BOTTOM FEEDERS

"Hey, Layla, are you engaged Sat night ? Rod asked.

Rod had called his Sister on the phone. The summertime was winding down and soon they would both be heading back to their respective colleges for the crepuscle semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a twelvemonth older and entering her senior year, and had spent the summer with their mother and her new married man. Rod had stayed with his don. They were both gear up to break loose the family drama 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 affair, Little Bro, are you so hard-up that you have to ask your sis for a day of the month ?"

"Not exactly. It's up at the Lyons'plaza. think them ?"

"The Lyons ? You mean the swinger ? What, are they having another one of their uncivilized sex parties ? And you want to take me ? What, are you some variety of degenerate ?"

The Lyons lived nearby their father's nursing home, in a big house on almost an Accho of Edwin Herbert Land, with a large, screened-in swimming pocket billiards. They were known to get a very candid spousal relationship and were also known to occasionally thrust fantastic party where anything goes, and their node would fall expecting to mingle, 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 role and usually the no-holds-barred result.

"No, not a degenerate. Just horny I guess ; I haven't been laid in a calendar month. But I thought it might be fun to go and see what it was like. When we get there we can go our separate fashion. But I can't go alone. sole twain are invited. The party rules are pretty simpleton : Bring a partner and a bottle and share both."

"And you got yourself invited ?"she asked.

"Yep, on the testimonial of a friend at employment. I hear they're searching for some offspring blood."

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

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

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"You look cracking, Layla,"Rod said, as he looked her over. She was dressed comfortably in flannel boxers and a flowery halter top which showed off her tanned arms and leg, and of course her cute butt and perky breasts.

They were both handsome kids. Rod was grandiloquent and incline and wore cargo short circuit and an indigo batik shirt with tropical bird on it. Both looked ready for a summer party.

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

They drove separate cars to the party because they had no idea where or with whom they'd end up later that night. They parked about a block away and walked to the firm. They were greeted at the front door by Lita Lyon, the lady of the planetary house and innkeeper of the party, who wore a red, white and blue air one-piece swim suit that was tacky wet and clung like glue to her petite body and enormous nipple. They all recognized one another from being distant neighbors, but they made their re-introductions just the same.

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

They walked out back and found the company already in full swing. There was a bombilation in the air, a bright hum of conversations and XII of scantily-clad bodies. They mixed rum with Coke at the bar and found a convenient post nearby to put up and observe.

Some of the guests were already letting their freak signal flag fly. article of wearable were coming off and assorted body section were coming out. There were couple in the pool getting well-disposed and frisky with former duad, mixing spouse. There were small radical scattered around the large screened-in area, some standing, some lounging in hot seat. Two women were sitting on the edge of the pool making out and two men were in the water in battlefront of them with their faces glued to their crotches. Rod and Layla were watching when before long the men traded cunts and the two charwoman grinded their pussies into their faces as they sucked each other's tongues.

Rod recognized a woman at the far end of the patio. It was a cleaning lady 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 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 sawhorse. Looks like you got here too former, Rod."

"Yeah right,"he laughed. Mrs Fitzsimmons was wearing a two bit swimming costume and was kissing the young man passionately. He had his paw on her knocker and she had her hand inside the front of his float body. An old guy with a swallow in his hired man stood to her rightfield watching them intently.

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

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

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

"I'll union you all in a minute,"she said."I need to observe a bathroom."She set her drink 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 slight redhead in a black bikini."This is Amanda. And this is her husband Bob,"nodding to his right hand."And you know my lady friend Lisa."Lisa was on the other side of meat of Bob, who had a hand 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 hand back. She had to feel a bathroom."

"She's hot. Does she do girls ?"Lisa asked, with a smirk. Bob gave her a sidelong 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 arcminute. They made baseless yak for a dead time and then Layla joined them. Once again introductions were made all around. Soon Rod's drink was hollow and he left to get a refill.

He went to the bar and had to hold off a duo min as others ahead of him fixed potable. He looked around at the Weird view. interpreter and music had become louder and the party was becoming racier by the minute. By the time he'd incur his drinking he looked at the far end of the patio where two couples had really attracted the attention of a few of the guests.

One couple was older, perhaps in their fifties, and the other couple was much younger, maybe in their mid-to-late twenties. Both of the men were naked below the waist and were getting their dicks sucked. The Loretta Young attractive brunette's drumhead was in the lap of the older, balding man, and his cock was trench in her mouth. His slim, gray-haired wife was going down on the blond, much-younger man.

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

Rod looked to his right wing and an attractive aged charwoman was standing next to him watching the Lapplander spectacle he was.

"If I was going to waste some guy at this party I'd at to the lowest degree try to find someplace a little more secret,"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 glazed flashiness. She was darkly-tanned with a thin, athletic body and a tasty-shaped stern. She wore a frayed, short circuit blue denim bird that barely housed the top half of her lean thigh, and the rigid nipples of her house, medium-sized tits reached out for him from behind her whiten electron tube top. He tried not to stare and hoped he could think of something intelligent to say.

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

"feel at the shit-eating grin on that old wind's face ! That girlfriend may be young but she must be one hell of a cocksucker."

Rod was surprised to hear the risqué spoken language coming from this attractive, previous woman. But it was variety 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 dissimilar. 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 meter 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 time and liked what she saw : Tall, well-favoured, with a mop of beach boy blond hair's-breadth on his fountainhead, broad shoulders and muscled forearms and leg."What's your name ?"

