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"Hey, Layla, are you occupy Saturday dark ? Rod asked.

Rod had called his babe on the phone. The summer was winding down and soon they would both be heading back to their respective colleges for the descent semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a year older and entering her senior class, and had spent the summer with their mother and her new husband. Rod had stayed with his father. They were both ready to escape the family drama and get back to schoolhouse 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 subject, Little Bro, are you so hard-up that you have to ask your baby for a date ?"

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

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

The Lyons lived nearby their beginner's home, in a big house on almost an Acre of Edwin Herbert Land, with a large, screened-in swimming pool. They were known to consume a very outdoors marriage and were also known to occasionally throw away barbaric political party where anything goes, and their guest would come expecting to jumble, swing and swap. Rod and Layla had never been to one but had heard that a lot of wild, mad fucking and sexual experimentation was the purpose and usually the no-holds-barred result.

"No, not a degenerate. 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 assort style. But I can't go alone. Only mates are invited. The party principle are reasonably simple : Bring a cooperator and a bottle and share both."

"And you got yourself invited ?"she asked.

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

"Well, okay, 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 older stuff and nonsense. The political party starts at eight. Why don't you come over here a footling after and we'll nous over together. And remember it's a pool company. Show off that body of yours and you'll have some old guy creaming himself in no time."

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"You look not bad, Layla,"Rod said, as he looked her over. She was dressed comfortably in bloodless shorts and a flowery halter top which showed off her tanned sleeve and legs, and of course her cute buns and chirpy breasts.

They were both good-looking kids. Rod was tall and lean and wore cargo shorts and an indigotin batik shirt with tropical dame on it. Both looked ready for a summertime party.

"So do you, little buddy,"Layla said, handing him a twenty percent 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 idea where or with whom they'd end up later that night. They parked about a pulley-block away and walked to the house. They were greeted at the strawman door by Lita Lyons, the noblewoman of the household and horde of the party, who wore a red, white and blue one-piece swimming cause that was tacky wet and clung like glue to her petite soundbox and enormous tits. They all recognized one another from being distant 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 doorway, along the bulwark to your left. Help 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 dozens of scantily-clad bodies. They mixed rum with coke at the bar and found a convenient smirch nearby to stand up and observe.

Some of the guests were already letting their freak flags fly. Articles of clothing were coming off and diverse body character were coming out. There were couples in the puddle getting favorable and frisky with early couples, mixing mates. There were small groups scattered around the large screened-in area, some standing, some lounging in electric chair. Two char were sitting on the edge of the kitty making out and two men were in the weewee in front man of them with their faces glued to their crotches. Rod and Layla were watching when before long the men traded cunts and the two adult female grinded their snatch into their faces as they sucked each former's tongues.

Rod recognized a woman at the far end of the patio. It was a fair sex who had lived a match threshold 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 good for her age, doesn't she ? Looks like she's got herself a young buck. Looks like you got here too late, Rod."

"Yeah right,"he laughed. Mrs. Fitzsimmons was wearing a two while swimming costume and was kissing the young man passionately. He had his hired man on her breast and she had her hired man inside the front of his swim proboscis. An previous guy with a drinkable in his hand stood to her veracious watching them intently.

"Don't be shy !"Lita Lyons said loudly as she breezed by."look relieve to commix. We're all here to meet people and expatiate our circle of influence…among other 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 kitty with his girlfriend and another couple.

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

"I'll join you all in a minute,"she said."I need to happen a bathroom."She set her pledge down and headed into the house. 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 redhead in a black two-piece."This is Amanda. And this is her husband Bob,"nodding to his right."And you know my girlfriend Lisa."Lisa was on the former slope of Bob, who had a hired hand on her second joint. 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 a bathroom."

"She's hot. Does she do daughter ?"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 minutes. They made unused chatter for a dead prison term and then Layla joined them. Once again introductions were made all around. Soon Rod's drink was abandon and he left to get a refill.

He went to the bar and had to wait a mates minutes as others ahead of him fixed beverage. He looked around at the Weird scene. vocalisation and music had become louder and the company was becoming racier by the minute. By the time he'd flummox his drink he looked at the far end of the patio where two couples had really attracted the tending of a few of the guests.

One couple was sure-enough, perhaps in their fifty, and the former couple was much younger, maybe in their mid-to-late twenties. Both of the men were naked below the waist and were getting their tool sucked. The young attractive brunette's headway was in the lap of the older, balding man, and his cock was deeply in her sassing. His slim, gray-haired wife was going down on the blond, much-younger man.

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

Rod looked to his right and an attractive aged charwoman was standing side by side to him watching the same spectacle he was.

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

Rod looked her over and she looked finely. She was maybe fortyish, with coal-black hair cut in a shoulder-length bob with a shiny meretriciousness. She was darkly-tanned with a slenderize, acrobatic consistency and a tasty-shaped rump. She wore a frayed, scant blue air denim wench that barely housed the top half of her angle thighs, and the rigid mammilla of her firm, moderate-sized teat reached out for him from behind her snowy tube top. He tried not to stare and hoped he could call up of something intelligent to say.

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

"Look at the shit-eating smile on that old breaking wind's face ! That girl may be Brigham Young but she must be one hell of a cocksucker."

Rod was surprised to get word the risqué language coming from this attractive, former char. 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 total to these parties often ?"Rod asked lamely.

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

"offset prison term for me."

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

"XXI,"he said.

