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"Hey, Layla, are you busy Sabbatum 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 gloaming semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a twelvemonth older and entering her elderly year, and had spent the summertime with their mother and her new hubby. Rod had stayed with his father. They were both ready to hightail it the family play and get back to school and be on their own.

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

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

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

"Not exactly. It's up at the Lyon'berth. Remember them ?"

"The Lyons ? You mean the swingers ? What, are they having another one of their wilderness sex party ? And you want to take me ? What, are you some kind of pervert ?"

The Lyons lived nearby their don's household, in a big house on almost an Akko of terra firma, with a prominent, screened-in swimming consortium. They were known to take a very open marriage and were also known to occasionally bemuse dotty political party where anything goes, and their guests would fare expecting to mingle, swing and swap. Rod and Layla had never been to one but had heard that a lot of furious, mad fucking and sexual experimentation was the purpose and usually the no-holds-barred result.

"No, not a pervert. Just horny I guess ; I haven't been laid in a 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 manner. But I can't go alone. Only mates are invited. The party rules are pretty simple-minded : Bring a partner and a bottle and share both."

"And you got yourself invited ?"she asked.

"Yep, on the recommendation of a friend at piece of work. I hear they're searching for some young blood."

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

"That's what I thought, maybe get into some one-time stuff and nonsense. The party starts at eight. Why don't you come over here a piddling after and we'll foreland over together. And recall it's a puddle company. evidence off that soundbox of yours and you'll have some old guy creaming himself in no time."

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"You look nifty, Layla,"Rod said, as he looked her over. She was dressed comfortably in white shorts and a ornate halter top which showed off her bronzed weapons system and legs, and of course of study her cunning butt and perky breasts.

They were both good-looking tyke. Rod was tall and inclination and wore load underdrawers and an indigotin batik shirt with tropical birds on it. Both looked prepare for a summertime party.

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

They drove severalize cars to the party because they had no mind where or with whom they'd end up later that night. They parked about a block away and walked to the house. They were greeted at the front doorway by Lita Lyon, the lady of the mansion and host of the company, who wore a red, Caucasian and amobarbital sodium one-piece swim courting that was gaudy wet and clung like glue to her petite dead body and tremendous mammilla. They all recognized one another from being aloof neighbour, 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 people doorway, along the wall to your left. Help yourself to whatever ; there is plenty of ice and mixers."

They walked out back and found the party already in replete swing. There was a buzz in the air, a vivid hum of conversations and dozens of scantily-clad bodies. They mixed rum with C at the bar and found a convenient spot nearby to stand and observe.

Some of the guests were already letting their freak iris fly. Articles of clothing were coming off and various soundbox constituent were coming out. There were duad in the syndicate getting favorable and kittenish with other couples, mixing better half. There were humble groups scattered around the large screened-in area, some standing, some lounging in chairs. Two women were sitting on the edge of the kitty making out and two men were in the water in front of them with their faces glued to their crotches. Rod and Layla were watching when before long the men traded twat and the two women grinded their pussycat into their faces as they sucked each early's tongues.

Rod recognized a fair sex at the far end of the patio. It was a char who had lived a couple doors down from them when they were teenagers. She had to be close to their Dad's age but was all over a guy many old age 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 good for her age, doesn't she ? Looks like she's got herself a young buck. Looks like you got here too latterly, Rod."

"Yeah right,"he laughed. Mrs. Fitzsimmons was wearing a two while swimsuit and was kissing the Danton True Young man passionately. He had his hand on her knocker and she had her hand inside the front of his float trunks. An older guy with a beverage in his manus stood to her rightfield watching them intently.

"Don't be shy !"Lita Lyons said loudly as she breezed by."spirit gratis to mingle. We're all here to meet people and exposit our lot of influence…among early things !"She smiled coyly and kept walking.

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

"Hey, there's my Friend from piece of work,"Rod said."Let's go over, I'll introduce you."

"I'll juncture you all in a instant,"she said."I need to find a bathroom."She set her drink down and headed into the theater. 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 melt off carrottop in a opprobrious bikini."This is Amanda. And this is her husband Bob,"nodding to his right."And you know my girlfriend Lisa."Lisa was on the former position of Bob, who had a manus on her thigh. They all said their hellos.

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

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

"She's hot. Does she do girls ?"Lisa asked, with a smirk. Bob gave her a sidewise 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 minutes. They made idle chatter for a little prison term and then Layla joined them. Once again creation were made all around. Soon Rod's drink was empty-bellied and he left to get a refill.

He went to the bar and had to wait a couple minutes as others ahead of him fixed drinks. He looked around at the weird scene. Voices and euphony had become louder and the party was becoming racier by the minute. By the sentence he'd gotten his drink he looked at the far end of the patio where two pair had really attracted the attention of a few of the guests.

One couple was aged, perhaps in their fifties, and the other yoke was much younger, maybe in their mid-to-late mid-twenties. Both of the men were naked below the waistline and were getting their prick sucked. The young attractive brunette's head was in the lap of the honest-to-goodness, balding man, and his cock was cryptical in her oral fissure. His slim, gray-haired married woman was going down on the blonde, much-younger man.

"Jesus, will you look at that !"a female voice said.

Rod looked to his right and an attractive older womanhood was standing next to him watching the same spectacle he was.

"If I was going to blow some guy at this party I'd at to the lowest degree try to receive someplace a little more individual,"she added.

Rod looked her over and she looked fine. She was maybe fortyish, with coal-black hair cut in a shoulder-length bob with a burnished glitz. She was darkly-tanned with a thin, athletic dead body and a tasty-shaped tush. She wore a frayed, short blue denim dame that barely housed the top half of her lean thighs, and the rigid nipples of her business firm, moderate-size tits reached out for him from behind her whitened tube top. He tried not to stare and hoped he could recall of something intelligent to say.

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

"facial expression at the shit-eating grin on that old flatus's face ! That girl may be offspring but she must be one Hell of a cocksucker."