"Rod."

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

"Pleased to get together you, Maud."

"Pleased to meet you as well."They shook work force and then she batted her optic 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 wishing is my mastery,"he said.

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

Rod felt a chill and pilomotor reflex broke out on his arms as he turned back to the bar. He hoped Maud didn't notice. He was suddenly nervous because this hot, suave onetime woman was apparently coming on to him. She was liquid and in ascendency, this he knew, but she was making him experience at ease, at least as often at simpleness as he was capable of at the moment. He tried not to look too anxious as he filled a glass with ice and poured it full of Stoli. He squeezed a caustic lime hoagie 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 summer dark,"he said, and they tapped glasses.

They were mum for a few bit as they sipped their potable. Rod glanced back over toward his Quaker and he saw that his sister had moved on. Layla seemed to be in a deep, animated conversation with another distich a few foundation away.

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

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

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

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

Rod topped off his potable with rum and they headed into the house. The living room and family way were occupied but Maud knew the layout and led them to an business office at the side of the house. There was a desk against one wall, bookshelves on another bulwark, and a erotic love ass facing the Word. 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 beginning time. 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 follow to the party with anyone ?"Maud asked.

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

"And she's okay with this ?"

"She's okay. I checked her out a few minutes 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 cleaning woman. So I came to learn it out and see if I could rule anyone interesting."

"Do you opine I'm interesting ?"

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

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

"Don't be aflutter, loosen. 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, tell me. What did you descend 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 gentle blue devil rays penetrating hers. She licked her glossed lips.

"So untried, yet so polish,"she said with a twinkle.

In an instant her backtalk was against his and their lips parted. Their tongues collided and their oral cavity meshed into a saliva, rum and vodka mosh pit. Rod's arms surrounded her and they kissed powerfully for a solid two proceedings. Their tongues mashed deep into their lip as their men roamed over all new territory and while Maud's vagina wetted and Rod's turncock hardened.

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

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

"Do you have a car ?"she asked.

"rightfulness there,"he said, pointing to his Toyota a short length away.

"Okay, espouse me. It's only a ten mo drive, a private piazza out by the lake."She paused for a moment and felt a tremble."Give me your hand,"she said softly, and pulled his hired hand up and under the front of her skirt till it was flush against her genitalia."Feel that ?"

"Hmmm, no underwear,"he said.

"feeling how wet I am ?"

"Yes…"

She took his former deal and put it up under the back of her skirt. She pressed the bakshis of his fingers against her asshole.

"Feel that ?"

He nodded.

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

She kissed him and her natural language 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 handwriting strongly against the synopsis of his cock through the material of his shorts. She opened her car door, got in behind the steering 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 lip to his again and took another taste of his clapper for the road.

"You're a good mug,"she said, then whispered :"And I like it in the ass, so get prepare. Follow me."

The window rolled up as the engine roared to life. Rod took his headstone 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 older cleaning lady. But he couldn't imagine even for a instant 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 Scheol is this cleaning lady ?'he wondered. ‘ And how in underworld did I end up with her ? What am I doing here ?'

After several air mile Maud turned left onto the old Lake road. The Lake route was a six air mile loop topology around the large, kidney-shaped lake. A few proceedings later she made another leftfield and Rod followed her down a wooded drive and they parked the railway car in front end of a small lakefront cabin. There was a wooden skiff with a thirty-five horsepower outboard motor on a trailer parked beside the cabin.

Maud got out of her car with only her keystone in her paw and Rod followed her to the presence door. He eyed the subtle rock of her ass in her forgetful dame as she walked in straw man of him and pictured the plug 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 practically anymore and they let me issue forth here when it's not rented."

Once inside Maud flipped on a brightness level and closed the doorway behind them. She tossed her describe onto a tabular array by the doorway and turned to Rod and they embraced. Their dead body were plastered together as they kissed and Rod felt the delectable pressure of her tits against his chest and his groin against hers. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

The cabin was one large way with a modest kitchen on one side and the bedroom on the former. There was also a garret above the living area and a deck outside overlooking the lake.

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

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

"Yes."

"commodity,"she said, rubbing his cock."Because I can't wait to suck this matter. Be properly back."She went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Rod sat on the bed and waited. He looked around the simply-furnished way : a bed, a dressing table with a mirror, a nightstand, a chair. He heard the crapper outpouring and water running in the sinkhole for a minute or two. Then the door opened and Maud reentered the bedroom.

She was completely naked. The simply matter on her soundbox was a five o'clock shadow of pubic hair's-breadth above her damp pussy. Rod could not believe his good hazard as he took in the sight of her gorgeous eubstance, its sexy length and poorness, her perked nipple, lose weight waist and tight breadbasket. Her skin was deeply bronzed from brass to invertebrate foot without a single tan line anywhere, not even from a anchor ring or a wristwatch. It was obvious that Maud spent much of her summer into the sun and out of her clothes.

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

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

Rod removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Maud kissed his muscly, hairless chest and traced her spit over his pap and down over his flat venter as she unfastened his shorts. She hooked her fingers inside the pliable waistcloth of his underpants and yanked his shorts down to his articulatio talocruralis. His thick, erected cock popped out and bounced up and down in salute ; its pee jam 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 cock and ran her tongue along the eight stiff inches of it."Come in my mouth."He groaned when she wrapped her lips around it.

Rod leaned back on his hands and gently sweep his groin into her, fucking her mouth as she sucked him. Her hands were under his coffin nail cheeks, 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 keep up what was happening as long as he could. But he was uneasy to get on to early things too.

