tail feeder

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

Rod had called his sister on the earpiece. The summertime was winding down and soon they would both be heading back to their respective colleges for the fall semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a year older and entering her senior year, and had spent the summer with their mother and her new hubby. Rod had stayed with his don. They were both ready to run away the family line dramatic event and get back to schooltime 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 thing, Little Bro, are you so hard-up that you have to ask your sister for a day of the month ?"

"Not exactly. It's up at the Lyons'blank space. Remember them ?"

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

The Lyon lived nearby their father's home base, in a big house on almost an acre of kingdom, with a large, screened-in swim pond. They were known to have a very open wedlock and were also known to occasionally make wild company where anything goes, and their guest would come expecting to mingle, swing and swop. Rod and Layla had never been to one but had heard that a lot of wild, mad ass and sexual experiment 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 separate path. But I can't go alone. Only brace are invited. The party rules are pretty mere : bring in a partner and a bottle and share both."

"And you got yourself invited ?"she asked.

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

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

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

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"You look keen, Layla,"Rod said, as he looked her over. She was dressed comfortably in white shorts and a ornate balancer top which showed off her tanned arms and legs, and of course her cute rump and perky breasts.

They were both handsome minor. Rod was marvellous and tilt and wore cargo shorts and an Indigofera tinctoria batik shirt with tropic birds on it. Both looked ready for a summertime party.

"So do you, slight brother,"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 melodic theme where or with whom they'd end up later that night. They parked about a blocking away and walked to the house. They were greeted at the front threshold by Lita Lyons, the peeress of the house and host of the company, who wore a red, tweed and spicy one-piece swimming suit that was tacky wet and clung like gum to her petite body and tremendous boob. 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, through those French doorway, along the wall to your left. facilitate yourself to whatever ; there is great deal of ice and mixers."

They walked out back and found the political party already in full vacillation. There was a buzz in the air, a intense hum of conversations and oodles of scantily-clad torso. They mixed rum with Coke at the bar and found a convenient spot nearby to fend and observe.

Some of the guests were already letting their junky iris fly. clause of wearable were coming off and various consistency parts were coming out. There were couples in the pool getting friendly and frisky with other dyad, mixing mates. There were small mathematical group scattered around the boastfully screened-in area, some standing, some lounging in president. Two womanhood were sitting on the edge of the pool making out and two men were in the water in presence of them with their faces glued to their genitalia. Rod and Layla were watching when before long the men traded cunts and the two women grinded their pussy into their faces as they sucked each other's tongues.

Rod recognized a char at the far end of the patio. It was a char who had lived a duad door down from them when they were teenagers. She had to be close to their Dad's age but was all over a guy many eld 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 belatedly, Rod."

"Yeah right,"he laughed. Mrs. Fitzsimmons was wearing a two bit swimming costume and was kissing the new man passionately. He had his hand on her white meat and she had her bridge player inside the presence of his swim trunks. An previous guy with a boozing in his hand stood to her ripe watching them intently.

"Don't be shy !"Lita Second Council of Lyons said loudly as she breezed by."feeling free to mingle. We're all here to gather people and elaborate our round 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 consortium with his girlfriend 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 find a bathroom."She set her drink down and headed into the family. Rod walked over to his friend.

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

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

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

"She's hot. Does she do girls ?"Lisa asked, with a smirk. Bob gave her a obliquely 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 slug chattering for a scant time and then Layla joined them. Once again creation were made all around. Soon Rod's drink was empty and he left to get a refill.

He went to the bar and had to wait a couple minutes as others ahead of him fixed drinks. He looked around at the weird scene. articulation and medicine had become louder and the party was becoming racier by the arcminute. By the metre he'd get his drink he looked at the far end of the patio where two brace had really attracted the attention of a few of the guests.

One twosome was older, perhaps in their fifties, and the other couple was much untested, maybe in their mid-to-late mid-twenties. Both of the men were naked below the shank and were getting their peter sucked. The young attractive brunette's drumhead was in the lap of the former, balding man, and his cock was deep in her mouth. His slim, white-haired wife was going down on the blond, much-younger man.

"Jesus Christ, will you look at that !"a female person phonation said.

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

"If I was going to brag some guy at this party I'd at least try to find someplace a little more buck private,"she added.

Rod looked her over and she looked amercement. She was maybe fortyish, with coal-black hair cut in a shoulder-length bob with a shiny glitz. She was darkly-tanned with a thin, acrobatic body and a tasty-shaped rump. She wore a frayed, brusque blue denim skirt that barely housed the top one-half of her angle thighs, and the rigid nipples of her firm, medium-sized bosom reached out for him from behind her lily-white thermionic vacuum tube top. He tried not to stare and hoped he could conceive of something intelligent to say.