Rod was surprised to listen the risqué spoken language coming from this attractive, older woman. But it was kind of an instant, 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 unlike. And maybe that something could be him.

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

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

"First clip for me."

"I've noticed some new faces. You're kind of young aren't you ?"

"Twenty-one,"he said.

"Old enough, I guess,"she said. She seemed to look him over for the first fourth dimension and liked what she saw : Tall, good-looking, with a mop of beach boy blond hair's-breadth on his drumhead, all-inclusive shoulder joint and muscled forearms and ramification."What's your name ?"

"Rod."

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

"Pleased to fit you, Maud."

"Pleased to meet you as well."They shook hands and then she batted her eyes 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 want is my command,"he said.

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

Rod felt a thrill and goosebumps broke out on his sleeve as he turned back to the bar. He hoped Maud didn't notice. He was suddenly aflutter because this hot, smooth older woman was apparently coming on to him. She was bland and in restraint, this he knew, but she was making him feel at ease, at least as much at ease as he was equal to of at the moment. He tried not to look too spooky as he filled a spyglass with ice and poured it full of Stoli. He squeezed a lime wedge and dropped it into the potable, then turned and handed it to Maud.

"To a hot summer nighttime,"she said with a snort, raising her glass.

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

They were silent for a few moments as they sipped their drinks. Rod glanced back over toward his Friend and he saw that his sister had moved on. Layla seemed to be in a deep, enliven conversation with another mates a few pes away.

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

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

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

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

Rod topped off his drink with rum and they headed into the sign. The sustenance room and family line room were occupied but Maud knew the layout and led them to an bureau at the side of meat of the business firm. There was a desk against one wall, bookshelves on another wall, and a erotic love can facing the Word of God. Maud flipped on a small table lamp and they sat. They were close together on the loveseat and Rod got a whiff of Maud's perfume for the number one meter. She smelled fabulous. 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 come to the party with anyone ?"Maud asked.

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

"And she's O.K. with this ?"

"She's okay. I checked her out a few arcminute ago and she'd already hooked up with somebody. 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 mind if some of the char come by themselves…they just don't want it to be lopsided with too many men and not adequate women. So I came to find out it out and see if I could obtain anyone interesting."

"Do you suppose I'm interesting ?"

Maud turned slightly toward him."fountainhead, let's see. There's a business firm company going on. You're young and handsome and I'm sitting alone with you on a loveseat in a room by ourselves. What do you opine ?"

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

"Don't be nervous, relax. 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, distinguish me. What did you come to this party looking for ?"

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

Rod's eyes were like soft blue air shaft of light penetrating hers. She licked her glossed lips.

"So youth, yet so placid,"she said with a twinkle.

In an inst her rima oris was against his and their lips parted. Their tongues collided and their back talk meshed into a saliva, rum and vodka mosh pit. Rod's sleeve surrounded her and they kissed powerfully for a self-colored two hour. Their knife mashed deep into their oral cavity as their hands roamed over all new territory and while Maud's vagina wetted and Rod's putz hardened.

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

She rose and took his hand. She led him out a side door and down the drive and they walked swiftly without run-in up the street. When she stopped they were standing side by side to a dark sedan.

"Do you cause a car ?"she asked.

"right field there,"he said, pointing to his Toyota a abruptly distance away.

"O.K., keep abreast me. It's only a ten minute drive, a buck private place out by the lake."She paused for a moment and felt a chill."Give me your hand,"she said softly, and pulled his hand up and under the social movement of her bird cashbox it was blush against her fork."feeling that ?"

"Hmmm, no underclothing,"he said.

"feeling how wet I am ?"

"Yes…"

She took his other script and put it up under the spine of her skirt. She pressed the tips of his fingers against her asshole.

"flavour that ?"

He nodded.

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

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

"I'm going to put my mouth 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 bridge player strongly against the schema of his tool through the fabric of his shorts. She opened her car door, got in behind the wheel and lowered her windowpane. She signaled him with her finger to come closer. He put his forearms on the open window and leaned in. She put her lips to his again and took another penchant of his tongue for the road.

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

The windowpane rolled up as the railway locomotive roared to life. Rod took his winder and his erection and walked over to his car, got in and followed her. He was stoked and excited about going to bed with this exciting, erotic old woman. But he couldn't imagine even for a second the didactics 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 woman ?'he wondered. ‘ And how in netherworld did I end up with her ? What am I doing here ?'

After several nautical mile Maud turned left onto the old Lake road. The Lake Road was a six knot loop topology around the large, kidney-shaped lake. A few minutes later she made another left field and Rod followed her down a wooded drive and they parked the cable car in front of a pocket-sized lakefront cabin. There was a wooden skiff with a xxxv horsepower outboard motor on a trailer parked beside the cabin.

Maud got out of her car with only her keys in her hand and Rod followed her to the battlefront door. He eyed the subtle careen of her ass in her brusque wench as she walked in front of him and pictured the fire hydrant up her ass where his hired man 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 much anymore and they let me occur here when it's not rented."

Once inside Maud flipped on a light and closed the door behind them. She tossed her keys onto a table 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 level of her tit against his chest and his groin against hers. She took his hired hand and led him to the bedroom.

The cabin was one large way with a small kitchen on one side and the chamber on the early. There was also a loft above the living area and a deck outside overlooking the lake.

Once inside the bedroom Maud swung around to confront Rod and sucked his tongue into her mouth and put her hand between his legs.

"Are you set up for a dandy piece of ass ?"she asked.

"Yes."

"good,"she said, rubbing his hammer."Because I can't hold to suck this matter. Be correct back."She went into the toilet 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 professorship. He heard the lavatory flush and H2O running in the cesspit for a minute or two. Then the door opened and Maud reentered the bedroom.

She was completely naked. The exclusively affair on her consistence was a five o'clock phantom of pubic tomentum above her damp puss. Rod could not think his unspoiled fortune as he took in the quite a little of her gorgeous torso, its sexy distance and leanness, her perked mamilla, slim waist and taut tummy. Her skin was deeply bronzed from face to feet without a single tan 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 dead body is beautiful,"Rod said, as she walked to him.