She had his whole dick in her mouth and he could feel her clapper massaging his dick. She pinched his ass harder, in fourth dimension with her unwritten gymnastics. He groaned with each of her vacuity swallow and pushed his cock into her pharynx. He dug his hands into her shoulders and tried to draw in her head closer even though that was virtually impossible.

This went on for several minute : Rod's moans and Maud's slurps punctuating their movements, his workforce and inguen in lissome sync with her hand and mouth as she gave head.

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

Maud gagged as she held on and his ropes of semen were delivered, each lesser than the one before. When he was finally emptied she de-mouthed his greasy cock, slick with saliva and jizz, and rose to snog him with his cum oozing from the recess of her lip. She put her surface rima oris on his and pushed her natural language into him, shoving his sassy sperm trench into his mouth. If I'm going to accept his cum, she thought, so will he.

She pushed him back so he was lying flat on the bed with his foot on the trading floor and his shorts around his ankles. She slid her naked body upward and over his until her pussy mouth were on his sassing. She straddled him with her weight on her knee joint and sat on his boldness. Gently she swirled her twat around his brim, teasing.

"lick me,"she said.

Rod obliged. He ran his natural language along her silky folds, tasting her, his mouth slowly filling with her sourish seawater. Then he speared his tongue into her.

"Oh yes !"she gasped."Fuck me with your tongue. 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 groin so he took nimble breathing spell when he could. Maud moved her cunt around, and with his spit 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 book binding of his tongue, Rod curled his lip around her tight puppet. She oohed and aahed as he massaged it and she grounded into him, forcing his spit into her deeper still. This went on and on, with a chorus line of Maud's moan and Rod's jaw beginning to cramp.

A twosome foundation south Rod's cock was again at straight attending and impulse at the crinkle, but Maud had other ideas. She changed stead slightly so her asshole was against his mouth. She expertly positioned herself and maneuvered her butt hoopla 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 territorial dominion for Rod but he didn't want to go like a prude so he went for it. He clamped his teeth onto the flange that protruded from her becoming ass. Then Maud slowly rose her body up and the ease of the plug, four or five column 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 sass."Lick my ass,"she rasped.

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

"clout it !"she said."It's clean. Don't concern, it's the cleanest son of a bitch you'll ever lick. And tonight it's yours."She pressed her asshole to his lips.

Rod stuck his tongue out through his lips until the tip met her sphincter. He felt it open and secretive in response. It felt like it had opened quite all-inclusive, and it continued to adulterate and contract 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 following. He knew Maud would expect it, so he did it before he was asked. He grabbed her thighs with both hands and pulled her ass flush to his fount and plunged his tongue as deep as he could into her asshole.

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

Rod worked his compensate hand over from her thigh to her pussycat and slipped two fingerbreadth into her and she was suddenly getting it in both terminal. Maud's fingers were stroking her clit in concurrence with his.

Their symphony of tongue and finger fucking went on for what to Rod, seemed like a recollective prison term. Rod's sass was occupied of course, but Maud's made enough randomness for both of them with her blissful animal whimpers. And she was right, Rod thought, it was clean, and tasted unspoiled, variety of fruity. She was lubed and ready.

By now, Rod's gumshoe was throbbing like a poop bike. Fat and stretched and achy, it was back in full, well done and ready.

Rod decided to force the issue a lilliputian bit. With his mitt he pushed her ass away and to the side. Maud lost her balance and he pushed her down onto the bed following to him and rolled on top of her, his nerve square with hers. The butt spark plug plopped onto her left tit.

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

Rod slipped a fingerbreadth into her asshole, then two, and wiggled them, slithering in the slickness within, the rampart of her oceanic abyss hugging them. Then he rubbed his slimed fingers over his purple helmet and up and down his shaft. He put the brain of his half-lubed prick, swollen and aching, against her wink rim.

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

Rod leaned in and pushed the heading of his cock against her prick. Maud took a deep breathing place and opened wide, and pulled him to her. She grunted when he entered her but he was surprised how easily and quickly her ass swallowed up the drumhead and the first match inches of his gumshoe.

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

He pushed and felt the soused pleasure of the pressure of her warm asshole on his rooster. Then he pulled back and swung his kernel into her. She squawked and dug her polished nails into him and just like that he was balls-deep.

Rod had his hands plane on Maud's shoulders as he fucked her, and her body moved in concert with his, her experienced, quivering ass sucking his cock like it had never been sucked before. She lowered one manus to her swollen, hungry clit, stroking it, and with every sexy swing into her backbone room access 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 heat like an oven in his seawall from the tricksy detrition of his dick scraping the paries of her oily whoreson 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, observe it up, sticking me with your big, fat rod. I'm going to get big…I always do when I'm assfucked."

Rod suddenly realized he was having the in effect piece of ass of his life. Maud's ass was like a pressing cooker, steaming his hot sausage, now long and plump with the indigence to explode.

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

She stared at him unblinkingly and his eyes were wide blueness syndicate staring back at hers. He grunted with each hitch of their bodies and each drilling of his nooky into her anchor.

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

Rod's balls were bubbling but the anal tinge on his member kept his sperms from swimming downstream.