"Old enough, I guess,"she said. She seemed to attend him over for the kickoff time and liked what she saw : Tall, better-looking, with a mop of beach boy blonde pilus on his header, unsubtle shoulders and muscled forearms and ramification."What's your name ?"

"Rod."

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

"Pleased to contact you, Maud."

"Pleased to meet you as well."They shook helping hand and then she batted her eye and said playfully,"Gee, what does a gal have to do to get a crapulence around here ?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. What'll you have ? Your compliments is my command,"he said.

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

Rod felt a shudder and gooseflesh broke out on his arms as he turned back to the bar. He hoped Maud didn't posting. He was suddenly unquiet because this hot, bland older charwoman was apparently coming on to him. She was smooth and in restraint, this he knew, but she was making him feel at simpleness, at least as much at ease as he was adequate to of at the second. He tried not to seem too nervous as he filled a glass with ice and poured it full of Stoli. He squeezed a calx Cuban sandwich and dropped it into the drink, 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 moments as they sipped their drinks. Rod glanced back over toward his acquaintance and he saw that his sister had moved on. Layla seemed to be in a deeply, renovate conversation with another couple a few feet away.

"Do you want to try to come up someplace where we can sit down ? Get away from the noise, unbend 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 find a seat."

Rod topped off his drink with rum and they headed into the house. The animation room and family room were occupied but Maud knew the layout and led them to an office at the position of the planetary house. There was a desk against one bulwark, bookshelves on another rampart, and a love seat facing the books. 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 scent for the first prison term. 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 gulp of his drinkable. He felt a quick, burning jolt 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 proceedings 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 women come by themselves…they just don't want it to be lopsided with too many men and not enough women. So I came to delay 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 house company going on. You're young and good-looking and I'm sitting alone with you on a love seat in a room by ourselves. What do you think ?"

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

"Don't be uneasy, 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, recite 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 eye were corresponding gentle amobarbital sodium shaft of light penetrating hers. She licked her glossed lips.

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

In an instantaneous her lip was against his and their lips parted. Their spit collided and their lip meshed into a spit, rum and vodka mosh pit. Rod's weapon surrounded her and they kissed powerfully for a self-coloured two minutes. Their tongue mashed deep into their mouths as their hands roamed over all new territorial dominion and while Maud's vagina wetted and Rod's shaft hardened.

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

She rose and took his hand. She led him out a position doorway and down the crusade and they walked swiftly without password up the street. When she stopped they were standing next to a blue sedan.

"Do you possess a car ?"she asked.

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

"OK, follow me. It's only a ten hour crusade, a private place out by the lake."She paused for a moment and felt a quiver."establish me your hand,"she said softly, and pulled his hand up and under the front of her skirt till it was flush against her privates."flavor that ?"

"Hmmm, no underwear,"he said.

"Feel how wet I am ?"

"Yes…"

She took his other hand and put it up under the back of her skirt. She pressed the tips of his finger against her asshole.

"Feel that ?"

He nodded.

"That's my butt sparking plug, holding your topographic point. You get to make it out."

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

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

They kissed again and Maud ran her bridge player strongly against the scheme of his prick through the fabric of his short. She opened her car room access, got in behind the wheel and lowered her window. She signaled him with her fingerbreadth to follow closer. He put his forearms on the receptive window and leaned in. She put her rim to his again and took another taste of his tongue for the road.

"You're a skilful visage,"she said, then whispered :"And I like it in the ass, so get make. Follow me."

The window 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, titillating Old woman. But he couldn't imagine even for a back the education he was about to receive.

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

After various miles Maud turned left onto the old Lake Road. The Lake road was a six mi loop around the large, kidney-shaped lake. A few minutes later she made another left hand and Rod followed her down a wooded drive and they parked the cars in front of a small-scale lakefront cabin. There was a wooden skiff with a thirty-five horsepower outboard motorboat motor on a house trailer parked beside the cabin.

Maud got out of her car with only her keys in her mitt and Rod followed her to the front doorway. He eyed the subtle sway of her ass in her short skirt as she walked in front of him and pictured the stopper up her ass where his hand 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 come here when it's not rented."

Once inside Maud flipped on a light and closed the doorway behind them. She tossed her keys onto a table by the room access and turned to Rod and they embraced. Their physical structure were plastered together as they kissed and Rod felt the delicious pressure level of her tits against his chest and his groin against hers. She took his mitt and led him to the bedroom.

The cabin was one large elbow room with a small kitchen on one incline and the bedroom on the other. There was also a loft above the bread and butter arena and a deck outside overlooking the lake.

Once inside the sleeping accommodation Maud swung around to front Rod and sucked his tongue into her mouth and put her paw between his legs.

"Are you set up for a keen part of ass ?"she asked.

"Yes."

"Good,"she said, rubbing his prick."Because I can't wait to nurse this thing. Be the right way back."She went into the john and closed the door.

Rod sat on the bed and waited. He looked around the simply-furnished room : a bed, a dresser with a mirror, a nightstand, a chair. He heard the toilet flush and water running in the sink for a minute or two. Then the room access opened and Maud reentered the bedroom.

She was completely naked. The solitary thing on her body was a five o'clock trace of pubic hair above her damp kitty-cat. Rod could not conceive his secure lot as he took in the batch of her gorgeous soundbox, its sexy distance and scantness, her perked nipples, reduce waistline and taut abdomen. Her skin was deeply bronzed from face to foundation without a exclusive tan origin 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 of drawers and traced her tongue over his pap and down over his flat breadbasket as she unfastened his shorts. She hooked her fingerbreadth inside the elastic girdle of his underpants and yanked his trunks down to his ankles. His thick, erected tool popped out and bounced up and down in salutation ; 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 lips and then licked the tip of his stopcock and ran her glossa along the eight corpse inches of it."Come in my mouth."He groaned when she wrapped her lips around it.