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

Rod removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Maud kissed his muscly, hairless thorax and traced her tongue over his tit and down over his flat stomach as she unfastened his shorts. She hooked her fingers inside the rubber band waistcloth of his underpants and yanked his shorts down to his ankle. His thick, erected cock popped out and bounced up and down in salutation ; its pee hollow was already glistening with expectation.

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

Rod leaned back on his hands and gently swung his groin into her, fucking her mouth as she sucked him. Her hands were under his ass cheeks, squeezing gently, coaxing him to cut easy 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 nervous to get on to other matter too.

She had his all hawkshaw in her rima oris and he could feel her tongue massaging his lance. She pinched his ass harder, in clock time with her oral gymnastic exercise. He groaned with each of her vacuum sups and pushed his hammer into her pharynx. He dug his script into her berm and tried to commit her head closer even though that was virtually out of the question.

This went on for several minutes : Rod's groan and Maud's slurps punctuating their drift, his manpower and groin in supple sync with her custody and oral cavity as she gave head.

When he came Maud felt like he was sandblasting the binding of her throat. Rod bleated loudly and his body shook all over as he released, sooner than he'd wanted but he could hold it back no yearner. His cum plowed its way up and exited his shaft in a power current almost too astray for its outlet, sizzling like a geyser letting off steam.

Maud gagged as she held on and his R-2 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 kiss him with his cum oozing from the corners of her sass. She put her give mouth on his and pushed her tongue into him, shoving his new sperm deep into his rima oris. If I'm going to eat up his cum, she thought, so will he.

She pushed him back so he was lying savourless on the bed with his invertebrate foot on the story and his shorts around his ankles. She slid her au naturel trunk upward and over his until her pussycat lips were on his mouth. She straddled him with her system of weights on her knees and sat on his face. Gently she swirled her twat around his lips, teasing.

"Lick me,"she said.

Rod obliged. He ran his tongue along her silky flexure, tasting her, his mouth slowly filling with her tangy saltwater. Then he speared his tongue into her.

"Oh yes !"she gasped."Fuck me with your natural language. That's good."

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

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

With her button resting on the binding of his tongue, Rod curled his lip around her taut pecker. 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 refrain of Maud's moans and Rod's jaw beginning to cramp.

A couple feet south Rod's dick was again at straight attention and impulse at the wrinkle, but Maud had other idea. She changed position slightly so her bastard was against his sass. She expertly positioned herself and maneuvered her butt cud between his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rod stuck his natural language out through his sass until the tip met her sphincter. He felt it undefended and closemouthed in reception. It felt like it had opened quite wide, and it continued to stretch and declaration as he rimmed her. His trepidation eroded and he began to enjoy 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 minutes of that Rod knew where he was going adjacent. He knew Maud would carry it, so he did it before he was asked. He grabbed her thighs with both manus and pulled her ass flush to his case and plunged his tongue as cryptical as he could into her asshole.

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

Rod worked his right hired man over from her second joint to her pussy and slipped two digit into her and she was suddenly getting it in both ends. Maud's fingerbreadth were stroking her clit in conjunction with his.

Their symphony of knife and finger fucking went on for what to Rod, seemed like a recollective time. Rod's mouth was occupied of course, but Maud's made sufficiency noise for both of them with her blissful animal whimper. And she was right, Rod thought, it was clean, and tasted good, kind of fruity. She was lubed and ready.

By now, Rod's cock was throbbing like a soil motorcycle. Fat and stretched and achy, it was back in entire, well done and ready.

Rod decided to squeeze the issue a short bit. With his hands he pushed her ass away and to the side. Maud lost her symmetry and he pushed her down onto the bed future to him and rolled on top of her, his font square with hers. The hindquarters plug plopped onto her left tit.

"Your ass tastes good,"he said."But it's all overnice and lube ; we shouldn't let that go to barren. It's fourth dimension to put it to good use."

Rod slipped a finger into her asshole, then two, and wiggled them, slithering in the slip within, the walls of her trench hugging them. Then he rubbed his worthless fingers over his regal helmet and up and down his shaft. He put the headspring of his half-lubed prick, swollen and aching, against her winking rim.

"Give it to me,"Maud said."The unit enchilada."She gripped her hands onto his hips.

Rod leaned in and pushed the head of his cock against her bastard. Maud took a deep breath and opened blanket, and pulled him to her. She grunted when he entered her but he was surprised how easily and quickly her ass swallowed up the read/write head and the world-class couple column inch of his hawkshaw.

"That's it, that's commodity, Big Boy. feed me what you got."

He pushed and felt the tight delight of the atmospheric pressure of her fond arse on his dick. Then he pulled back and drop 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 flat on Maud's shoulders as he fucked her, and her body moved in concert with his, her live, quivering ass sucking his stopcock like it had never been sucked before. She lowered one paw to her swollen, hungry clitoris, stroking it, and with every sexy swing into her back door he pounded her harder, and she stroked herself harder, then faster, together.

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

"Oh Yeah,"he said breathlessly. He could palpate hotness like an oven in his groin from the silken friction of his dick scraping the wall of her oily 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 in big…I always do when I'm assfucked."

Rod suddenly realized he was having the dear fuck of his life. Maud's ass was like a air pressure cooker, steaming his hot sausage, now long and plump with the need to explode.

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

She stared at him unblinkingly and his eyes were full blue kitty staring back at hers. He grunted with each hitch of their physical structure and each drilling of his screw into her keystone.

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

Rod's testicle were bubbling but the anal taking into custody on his penis kept his spermatozoon 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 loss. Her dead body gyrated in spasms as her cum came in Wave and her head shook side-to-side. He rammed his gumshoe into her unstrain ass harder and the resistance and fit was by now a perfect mating, his stiffness skating in and out of her ass over and over, working in tandem like a well-oiled automobile. His semen soon had an going scheme and he bellowed like never before when it rose up through him and his dick felt like an clog circumference when it blew.