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

Rod felt the pressure on his cock lessen as she howled again and began her release. Her eubstance gyrated in spasm as her cum came in waving and her drumhead shook side-to-side. He rammed his tool into her decompress ass harder and the resistance and fit was by now a perfect jointure, his clumsiness skating in and out of her ass over and over, working in tandem like a well-oiled machine. His cum soon had an loss strategy and he bellowed like never before when it rose up through him and his dick felt like an overloaded electric circuit when it blew.

As his ejaculate barb into the reaches of her oceanic abyss, Rod felt Maud's cum flowing out of her and tickling his testis. Little 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 remember of.

"It was. And your rooster 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 next to her and realized he still had his shoes on and his short were still wrapped around his mortise joint. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his trunks on the floor.

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

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

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

He shook his forefront, laughing. She took the chew from his handwriting and licked it from end to end and then put the whole thing 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 prude. You've already licked my bunghole, for Savior's interest, so what's the divergence ? 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 mo Rod shrugged and put the fundament plug into his mouth, first the tip and then in one motility the length of it disappeared and he sucked on it as she had. When he removed it from his mouth she replaced it with her tongue and she kissed him with a barbarian force out. Then she lay back on her incline facing him with her hand on his semi-hard.

"Have you ever sucked turncock ?"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 expert job sucking my clit. I bet you could suck up a mean value hawkshaw too."

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

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

"I don't think that's it."He ran his fingers through her shiny Shirley Temple 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 openhanded the shaft the bigger the high,"she said, squeezing his cock between her fingers."Ah, it must be fun to be a untested man. You've already come in my oral fissure and my ass, and now you're already raring to go again. I guess now you want some pussy."

Rod turned on his side and with one handwriting behind her oral sex he reached his former hand to her vagina. It was wet.

"That sounds like a swell idea,"he said.

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

Rod mumbled a positive response as he rolled her over on her belly, mounted her from the buttocks and slid his stopcock into her wet, unleash 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 work force on her hip joint and started slinging it to her pretty good. But after the slick magazine, snug baseball mitt of her asshole, fucking her vagina felt like he was jabbing his turncock into a slack, squashy void. He grunted with each knock-down push but lubed as they were it was almost as if he could palpate nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

He spread her cheeks apart with his thumbs and she groaned with glee when he flicked his natural language around her rim. He rimmed her for several minutes, taking his time, his piece of work punctuated by Maud's satisfied sighs. Rod stifled a chuckle while he licked her flexing asshole and listened to her aphrodisiac babble out. We're oral presentation in tongues, he thought to himself.

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

"Jesus Jesus you're unspoilt !"Maud barked."Hmmm…"

In and out, in and out it went, and he felt her asshole pinching his tongue with every dip into it. After a short while of this, pushing his glossa deep inside and then fighting the strength of her tightening shit to pull it back out, he felt an ache in his cheeks and jaw and cognize another cramp iron was coming. His peter was on total alert and still sleek with lube and pussy juice, and ready for a repeat execution up Maud's lush, hot butt.

Rod backed off and stretched his seventh cranial nerve brawniness every which way to contend off the cramp iron. Maud's asshole opened spacious and closed several clip, winking at him. He stuck his finger in. It was still greased with spittle and lube and seminal fluid. Maud raised her ass up in invitation. She opened her asshole wide and held it.

"underside up,"she said.

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

"Yeow !"Maud screamed.

In no metre Rod was hammering her like a nail gun. Bang, clap, bash, knocking bottom. He knew Maud liked getting assfucked and he decided to give her one to call up and she hissed with every jibe and the bed frame groaned along with her. Rod was breathing hard and loving the hot, tight friction on his peter as he rammed her. He reached around her, searching for her gash, wanting to occupy her both ways, but her hand was already in piazza, stroking herself, cajoling her cunt to another orgasm.

She came first, with a wallop. 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 string of wavelets onto the bed, and her motherfucker tightened like a winch until she was through. Then she wilted onto the bed, instantly relaxing all her muscles, including her spent sphincter muscle. She lay there limp while Rod pounded her ten, eleven, twelve more fourth dimension until he had emptied his balls deep into her again.

-- --

"axial rotation over on your stomach,"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 roller over."

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

Maud traced her finger's breadth around his can cheeks and along the crack of his ass. He winced in surprise when she jerked his buttocks apart.

"You have a nice ass,"she said.

He winced again when he felt her tongue on the rim of his ass. It felt very foreign 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 minute of arc he felt her smooth, wet tongue slipping into him, poking, stroking, massaging him. The same tongue that had been on his turncock and in his oral cavity 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 jolt of something foresighted being bolted up his ass.

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

"It's my butt plug,"Maud said."Leave it in for a little 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 bathroom she was dressed. She walked over and sat on the bound of the bed.

"Thanks for a hell of a nighttime, 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 steer back to shoal for a few more days."

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

"Do you desire your butt 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 biscuit and a cud sticking out of his ass. He watched her pick up her keys and afford the straw man door.

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

-- --

The next day Rod called Layla and they compared billet. Layla had gone nursing home with an older twosome and they had spent the Nox in various three-way compounding. In the morn they cooked her breakfast.

Rod told her about his night and its abrupt 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 sidereal day Rod drove chisel by the cabin a few clip hoping to catch a glance of Maud but the place was vacant. He realized that she had planned her work and worked her architectural plan to perfection—she'd picked up a young guy and catch what she'd wanted anonymously. And by using the cabin she wouldn't have to concern about some smitten college kid sniffing around or knocking on her door.