Rod leaned back on his hands and gently swing out his bulwark into her, fucking her sass as she sucked him. Her men were under his derriere nerve, 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 anxious to get on to other things too.

She had his whole cock in her mouth and he could experience her tongue massaging his lance. She pinched his ass harder, in time with her oral gymnastics. He groaned with each of her vacuum cleaner sup and pushed his stopcock into her throat. He dug his hands into her shoulders and tried to pull her principal closer even though that was virtually impossible.

This went on for several second : Rod's moan and Maud's slurps punctuating their front, his hands and groin in supple sync with her hand and mouthpiece as she gave head.

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

Maud gagged as she held on and his rophy of cum were delivered, each lesser than the one before. When he was finally emptied she de-mouthed his greasy rooster, slick with saliva and jizz, and rose to snog him with his cum oozing from the corners of her sassing. She put her undefended rima oris on his and pushed her tongue into him, shoving his fresh sperm deep into his mouthpiece. If I'm going to swallow his cum, she thought, so will he.

She pushed him back so he was lying flat on the bed with his feet on the storey and his shorts around his ankles. She slid her naked dead body upward and over his until her cunt backtalk were on his mouth. She straddled him with her weight on her knees and sat on his boldness. Gently she swirled her twat around his backtalk, teasing.

"clout me,"she said.

Rod obliged. He ran his tongue along her silky faithful, tasting her, his mouth slowly filling with her lemonlike brine. Then he speared his natural language into her.

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

Rod jabbed her over and over, reaching his knife as far into her as he could. His nozzle was mashed into her mole so he took quick breath when he could. Maud moved her cunt around, and with his tongue inside her she wiggled her clit under his upper lip.

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

With her clitoris resting on the back of his lingua, Rod curled his lip around her tight tool. She oohed and aahed as he massaged it and she grounded into him, forcing his natural language into her deeper still. This went on and on, with a chorus of Maud's groan and Rod's jaw beginning to cramp.

A pair understructure Dixie Rod's peter was again at straight attending and pulsing at the seams, but Maud had other ideas. She changed position slightly so her asshole was against his mouth. She expertly positioned herself and maneuvered her derriere plug 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 fathom like a puritan so he went for it. He clamped his teeth onto the rim that protruded from her comme il faut ass. Then Maud slowly rose her consistency up and the rest of the cud, four or five inch, 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 mouth."lick my ass,"she rasped.

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

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

Rod stuck his tongue out through his brim until the tip met her sphincter. He felt it open and fill up in reaction. It felt like it had opened quite wide, and it continued to adulterate and contract as he rimmed her. His trepidation eroded and he began to savor 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 second of that Rod knew where he was going next. He knew Maud would expect it, so he did it before he was asked. He grabbed her second joint with both hands and pulled her ass kick to his face and plunged his glossa as recondite 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 veracious hand over from her second joint to her puss and slipped two fingers into her and she was suddenly getting it in both terminal. Maud's fingers were stroking her clitoris in conjunction with his.

Their symphony orchestra of tongue and finger fucking went on for what to Rod, seemed like a long prison term. Rod's backtalk was occupied of course of action, but Maud's made enough noise for both of them with her blissful animal whimper. And she was right, Rod thought, it was fairly, and tasted goodness, kind of fruity. She was lubed and ready.

By now, Rod's putz was throbbing like a grease wheel. Fat and stretched and achy, it was back in full, well done and ready.

Rod decided to force the way out a short bit. With his helping hand he pushed her ass away and to the English. Maud lost her balance wheel and he pushed her down onto the bed adjacent to him and rolled on top of her, his face square with hers. The butt chaw plopped onto her remaining tit.

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

Rod slipped a finger into her SOB, then two, and wiggled them, slithering in the trickery within, the wall of her trench hugging them. Then he rubbed his despicable finger over his purple helmet and up and down his shaft. He put the head of his half-lubed dick, swollen and aching, against her blink rim.

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

Rod leaned in and pushed the read/write head of his cock against her asshole. Maud took a recondite breath and opened extensive, and pulled him to her. She grunted when he entered her but he was surprised how easily and quickly her ass swallowed up the oral sex and the first couple inch of his dick.

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

He pushed and felt the blind drunk delectation of the press of her warm asshole on his rooster. Then he pulled back and drop his meat into her. She squawked and dug her smoothen nails into him and just like that he was balls-deep.

Rod had his hands categoric on Maud's articulatio humeri as he fucked her, and her dead body moved in concert with his, her have, quivering ass sucking his prick like it had never been sucked before. She lowered one paw to her swollen, athirst button, stroking it, and with every sexy swing into her gage threshold he pounded her harder, and she stroked herself knockout, then faster, together.

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

"Oh Yeah,"he said breathlessly. He could feel warmth like an oven in his bulwark from the wily friction of his shaft scraping the walls 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 big…I always do when I'm assfucked."

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

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

She stared at him unblinkingly and his eyes were astray blue consortium staring back at hers. He grunted with each hitch of their dead body and each drilling of his nookie into her lynchpin.

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

Rod's balls were bubbling but the anal catch on his penis kept his sperm from swimming downstream.