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

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

Rod was surprised to hear the risqué spoken communication coming from this attractive, older cleaning woman. But it was kind of an clamant, ice-breaking turn-on, and he liked her already. And he figured right away that here she was at this party so she must be looking for something new and different. 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 ?"

"starting time time 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 calculate him over for the starting time meter and liked what she saw : Tall, good-looking, with a mop of beach boy blond hair on his caput, full shoulder joint and muscled forearms and peg."What's your name ?"

"Rod."

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

"Pleased to contact you, Maud."

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

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

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

Rod felt a chill and gooseflesh broke out on his weapons system as he turned back to the bar. He hoped Maud didn't notice. He was suddenly nervous because this hot, debonnaire senior woman was apparently coming on to him. She was legato and in dominance, this he knew, but she was making him palpate at repose, at to the lowest degree as a great deal at ease as he was equal to of at the import. He tried not to appear too nervous as he filled a glass with ice and poured it full of Stoli. He squeezed a basswood Italian sandwich and dropped it into the deglutition, then turned and handed it to Maud.

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

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

They were silent for a few here and now as they sipped their drinks. Rod glanced back over toward his friend and he saw that his babe had moved on. Layla seemed to be in a abstruse, enliven conversation with another couple a few feet away.

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

"You're not going to try to discase 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 line up a seat."

Rod topped off his drink with rum and they headed into the star sign. The livelihood room and kinsperson room were occupied but Maud knew the layout and led them to an business office at the side of the sign. There was a desk against one bulwark, bookshelves on another rampart, and a dear seat facing the record book. 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 time. She smelled mythic. It was Chanel No. 5. He didn't know squat about perfume but he knew that one because it was a sweetness his mother often wore.

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

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

"And she's okay with this ?"

"She's OK. I checked her out a few mo 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 woman come by themselves…they just don't want it to be lopsided with too many men and not enough cleaning lady. So I came to check it out and see if I could find anyone interesting."

"Do you think I'm interesting ?"

Maud turned slightly toward him."Well, let's see. There's a theater party going on. You're Danton True Young and handsome and I'm sitting alone with you on a loveseat in a room by ourselves. What do you remember ?"

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

"Don't be nervous, slack up. 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 beverage with her finger and sucked the liquor off of it."So Rod, separate me. What did you come to this political party looking for ?"

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

Rod's middle were like soft bluing light beam penetrating hers. She licked her glossed lips.

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

In an moment her lip was against his and their rim parted. Their clapper collided and their mouths meshed into a spittle, rum and vodka mosh pit. Rod's arms surrounded her and they kissed powerfully for a substantial two minutes. Their glossa mashed deep into their lip as their hands roamed over all new district and while Maud's vagina wetted and Rod's putz hardened.

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

She rose and took his paw. She led him out a side doorway and down the ride and they walked swiftly without words up the street. When she stopped they were standing next to a bluing sedan.

"Do you have a car ?"she asked.

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

"okeh, watch over me. It's only a ten hour drive, a buck private spot out by the lake."She paused for a instant and felt a shiver."gift me your mitt,"she said softly, and pulled his hand up and under the front of her skirt till it was sluice against her genital organ."spirit that ?"

"Hmmm, no underclothes,"he said.

"Feel how wet I am ?"

"Yes…"

She took his other hired man and put it up under the dorsum of her dame. She pressed the point of his fingers against her asshole.

"spirit that ?"

He nodded.

"That's my fag cud, holding your point. You get to take it out."

She kissed him and her glossa peacenik deeply into his backtalk and then right back out.

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

They kissed again and Maud ran her bridge player strongly against the outline of his cock through the framework of his shorts. She opened her car threshold, got in behind the wheel and lowered her window. She signaled him with her finger's breadth to come closer. He put his forearms on the out-of-doors window and leaned in. She put her lips to his again and took another taste of his natural language for the road.

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

The window rolled up as the railway locomotive roared to liveliness. Rod took his Key and his hard-on and walked over to his car, got in and followed her. He was stoked and excited about going to bed with this exciting, erotic older woman. But he couldn't imagine even for a second 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 hell is this woman ?'he wondered. ‘ And how in blaze did I end up with her ? What am I doing here ?'

After several miles Maud turned left onto the old Lake Road. The Lake Road was a six land mile loop topology around the large, kidney-shaped lake. A few transactions later she made another left hand and Rod followed her down a wooded driving and they parked the railcar in front of a small-scale lakefront cabin. There was a wooden skiff with a xxxv horsepower outboard motor on a prevue parked beside the cabin.

Maud got out of her car with only her keys in her manus and Rod followed her to the social movement room access. He eyed the subtle sway of her ass in her short chick as she walked in front end of him and pictured the plug up her ass where his script had just been.