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

Rod began to realize that his life-time had changed, undoubtedly altered by his nighttime with Maud. He found himself staring at hind end all the clip. Every attractive young lady he'd see on campus whether it was in stratum, walking out on the quad, in the library, wherever it was, he'd be staring at her ass. He wondered if she liked it up there. Lapp with the mental faculty and staff, even guy wire sometimes. He began to marvel if he was anal-retarded or something.

He managed to have a sexual relationship with two other fille that semester. One was abhorred by the thought of anal sex ; the other let him go there a couple sentence 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 home for Christmastime suspension. Again he force back 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 doorway and a small, flesh out Mexican womanhood answered. ‘ I no know no Maud,'she said.

Christmastime was always weird with divorced parents, splitting time and celebrating everything twice. He caught up with some friends, did some temp work to produce some superfluous money, but Rod couldn't wait to get the hell back to school.

So, back to schooling he went, chasing his sheepskin and chasing loot. He picked back up with the fille he'd been seeing the previous semester so at least he was getting a little fanny now and then. She didn't really get into it though ; she just wanted Rod to descend so he could pull his bloody thing out.

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

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

"how-do-you-do, son, how are you ?"

"Oh fine, just studying for finals."

"That's good. When is your concluding exam ?"

"Next Thursday. I'll probably come home on Saturday."

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

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

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

"I met her a few months ago at a friend's house. She's a lead at an elementary school. And I asked her to act in with me."

"Oh, wow, it must be serious ! Am I going to stimulate a stepmother ?"

"I don't know, perhaps one of these mean solar day. It was just easy this way. I'm still traveling a lot during the week. But I wanted to let you get it on ahead of time. I didn't want you to do 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 I will,"Rod heard himself saying before they ended the phone call. Rod was now very happy that he already had his summer job lined up. The summer was shaping up to be a little dissimilar than summer past.

-- --

Rod drove house from school and arrived at the theater tardily Saturday afternoon. He walked inside without unloading his car. His Fatherhood was in the fellowship way watching a ballgame on TV.

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

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

"Oh, fine, tranquil sailing."

"That's sound. And good to deliver you home."

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

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

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

"How's cohabitation going so far ?"

"goodness. It just seemed to seduce sense for both of us. I'm usually on the route during the 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 assuredness, I think you'll like her. She won't halter your style."

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

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

Rod rose and turned toward the room access where there stood a slim, tallish, dark-haired cleaning woman in a flowery sundress with dilute strap over her articulatio humeri that sexily contrasted her tanned arms and legs.

"Come in, Marisa, run into my son."

She strode into the room with a convinced smile on her face. But when she approached and was a few feet away her yard wobbled slightly and Rod felt a brick in his breadbasket. He saw the looking of a scare deer 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 meet you too,"Rod said. They shook and then stood there, frozen. Marisa was affright shitless ; Rod wanted to get the hell out.

Dad didn't seem to notice. He tried to hire them and ran on about how not bad it was that they were all together and what a great 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 group meeting some buddies. 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 looking of rest period on Marisa's face.

"It's my pleasure to get together you,"Rod said, looking into her eyes. He detected a pernicious smiling and nod."I look forward to getting to know you. I can see my dad has great alternative in women. But I need to drop off my car and get ready to meet my friends."

He had no program other than to get the screw out of that house.

-- --

After he moved his stuff and nonsense into his old sleeping accommodation he showered and headed out. He stopped into a duo of his old stamping ground but didn't find anyone he knew. So he bought a six large number and drove out to the cabin where he and Maud/Marisa had had their tryst. It was vacant so he parked his car and sat outside on the deck for a mates hours staring at the lake and crapulence beer. It was late when he drove home.

The next day Rod kept himself in use part of the day getting situated in his way while his father and Marisa sat around the pool in the backyard. He'd stalker peeks out the windowpane every now and then and admire how fine she looked in her black two-piece. As tan as he remembered her, and just as silky. He couldn't help visualizing her whole tan naked dead body, in bed atop him, and under him, his tool inside her, and his clapper in her mouth and her pussy and her ass. He became half-hard with the thought of it.

They went out for an early dinner to a pop seafood eating place. Rod and his Padre ate big jazz group platters and Marisa nibbled on a Phthirius pubis salad. They made idle chatter for an hour as they dined and although the vibe was a little tense they gradually became more relaxed. Rod made for sure to compliment Marisa a pair times. He told her how squeamish she looked in her red dress, and he wasn't lying either. It was decollete and was held up only by what looked like two strands of red dental floss iteration over her articulatio humeri. It showed just a hint of segmentation and two braless nipple etched into the thin framework. Rod tried not to get trance 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 manufacturing plant and hire aid of all the paperwork for his summer job. He would be working the day switching from 7 a.m. till 3:30 p.m. each day. On the way out in the morning Marisa stopped him and asked if they could speak for a minute.

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

"Of line. I wouldn't want to explode Dad's bubble."

"fountainhead, I appreciate it."

"So your gens isn't really Maud ?"

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

"When you don't want somebody to retrieve 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. Look Rod, I'm sorry. But I have a prominent job in the school organisation. It would not be very skilful if a rumor got started that I picked up a college boy for anal sex."

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

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

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

"But since I can't be your back door man, I guess I'm just going to have to settle for having the hottest stepmom around."He squeezed her hands and kissed her on the cheek.

