me,"Maud said."The whole enchilada."She gripped her hands onto his hips.

Rod leaned in and pushed the fountainhead of his cock against her whoreson. Maud took a deep breathing place and opened full, and pulled him to her. She grunted when he entered her but he was surprised how easily and quickly her ass swallowed up the psyche and the firstly couple in of his dick.

"That's it, that's goodness, Big Boy. Give me what you got."

He pushed and felt the tight delight of the imperativeness of her warm up arsehole on his shaft. Then he pulled back and swung his meat into her. She squawked and dug her polished nails into him and just like that he was balls-deep.

Rod had his hands vapid on Maud's shoulder as he fucked her, and her body moved in concert with his, her experienced, quivering ass sucking his stopcock like it had never been sucked before. She lowered one mitt to her swollen, hungry button, stroking it, and with every sexy swing into her backrest doorway he pounded her harder, and she stroked herself severe, then faster, together.

"You like that ass, don't you ?"she jeered.

"Oh Yeah,"he said breathlessly. He could feel hotness like an oven in his groin from the slick down rubbing of his dick scraping the walls of her soapy asshole again and again as they fucked, and the more he drilled her the more she wanted.

"You like licking it, you like fucking it."

"Uh huh,"he grunted, pounding away, sweating with a new intensity.

"That's it, keep it up, sticking me with your big, fat rod. I'm going to come big…I always do when I'm assfucked."

Rod suddenly realized he was having the easily fuck of his aliveness. Maud's ass was like a pressure cooker, steaming his hot blimp, now long and plump with the motivation to explode.

Maud's asshole was also burning with the longing and she rubbed her swelled tool even harder, vigorously coaxing her own climax.

She stared at him unblinkingly and his eyes were wide blue angel pocket billiards staring back at hers. He grunted with each hindrance of their consistence and each drilling of his screw into her anchor.

"Yes, Yes ! Ugh, fill me up."She squeezed his cock with her ass muscles and strummed her button like a harp.

Rod's testis were bubbling but the anal retentive arrest on his member kept his sperm from swimming downstream.

"Oh, God,"she howled,"I'm gon na come."

Rod felt the pressure on his cock lessen as she howled again and began her release. Her body gyrated in cramp as her cum came in waves and her head shook side-to-side. He rammed his cock into her relaxed ass harder and the resistance and fit was by now a perfect matrimony, his clumsiness skating in and out of her ass over and over, working in tandem like a well-oiled simple machine. His seed soon had an exit strategy and he bellowed like never before when it rose up through him and his dick felt like an overloaded electrical circuit when it blew.

As his ejaculate barb into the reaches of her trench, Rod felt Maud's cum flowing out of her and tickling his chunk. piffling by little he gradually slowed his fuckrhythms and when finally his spurts were spent he stopped and they both simultaneously smiled.

"That was incredible,"Rod said. It was all he could mean of.

"It was. And your hammer is wonderful, it fills me up. But you can consume it out now."

Rod smiled again sheepishly and pulled out. He rolled onto his book binding next to her and realized he still had his horseshoe on and his shorts were still wrapped around his ankle joint. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his shorts on the floor.

"That's it,"Maud said."Get comfortable."

Rod wasn't sure if she was kidding or not. He picked up the butt plug from the mattress between them and started examining it. Maud shifted her body onto her side to face up him.

"Not nearly as big as your cock is it ?"she said.

He shook his head, laughing. She took the hack from his hired hand and licked it from end to end and then put the whole thing into her mouth. After respective puckered power-sucks she took it out of her sassing and handed it back to him.

"Go ahead,"she said.

"What ?"Rod said nervously.

"Go ahead. nurse it,"she said. He hesitated."Don't be a prude. You've already licked my asshole, for Christ's sake, so what's the difference ? I want to see you suck it."

Rod looked at her and her eyes burned into his.

"It's a turn-on !"she added.

After a bit Rod shrugged and put the laughingstock plug into his mouth, first the tip and then in one motion the length of it disappeared and he sucked on it as she had. When he removed it from his mouth she replaced it with her tongue and she kissed him with a barbarian personnel. Then she lay back on her side of meat facing him with her hand on his semi-hard.

"Have you ever sucked prick ?"Maud asked him point-blank. She began caressing him.

Rod squirmed and hoarsely said that he had not.

"Why not ?"she asked.

"It's not something I've thought about. It's not something I want to do."

"You should try it. I bet you'd be good at it."

"What ?"he asked, more uncomfortable.

"You did a pretty damn good job sucking my button. I bet you could suck a mean gumshoe too."

Maud couldn't assist but card that Rod's putz was again fully erected in her hand.

"wellspring, will you take care at that,"she said nodding at his well member."You've gotten hard again with all this public lecture about sucking cocks."

"I don't think that's it."He ran his finger through her glistening black hair.

"So I guess you've never been fucked up the ass, either ?"she said.

"No,"he said.

"You should try it, you might like it. I know I do."

"I could tell."

"Yeah, it's like a drug or something. And the bigger the cock the expectant the high,"she said, squeezing his cock between her fingers."Ah, it must be fun to be a vernal man. You've already come in my oral fissure and my ass, and now you're already raring to go again. I guess now you want some pussy."

Rod turned on his face and with one hand behind her head he reached his other bridge player to her vagina. It was wet.

"That sounds like a great musical theme,"he said.

"okeh, let's go for it, Romeo. But later I want you to do my ass again, okay ?"

Rod mumbled a positive response as he rolled her over on her belly, mounted her from the rear and slid his stopcock into her wet, unloosen cunt.

"That's it, fuck me from behind, like a dog. Fuck me like you're the Alpha and I'm your bitch."

Rod has his hands on her articulatio coxae and started slinging it to her pretty skilful. But after the slip, cubbyhole baseball glove of her asshole, fucking her vagina felt like he was jabbing his pecker into a slack, sloppy void. He grunted with each brawny push but lubed as they were it was almost as if he could feel nothing.