As his come stab into the compass of her trench, Rod felt Maud's cum flowing out of her and tickling his balls. footling 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 opine of.

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

Rod smiled again sheepishly and pulled out. He rolled onto his back succeeding to her and realized he still had his shoe on and his shorts were still wrapped around his mortise joint. He kicked off his horseshoe 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 jade from the mattress between them and started examining it. Maud shifted her consistence onto her English to face him.

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

He shook his psyche, laughing. She took the ballyhoo from his hand and licked it from end to end and then put the whole affair into her mouth. After several puckered power-sucks she took it out of her mouth and handed it back to him.

"Go ahead,"she said.

"What ?"Rod said nervously.

"Go ahead. Suck it,"she said. He hesitated."Don't be a puritan. You've already licked my prick, for christ's saki, 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 second Rod shrugged and put the butt plug into his mouth, first the tip and then in one move the distance of it disappeared and he sucked on it as she had. When he removed it from his backtalk she replaced it with her clapper and she kissed him with a savage force. Then she lay back on her face facing him with her helping hand on his semi-hard.

"Have you ever sucked cock ?"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 secure job sucking my clit. I bet you could imbibe a mean dick too."

Maud couldn't help but notice that Rod's turncock was again fully erected in her hand.

"fountainhead, will you face at that,"she said nodding at his swelled extremity."You've gotten hard again with all this lecture about sucking cocks."

"I don't think that's it."He ran his fingers through her glazed inglorious 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 bigger the high,"she said, squeezing his pecker between her fingers."Ah, it must be fun to be a Whitney Young man. You've already come in my mouth and my ass, and now you're already raring to go again. I guess now you want some pussy."

Rod turned on his side and with one hand behind her head he reached his early hand to her vagina. It was wet.

"That sounds like a great estimation,"he said.

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

Rod mumbled a positive reply as he rolled her over on her belly, mounted her from the backside and slid his cock into her wet, loose 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 hips and started slinging it to her pretty effective. But after the slick, snug mitt of her arse, fucking her vagina felt like he was jabbing his cock into a slack, swampy void. He grunted with each powerful push but lubed as they were it was almost as if he could experience nothing.

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

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

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

"I want some more arse knock,"he whispered into her ear.

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

He spread her cheeks apart with his thumbs and she groaned with glee when he flicked his knife around her rim. He rimmed her for various second, taking his time, his oeuvre punctuated by Maud's fill sigh. Rod stifled a chuckle while he licked her flexing asshole and listened to her sexy tattle. We're speaking in tongues, he thought to himself.

Maud's loudest blowup yet came when Rod rammed his natural language into her ass as hard and as deep as he could.

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

In and out, in and out it went, and he felt her asshole pinching his glossa with every plunge into it. After a myopic patch of this, pushing his natural language deep inside and then fighting the strength of her tightening mother fucker to pull it back out, he felt an aching in his cheek and jaw and knew another cramp was coming. His cock was on replete alert and still slick down with lubricator and pussy juice, and quick for a repetition carrying out up Maud's luxuriant, hot butt.

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

"Bottoms up,"she said.

Rod didn't hesitate this metre around. He put the head of his pole inside her stretched hole and rammed it home.

"Yeow !"Maud screamed.

In no time Rod was hammering her like a nail gun. Bang, bang, bang, knocking derriere. He knew Maud liked getting assfucked and he decided to give her one to think of and she hissed with every slam and the bed frame groaned along with her. Rod was breathing intemperate and loving the hot, tight clash on his cock as he rammed her. He reached around her, searching for her cut, wanting to fill her both ways, but her hand was already in place, stroking herself, cajoling her pussy to another orgasm.

She came first, with a wallop. 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 love potion in a bowed stringed instrument of wavelets onto the bed, and her prick tightened like a winch until she was through. Then she wilted onto the bed, instantly relaxing all her muscles, including her spent sphincter. She lay there limp while Rod pounded her ten, eleven, twelve more times until he had emptied his balls deep into her again.

-- --

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

They had been lying in the bed for twenty minutes in recovery mode. 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 around his butt cheeks and along the crack of his ass. He winced in surprisal when she jerked his buttocks apart.

"You have a overnice ass,"she said.

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

"Oh, God !"he said. For several minutes he felt her smooth, wet lingua slipping into him, poking, stroking, massaging him. The same tongue that had been on his cock and in his sassing 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 stomach cakehole when he felt a jolt of something long being bolted up his ass.

"sanctum fuck !"he yelled,"What the hellhole ?"

"It's my stern plug,"Maud said."Leave it in for a picayune while. See if you like it. I'll be aright back."

Then she walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

-- --

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

"Thanks for a hell of a dark, 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 channelise back to school for a few more than days."

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

"Do you want your stooge 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 quid sticking out of his ass. He watched her pick up her keystone and unfold the front line door.

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

-- --

The future day Rod called Layla and they compared government note. Layla had gone home plate with an older couple and they had spent the night in assorted three-way combination. In the morning they cooked her breakfast.

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

Over the next few 24-hour interval Rod drove by the cabin a few times hoping to take hold of a glance of Maud but the seat was vacant. He realized that she had planned her work and worked her plan to perfection—she'd picked up a young guy and stupefy 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 school and became immersed into college life. He reconnected with a casual girlfriend he had seen for a while the year before but that didn't last-place too long. She got tired of him trying to bang her up the ass all the time.

Rod began to realize that his life had changed, undoubtedly altered by his night with Maud. He found himself staring at screw all the meter. Every attractive young lady he'd see on campus whether it was in classes, walking out on the quadruplet, in the library, wherever it was, he'd be staring at her ass. He wondered if she liked it up there. Same with the staff and staff, even guys sometimes. He began to question if he was anal-retarded or something.

He managed to have a intimate family relationship with two other girls that semester. One was abhorred by the idea of anal retentive sex ; the other let him go there a couple time grudgingly. But it didn't compare to the computer storage of Maud. She craved it. Rod missed it.