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

-- --

Rod started his job the adjacent morning time. He would work till three-thirty and was home before four. And usually he would head right out back to the pool for a straightaway swim to freshen up. Marisa was on her summer vacation so only worked occasionally when she had meetings or group discussion scheduled. She was a sun worshipper so on some mean solar day she'd be in a two-piece, lying in a lounge electric chair beside the puddle when he got home. He'd say hi, dive in and swim a few laps, then go into the house and up to his room. He'd often watch Marisa from the window as he dressed.

Over the first of all couple Rod and Marisa were like ships passing in the nighttime. On weekends he'd go his way and his male parent and Marisa would go theirs. But the weekdays, Monday through Thursday at least, they shared the space and gradually relaxed and became more well-fixed life under the like cap. They shared meals and jokes and insinuation, maybe even flirted a little. And they stole coup d'oeil at each other.

Then one hot, sunny Thursday there was an equipment breakdown at work. The chief sent Rod and all of the summertime workers home a couple time of day early so the maintenance gang could make repairs. Rod got home early and went up to his room to change into his swim automobile trunk. Like any other day he peeked down at the pool. There she was, like most days, lying in the sofa, shades over her eyes, listening to NPR on the radio, her run body basking in the bright sun, her inkiness pilus wet and plastered to her head. But this time she was topless.

Rod licked his lip as he took in the delicious sight. She really is a aphrodisiacal gripe, he told himself. He watched her for respective hour and found it was hard to pull in his eyes away. He took some zoom photograph of her with his fresh earphone for next reference. Wearing only his swim trunks he quietly made his way down to the French doorway that opened onto the pool area.

He opened the doors and slipped outside. She hadn't seen him, her middle must have been closed. She hadn't heard him either, she was listening to the radio. He sauntered over and when he was a few foot away he made a aloud coughing randomness. Marisa's soundbox 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 world coming to ?"Rod said with faux annoyance, then laughed.

Marisa located her top and placed it loosely around her chest and glared at him, her middle wide with shocked embarrassment. Rod took the lounge hot seat next to her and sat veneer her.

"You're family early,"Marisa said.

"wellspring ?"

"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 see to it 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 attract it away but Marisa held it tight.

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

They both smiled flirtatiously. Rod imagined the sparkling in her eyes behind her Ray-Bans. She loosened her grip 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 stare at me before you came outdoor and said something ?"

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

"Thank you."

"You wearing your butt hack right now ?

"Don't be naughty, now."

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

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

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

She stared at him a moment, her eyes a mystery story behind her dark dark glasses. Then she collected her towel and bikini top and stood up.

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

"If you're hot, why not go for a 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 sleeping room and disappeared inside. The door was left halfway give behind her.

Rod looked at the waiting area where Marisa had just lain, and he could see its printing left in the shock absorber. There was a paperback book book and a tall glass, half-filled with tea and melting ice on the mesa. 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 rooster told him he should.

He walked over to the threshold and slipped inside. Even with the door open it seemed dark inside the bedroom after the bright sun outside. His centre were adjusting when she spoke.

"What took you so long ?"she said.

She was standing by the bed, nude except for her skimpy, dampen Bikini freighter plastered over her aroused cameltoe. God, she's hot, he thought. He walked to her and wrapped his candid arms around her and her paw immediately delved inside the back of his trunks to fondle his house ass. Their open backtalk met and their lingua collided in a dour mouthfuck. Rod felt his rigidifying rod being pushed down by the fabric of his underdrawers as Marisa pushed them floorward.

"I knew this would bump,"Marisa said, in between tongue sucks."I didn't sleep with how or when, but I knew…"

"Me too,"he said.

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

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

"Oh, Jesus Redeemer,"she belted out, digging the digging.

Rod kept mashing his font into her snatch, getting off on her groans, and he sucked her large clit and continued to moil his fingerbreadth into her asshole, prepping it for the principal act. He felt the personnel of her privates compressed against his face.

"Oh, God,"she squealed.

He turned her torso and drove her onto the bed with his face. Her twisted oyster tasted fine and was mushy in his oral fissure, but his dick was hard and prance and ready to deal aim on her wet, open twat.

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

She fed his pecker into her all the way and squeezed it with every cunt muscularity she had. Rod groaned as he started pumping her and his distended putz felt the encouragement from her collapsing walls.

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

They screwed hard. He punched, she scrunched. He fucked, she bucked. She dug her fingernails into his back. He dug his digit 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 eruption, and their bodies were a savage twain that shook as one, and he was as participate into her as he could be, cock in cunt, fingers in ass and spit in sass. When he was done he pulled out and turned her over on her belly as he pushed her onto the center of the bed.

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

"Thanks, we'll get to that,"Rod said. Then he pulled aside the narrow down strip of her bikini 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 15 hour of his whacking and rimming and tongue-fucking her butthole, her moaning throughout, until she had an orgasm. She had been stroking her clit like she was churning butter the entire fourth dimension and when she came it was like a breached watershed.

"roll in the hay Jesus !"she bellowed.

Her warm wet upsurge ran deep and puddled on the bed covering. It would take in 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 into his hands and rubbed his palms up and down over the tool of his sturdy dick and then jabbed his finger in and out of Marisa's arsehole. Then he pointed his pole at her hole.

Marisa felt the tip of his cock kissing her ass and opened it full for him. Rod didn't hesitate and pushed his reloaded 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 pulse she hissed with bated breath.

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

"support it up !"she blurted."sustenance going."

Rod ejaculated deeply into her and his seed tickled the drumhead of his dick, but he kept pounding away nonetheless. After a couple more minutes his dick was spent. But he kept drilling hoping to hit pay dirt.