"Squeeze me,"he said, as he pumped away and lightly bit her neck.

He felt her snatch walls closing in on him, and it felt better, a little tighter and he continued to poke away, but as his hammer kept gliding in and out of her saucy grab he kept thinking about her ass. He wanted back in.

After a few minutes banging in Maud's slippery slope he realized that despite his stiffness he was no finisher to another orgasm. Finally he slowed his rhythm and pulled out.

"I want some more rump roast,"he whispered into her ear.

"Yes !"she rasped, as he lowered his header to her butt.

He spread her cheeks apart with his thumb and she groaned with mirthfulness when he flicked his lingua around her rim. He rimmed her for several minute, taking his time, his oeuvre punctuated by Maud's satisfied sigh. Rod stifled a chortle while he licked her flexing asshole and listened to her sexy sing. We're public speaking in knife, he thought to himself.

Maud's loudest outburst yet came when Rod rammed his tongue into her ass as knockout and as deep as he could.

"Jesus Christ you're good !"Maud barked."Hmmm…"

In and out, in and out it went, and he felt her asshole pinching his tongue with every plunge into it. After a dead while of this, pushing his tongue inscrutable inside and then fighting the military capability of her tightening asshole to pull it back out, he felt an aching in his impudence and jaw and bang another cramp was coming. His cock was on full phase of the moon alert and still slick with lube and pussy juice, and prepare for a repeat performance up Maud's lush, hot butt.

Rod backed off and stretched his facial muscles every which way to fight off the cramp. Maud's asshole opened all-inclusive and closed several times, winking at him. He stuck his finger in. It was still greased with spit and lube and semen. Maud raised her ass up in invitation. She opened her asshole wide-eyed and held it.

"Bottoms up,"she said.

Rod didn't hesitate this time around. He put the forefront of his pole inside her stretched maw and rammed it home.

"Yeow !"Maud screamed.

In no metre Rod was hammering her like a nail gun. Bang, smasher, hit, knocking bottom. He knew Maud liked getting assfucked and he decided to break her one to remember and she hissed with every shaft and the bed skeleton groaned along with her. Rod was breathing backbreaking and loving the hot, tight friction on his cock as he rammed her. He reached around her, searching for her gash, wanting to fill her both ways, but her hand was already in place, stroking herself, cajoling her cunt to another orgasm.

She came first, with a impact. It was as if the clog dancing up her ass had pushed it out of her. She howled like a dog as she excreted her lie with potion in a cosmic string of riffle onto the bed, and her asshole tightened like a windlass until she was through. Then she wilted onto the bed, instantly relaxing all her brawniness, including her spent sphincter. She lay there limp while Rod pounded her ten, eleven, twelve more times until he had emptied his Lucille Ball deep into her again.

-- --

"Roll over on your breadbasket,"Maud said."Let me see your ass."

They had been lying in the bed for XX minutes in recovery fashion. It was now after midnight.

"What ? Why ?"Rod said.

"I said roll over."

"What are you going to do ?"he asked as he did as he was told.

Maud traced her finger's breadth around his hind end brass and along the gap of his ass. He winced in surprisal when she jerked his buttocks apart.

"You have a nice ass,"she said.

He winced again when he felt her tongue on the rim of his ass. It felt very extraneous to him…it was another first…but he quickly decided he liked it. He sighed loudly when she inserted her glossa into him.

"Oh, God !"he said. For several minute he felt her smooth, wet clapper slipping into him, poking, stroking, massaging him. The same tongue that had been on his cock and in his mouth was now up his ass.

Once she removed her tongue Rod was still basking in the pleasure of it all when he shrieked like a goat in a yield trap when he felt a saccade of something foresightful being bolted up his ass.

"Holy fuck !"he yelled,"What the Scheol ?"

"It's my butt joint plug,"Maud said."Leave it in for a trivial while. See if you like it. I'll be justly back."

Then she walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

-- --

When she came out of the bathroom she was dressed. She walked over and sat on the border of the bed.

"Thanks for a hell on earth of a night, Rod, but I have to be going."

"That's it ?"Rod asked, shocked that it was over so suddenly."Already ?"

"Yes, I got ta go."

"Can I see you again ? I don't have to head back to school for a few more days."

"It's allure, but I don't think that's a estimable idea. Tonight was great, really it was. But that's all it was : Tonight."She leaned down and kissed his lips.

"Do you want your butt spark plug back ?"Rod asked, reaching behind his back.

"No, I have others. You keep it. As a souvenir."

Maud got up and walked out of the room. Rod followed her, naked with a limp cookie and a fire hydrant sticking out of his ass. He watched her pick up her keys and open the figurehead door.

"turn the lock and pull the door all the way shut when you leave,"she said on her way out.

-- --

The next day Rod called Layla and they compared notes. Layla had gone household with an former couple and they had spent the night in versatile three-way combinations. In the break of the day they cooked her breakfast.

Rod told her about his nighttime and its sharp ending. They agreed that they had both made out rather fortuitously by not hooking up with a maniac or anything, but neither felt like it would get a lifestyle.

Over the next few daylight Rod drove by the cabin a few times hoping to catch a glimpse of Maud but the place was vacant. He realized that she had planned her workplace and worked her plan to perfection—she'd picked up a Loretta Young guy and gotten what she'd wanted anonymously. And by using the cabin she wouldn't have to worry about some smitten college kid sniffing around or knocking on her door.

Rod went back to schooltime and became immersed into college life. He reconnected with a effortless girlfriend he had seen for a while the year before but that didn't last too long. She got tired of him trying to fuck her up the ass all the time.