At the end of the semester Rod went rest home for Christmastide break. Again he drove by the cabin by the lake a few times. It was always empty except once. He saw a car parked there so he knocked on the door and a minor, plump Mexican woman answered. ‘ I no know no Maud,'she said.

Christmastime was always weird with divorced parents, splitting fourth dimension and celebrating everything twice. He caught up with some champion, did some temp work to make some spare money, but Rod couldn't wait to get the hell back to school.

So, back to shoal he went, chasing his sheepskin and chasing swag. He picked back up with the lady friend he'd been seeing the late semester so at least he was getting a piddling tail end now and then. She didn't really get into it though ; she just wanted Rod to number so he could deplumate his tinker's dam thing out.

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

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

"Hello, son, how are you ?"

"Oh fine, just studying for finals."

"That's in effect. When is your cobbler's last exam ?"

"Next Thursday. I'll probably come home 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 time you got back in the bicycle seat. How long has this been going on ?"

"I met her a few month ago at a friend's house. She's a principal at an elementary school. And I asked her to run in with me."

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

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

"Well, I appreciate that."

"Anyway, you'll meet her next weekend. Her name is Marisa and I'm sure you'll like her."

"I'm sure as shooting I will,"Rod heard himself saying before they ended the claim. Rod was now very happy that he already had his summer job lined up. The summer was shaping up to be a little different than summers past.

-- --

Rod drove plate from school and arrived at the sign tardily Saturday good afternoon. He walked inside without unloading his car. His forefather was in the category elbow room watching a new ballgame on TV.

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

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

"Oh, mulct, smooth sailing."

"That's good. And good to receive you home."

Rod plopped onto the sofa and they chatted over the play-by-play on the TV. They talked for a few proceedings about athletics, examination, his summer job, among early things.

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

"Oh, we're not going there yet,"his Father said with a jape."Marisa's upstairs. We spent some time today at the golf-club and then when we got home she went for a swim. She wanted to shower and get herself ready to foregather my son for the first time, I guess."

"How's cohabitation going so far ?"

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

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

"Well, speak of the daemon,"his begetter interrupted, muted the TV sound and stood up.

Rod rose and turned toward the door where there stood a slim, tallish, dark-haired womanhood in a flowery sundress with thin shoulder strap over her berm that sexily contrasted her tanned blazonry and legs.

"Come in, Marisa, fulfill my son."

She strode into the way with a confident grin on her face. But when she approached and was a few feet away her step wobbled slightly and Rod felt a brick in his venter. He saw the look of a affright cervid in her oculus, which bored into his. He was looking at Maud.

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

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

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

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

"No…"

"Yes, I'm meeting some pal. Sorry, I wish you had told me beforehand."

"You're rectify,"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 look of relief on Marisa's face.

"It's my pleasure to forgather you,"Rod said, looking into her eyes. He detected a elusive smile and nod."I look forward to getting to know you. I can see my dad has great choice in womanhood. But I need to drop off my car and get set to get together my friends."

He had no plans other than to get the fucking out of that house.

-- --

After he moved his material into his old bedroom he showered and headed out. He stopped into a couple of his old hangouts but didn't find anyone he knew. So he bought a six multitude and drove out to the cabin where he and Maud/Marisa had had their assignation. It was vacant so he parked his car and sat outside on the deck for a couple hours staring at the lake and crapulence 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 consortium in the backyard. He'd stoolpigeon peeks out the window every now and then and admire how OK she looked in her Shirley Temple Black Bikini. As tan as he remembered her, and just as sleek. He couldn't help visualizing her completely tan naked trunk, in bed atop him, and under him, his dick inside her, and his tongue in her mouth and her bitch and her ass. He became half-hard with the thought of it.

They went out for an early dinner party to a democratic seafood eatery. Rod and his father ate big combo platters and Marisa nibbled on a crab salad. They made idle chatter for an hour as they dined and although the vibe was a footling tense they gradually became more loosen. Rod made sure to congratulate Marisa a couple times. He told her how nice she looked in her red dress, and he wasn't lying either. It was low-cut and was held up only by what looked like two strands of red alveolar consonant dental floss iteration over her shoulders. It showed just a jot of segmentation and two braless tit etched into the thin fabric. Rod tried not to get caught looking but didn't think he was too successful.

The next day was Monday and Dad was off on business. All Rod had planned was to go down to the fabrication industrial plant and take care 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 aurora Marisa stopped him and asked if they could babble out for a minute.

"Thank you for keeping our secret,"she said."It makes matter a lot easier that way."

"Of course. I wouldn't want to bristle 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, sort of. But your Father-God told me your name was Rich, not Rod."

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

"Oh, I see. Look Rod, I'm sorry. But I have a prominent job in the shoal scheme. It would not be very beneficial if a rumor got started that I picked up a college boy for anal sex."

There was an uneasy silence as they stood there looking at each other for a long 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 relive that night. Do it all again. And you know what else ? You turned me into a back entrance man."

"I knew you were a natural,"she said softly, with a trace of a smile. Rod saw dewiness in her middle. He took her hands in his.

"But since I can't be your backdoor man, I guess I'm just going to have to settle for having the red-hot stepmom around."He squeezed her handwriting and kissed her on the cheek.

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

-- --

Rod started his job the adjacent morning. He would work till three-thirty and was home before four. And usually he would head right out back to the syndicate for a fast swim to freshen up. Marisa was on her summertime holiday so only worked occasionally when she had meetings or league scheduled. She was a sun worshipper so on some twenty-four hours she'd be in a bikini, lying in a lounge electric chair beside the pool when he got home. He'd say hi, diva in and swim a few overlap, then go into the sign and up to his room. He'd often watch Marisa from the windowpane as he dressed.

Over the number one couple Rod and Marisa were like ships passing in the nighttime. On weekends he'd go his way and his founder and Marisa would go theirs. But the weekdays, Mon through Th at to the lowest degree, they shared the space and gradually relax and became more comfortable living under the same roof. They shared meals and put-on and innuendos, maybe even flirted a little. And they stole coup d'oeil at each other.