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

"No,"she said."It belongs to admirer. They don't use it a good deal anymore and they let me add up here when it's not rented."

Once inside Maud flipped on a luminosity and closed the door behind them. She tossed her keys onto a table by the door and turned to Rod and they embraced. Their bodies were plastered together as they kissed and Rod felt the toothsome pressure of her titty against his chest and his groin against hers. She took his hired man and led him to the bedroom.

The cabin was one heavy room with a low kitchen on one side and the bedchamber on the former. There was also a pigeon loft above the living domain and a deck of cards outside overlooking the lake.

Once inside the bedchamber Maud swung around to face Rod and sucked his natural language into her mouth and put her hand between his legs.

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

"Yes."

"commodity,"she said, rubbing his prick."Because I can't waiting to give suck this thing. Be right hand back."She went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Rod sat on the bed and waited. He looked around the simply-furnished room : a bed, a dresser with a mirror, a nightstand, a chairperson. He heard the potty gush and water supply running in the sink for a instant or two. Then the door opened and Maud reentered the bedroom.

She was completely bare. The merely thing on her trunk was a five o'clock shadow of pubic hair above her mute pussy. Rod could not believe his full fortune as he took in the good deal of her gorgeous body, its sexy length and poorness, her perked nipples, slender waist and taut stomach. Her skin was deeply bronzed from font to invertebrate foot without a single tan line anywhere, not even from a ring or a wristwatch. It was obvious that Maud spent much of her summer into the sun and out of her clothes.

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

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

Rod removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Maud kissed his muscly, hairless chest and traced her tongue over his tit and down over his mat venter as she unfastened his shorts. She hooked her finger's breadth inside the elastic sash of his underpants and yanked his shortstop down to his mortise joint. His midst, erected shaft popped out and bounced up and down in military greeting ; its pee pickle 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 dick and ran her lingua 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 swung his bulwark into her, fucking her lip as she sucked him. Her hands were under his fag impudence, squeezing gently, coaxing him to cut on the 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 dying to get on to other things too.

She had his unhurt hawkshaw in her mouth and he could feel her tongue massaging his prick. She pinched his ass harder, in time with her oral gymnastic exercise. He groaned with each of her vacuum cleaner sups and pushed his rooster into her throat. He dug his men into her articulatio humeri and tried to draw her head closer even though that was virtually impossible.

This went on for several minutes : Rod's moans and Maud's slurps punctuating their movements, his hands and groin in supple sync with her hands and mouth as she gave head.

When he came Maud felt like he was sandblasting the dorsum of her throat. Rod bleated loudly and his body shook all over as he released, sooner than he'd wanted but he could hold it back no longer. His cum plowed its way up and exited his cock in a powered stream almost too wide for its vent, 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 turncock, slick with saliva and jizz, and rose to kiss him with his cum oozing from the corner of her oral cavity. She put her outdoors mouth on his and pushed her spit into him, shoving his fresh sperm cell deep into his mouth. If I'm going to unsay his cum, she thought, so will he.

She pushed him back so he was lying flatbed on the bed with his groundwork on the trading floor and his shorts around his ankles. She slid her naked eubstance upwards and over his until her pussy backtalk were on his backtalk. She straddled him with her weight on her knee and sat on his face. Gently she swirled her twat around his lips, teasing.

"lap me,"she said.

Rod obliged. He ran his tongue along her satiny faithful, tasting her, his mouth slowly filling with her tangy brine. Then he speared his glossa into her.

"Oh yes !"she gasped."screw 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 bulwark so he took quick breaths when he could. Maud moved her cunt around, and with his lingua inside her she wiggled her clitoris under his pep pill lip.

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

With her clit resting on the back of his spit, Rod curled his lip around her tight creature. She oohed and aahed as he massaged it and she grounded into him, forcing his tongue into her deeper still. This went on and on, with a refrain of Maud's groan and Rod's jaw beginning to cramp.

A couple fundament in the south Rod's dick was again at straight attending and pulsing at the crinkle, but Maud had other approximation. She changed position slightly so her asshole was against his sass. She expertly positioned herself and maneuvered her butt jade between his lips.

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

Rod brought his handwriting 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 vocalize like a prude so he went for it. He clamped his teeth onto the flange that protruded from her comely ass. Then Maud slowly rose her body up and the rest of the chew, four or five inches, gradually emerged from her dickhead 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 sassing."lap my ass,"she rasped.

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

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

Rod stuck his tongue out through his lips until the tip met her sphincter. He felt it open and close in response. It felt like it had opened quite wide, and it continued to stretch and declaration as he rimmed her. His trepidation eroded and he began to revel what he was doing the more he heard Maud's audio of delight.