Rod began to clear that his life had changed, undoubtedly altered by his Night with Maud. He found himself staring at hind end all the time. Every attractive lady friend he'd see on campus whether it was in course, walking out on the musculus quadriceps femoris, in the library, wherever it was, he'd be staring at her ass. He wondered if she liked it up there. Same with the module and staff, even guy sometimes. He began to wonder if he was anal-retarded or something.

He managed to have a sexual relationship with two other young woman that semester. One was abhorred by the thought of anal sex ; the other let him go there a couple times grudgingly. But it didn't compare to the memory of Maud. She craved it. Rod missed it.

At the end of the semester Rod went base for Xmas geological fault. Again he drove by the cabin by the lake a few clock time. It was always void except once. He saw a car parked there so he knocked on the door and a small, plump Mexican woman answered. ‘ I no know no Maud,'she said.

Christmas was always weird with divorced parents, splitting time and celebrating everything twice. He caught up with some supporter, did some temp work to make some extra money, but Rod couldn't hold to get the perdition back to school.

So, back to schooling he went, chasing his sheepskin and chasing prize. He picked back up with the lady friend he'd been seeing the previous semester so at to the lowest degree he was getting a picayune tail now and then. She didn't really get into it though ; she just wanted Rod to fare so he could pull his infernal thing out.

Toward the end of the semester his begetter called him with some news.

"Hi, Dad,"Rod said when he took the call.

"Hello, son, how are you ?"

"Oh amercement, just studying for finals."

"That's commodity. When is your last exam ?"

"Next Th. I'll probably come menage on Saturday."

"That's good. Look, there's something I have to tell you."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"wellspring, I've been seeing a woman."

"Hey, good for you, Dad. It's about sentence you got back in the bicycle seat. How long has this been going on ?"

"I met her a few months ago at a ally's sign of the zodiac. She's a head at an primary school. And I asked her to move in with me."

"Oh, wow, it must be sober ! Am I going to own a stepmother ?"

"I don't know, perhaps one of these daytime. It was just loose this way. I'm still traveling a lot during the week. But I wanted to let you roll in the hay ahead of clip. I didn't want you to come home for the summer and be blindsided."

"Well, I appreciate that."

"Anyway, you'll sports meeting her future weekend. Her name is Marisa and I'm sure you'll like her."

"I'm sure I will,"Rod heard himself saying before they ended the cry. Rod was now very well-chosen that he already had his summertime job lined up. The summertime was shaping up to be a piddling different than summers past.

-- --

Rod drove dwelling from schooling and arrived at the house late Saturday afternoon. He walked inside without unloading his car. His father was in the family way watching a ballgame on TV.

"Hi, Dad,"he said as he entered the room.

"Hey, welcome home ! How was your trip ?"

"Oh, fine, fluid sailing."

"That's skilful. And adept to make you home."

Rod plopped onto the sofa and they chatted over the play-by-play on the TV. They talked for a few minutes about sportswoman, examination, his summertime job, among former things.

"So how's married life treating you ?"Rod asked, touching on the issue he was most curious about.

"Oh, we're not going there yet,"his father said with a laugh."Marisa's upstairs. We spent some time today at the club and then when we got home she went for a swimming. She wanted to shower and get herself ready to run into my son for the first clip, I guess."

"How's cohabitation going so far ?"

"Good. It just seemed to make sense for both of us. I'm usually on the road during the week, and she's off much of the summer. So she rented out her townhome and moved in here. She loves to sun and use the pool, so it was an prosperous decisiveness. And she's pretty assuredness, I think you'll like her. She won't halter your style."

"I'll be working a lot so I'm not too concerned…"

"wellspring, speak of the devil,"his Father-God interrupted, muted the TV sound and stood up.

Rod rose and turned toward the door where there stood a slim, tallish, brown-haired woman in a flowery sundress with flimsy straps over her shoulder joint that sexily contrasted her tanned arms and legs.

"Come in, Marisa, converge my son."

She strode into the elbow room with a confident grin on her face. But when she approached and was a few metrical foot away her tempo wobbled slightly and Rod felt a brick in his abdomen. He saw the flavour of a frightened cervid in her oculus, which bored into his. He was looking at Maud.

"Nice to foregather you,"Marisa said nervously, and raised her arm to shake hands.

"Nice to play you too,"Rod said. They shook and then stood there, frozen. Marisa was daunt shitless ; Rod wanted to get the Hell out.

Dad didn't seem to notice. He tried to charter them and ran on about how great it was that they were all together and what a great summertime it would be. Then he said he was going to take the three of them out to dinner.

"Uh, Dad, I can't go out to dinner. I've already made plans,"he lied.

"No…"

"Yes, I'm encounter some buddies. Sorry, I wish you had told me beforehand."

"You're mightily,"his dad said."Sorry, we will do it tomorrow."He turned to Marisa."Hon, we're on our own tonight."

Rod noticed an ever-so-slight exhale and a expression of assuagement on Marisa's face.

"It's my pleasure to see you,"Rod said, looking into her eyes. He detected a subtle grin and nod."I look forward to getting to know you. I can see my dad has keen selection in charwoman. But I need to unload my car and get ready to cope with my friends."

He had no architectural plan early than to get the fuck out of that house.

-- --

After he moved his stuff into his old bedroom he showered and headed out. He stopped into a duet of his old stamping ground but didn't find anyone he knew. So he bought a six pack and ram out to the cabin where he and Maud/Marisa had had their tryst. It was vacant so he parked his car and sat outside on the pack of cards for a couple hours staring at the lake and drinking beer. It was late when he drove home.

The next day Rod kept himself busy part of the day getting situated in his room while his father and Marisa sat around the syndicate in the backyard. He'd sneak peeks out the window every now and then and admire how amercement she looked in her Black person two-piece. As tan as he remembered her, and just as sleek. He couldn't avail visualizing her completely tan naked eubstance, in bed atop him, and under him, his cock inside her, and his natural language in her mouthpiece and her cunt and her ass. He became half-hard with the cerebration of it.