Then one hot, sunny Th there was an equipment crack-up at work. The bosses sent Rod and all of the summer actor home a duo 60 minutes early so the maintenance crew could make hangout. 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 pool. There she was, like most days, lying in the couch, shades over her eyes, listening to NPR on the radiocommunication, her tend body basking in the bright sun, her blackamoor pilus wet and plastered to her head. But this time she was topless.

Rod licked his sassing as he took in the delicious peck. She really is a aphrodisiacal cunt, he told himself. He watched her for respective minute and found it was voiceless to pull in his eyes away. He took some zoomed photos of her with his sassy phone for future address. Wearing only his swim trunks he quietly made his way down to the Gallic doors that opened onto the kitty area.

He opened the room access and slipped outside. She hadn't seen him, her eyes must stimulate been closed. She hadn't heard him either, she was listening to the radiocommunication. He sauntered over and when he was a few feet away he made a loud cough noise. Marisa's body started and she scrambled to find oneself her bra on the mesa side by side to her.

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

Marisa located her top and placed it loosely around her breasts and glared at him, her optic wide-eyed with ball over embarrassment. Rod took the lounge chair next to her and sat facing her.

"You're habitation early,"Marisa said.

"Well ?"

"Well what ?"she asked, her hands clutched on the bikini top covering her tits.

"Do you always lay around here topless ?"

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

"Hmmm,"Rod said."I'd like to jibe 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 root for it away but Marisa held it tight.

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

They both smiled flirtatiously. Rod imagined the scintillation in her eyes behind her Ray-Bans. She loosened her grip on the flimsy garment. He pulled it away and tossed it onto the bottom cushion beside her.

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

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

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

"Thank you."

"You wearing your butt spark 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 propel something complex number from her sweaty belly.

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

She stared at him a here and now, her eyes a mystery behind her gloomy shades. Then she collected her towel and bikini top and stood up.

"It's getting variety 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 swim ?"he called after her.

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

Rod looked at the lounge where Marisa had just lain, and he could see its impression left in the shock absorber. There was a paperback book book and a marvelous chicken feed, half-filled with tea and melting ice on the table. He looked back over at the open door to her—and his 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 doorway and slipped inside. Even with the doorway open it seemed dark inside the sleeping room after the bright sunshine exterior. 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, dull two-piece bottom plastered over her randy cameltoe. God, she's hot, he thought. He walked to her and wrapped his open blazon around her and her hands immediately delved inside the spinal column of his trunks to fondle his firm ass. Their unresolved lip met and their tongues collided in a pertinacious mouthfuck. Rod felt his stiffening rod being pushed down by the fabric of his boxershorts as Marisa pushed them floorward.

"I knew this would happen,"Marisa said, in between tongue suck."I didn't roll in the hay how or when, but I knew…"

"Me too,"he said.

With a fast thrill Rod felt his trunks suddenly fall around his articulatio talocruralis and his rear dick was flopping up and down from the forcefulness of it. He knelt down in front line of her, his nose an inch from Marisa's clammy fork. He yanked the slender framework of her bikini tush aside, spread her plushy lips and buried his mouthpiece into her, licking, lapping, sucking, eating, and she ran her fingers through his hair and over his scalp. She screamed with pleasure and leaned into him, screwing his face.

Rod's hand snuck up under her bottom and he wedged her cheeks apart, his fingers searching for her tunnel of passion. Her asshole instantly dilated at his pinch, so Rod filled the nihility by ramming two of his pussy-dripped fingerbreadth into her.

"Oh, Jesus Jesus of Nazareth,"she belted out, digging the digging.

Rod kept mashing his nerve into her pussy, getting off on her groans, and he sucked her turgid clitoris and continued to grind his finger into her asshole, prepping it for the main act. He felt the force of her crotch compressed against his face.

"Oh, God,"she squealed.

He turned her torso and labor her onto the bed with his face. Her twisted huitre tasted okay and was mushy in his mouth, but his dick was hard and cocked and set to take aim on her wet, subject 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 muscle she had. Rod groaned as he started pumping her and his distend pecker felt the encouragement from her collapsing walls.

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 liberate his stony burden and drop off his cum into her so he could move on, relieved, to her ass. And guide his prison term. Marisa understood.

They screwed hard. He punched, she scrunched. He fucked, she bucked. She dug her fingernails into his back. He dug his fingers into her ass. It was looser than he liked, despite her carnal clenching, but he kept grinding away, thinking about her snug asshole. When he finally came it was an volcanic eruption, and their bodies were a savage duad that shook as one, and he was as entered into her as he could be, stopcock in pussy, finger in ass and clapper in mouth. When he was done he pulled out and turned her over on her belly as he pushed her onto the center of the bed.

"delay !"Marisa reached over to the nightstand and opened the shallow drawer. She took out a pocket-sized rubbery tube and handed it to him."Here,"she said.

"Thanks, we'll get to that,"Rod said. Then he pulled aside the minute strip of her Bikini rear and buried his lingua 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 defeat and rimming and tongue-fucking her butthole, her moaning throughout, until she had an coming. She had been stroking her clit like she was churning butter the entire time and when she came it was like a breached watershed.

"Fucking Christ !"she bellowed.

Her warm wet hurry ran deep and puddled on the bedspread. It would have to be cleaned, Rod thought, before the old man got home. Then he rose up onto his knee behind her, between her legs, and picked up the tube. He squeezed a giving amount into his hands and rubbed his thenar up and down over the shaft of his tough prick 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 prick kissing her ass and opened it spacious for him. Rod didn't hesitate and pushed his recharge missile into her, the smooth cushioned clash arousing and encouraging him further, and he found his rhythm, and fucked her, and she squinched her ass around him, and with every impulse she hissed with bated breath.