He finally did. Her body trembled and her asshole loosened around his drained penis. She came again, and Rod pulled out and watched his cum roll out of her shit as her body vibrated on the mattress. Then he traced his glossa along the crack of her ass and upwards over her sweaty back to her cervix and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

"God, we can fuck,"Rod whispered into her ear. He rolled her over onto her spine and jammed his glossa into her oral fissure and kissed her, roughly at kickoff, but it soon morphed into a foresighted, loving tongue snarl. When the kiss finally ended their faces broke into wide-eyed 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 elbow room, his drippy cock swinging between his thighs, and upstairs to assume a shower.

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

-- --

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

ternary or four times a week they would find themselves naked together and would pull each other up. Before long it got to the point where Rod would get home from work and Marisa would be sunbathing nude out by the pool, and he'd base on balls out there naked, deal a dip in the puddle and then lie in the lounge beside her. They would verbalise innocently at world-class but it would soon migrate to something sexy or indicatory and one thing would moderate to another. Rod's tool would start to get aroused and soon Marisa would take in her hand wrapped around it, stroking him, and soon it would be in her mouth. The first few meter when things heated up they would conduct it into the bedroom, but before recollective it was not uncommon for them just to get into it right then and there. Sometimes Rod would eat her pussy right field on the lounge chair or assfuck her rightfield out under the hot sun. Often they'd jump into the pocket billiards to cool down but more often than not that would just take to more than shenanigans.

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

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

She talked on the speech sound to his father for respective minutes while she stroked his rooster. It was the convention goodnight phone Call for the most piece, except for when Rod stifled a groan 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 bring in sense ?"

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

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

"Of course,"Rod said.

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

"What do you stand for ?"

"Uh, what I mean is, your father is form 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 ‘ 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 drawer and handed it to him. Rod smiled and kissed her lips.

He rolled her over on her belly. He licked her scissure, 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 last days before Marisa had to start back to work wide-cut sentence and just a couple on years before Rod would be heading back to school.

It was a partly-cloudy, tardily Tuesday afternoon and Layla went over to her Church Father's sign of the zodiac 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 auto were parked alfresco, but she wasn't quite set up for what she saw when she looked out the kitchen windowpane at what was going on out by the pool.

Layla's jaw dropped open at the sight. There were her brother and Marisa, lounging side by side of meat, 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 front 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 grasp. Two things struck Layla as she watched the scene unfold : First, her trouble had a very impressive shaft. And second, Marisa was a very impressive cocksucker.

She watched Marisa's slim, agile body bend at the waist as she lowered her head and slowly took Rod's exposit stopcock into her lip, 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 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 groan and go into body spasm and Marisa's head absorbed his tremors as he came. At about the Saami time Rod was pouring his cum into the spine of Marisa's pharynx, rain started pouring from the swarm above.

Rod's long, hard cock reemerged from Marisa's mouth and Layla watched her osculation the tip of it, then put her lip on his for what Layla assumed had to be a wet, spermy, kiss. She then saw Marisa rise and take his hand and go his nude consistence with its flopping cock into the master bedroom.

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

"Every clip you suck me I feel like I got ta pee,"her Brother said.

"You complaining ?"asked Marisa.

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

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

Layla caught a glimpse of her naked brother walking into the maestro bath, his semi-hard cock leading the way. She listened as his inviolable flow of water splashed into the toilet bowl, hard at first, then lessening, then trickling. The pot flushed and the water ran for a moment. The bed squeaked when Rod climbed aboard.

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

"You bet I will,"he said.

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

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

Layla knew she should leave but she couldn't pluck herself away. She listened as the whimpers grew in mass and intensity.

"Oh, screw yes !"Marisa blurted.

Layla peeked around the doorway and she was like a deer in the headlight, her eubstance frozen with goose skin at the sight before her. Marisa was on her paunch with her genu folded under and her butt sticking up and Rod had his cheek buried in her shit, and head and ass were moving together in a gentle, sweetheart sway.

"Feel that ?"Marisa said. Rod mumbled something unclear with a speak entire 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.

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

Rod fingered Marisa's asshole and she moaned when he poked her deeply to lube her pipe. Rod's cock looked enormous in his custody as he slathered it with the glistening material. He mounted her from behind and Layla could tell by the movement of his ass and Marisa's scream of pained pleasure that his cock was up her ass. Then he started fucking her.

Layla watched as her younger Brother pounded Marisa's ass, the bed natural spring screeching louder with each right plunge. The air filled with a chorus of their oink and groans and Marisa's cursing and sexy, lousy talk.

"Love the way you fuck my ass, honey,"she spit out."I love your cock. In my mouth. In my cunt. In my ass ass."

Her chum picked up his pace even more, his mole and her ass vibration and baking in heat, extracting even more piquant talking from his lover.

"diddlyshit, I'm going to lick your ass and mash my fucking kitty-cat 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 molded organic structure shake like a cumulus of half-chilled Jell-O as Marisa released a spasmodic orgasm.

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

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

Marisa pulled away and Rod pulled out and scooted up to her heading on his knees. Her human face was blocked by Rod's back but Layla could evidence by her Angle and their movements exactly what was happening.

Layla shook her head and backed away from the room access. She figured there was probably more to number but she figured she'd best get while the getting was good. She retreated down the entrance hall and out of the house and decided she would come back some other clock time to get her things. On her rainy campaign plate and the residue of the day and night all she could think about was her chum and Marisa, lying naked together exterior, snuggling, fondling, his big turncock with her big mouth around it. And his lingua, on her ass, in her asshole, and his cock, enlarged again and covered with oil, fucking her aphrodisiac ass, and her coming, and then him pulling that big, oily cock out of her ass and putting it back into her mouth, and shooting his cum into her throat again.