They went out for an early dinner to a popular seafood restaurant. Rod and his Father-God ate big combo platters and Marisa nibbled on a crab salad. They made out of work chatter for an hour as they dined and although the vibe was a footling tense they gradually became more relaxed. Rod made sure to compliment Marisa a twain metre. He told her how nice she looked in her red attire, and he wasn't lying either. It was decollete and was held up only by what looked like two string of red alveolar consonant floss looping over her shoulders. It showed just a hint of segmentation and two braless mammilla etched into the slim fabric. Rod tried not to get caught looking but didn't think he was too successful.

The next day was Mon and Dad was off on business. All Rod had planned was to go down to the manufacturing plant and strike precaution of all the paperwork for his summer job. He would be working the day shift from 7 a.m. till 3:30 p.m. each day. On the way out in the dawning Marisa stopped him and asked if they could talk for a minute.

"Thank you for keeping our secret,"she said."It makes things a lot well-to-do that way."

"Of form. I wouldn't want to burst Dad's bubble."

"Well, I appreciate it."

"So your name isn't really Maud ?"

"No, it's Marisa. Sometimes I go by Maud."

"When you don't want somebody to find you. Or bother you."

"Yes, sorting of. But your founding father told me your figure was rich, not Rod."

"Rod is a nickname. R-O-D are my initials : Richard Orwell Davis."

"Oh, I see. front Rod, I'm sorry. But I have a prominent job in the school system. It would not be very in effect if a rumor got started that I picked up a college boy for anal retentive sex."

There was an awkward silence as they stood there looking at each early for a foresighted moment.

"I thought about you a lot after that,"he said."I went to the cabin looking for you even though I knew you wouldn't be there. I wanted to live over that night. Do it all again. And you know what else ? You turned me into a backdoor man."

"I knew you were a natural,"she said softly, with a jot of a smile. Rod saw dewiness in her eyes. He took her manpower in his.

"But since I can't be your back entrance man, I guess I'm just going to have to nail down for having the live stepmom around."He squeezed her men and kissed her on the cheek.

"I got ta go,"he said, and headed out the door.

-- --

Rod started his job the next morning time. He would bring till three-thirty and was home before four. And usually he would steer right out back to the pool for a quick swim to refresh. Marisa was on her summertime vacation so only worked occasionally when she had meetings or conferences scheduled. She was a sun worshipper so on some days she'd be in a bikini, lying in a couch chair beside the pool when he got home. He'd say hi, diving in and swim a few lap, then go into the house and up to his elbow room. He'd often watch Marisa from the window as he dressed.

Over the first couple Rod and Marisa were like ships passing in the night. On weekends he'd go his way and his father and Marisa would go theirs. But the weekdays, Monday through Thursday at least, they shared the space and gradually loosen up and became more comfortable living under the Lapplander roof. They shared meal and jokes and innuendo, maybe even flirted a trivial. And they stole glimpse at each other.

Then one hot, sunny Th there was an equipment breakdown at work. The bosses sent Rod and all of the summertime proletarian home a mates 60 minutes early so the alimony crew could take a crap repairs. Rod got home early and went up to his elbow room to change into his swim shorts. Like any other day he peeked down at the kitty. There she was, like most Day, lying in the waiting area, shades over her eyes, listening to NPR on the radio receiver, her lean dead body basking in the undimmed sun, her black hair wet and plastered to her head. But this clip she was topless.

Rod licked his lips as he took in the delicious sight. She really is a sexy bitch, he told himself. He watched her for various minutes and found it was firmly to draw his eyes away. He took some zoomed photograph of her with his sassy headphone for future reference. Wearing only his swim trunks he quietly made his way down to the French doors that opened onto the kitty area.

He opened the doors and slipped outside. She hadn't seen him, her eyes must take been closed. She hadn't heard him either, she was listening to the radio. He sauntered over and when he was a few feet away he made a loudly coughing dissonance. Marisa's consistency started and she scrambled to rule her bra on the table next to her.

"Oh my God, do you always lounge around here topless ? What's this globe coming to ?"Rod said with faux botheration, then laughed.

Marisa located her top and placed it loosely around her breasts and glared at him, her centre panoptic with shocked plethora. Rod took the waiting area electric chair next to her and sat cladding her.

"You're home early,"Marisa said.

"well ?"

"fountainhead what ?"she asked, her deal clutched on the bikini top covering her tits.

"Do you always lay around here topless ?"

"fountainhead, not always,"she said, relaxing. Her fount broke into a smile."Sometimes I go bottomless too !"

"Hmmm,"Rod said."I'd like to check that out sometime."

"I don't think it's anything you haven't already seen before, is it ?"

Rod reached over and grabbed onto her bikini top. He tried to get out it away but Marisa held it tight.

"seed on, Marisa, let go. Make my day."

They both smiled flirtatiously. Rod imagined the sparkle in her heart behind her Ray-Bans. She loosened her hold on the fragile garment. He pulled it away and tossed it onto the seat shock beside her.

"There,"he said."That's better."

"How long did you stare at me before you came outside and said something ?"

"Long enough. I stare at you all the time. You look unspoilt, Marisa."

"Thank you."

"You wearing your cigarette plug right now ?

"Don't be naughty, now."

"I still have the one you gave me. I stick it up there sometimes, whenever I think of you."

Marisa looked down and pretended to move something imaginary from her sweaty belly.

"Do you need help with anything ?"he asked."Spreading tan lotion on any hard-to-reach spots ? Like your erogenous zone, or your private percentage ?"

She stared at him a present moment, her eyes a secret behind her saturnine nuance. Then she collected her towel and bikini top and stood up.

"It's getting kind of hot out here,"she said."I think I'll go inside."She started walking to the house.

"If you're hot, why not go for a swimming ?"he called after her.

He watched her swiveled ass and bare back as she walked away. She opened the French doors to the schoolmaster bedroom and disappeared inside. The door was left halfway open behind her.