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

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

Rod ejaculated deep into her and his come tickled the head of his peter, but he kept pounding away nonetheless. After a brace more proceedings his dick was spent. But he kept drilling hoping to reach pay dirt.

He finally did. Her body trembled and her cocksucker loosened around his drained member. She came again, and Rod pulled out and watched his cum roll out of her dickhead as her soundbox vibrated on the mattress. Then he traced his tongue along the cranny of her ass and upwards over her sweaty back to her neck and sucked her ear lobe into his mouth.

"God, we can love,"Rod whispered into her ear. He rolled her over onto her back and jammed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her, roughly at first, but it soon morphed into a long, loving lingua maze. When the kiss finally ended their faces broke into broad smiles.

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

"God, what a fuck !"he said, and walked naked out of the room, his drippy cock swinging between his thighs, and upstairs to consume a shower.

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

-- --

That's how their summertime affair started. There would be no more sly flirting or coy smiling or aphrodisiacal innuendo. It was now understood. When Dad was away, they would play. And the more they played the more bald-faced they became.

three or four clock time a calendar week they would find themselves au naturel together and would deplumate each other up. Before hanker it got to the full stop where Rod would get domicile from study and Marisa would be sunbathing nude statue out by the consortium, and he'd pass out there raw, take a dip in the pool and then lie in the lounge beside her. They would talk innocently at first of all but it would soon transmigrate to something sexy or suggestive and one thing would lead to another. Rod's dick would set off to get aroused and soon Marisa would experience her handwriting wrapped around it, stroking him, and soon it would be in her backtalk. The first base few times when things heated up they would take it into the bedroom, but before prospicient it was not uncommon for them just to get into it good then and there. Sometimes Rod would eat her pussy right wing on the lounge chair or assfuck her rightfulness out under the hot sun. Often they'd jump into the pool to chill down but more often than not that would just result to Thomas More shenanigans.

They started sleeping together many nights, sometimes in her bed, sometimes in his. One Nox in her bed, Marisa was sucking his cock with her index digit lodged in his ass when her cell phone rang.

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

She talked on the headphone to his father for various moment while she stroked his shaft. It was the pattern goodnight sound call for the most component part, except for when Rod stifled a moan and ejaculated all over both of them.

"Do you feel guilty ?"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 make sensation ?"

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

"Can I severalize you a confidential ?"Marisa said.

"Of form,"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 variety of old-fashioned. Sexually, that is. He won't…can't…give me what I need. But you do."She leaned close and said,"vehemence 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 offer, rimmed her, lubed her and then fucked her up the ass.

-- --

It was late in the summertime when thing changed in a big way. It was one of the utmost Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before Marisa had to start back to crop wax metre and just a twain days before Rod would be heading back to school.

It was a partly-cloudy, late Tuesday afternoon and Layla went over to her father's household to get some of her thing that were stored in the basement. He knew Marisa and Rod had to be around somewhere because she saw their motorcar were parked outside, but she wasn't quite set for what she saw when she looked out the kitchen window at what was going on out by the pool.

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

Marisa sat up and leaned over to Rod and kissed him. Layla watched his hand motility to her white meat as they kissed, and she started stroking his pecker, which grew rapidly in her hold. Two things struck Layla as she watched the conniption unfold : First, her bother had a very impressive putz. And indorsement, Marisa was a very telling cocksucker.

She watched Marisa's slim, agile organic structure curve at the waist as she lowered her head and slowly took Rod's enlarged hammer into her mouthpiece, 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 seawall was moving in smooth sync, and it was obvious to Layla that they were well-practiced.

Layla watched, mesmerized, and within a couple of minutes she heard her brother moan and go into consistence spasms and Marisa's headspring absorbed his shudder as he came. At about the same time Rod was pouring his come into the rachis of Marisa's throat, rain started pouring from the clouds above.

Rod's long, hard cock reemerged from Marisa's mouth and Layla watched her kiss the tip of it, then put her oral cavity on his for what Layla assumed had to be a wet, spermy, kiss. She then saw Marisa rise and ingest his hand and lead his naked soundbox with its flopping cock into the original bedroom.

Layla quietly shuffled down the Asaph Hall to the lawless chamber door. It was severe to see much around the door jamb, and she didn't want to risk being spotted. But she could hear just fine.

"Every meter you suck me I feel like I got ta pissing,"her blood brother said.

"You complaining ?"asked Marisa.

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

"wellspring, hurry up, you have work to do. Leave the door spread, I want to watch."

Layla caught a glimpse of her naked brother walking into the master bathroom, his semi-hard hammer leading the way. She listened as his stiff stream of water splashed into the toilet bowl, hard at first, then lessening, then trickling. The sewer flushed and the urine ran for a instant. 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 firstly and was afraid to peek. Then it started. First there was operose breathing, then sighs, which turned into whimper, then loud slurping and smack of lips on flesh.

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

Layla knew she should allow but she couldn't pull herself away. She listened as the whimpers grew in bulk and intensity.

"Oh, get it on yes !"Marisa blurted.

Layla peeked around the room access and she was like a deer in the headlights, her consistence wintry with gooseflesh at the muckle before her. Marisa was on her venter with her knees folded under and her bottom sticking up and Rod had his face buried in her asshole, and headland and ass were moving together in a gentle, steady sway.

"Feel that ?"Marisa said. Rod mumbled something indecipherable with a oral cavity full of ass.

"Are you hard again ?"

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

"Give it to me. The unit, big, hard fucking thing."

Rod fingered Marisa's asshole and she moaned when he poked her deeply to lube her tube. Rod's cock looked tremendous in his hands as he slathered it with the glossy poppycock. He mounted her from rear end and Layla could tell apart by the movement of his ass and Marisa's scream of pained pleasance that his rooster was up her ass. Then he started fucking her.

Layla watched as her younger brother pounded Marisa's ass, the bed springs 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.

"honey the way you fuck my ass, Honey,"she spit out."I love your turncock. In my mouth. In my cunt. In my nookie ass."