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

Rod felt the air pressure on his cock lessen as she howled again and began her release. Her organic structure gyrated in muscle spasm as her cum came in moving ridge and her head shook side-to-side. He rammed his dick into her relaxed ass harder and the electrical resistance and fit was by now a hone union, his stiffness skating in and out of her ass over and over, working in tandem like a well-oiled machine. His come soon had an issue strategy and he bellowed like never before when it rose up through him and his dick felt like an overloaded circuit when it blew.

As his come shot into the reaches of her trench, Rod felt Maud's cum flowing out of her and tickling his testis. lilliputian by trivial he gradually slowed his fuckrhythms and when finally his jet were spent he stopped and they both simultaneously smiled.

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

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

Rod smiled again sheepishly and pulled out. He rolled onto his back adjacent to her and realized he still had his shoes on and his trunks were still wrapped around his ankles. 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 fireplug from the mattress between them and started examining it. Maud shifted her trunk onto her English to look him.

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

He shook his head, laughing. She took the plug from his hand and licked it from end to end and then put the whole thing into her oral cavity. After several puckered power-sucks she took it out of her backtalk 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 prude. You've already licked my asshole, for Savior's interest, 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 moment Rod shrugged and put the behind plug into his mouth, first the tip and then in one movement the length of it disappeared and he sucked on it as she had. When he removed it from his back talk she replaced it with her knife and she kissed him with a brute power. Then she lay back on her side facing him with her deal on his semi-hard.

"Have you ever sucked stopcock ?"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 upright at it."

"What ?"he asked, more uncomfortable.

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

Maud couldn't helper but posting that Rod's shaft was again fully erected in her manus.

"fountainhead, will you calculate at that,"she said nodding at his swell member."You've gotten hard again with all this talk about sucking cocks."

"I don't think that's it."He ran his finger's breadth through her shining 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 bigger the high school,"she said, squeezing his turncock between her fingers."Ah, it must be fun to be a Pres 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 former paw to her vagina. It was wet.

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

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

Rod mumbled a convinced response as he rolled her over on her belly, mounted her from the rear and slid his dick 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 pelvis and started slinging it to her pretty secure. But after the slip, snug glove of her cocksucker, fucking her vagina felt like he was jabbing his peter into a slump, sloppy nothingness. He grunted with each knock-down pushing but lubed as they were it was almost as if he could experience nothing.

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

He felt her cunt bulwark 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 bit he kept thinking about her ass. He wanted back in.

After a few instant banging in Maud's slippery side he realized that despite his hardness he was no closer to another coming. Finally he slowed his speech rhythm and pulled out.

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

"Yes !"she rasped, as he lowered his read/write head to her butt.

He spread her cheeks apart with his thumbs and she groaned with gleefulness when he flicked his tongue around her rim. He rimmed her for several minutes, taking his time, his work punctuated by Maud's satisfied sigh. Rod stifled a chuckle while he licked her flexing SOB and listened to her aphrodisiacal blether. We're speaking in lingua, 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 Christ you're skillful !"Maud barked."Hmmm…"

In and out, in and out it went, and he felt her asshole pinching his clapper with every plunge into it. After a short while of this, pushing his spit deep interior and then fighting the strength of her tightening arsehole to pull it back out, he felt an aching in his cheeks and jaw and knew another spasm was coming. His cock was on full phase of the moon alert and still slick down with lube and cunt juice, and fix for a repeat carrying into action up Maud's soaker, hot butt.

Rod backed off and stretched his facial nerve brawn every which way to push off the cramp. Maud's asshole opened wide of the mark and closed several clip, winking at him. He stuck his fingerbreadth in. It was still greased with spit and lube and come. Maud raised her ass up in invitation. She opened her cocksucker wide and held it.

"Bottoms up,"she said.

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

"Yeow !"Maud screamed.

In no time Rod was hammering her like a nail gun. smasher, bang, bang, knocking undersurface. He knew Maud liked getting assfucked and he decided to impart her one to remember and she hissed with every slam and the bed physique groaned along with her. Rod was breathing unvoiced and loving the hot, sozzled friction on his pecker as he rammed her. He reached around her, searching for her cut, wanting to fill her both direction, but her helping 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 up her ass had pushed it out of her. She howled like a dog as she excreted her love potion in a strand of wavelet onto the bed, and her son of a bitch 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 time until he had emptied his clod deep into her again.

-- --

"coil over on your stomach,"Maud said."Let me see your ass."

They had been lying in the bed for twenty mo in convalescence style. It was now after midnight.

"What ? Why ?"Rod said.

"I said rolling wave over."

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

Maud traced her finger around his butt boldness and along the cranny of his ass. He winced in surprise when she jerked his butt apart.

"You have a nice ass,"she said.

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

"Oh, God !"he said. For several minutes he felt her smooth, wet tongue 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 bear trap when he felt a jerk of something long being bolted up his ass.

"holy roll in the hay !"he yelled,"What the hell ?"

"It's my coffin nail plug,"Maud said."Leave it in for a lilliputian patch. See if you like it. I'll be right 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 edge of the bed.

"Thanks for a Hell 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 schooltime for a few more days."

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

"Do you require your goat jade 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 cooky and a plug sticking out of his ass. He watched her filling up her keys and open the straw man door.

"routine the lock and root for the doorway all the way shut when you leave,"she said on her way out.

-- --

The side by side day Rod called Layla and they compared short letter. Layla had gone home with an older couple and they had spent the night in various three-way combining. In the morning they cooked her breakfast.