Rod looked at the sofa where Marisa had just lain, and he could see its impression left in the shock. There was a paperback Quran and a tall glass, half-filled with tea and melting ice on the table. He looked back over at the afford door to her—and his founding father's—bedroom. He stood up, wondering if he should or shouldn't. His tickled cock told him he should.

He walked over to the room access and slipped inside. Even with the door heart-to-heart it seemed nighttime inside the chamber after the bright sun outside. His eyes were adjusting when she spoke.

"What took you so long ?"she said.

She was standing by the bed, naked except for her skimpy, damp Bikini bottom plastered over her hornlike cameltoe. God, she's hot, he thought. He walked to her and wrapped his spread blazon around her and her paw immediately delved inside the back of his luggage compartment to fondle his firm ass. Their undefended lip met and their tongues collided in a retentive mouthfuck. Rod felt his stiffening rod being pushed down by the fabric of his shorts as Marisa pushed them floorward.

"I knew this would happen,"Marisa said, in between spit sucks."I didn't know how or when, but I knew…"

"Me too,"he said.

With a immediate rush Rod felt his trunks suddenly fall around his mortise joint and his erected dick was flopping up and down from the strength of it. He knelt down in front end of her, his olfactory organ an in from Marisa's dank genital organ. He yanked the thin material of her bikini rump aside, spread her lush lips and buried his mouth into her, licking, lapping, sucking, eating, and she ran her fingers through his tomentum and over his scalp. She screamed with delight and leaned into him, screwing his face.

Rod's hands snuck up under her rear and he wedged her boldness apart, his fingers searching for her burrow of beloved. Her motherfucker instantly dilated at his touch, so Rod filled the void by ramming two of his pussy-dripped digit into her.

"Oh, Jesus Good Shepherd,"she belted out, digging the digging.

Rod kept mashing his face into her kitty, getting off on her groan, and he sucked her turgid clitoris and continued to cranch his fingers into her cocksucker, prepping it for the main act. He felt the effect of her crotch compressed against his face.

"Oh, God,"she squealed.

He turned her torso and beat back her onto the bed with his face. Her twisted huitre tasted fine and was mushy in his sass, but his hawkshaw was hard and prance and ready to deal aim on her wet, candid twat.

"God, I've waited for this. I've got to fuck you,"he said as he mounted her."Then your ass is mine."

She fed his cock into her all the way and squeezed it with every cunt brawn she had. Rod groaned as he started pumping her and his dilate shaft felt the encouragement from her collapsing paries.

Her ass was barely on the bed and her legs flailed in air as he drilled her. They both breathed and hissed heavily as they fucked. Rod wanted to release his stony burden and unload his cum into her so he could move on, relieved, to her ass. And conduct his time. Marisa understood.

They screwed hard. He punched, she scrunched. He fucked, she bucked. She dug her fingernails into his back. He dug his fingerbreadth into her ass. It was looser than he liked, despite her carnal clenching, but he kept grinding away, thinking about her cubby asshole. When he finally came it was an eruption, and their bodies were a savage dyad that shook as one, and he was as recruit into her as he could be, cock in cunt, fingers in ass and knife in backtalk. When he was done he pulled out and turned her over on her belly as he pushed her onto the middle of the bed.

"Wait !"Marisa reached over to the nightstand and opened the shallow drawer. She took out a humble rubbery tube-shaped structure and handed it to him."Here,"she said.

"Thanks, we'll get to that,"Rod said. Then he pulled aside the narrow strip of her Bikini bottom of the inning and buried his tongue into her ass.

She bugled like an elk. He decided he would tongue her till she came, then he'd fuck her ass. It took about fifteen minutes of his licking and rimming and tongue-fucking her butthole, her moaning throughout, until she had an orgasm. She had been stroking her clit like she was churning butter the full metre and when she came it was like a breached watershed.

"shag Christ !"she bellowed.

Her warm wet rush ran deep and puddled on the bedspread. It would ingest to be cleaned, Rod thought, before the old man got home. Then he rose up onto his knees behind her, between her peg, and picked up the metro. He squeezed a handsome amount into his workforce and rubbed his palms up and down over the shaft of his sturdy tool and then jabbed his fingers in and out of Marisa's asshole. Then he pointed his pole at her hole.

Marisa felt the tip of his cock kissing her ass and opened it panoptic for him. Rod didn't hesitate and pushed his reload missile into her, the smooth cushioned friction arousing and encouraging him encourage, and he found his rhythm, and fucked her, and she squinched her ass around him, and with every pulsing she hissed with bated breath.

He pounded her for several minutes and soon felt his cum coming. He groaned like a leaky baritone sax and Marisa recognized it for what it was.

"Keep it up !"she blurted."Keep going."

Rod ejaculated rich into her and his ejaculate tickled the head teacher of his dick, but he kept pounding away nonetheless. After a couple more min his tool was spent. But he kept drilling hoping to reach pay dirt.

He finally did. Her body trembled and her arsehole loosened around his drain member. She came again, and Rod pulled out and watched his cum roll out of her mother fucker as her dead body vibrated on the mattress. Then he traced his knife along the crack of her ass and upwards over her sweaty back to her neck and sucked her ear lobe into his mouth.

"God, we can fuck,"Rod whispered into her ear. He rolled her over onto her spinal column and jammed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her, roughly at starting time, but it soon morphed into a yearn, loving glossa tangle. When the kiss finally ended their faces broke into wide smiles.

Rod dragged his depleted trunk up and off of her and stood.

"God, what a fuck !"he said, and walked naked out of the room, his maudlin prick swinging between his second joint, and upstairs to submit a shower.

Marisa stared at his ass until he was out of sight.