She was shocked and appalled of course. But she was turned on by it too. She had to talk to her crony. 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 making love life. Getting any activeness lately ?"

"Huh ?"

"Look Little Brother, you need to level with me. I came by Dad's house yesterday afternoon to pick up some of my poppycock and happened to peek out the window and saw quite a show out by the pool."

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

"Oh yes."

"Oh God. What did you see ?"

"I saw my pal lying naked and making out with Marisa and I saw your cock get grueling and I saw Marisa have you a blowjob. Then it started raining and she dragged you like a puppy 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 woman ? How long has this been going on ?"

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

"I love a good tarradiddle. Tell me."

"Okay, here goes."Rod took a bass breath."You remember that party we went to last summer ? The tramp political party ?"

"Of course."

"Well, Marisa is the woman I went home with."

"You're kidding ?"

"No. But she called herself Maud, not Marisa, sort 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 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 got been interesting."

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

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

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

"And you decided to start fucking her."

"well, it was her decision too. We became penny-pinching, more well-off around each other. We remembered that night we had, and…"

"And what ?"

"I can't believe I'm telling my baby all this hooey. But it kind of feels salutary to tell somebody."

"But you're both cheating on Dad."

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

"Rod, what the Hell are you saying ?"

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

"Oh, please…"

"No, I'm sober. She's really into the ass. She's an anal 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 goodbyes. They knew they wouldn't see each other for a patch. Rod headed back to shoal and Layla, who had gotten her degree over the summer, was about to start a new job.

Rod thought about Marisa a lot at first, he even called her a yoke times in unsuccessful attempts for phone sex, but she was busy back at work, and he fell back into college life, partying, studying and chasing tail. Occasionally he'd call on a weekend to retard in and a distich of multiplication his Dad put her on the phone, but despite some raunchy talk and sense of humor on his end she had to play it pretty straight.

The time just sped along and before he knew it football season was winding down and the semester was entering its crucial net weeks. Rod made his architectural plan to go home for Thanksgiving ; then he would be quickly back to schooltime for a few more than weeks of course before final examination exam. Then there would be the Christmastide break.

Rod anticipated that the grace break would be awkward. He didn't look forward to being penny-pinching Marisa when his father was around. It could be too easy to slip up and give their mystical away. He didn't smell forward to sitting down to dinner party and seeing Marisa across the table, avoiding eye physical contact and trying to make small public lecture when what he really wanted was to tear 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 dark. Dad was his normal ego, but Marisa was standoffish and kept her distance and he didn't get a opportunity to talk to her. thanksgiving Day was even weirder. It was a little gathering—the three of them, Layla and an uncle and a duet cousins—and everyone seemed to savour themselves, but Layla seemed rather distant also. And as he watched Layla and Marisa in the kitchen while preparing the meal, Rod noticed by their interaction that they had bonded in some way. He could tell by the way they talked to one another, and worked together, occasionally touching, and during dinner he detected several concealment coup d'oeil 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 have it away each early better over the close few months.

Rod headed back to school and dove into his lastly few calendar week. He put Marisa out of his head as topper he could, trying to go for 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 hand mind could expect it to continue anyway, under the context ?

-- --

In the centre of December, one night when he was cramming for his next-to-last examination, Rod got a call from his founding father. They said their how-do-you-do and then his Father-God got to the reason for the call.

"feeling son, I wanted you to know, Yule is going to be a little dissimilar this year."

"What do you entail ?"

"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 friend who owns a resort hotel on a remote island where no one can chance me."

"Dad, what's going on ?"

"You can appease at the menage over Christmas break. In fact I'd appreciate it if you kept an eye on the place. Hopefully you can have a nice 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 tell you."

"Layla ? You got ta be kidding."

"I wish I was. I had some group meeting canceled finale workweek and came plate a day early. I heard a fraudulent scheme in my bedchamber 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 intellect. Anyway, sorry to dump this on you, but you had to know. I'm flying out tomorrow morning time and will be gone a few weeks."

"Gee, Dad, I'm sorry."

"Thanks. And to call up I was considering marrying the squawk. And I'm through with your goddamn sister too. I still can't believe it !"

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Yeah, it's been a little wild and crazy around here lately."

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

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

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

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

"Huh ?"

"Have you called Marisa ?"

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

"You should. I'm certainly she'd like to see from you."

-- --

Marisa answered on the first ring.

"Hi Honey, how is my ducky college boy doing ?"

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

"I figured as 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, commemorate ?"

"Yeah, I can't forget."

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

"One more examination, 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 pregnant pause, Rod asked,"Do you opine I could see you ?"

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

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

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

"He'll be home this weekend and it looks like the trinity 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 clobber my ass again, don't you ? You want to see him bed my ass with his tongue."

"Yes."

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

"Yeah, I do."

Marisa leaned her side close to Layla's."wellspring, 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 glossa Dove into Layla's mouth her fingerbreadth dove into her squashy gash.

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

Layla smiled and kissed her deeply as she pushed her 2-dimensional onto her cover. She climbed on top, straddling her. She slid her eagre loins up, gliding over pussy and venter and titty and neck and chin until her soaked bare kitty was kissing Marisa's lips.

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