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

"crap, I'm going to bat your ass and mash my fucking pussy in your side, that's it, oh God, I'm going to follow, I'm coming fucking big…"

Marisa shrieked, Rod pounded away, and Marisa shrieked some more, and Layla watched their shape bodies shake like a hummock of half-chilled jello as Marisa released a spasmodic orgasm.

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

"time lag !"she said sharply."In my mouth."

Marisa pulled away and Rod pulled out and scooted up to her head on his knees. Her nerve was blocked by Rod's back but Layla could tell by her angle and their crusade exactly what was happening.

Layla shook her head and backed away from the room access. She figured there was probably more to come but she figured she'd best get while the getting was goodness. She retreated down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and out of the house and decided she would come back some other time to get her affair. On her rainy drive base and the rest of the day and night all she could intend about was her pal and Marisa, lying naked together outside, kissing, cuddling, his big cock with her big mouthpiece around it. And his tongue, on her ass, in her SOB, and his cock, enlarged again and covered with oil, fucking her aphrodisiacal ass, and her come in, 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 form. But she was turned on by it too. She had to blab out to her brother. He had some explaining to do.

-- --

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

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

"Your making love life. Getting any natural action lately ?"

"Huh ?"

"feel Little buddy, you need to dismantle with me. I came by Dad's star sign yesterday afternoon to blame up some of my stuff and happened to glance out the window 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 brother lying naked and making out with Marisa and I saw your rooster get hard and I saw Marisa give you a blowjob. Then it started raining and she dragged you like a pup into the bedroom. 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 believe 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 charwoman ? How long has this been going on ?"

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

"I love a proficient news report. Tell me."

"O.K., here goes."Rod took a recondite breath."You remember that party we went to survive summertime ? The swinger party ?"

"Of course."

"wellspring, Marisa is the woman I went home 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 selection, believe me. She decided she wanted a Brigham Young guy and she saw me. She took me to a cabin that some admirer of hers own so I couldn't shadow her. It was a one-nighter. I never saw her again until Dad introduced her to me."

"That must have 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 estimate of her just being our sexy stepmom. It took a while. But with us living under the Saame ceiling all summer, and Dad being away a lot, we just became closer, and…"

"And you decided to set off fucking her."

"well, it was her decision too. We became closer, more comfortable around each other. We remembered that night we had, and…"

"And what ?"

"I can't believe I'm telling my sister all this material. But it kind of tactile property trade good to assure somebody."

"But you're both cheating on Dad."

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

"Rod, what the hell 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 life-threatening. She's really into the ass. She's an anal monster, 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 prerequisite now."

"Oh, really ?"

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

-- --

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

Rod thought about Marisa a lot at first, he even called her a couple times in stillborn try for phone sex, but she was busy back at study, and he fell back into college life, partying, studying and chasing tail. Occasionally he'd margin call on a weekend to learn in and a couple of meter his Dad put her on the telephone set, but despite some raunchy talk and humor on his end she had to trifle it pretty straight.

The prison term just sped along and before he knew it football season was winding down and the semester was entering its all-important net week. Rod made his plans to go nursing home for Thanksgiving ; then he would be quickly back to school for a few more workweek of category before final exams. Then there would be the Christmas break.

Rod anticipated that the Thanksgiving rupture would be awkward. He didn't spirit forward to being approach Marisa when his founder was around. It could be too easy to slip up and give their arcanum away. He didn't look forward to sitting down to dinner and seeing Marisa across the table, avoiding eye link and trying to make small public lecture when what he really wanted was to pluck her clothes off and go down on her.

But it was even to a greater extent awkward than he thought it would be. He felt it almost immediately after he arrived Wed night. Dad was his pattern self, but Marisa was standoffish and kept her space and he didn't get a fortune to talk to her. Thanksgiving Day was even weirder. It was a minor gathering—the three of them, Layla and an uncle and a couple up cousins—and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, but Layla seemed rather distant also. And as he watched Layla and Marisa in the kitchen while preparing the repast, Rod noticed by their interaction that they had bonded in some way. He could order 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 know each other better over the death few months.

Rod headed back to school and dove into his shoemaker's last few week. He put Marisa out of his mind as Charles Herbert Best he could, trying to accept 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 wing psyche could expect it to continue anyway, under the circumstances ?

-- --

In the midriff 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 male parent got to the reason for the call.

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

"What do you mean ?"

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

"Dad, what's going on ?"

"You can rest at the menage over Yule prisonbreak. In fact I'd appreciate it if you kept an eye on the place. Hopefully you can make a courteous Christmas at your mother'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 meeting canceled last hebdomad and came home a day betimes. I heard a dissonance in my bedroom and there they were, both eating kitty like it was The Last Supper."

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

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

"What ?"

"Never intellect. Anyway, sorry to plunge this on you, but you had to know. 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 gripe. 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 safe misstep. I hope it helps you…"

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

-- --

A couple dark 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 picayune wild and sick around here lately."

"But you and Marisa ? I noticed you two were sort 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 swinger company 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 early, we talked about a lot of things, we were attracted, one thing led to another."

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

"I know, it's loony, 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 hear from you."

-- --

Marisa answered on the first ring.

"Hi honey, how is my favorite college boy doing ?"

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

"I figured as much. Sordid news locomotion 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, think ?"

"Yeah, I can't forget."

"Anyway, it wasn't planned, it just happened. And bang 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 exam, the day after tomorrow. I'll be home Saturday. Where are you staying ?"

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

After another meaning suspension, Rod asked,"Do you think I could see you ?"

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

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

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

"He'll be home this weekend and it looks like the III 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 turn me on."

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

"You want to see him lick 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 face last to Layla's."Well, I want to see all that too,"she whispered."But you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

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

Marisa kissed her and as her tongue dove into Layla's mouth her fingers dove into her swampy gash.

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

Layla smiled and kissed her deeply as she pushed her level onto her back. She climbed on top, straddling her. She slid her eager loins up, gliding over pussy and abdomen and knocker and neck and Kuki until her soaked bare pussy was kissing Marisa's lips.

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