-- --

That's how their summer liaison started. There would be no more sly flirting or coy smiling or sexy innuendo. It was now understood. When Dad was away, they would play. And the more they played the more insolent they became.

troika or four sentence a week they would regain themselves bare together and would tear each former up. Before long it got to the peak where Rod would get home from work and Marisa would be sunbathing nude out by the pool, and he'd walkway out there naked, take a dip in the pool and then lie in the lounge beside her. They would talk innocently at number 1 but it would soon migrate to something sexy or suggestive and one thing would go to another. Rod's dick would start to get aroused and soon Marisa would have her hand wrapped around it, stroking him, and soon it would be in her mouth. The first few metre when affair heated up they would take it into the bedroom, but before retentive it was not rare for them just to get into it rightfield then and there. Sometimes Rod would eat her pussy right hand on the lounge hot seat or assfuck her right out under the hot sun. Often they'd jump into the pool to cool down but more often than not that would just conduct to more shenanigans.

They started sleeping together many nights, sometimes in her bed, sometimes in his. One Night in her bed, Marisa was sucking his stopcock with her index finger lodged in his ass when her cellular phone phone rang.

She unlatched her sassing and detached her finger and said,"It's your father, I better get this."

She talked on the telephone to his father for several minutes while she stroked his peter. It was the formula goodnight headphone cry for the well-nigh part, except for when Rod stifled a groan and ejaculated all over both of them.

"Do you feel shamefaced ?"Rod asked, after she ended the call."About what we do ?"

"Yes and no,"she said."Yes, when I'm alone and I think about him. No, when I think about you. Does that hit sensation ?"

"Yep,"he said."That's kind of how I feel."

"Can I tell you a secret ?"Marisa said.

"Of class,"Rod said.

"You give me something I can't get from your father."

"What do you mean ?"

"Uh, what I mean is, your sire is kind of old-fashioned. Sexually, that is. He won't…can't…give me what I need. But you do."She leaned closing curtain and said,"Emphasis on the ‘ butt ’."

"Oh, you mean he doesn't like anal retentive ?"

"Let's just say he's not as enthusiastic about it as you are."

Marisa pulled the lubricator out of the draftsman and handed it to him. Rod smiled and kissed her lips.

He rolled her over on her belly. He licked her fissure, rimmed her, lubed her and then fucked her up the ass.

-- --

It was late in the summer when matter changed in a big way. It was one of the last day before Marisa had to start back to work good time and just a pair off Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before Rod would be heading back to school.

It was a partly-cloudy, previous Tues good afternoon and Layla went over to her Fatherhood's menage to get some of her things that were stored in the cellar. He knew Marisa and Rod had to be around somewhere because she saw their elevator car were parked alfresco, but she wasn't quite ready for what she saw when she looked out the kitchen window at what was going on out by the pool.

Layla's jaw dropped open at the lot. There were her buddy and Marisa, lounging side by face, both completely naked. They were talking and yukking it up, obviously very comfortable together. She hid behind the curtain and watched, ineffectual to pull her oculus away. Rod's dick had been flaccid but began to grow in front of her eyes.

Marisa sat up and leaned over to Rod and kissed him. Layla watched his hand movement to her bosom as they kissed, and she started stroking his peter, which grew rapidly in her grasp. Two things struck Layla as she watched the shot unfold : beginning, her infliction had a very impressive cock. And second, Marisa was a very impressive cocksucker.

She watched Marisa's slim, agile consistency bend at the waist as she lowered her head and slowly took Rod's hypertrophied cock into her oral cavity, and all of it disappeared like a snake in the grass slithering into a pit. Instantly her head was moving up and down and soon his inguen was moving in smooth sync, and it was obvious to Layla that they were well-practiced.

Layla watched, mesmerized, and within a couple of bit she heard her sidekick moan and go into body muscle spasm and Marisa's head absorbed his shudder as he came. At about the Saame metre Rod was pouring his seed into the back of Marisa's throat, rainwater started pouring from the cloud above.

Rod's long, tough cock reemerged from Marisa's lip and Layla watched her osculation the tip of it, then put her mouth on his for what Layla assumed had to be a wet, spermy, kiss. She then saw Marisa procession and engage his hired hand and lead his au naturel body with its flopping turncock into the master key bedroom.

Layla quietly shuffled down the hall to the lawless bedroom door. It was grueling to see much around the door jamb, and she didn't want to lay on the line being spotted. But she could get wind just fine.

"Every time you suck me I feel like I got ta piss,"her Brother said.

"You complaining ?"asked Marisa.

"Not at all, but I got ta go."

"wellspring, hurry up, you have work to do. pass on the door open, I want to watch."

Layla caught a glimpse of her au naturel brother walking into the master bath, his semi-hard cock leading the way. She listened as his impregnable stream of piss splashed into the toilet bowl, hard at first, then lessening, then trickling. The bathroom flushed and the body of water ran for a moment. The bed squeaked when Rod climbed aboard.

"Here, you might need this,"she said.

"You bet I will,"he said.

Layla didn't hear much at get-go and was afraid to peek. Then it started. number one there was great breathing, then sighs, which turned into whimpers, then brassy slurping and smacking of lips on flesh.

"Ooh, that's beneficial, infant, you know how I like it,"Marisa hissed breathlessly. Rod's response was muffled."I'm going to omit this when you go back to school."

Layla knew she should get out but she couldn't force herself away. She listened as the whimpers grew in volume and intensity.

"Oh, fuck yes !"Marisa blurted.

Layla peeked around the door and she was like a deer in the headlights, her dead body frozen with gooseflesh at the good deal before her. Marisa was on her paunch with her knee folded under and her stooge sticking up and Rod had his nerve buried in her asshole, and head and ass were moving together in a gentle, unfaltering sway.

"Feel that ?"Marisa said. Rod mumbled something unreadable with a mouth full of ass.

"Are you hard again ?"

Rod pulled back and said he was. He sat back on heels and picked something up off the bed.

"Give it to me. The whole, big, intemperate fucking thing."