Rod told her about his Night and its disconnected 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 suit a lifestyle.

Over the next few days Rod drove by the cabin a few times hoping to catch a glance of Maud but the billet was vacant. He realized that she had planned her piece of work 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 school and became immersed into college life. He reconnected with a casual lady friend he had seen for a while the twelvemonth before but that didn't conclusion too long. She got tired of him trying to fuck her up the ass all the time.

Rod began to realize that his life had changed, undoubtedly altered by his dark with Maud. He found himself staring at asses all the time. Every attractive girl he'd see on campus whether it was in stratum, walking out on the quad, in the depository library, wherever it was, he'd be staring at her ass. He wondered if she liked it up there. Saami with the module and staff, even guys sometimes. He began to question if he was anal-retarded or something.

He managed to ingest a intimate human relationship with two other daughter that semester. One was abhorred by the thought of anal sex ; the former let him go there a couple time 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 dwelling house for Christmas Day 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 small-scale, plump Mexican woman answered. ‘ I no know no Maud,'she said.

Dec 25 was always weird with divorced parents, splitting metre and celebrating everything twice. He caught up with some friends, did some temporary work to stool some extra money, but Rod couldn't waiting to get the hell on earth back to school.

So, back to school he went, chasing his diploma and chasing booty. He picked back up with the daughter he'd been seeing the previous semester so at to the lowest degree he was getting a little tooshie now and then. She didn't really get into it though ; she just wanted Rod to come so he could pull his damn matter out.

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

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

"hullo, son, how are you ?"

"Oh fine, just studying for finals."

"That's unspoilt. When is your last test ?"

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

"That's unspoiled. Look, there's something I have to recount you."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

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

"Hey, salutary for you, Dad. It's about time you got back in the saddle. How long has this been going on ?"

"I met her a few months ago at a supporter's household. She's a lead at an unproblematic shoal. And I asked her to move in with me."

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

"I don't know, perhaps one of these mean solar day. It was just light this way. I'm still traveling a lot during the week. But I wanted to let you fuck ahead of time. I didn't want you to add up home for the summertime and be blindsided."

"fountainhead, I appreciate that."

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

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

-- --

Rod drove home from school day and arrived at the planetary house late Sat afternoon. He walked inside without unloading his car. His beginner was in the family room watching a ballgame on TV.

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

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

"Oh, mulct, legato sailing."

"That's in effect. And just to hold you home."

Rod plopped onto the couch and they chatted over the play-by-play on the TV. They talked for a few bit about sport, exams, his summer job, among early things.

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

"Oh, we're not going there yet,"his father said with a jape."Marisa's upstairs. We spent some time today at the club and then when we got home she went for a swim. She wanted to lavish and get herself fix to meet my son for the first prison term, I guess."

"How's cohabitation going so far ?"

"trade good. It just seemed to make sentiency for both of us. I'm usually on the road during the week, and she's off often 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 halter your style."

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

"Well, speak of the devil,"his father interrupted, muted the TV sound and stood up.

Rod rose and turned toward the threshold where there stood a slim, tallish, dark-haired char in a flowery sundress with thinly straps over her shoulder that sexily contrasted her tanned weapons system and legs.

"come in, Marisa, play my son."

She strode into the room with a confident grinning on her face. But when she approached and was a few metrical foot away her pace wobbled slightly and Rod felt a brick in his belly. He saw the facial expression of a affright cervid in her eyes, which bored into his. He was looking at Maud.

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

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

Dad didn't seem to notice. He tried to engage them and ran on about how not bad it was that they were all together and what a peachy summer 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 confluence some chum. Sorry, I wish you had told me beforehand."

"You're right,"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 meet you,"Rod said, looking into her eyes. He detected a subtle smiling and nod."I look forward to getting to know you. I can see my dad has great choice in women. But I need to unload my car and get ready to meet my friends."

He had no plans other 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 couple of his old hangouts but didn't find anyone he knew. So he bought a six battalion and get out to the cabin where he and Maud/Marisa had had their rendezvous. It was vacant so he parked his car and sat outside on the pack of cards for a duo hr staring at the lake and drinking beer. It was late when he drove home.

The next day Rod kept himself officious part of the day getting situated in his way while his Church Father and Marisa sat around the consortium in the backyard. He'd stalker peeks out the windowpane every now and then and admire how fine she looked in her dim two-piece. As tan as he remembered her, and just as slick. He couldn't assistance visualizing her wholly tan naked body, in bed atop him, and under him, his dick inside her, and his knife in her mouth and her puss and her ass. He became half-hard with the sentiment of it.

They went out for an early dinner party to a pop seafood restaurant. Rod and his male parent ate big jazz band disc and Marisa nibbled on a crabby person salad. They made idle yack for an minute as they dined and although the vibe was a niggling tense they gradually became more relaxed. Rod made indisputable to compliment 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 care two fibril of red alveolar floss looping over her shoulders. It showed just a hint of cleavage and two braless teat etched into the sparse textile. Rod tried not to get catch looking but didn't think he was too successful.

The following day was Monday and Dad was off on business. All Rod had planned was to go down to the fabrication 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 break of the day Marisa stopped him and asked if they could let the cat out of the bag for a minute.

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

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

"Well, I appreciate it."

"So your figure 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 told me your name was Rich, not Rod."

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

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

There was an awkward silence as they stood there looking at each early for a farseeing 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 backdoor man."

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

"But since I can't be your backdoor man, I guess I'm just going to make to get back for having the raging stepmom around."He squeezed her hired hand and kissed her on the cheek.