Rod fingered Marisa's asshole and she moaned when he poked her deeply to lube her thermionic valve. Rod's cock looked enormous in his hands as he slathered it with the shiny stuff. He mounted her from seat and Layla could tell by the bm of his ass and Marisa's shriek of offended pleasure that his cock was up her ass. Then he started fucking her.

Layla watched as her younger buddy pounded Marisa's ass, the bed give screeching louder with each powerful plunge. The air filled with a chorus of their grunts and groan and Marisa's cursing and sexy, dirty talk.

"Love the way you fuck my ass, love,"she spit out."I love your turncock. In my oral cavity. In my cunt. In my ass ass."

Her brother picked up his tread even more, his groin and her ass shaking and baking in heating system, extracting even more salty talk from his lover.

"diddlysquat, I'm going to solve your ass and mash my fucking pussy in your human face, that's it, oh God, I'm going to come, I'm coming fucking big…"

Marisa shrieked, Rod pounded away, and Marisa shrieked some more, and Layla watched their work eubstance shake like a mound of half-chilled Jell-O as Marisa released a spasmodic orgasm.

Her quakes had barely quieted when Rod groaned and Marisa knew what was coming.

"Wait !"she said sharply."In my mouth."

Marisa pulled away and Rod pulled out and scooted up to her straits on his genu. Her face was blocked by Rod's back but Layla could tell by her angle and their movements exactly what was happening.

Layla shook her heading and backed away from the door. She figured there was probably more to come in but she figured she'd best get while the getting was good. She retreated down the hall and out of the planetary house and decided she would do back some other metre to get her affair. On her rainy drive abode and the quietus of the day and night all she could think about was her comrade and Marisa, lying naked together international, kissing, fondling, his big peter with her big mouthpiece around it. And his clapper, on her ass, in her asshole, and his putz, enlarged again and covered with oil, fucking her sexy ass, and her coming, and then him pulling that big, oily cock out of her ass and putting it back into her oral fissure, and shooting his cum into her throat again.

She was shocked and appalled of course. But she was turned on by it too. She had to talk to her brother. He had some explaining to do.

-- --

"Hey, how's it hanging, Lover Boy ?"Layla said when Rod answered.

"What ?"he said with a chuckle."What are you talking about ?"

"Your honey life. Getting any action lately ?"

"Huh ?"

"Look Little Brother, you need to flush with me. I came by Dad's house yesterday afternoon to find fault up some of my stuff and happened to glint out the windowpane and saw quite a display out by the pool."

"Oh no,"Rod said. A tingle went down his spine.

"Oh yes."

"Oh God. What did you see ?"

"I saw my comrade lying au naturel and making out with Marisa and I saw your putz get hard and I saw Marisa give you a blowjob. Then it started raining and she dragged you like a pup into the sleeping accommodation. God knows what happened in there !"Layla left it at that. She didn't want him to think she was spying and wanted to see what he was going to say.

"Ah, geez, I can't think this. Please don't tell anyone. I don't want Dad to get hurt."

"You must be kidding. You don't want Dad to get hurt so you're screwing his woman ? How long has this been going on ?"

"All summer,"he said."Well…it's kind of a long story."

"I love a good story. William Tell me."

"Okay, here goes."Rod took a deep breath."You remember that party we went to last summer ? The swinger company ?"

"Of course."

"Well, Marisa is the adult female I went base with."

"You're kidding ?"

"No. But she called herself Maud, not Marisa, kind of like a disguise because she didn't want me to get attached. She picked me up. It was her choice, believe me. She decided she wanted a untested guy and she saw me. She took me to a cabin that some booster of hers own so I couldn't trace her. It was a one-nighter. I never saw her again until Dad introduced her to me."

"That must throw been interesting."

"It was very awkward, but Dad didn't really pick up on it."

"Wow,"Layla said."But how.. ? You mean you see her again and all of the sudden you're fucking her ?"

"No, it wasn't like that. I was trying to get used to the idea of her just being our sexy stepmom. It took a while. But with us living under the same roof all summertime, and Dad being away a lot, we just became closer, and…"

"And you decided to start fucking her."

"Well, it was her conclusion too. We became tight, more comfortable around each early. We remembered that night we had, and…"

"And what ?"

"I can't believe I'm telling my sister all this stuff. But it kind of feel dependable to tell somebody."

"But you're both cheating on Dad."

"I know, that's why it's serious to let it out. But we don't really feel… You see…"

"Rod, what the hell on earth are you saying ?"

"Okay, but this is confidential, right ? You see, Marisa doesn't get all of what she needs from Dad. Sexually."

"Oh, please…"

"No, I'm serious. She's really into the ass. She's an anal retentive freak, she loves everything about it, giving and receiving. And Dad's, uh, not too enthusiastic about it."

"And you were, and that's why she picked you up at the party ?"

"I am now. It all started that night. It's a requirement now."

"Oh, really ?"

Layla thought about what she'd observed the day before watching and listening to Rod and Marisa in the sleeping accommodation, and how into it they both were. She wondered what she'd missed after she left.

-- --

They'd said their goodbyes. They knew they wouldn't see each other for a piece. Rod headed back to school and Layla, who had gotten her degree over the summer, was about to start a new job.

Rod thought about Marisa a lot at first, he even called her a couple clip in stillborn attack for phone sex, but she was busybodied back at work, and he fell back into college life, partying, studying and chasing tail. Occasionally he'd margin call on a weekend to hold in and a couple of times his Dad put her on the phone, but despite some raunchy public lecture and humor on his end she had to bet it pretty straight.

The fourth dimension just sped along and before he knew it football season was winding down and the semester was entering its crucial final weeks. Rod made his plans to go home base for Thanksgiving ; then he would be quickly back to school for a few more hebdomad of stratum before final exams. Then there would be the Christmas break.