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

-- --

Rod started his job the next morning. He would function till three-thirty and was home before four. And usually he would channelize right out back to the pool for a warm swim to refresh. Marisa was on her summer 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 waiting area president beside the consortium when he got home. He'd say hi, diving in and swim a few laps, then go into the family and up to his way. 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 Th at to the lowest degree, they shared the space and gradually relaxed and became more well-off sustenance under the same cap. They shared meals and jokes and innuendos, maybe even flirted a slight. And they stole glances at each other.

Then one hot, sunny Thursday there was an equipment partitioning at piece of work. The bosses sent Rod and all of the summer proletarian home a couple hours early so the maintenance crew could pee repairs. Rod got home early and went up to his elbow room to change into his swim trunks. 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 radio, her lean soundbox basking in the brightly sun, her Shirley Temple hair wet and plastered to her headland. But this time she was topless.

Rod licked his lips as he took in the pleasant-tasting good deal. She really is a sexy cunt, he told himself. He watched her for several hour and found it was hard to pull his eyes away. He took some zoomed photos of her with his smart phone for futurity reference. Wearing only his swim trunks he quietly made his way down to the French threshold that opened onto the pond area.

He opened the room access and slipped outside. She hadn't seen him, her center must have been closed. She hadn't heard him either, she was listening to the wireless. He sauntered over and when he was a few foundation away he made a loud cough noise. Marisa's body started and she scrambled to find her bra on the table next to her.

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

Marisa located her top and placed it loosely around her breasts and glared at him, her eyes extensive with traumatise embarrassment. Rod took the sofa hot seat next to her and sat facing her.

"You're home early,"Marisa said.

"Well ?"

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

"Do you always lay around here topless ?"

"Well, not always,"she said, relaxing. Her aspect 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 take out it away but Marisa held it tight.

"Come on, Marisa, let go. brand my day."

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

"You wearing your tail 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 be active something imaginary from her sweaty stomach.

"Do you need assistance with anything ?"he asked."Spreading suntan lotion on any hard-to-reach smudge ? Like your erogenous zone, or your common soldier role ?"

She stared at him a here and now, her eyes a mystery behind her dark sunglasses. Then she collected her towel and two-piece 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 swim ?"he called after her.

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

Rod looked at the couch where Marisa had just lain, and he could see its picture left in the shock absorber. There was a soft-cover book and a tall glass, half-filled with tea and melting ice on the table. He looked back over at the open threshold to her—and his father's—bedroom. He stood up, wondering if he should or shouldn't. His tickled pecker told him he should.

He walked over to the door and slipped inside. Even with the door exposed it seemed dark inside the sleeping accommodation after the bright sunlight outside. His eyes were adjusting when she spoke.

"What took you so long ?"she said.

She was standing by the bed, au naturel except for her skimpy, damp bikini bottom plastered over her horny cameltoe. God, she's hot, he thought. He walked to her and wrapped his open arms around her and her hands immediately delved inside the back of his trunk to caress his firm ass. Their undecided lips met and their tongues collided in a tenacious 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 clapper suction."I didn't know how or when, but I knew…"

"Me too,"he said.

With a prompt kick Rod felt his trunks suddenly fall around his ankles and his rear dick was flopping up and down from the force of it. He knelt down in front of her, his nose an inch from Marisa's dank crotch. He yanked the thin material of her bikini bottom aside, spread her profuse lips and buried his mouth into her, licking, lapping, sucking, eating, and she ran her fingers through his whisker and over his scalp. She screamed with joy and leaned into him, screwing his face.

Rod's hands snuck up under her bottom and he wedged her cheeks apart, his finger searching for her tunnel of love. Her asshole instantly dilated at his feeling, so Rod filled the void by ramming two of his pussy-dripped digit into her.

"Oh, Saviour Jesus Christ,"she belted out, digging the digging.

Rod kept mashing his side into her cunt, getting off on her moan, and he sucked her turgid clit and continued to moil his fingers 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 trunk and labor her onto the bed with his face. Her distorted oyster tasted fine and was mushy in his oral cavity, but his dick was unvoiced and sashay and ready to require aim on her wet, open 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 tool felt the encouragement from her collapsing walls.

Her ass was barely on the bed and her stage flailed in air as he drilled her. They both breathed and hissed heavily as they fucked. Rod wanted to relinquish his stony burden and set down his cum into her so he could move on, relieved, to her ass. And require his meter. Marisa understood.

They screwed hard. He punched, she scrunched. He fucked, she bucked. She dug her fingernails into his vertebral column. He dug his finger's breadth into her ass. It was looser than he liked, despite her carnal clenching, but he kept grinding away, thinking about her close whoreson. When he finally came it was an clap, and their bodies were a savage dyad that shook as one, and he was as entered into her as he could be, cock in cunt, fingers in ass and tongue in mouth. When he was done he pulled out and turned her over on her belly as he pushed her onto the nerve centre of the bed.

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

"Thanks, we'll get to that,"Rod said. Then he pulled aside the narrow airstrip of her two-piece bottom 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 minute of his licking and rimming and tongue-fucking her butthole, her moaning throughout, until she had an sexual climax. 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 rush ran deep and puddled on the bedcover. It would have to be cleaned, Rod thought, before the old man got home. Then he rose up onto his knees behind her, between her pegleg, and picked up the tube. He squeezed a liberal amount of money into his deal and rubbed his palms up and down over the calamus of his sturdy cock 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 wide for him. Rod didn't hesitate and pushed his recharge projectile into her, the smooth cushioned friction arousing and encouraging him far, and he found his rhythm, and fucked her, and she squinched her ass around him, and with every pulse she hissed with bated breath.

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

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

Rod ejaculated deep into her and his semen tickled the read/write head of his cock, but he kept pounding away nonetheless. After a couple more minutes his shaft was spent. But he kept drilling hoping to reach pay dirt.

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

"God, we can screw,"Rod whispered into her ear. He rolled her over onto her back and jammed his lingua into her mouth and kissed her, roughly at outset, but it soon morphed into a tenacious, loving tongue tangle. When the buss finally ended their faces broke into spacious smiles.

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

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

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

-- --

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

Three or four times a week they would find themselves raw together and would deplume each early up. Before foresightful it got to the stage where Rod would get abode from work and Marisa would be sunbathing nude out by the pool, and he'd walk out there naked, take a dip in the pool and then lie in the lounge beside her. They would talk innocently at kickoff but it would soon migrate to something sexy or significative and one thing would moderate to another. Rod's dick would start to get aroused and soon Marisa would get her handwriting wrapped around it, stroking him, and soon it would be in her mouth. The first few meter when thing heated up they would shoot it into the bedchamber, but before tenacious it was not uncommon for them just to get into it right then and there. Sometimes Rod would eat her twat right field on the waiting area chair or assfuck her right hand out under the hot sun. Often they'd jump into the pool to cool down down but more often than not that would just lead 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 peter with her index finger lodged in his ass when her cellphone telephone set rang.

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

She talked on the phone to his Fatherhood for several transactions while she stroked his cock. It was the normal goodnight telephone set call for the most division, except for when Rod stifled a groan and ejaculated all over both of them.

"Do you find 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 sense ?"

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

"Can I tell you a hush-hush ?"Marisa said.

"Of course,"Rod said.

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

"What do you have in mind ?"

"Uh, what I mean is, your Church Father 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,"accent on the ‘ prat ’."

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

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

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

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

-- --

It was late in the summer when things changed in a big way. It was one of the endure twenty-four hours before Marisa had to start back to work broad clip and just a twin Day before Rod would be heading back to school.

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

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

Marisa sat up and leaned over to Rod and kissed him. Layla watched his hand move to her breast as they kissed, and she started stroking his cock, which grew rapidly in her reach. Two things struck Layla as she watched the scene unfold : first gear, her pain had a very impressive pecker. And second, Marisa was a very telling cocksucker.

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

Layla watched, mesmerized, and within a distich of moment she heard her Brother moan and go into consistence muscle spasm and Marisa's head absorbed his tremors as he came. At about the same time Rod was pouring his semen into the back of Marisa's pharynx, rain started pouring from the clouds above.

Rod's long, voiceless cock reemerged from Marisa's mouth and Layla watched her kiss the tip of it, then put her lip on his for what Layla assumed had to be a wet, spermy, buss. She then saw Marisa cost increase and take his script and lead his naked body with its flopping cock into the skipper bedroom.

Layla quietly shuffled down the dorm to the wide-open bedroom door. It was hard to see much around the door jamb, and she didn't want to risk being spotted. But she could get wind just fine.

"Every time you suck me I feel like I got ta pee,"her comrade said.

"You complaining ?"asked Marisa.

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

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

Layla caught a glimpse of her naked brother walking into the master bath, his semi-hard tool leading the way. She listened as his stiff stream of piss splashed into the toilet roll, hard at first, then lessening, then trickling. The lav flushed and the water supply ran for a moment. The bed squeaked when Rod climbed aboard.

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

"You bet I will,"he said.

Layla didn't hear much at first and was afraid to peek. Then it started. First there was labored ventilation, then sighs, which turned into whine, then tatty slurping and smacking of lips on flesh.

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

Layla knew she should leave but she couldn't pull 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 headlight, her body frigid with horripilation at the plenty before her. Marisa was on her belly with her knee joint folded under and her butt sticking up and Rod had his face buried in her asshole, and headway and ass were moving together in a gentle, brace sway.

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

"Are you hard again ?"

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

"founder it to me. The whole, big, difficult fucking thing."

Rod fingered Marisa's arse and she moaned when he poked her deeply to lubricate her tube. Rod's cock looked tremendous in his hands as he slathered it with the shiny poppycock. He mounted her from ass and Layla could tell by the movement of his ass and Marisa's scream of pained delight that his putz was up her ass. Then he started fucking her.

Layla watched as her younger brother pounded Marisa's ass, the bed spring screeching louder with each powerful dip. The air filled with a chorus of their grunt and groan and Marisa's cursing and aphrodisiac, dirty talk.

"Love the way you fuck my ass, dear,"she spit out."I love your pecker. In my mouth. In my cunt. In my roll in the hay ass."

Her Brother picked up his yard even more, his groin and her ass shaking and baking in passion, extracting even more piquant talk from his lover.

"doodly-squat, I'm going to lick your ass and mash my fucking pussy in your 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 mold trunk shake like a pitcher of half-chilled Jell-O as Marisa released a spasmodic orgasm.

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

"hold !"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 campaign exactly what was happening.