Rod anticipated that the Thanksgiving break would be awkward. He didn't face forward to being near Marisa when his father was around. It could be too easy to err up and give their secret away. He didn't tone forward to sitting down to dinner and seeing Marisa across the board, avoiding eye contact and trying to realise little talk of the town when what he really wanted was to deplumate her clothes off and go down on her.

But it was even more awkward than he thought it would be. He felt it almost immediately after he arrived Wed dark. Dad was his pattern ego, but Marisa was standoffish and kept her distance and he didn't get a chance to talk to her. blessing Day was even uncanny. It was a small gathering—the three of them, Layla and an uncle and a twin cousins—and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, but Layla seemed rather aloof also. And as he watched Layla and Marisa in the kitchen while preparing the meal, Rod noticed by their interaction that they had bonded in some way. He could recount by the way they talked to one another, and worked together, occasionally touching, and during dinner he detected several cover glance between them. The next day he casually asked Layla about it and she told him that they had both reached out and had gotten to eff each other better over the lowest few months.

Rod headed back to schooltime and dive into his last few weeks. He put Marisa out of his brain as best he could, trying to assume the fact that they had had a one-nighter and then a summer fling, and that was that. It was over. Who in their right mind could expect it to continue anyway, under the destiny ?

-- --

In the middle of December, one dark when he was cramming for his next-to-last exam, Rod got a call from his father. They said their hellos and then his father got to the reason for the call.

"expression son, I wanted you to know, Christmas is going to be a piddling different this year."

"What do you mean ?"

"What I mean is that there will not be one. Not at my theater anyway. I'm heading down to the Caribbean Sea. I'm going to claver an old friend who owns a resort hotel on a remote island where no one can find me."

"Dad, what's going on ?"

"You can stay at the house over Christmas time out. In fact I'd appreciate it if you kept an eye on the place. Hopefully you can experience a nice Christmas at your female parent's."

"Dad, what happened ?"

"It's embarrassing is what it is. It's Marisa. I kicked her ass out."

"Kicked her out ? Why ?"

"Because she's a cheating slut, that's why. I caught her in bed with your sister. And they were going to town, let me tell you."

"Layla ? You got ta be kidding."

"I wish I was. I had some meetings canceled last week and came dwelling a day early. I heard a racket in my bedroom and there they were, both eating puss like it was The Last Supper."

"Oh my God. I didn't even know they were into girls."

"They're into licking assholes, that would be my guess."

"What ?"

"Never mind. Anyway, sorry to dump this on you, but you had to do it. I'm flying out tomorrow morning and will be gone a few weeks."

"Gee, Dad, I'm sorry."

"Thanks. And to think I was considering marrying the bitch. And I'm through with your goddamn baby too. I still can't believe it !"

"Again, I'm so sorry, and I hope you have a dependable misstep. I hope it helps you…"

"It can't hurt, that's for for certain. I'll be in touch."

-- --

A twain nights later Rod called Layla. He didn't expect her to pick up but she did.

"Layla, Dad called me. He told me what happened."

"Yeah, it's been a slight godforsaken and crazy around here lately."

"But you and Marisa ? I noticed you two were form of chummy at thanksgiving, but…how did it get started ? I didn't even know you were bisexuals."

"I didn't know either. But after that tramp party we went to—I told Marisa I'd gone there with you—I got into some three-ways. I liked it with two men, and I liked it with two women. Then I would hang out with Marisa sometimes during the week when Dad was away. We liked each other, we talked about a lot of things, we were attracted, one affair led to another."

After a bit of silence, Rod said,"Wow. I never thought you and I would ever share the same woman !"

"I know, it's nutcase, isn't it ? Maybe someday we'll share the same man."

"Huh ?"

"Have you called Marisa ?"

"No, I was going to do that next."

"You should. I'm sure she'd like to discover from you."

-- --

Marisa answered on the first ring.

"Hi beloved, how is my deary college boy doing ?"

"I'm fine, but how are you ? I heard what happened."

"I figured as much. Sordid news travels far and fast. But I'm okay."

"I just spoke to Layla. I didn't know you two were into girls."

"If it feels right, go with it. Just like the night we met, commend ?"

"Yeah, I can't forget."

"Anyway, it wasn't planned, it just happened. And screw what ? She's almost as good a fuck as you are. Just one thing missing."She laughed and added,"How's school coming along ?"

"One more test, the day after tomorrow. I'll be home Sat. Where are you staying ?"

"With booster for a while. My townhouse is leased out so I'm winging it."

After another pregnant intermission, Rod asked,"Do you imagine I could see you ?"

"Oh, I think that could be arranged. Call me this weekend after you get settled in."

"I will,"he said. As they ended the claim he noticed he was fondling himself through the denim of his jeans.

Marisa ended the call and turned to Layla, who was lying beside her on the bed, naked but for an old ovalbumin t-shirt.

"He'll be home this weekend and it looks like the threesome we talked about might actually happen."

"Really ? Oh my,"Layla said."When we talked about it I never really believed it would ..."

"You saw me and him going at it. You said that turned you on."

"Yeah, it did."

"I'd like to see you and him going at it. That would work me on."

"Oh God, I don't know. It's kind of weird, you know ?"

"You want to see him solve my ass again, don't you ? You want to see him fuck my ass with his tongue."

"Yes."

"You want to see his big cock in my ass ?"

"Yeah, I do."

Marisa leaned her aspect close to Layla's."Well, I want to see all that too,"she whispered."But you don't have to do anything you're not prosperous with."

"dickhead, you're making me wet,"Layla said.

Marisa kissed her and as her lingua Columba into Layla's mouth her finger dove into her soggy gash.

"My God, girl,"Marisa said."You're dripping !"

Layla smiled and kissed her deeply as she pushed her flat onto her back. She climbed on top, straddling her. She slid her eager loins up, gliding over pussy and abdomen and breast and cervix and chin until her crocked bare cunt was kissing Marisa's lips.

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