Layla shook her nous and backed away from the door. She figured there was probably more to get along but she figured she'd salutary get while the getting was good. She retreated down the Granville Stanley Hall and out of the star sign and decided she would issue forth back some other prison term to get her things. On her rainy drive home and the rest period of the day and nighttime all she could think about was her comrade and Marisa, lying naked together exterior, kissing, fondling, his big pecker with her big mouthpiece around it. And his glossa, on her ass, in her asshole, and his prick, enlarged again and covered with oil, fucking her aphrodisiacal ass, and her coming, and then him pulling that big, oily cock out of her ass and putting it back into her sassing, and shooting his cum into her throat again.

She was shocked and appalled of class. But she was turned on by it too. She had to utter 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 dearest animation. Getting any action at law lately ?"

"Huh ?"

"feeling Little brother, you need to level with me. I came by Dad's theater yesterday afternoon to pick up some of my stuff and happened to glance out the window and saw quite a appearance 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 crony lying bare and making out with Marisa and I saw your cock get hard and I saw Marisa afford you a cock sucking. Then it started raining and she dragged you like a puppy into the sleeping accommodation. God knows what happened in there !"Layla left it at that. She didn't want him to reckon 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 form of a farseeing story."

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

"O.K., here goes."Rod took a bass breather."You remember that company we went to last summer ? The swinger company ?"

"Of course."

"wellspring, Marisa is the char I went home with."

"You're kidding ?"

"No. But she called herself Maud, not Marisa, variety 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 young guy and she saw me. She took me to a cabin that some friends of hers own so I couldn't touch 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 foot 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 theme of her just being our sexy stepmom. It took a piece. But with us living under the same roof all summer, and Dad being away a lot, we just became closer, and…"

"And you decided to start fucking her."

"Well, it was her decisiveness too. We became closer, more well-off around each other. We remembered that nighttime we had, and…"

"And what ?"

"I can't believe I'm telling my sister all this clobber. But it kind of feels honest to tell 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 ?"

"O.K., but this is secret, 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 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 goodby. They knew they wouldn't see each former for a while. Rod headed back to school and Layla, who had gotten her stage over the summer, was about to start a new job.

Rod thought about Marisa a lot at 1st, he even called her a couple clock time in stillborn attempts 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 call option on a weekend to check in and a couple of meter his Dad put her on the telephone, but despite some raunchy talk and humor on his end she had to play it pretty straight.

The time just sped along and before he knew it football game time of year was winding down and the semester was entering its crucial final weeks. Rod made his plans to go nursing home for grace ; then he would be quickly back to schoolhouse for a few more than weeks of class before final examination. Then there would be the Christmas break.

Rod anticipated that the Thanksgiving break would be awkward. He didn't look forward to being approximate Marisa when his father was around. It could be too easy to slip up and give their underground away. He didn't look forward to sitting down to dinner and seeing Marisa across the board, avoiding eye contact and trying to get to small public lecture when what he really wanted was to bust 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 Wednesday night. Dad was his convention self, but Marisa was standoffish and kept her length and he didn't get a hazard to mouth to her. Thanksgiving Day was even weird. It was a small gathering—the three of them, Layla and an uncle and a yoke cousins—and everyone seemed to bask 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 enjoin by the way they talked to one another, and worked together, occasionally touching, and during dinner party he detected several covert glimpses between them. The following 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 last few months.

Rod headed back to schooling and dove into his last few workweek. He put Marisa out of his mind as best he could, trying to accept the fact that they had had a one-nighter and then a summer go, and that was that. It was over. Who in their right hand mind could expect it to continue anyway, under the circumstances ?

-- --

In the middle of Dec, one night when he was cramming for his next-to-last exam, Rod got a yell from his Fatherhood. They said their hellos and then his father got to the ground for the call.

"Look son, I wanted you to recognize, Dec 25 is going to be a slight different this year."

"What do you intend ?"

"What I mean is that there will not be one. Not at my house anyway. I'm heading down to the Caribbean. I'm going to visit an old champion who owns a stamping ground hotel on a remote island where no one can incur me."

"Dad, what's going on ?"

"You can abide at the house over Yule break. In fact I'd appreciate it if you kept an eye on the place. Hopefully you can have a skillful 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 strumpet, that's why. I caught her in bed with your sister. And they were going to town, let me severalize you."

"Layla ? You got ta be kidding."

"I wish I was. I had some get together canceled last calendar week and came house a day early. I heard a dissonance in my chamber and there they were, both eating pussy 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 brain. Anyway, sorry to underprice this on you, but you had to make out. I'm flying out tomorrow dayspring and will be gone a few weeks."

"Gee, Dad, I'm sorry."

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

"Again, I'm so meritless, and I hope you have a good trip. I hope it helps you…"

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

-- --

A couple 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 little wild and nutcase 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 woman. Then I would advert out with Marisa sometimes during the workweek when Dad was away. We liked each other, we talked about a lot of matter, we were attracted, one thing led to another."

After a moment of silence, Rod said,"Wow. I never thought you and I would ever plowshare the like womanhood !"

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

"Huh ?"

"Have you called Marisa ?"

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

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

-- --

Marisa answered on the firstly ring.

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

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

"I figured as very much. Sordid news change of location 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, retrieve ?"

"Yeah, I can't forget."

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I think that could be arranged. name 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 blue jean of his jeans.

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

"He'll be home this weekend and it looks like the trey 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 kind of weird, you know ?"

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

"Yes."

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

"Yeah, I do."

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

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

Marisa kissed her and as her tongue dove into Layla's sassing her fingerbreadth dove into her soggy gash.

"My God, lady friend,"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 stomach and titty and neck and chin until her soaked bare pussy was kissing Marisa's lips.

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