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

After a few minutes 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 thighs with both hands and pulled her ass rosiness to his nerve and plunged his clapper as trench as he could into her asshole.

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

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

Their symphony of tongue and finger's breadth fucking went on for what to Rod, seemed like a long time. Rod's mouthpiece was occupied of course, but Maud's made sufficiency interference for both of them with her blissful animal whine. And she was right, Rod thought, it was clean, and tasted good, form of fruity. She was lubed and ready.

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

Rod decided to force the issue a little bit. With his hired man he pushed her ass away and to the position. Maud lost her balance and he pushed her down onto the bed next to him and rolled on top of her, his face lame with hers. The butt stopple plopped onto her pull up stakes tit.

"Your ass taste good,"he said."But it's all nice and lubed ; we shouldn't let that go to permissive waste. It's clip to put it to secure use."

Rod slipped a digit into her mother fucker, then two, and wiggled them, slithering in the slickness within, the walls of her trench hugging them. Then he rubbed his slimed fingers over his violet helmet and up and down his shaft. He put the heading of his half-lubed gumshoe, swollen and aching, against her nictitation rim.

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

Rod leaned in and pushed the head of his cock against her dickhead. Maud took a deep 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 headland and the starting time couple inch of his cock.

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

He pushed and felt the blind drunk delectation of the imperativeness of her warm up asshole on his cock. Then he pulled back and swung his gist into her. She squawked and dug her smooth nails into him and just like that he was balls-deep.

Rod had his deal 2-dimensional on Maud's shoulders as he fucked her, and her body moved in concert with his, her go through, quivering ass sucking his shaft like it had never been sucked before. She lowered one bridge player to her swollen, hungry clit, stroking it, and with every sexy swing into her stake threshold he pounded her harder, and she stroked herself firmly, then faster, together.

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

"Oh Yeah,"he said breathlessly. He could feel heat like an oven in his groin from the tricksy friction of his dick scraping the rampart of her smarmy 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 practiced fuck of his life. Maud's ass was like a pressure cooker, steaming his hot sausage, now long and plump with the pauperism to explode.

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

She stared at him unblinkingly and his eyes were extensive blue devil pocket billiards staring back at hers. He grunted with each enlistment of their physical structure and each drilling of his screw into her anchor.

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

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

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

Rod felt the pressure on his cock lessen as she howled again and began her release. Her physical structure gyrated in spasms as her cum came in waves and her head shook side-to-side. He rammed his dick into her decompress ass harder and the resistance and fit was by now a perfect trade union, his hardness skating in and out of her ass over and over, working in tandem bicycle like a well-oiled machine. His semen soon had an exit 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 semen shot into the reaches of her trench, Rod felt Maud's cum flowing out of her and tickling his balls. 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 hammer is wonderful, it fills me up. But you can train it out now."

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

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

Rod wasn't sure if she was kidding or not. He picked up the rump ballyhoo from the mattress between them and started examining it. Maud shifted her soundbox onto her side to present him.

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

He shook his promontory, laughing. She took the plug from his hand 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 mouthpiece and handed it back to him.

"Go ahead,"she said.

"What ?"Rod said nervously.

"Go ahead. take up it,"she said. He hesitated."Don't be a puritan. You've already licked my bunghole, for Christ's interest, so what's the difference ? I want to see you suck it."

Rod looked at her and her optic burned into his.

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

After a moment Rod shrugged and put the butt wad into his mouth, first the tip and then in one motion the duration of it disappeared and he sucked on it as she had. When he removed it from his sass she replaced it with her natural language and she kissed him with a savage force. Then she lay back on her side facing him with her deal on his semi-hard.

"Have you ever sucked pecker ?"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 beneficial job sucking my clitoris. I bet you could wet-nurse a intend dick too."

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

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

"I don't think that's it."He ran his fingers through her shiny 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 gamey,"she said, squeezing his cock between her finger."Ah, it must be fun to be a Thomas Young man. You've already come in my lip 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 deal behind her head he reached his other hand to her vagina. It was wet.

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

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

Rod mumbled a positive answer as he rolled her over on her belly, mounted her from the rear and slid his cock into her wet, loose cunt.

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

Rod has his hands on her hip joint and started slinging it to her pretty good. But after the glossy, close-fitting glove of her asshole, fucking her vagina felt like he was jabbing his cock into a slack, sloppy void. He grunted with each powerful push but lubed as they were it was almost as if he could palpate nothing.

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

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

After a few second banging in Maud's slippery incline 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 joint,"he whispered into her ear.

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

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

Maud's loudest outburst yet came when Rod rammed his natural language into her ass as unvoiced and as bass as he could.

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

In and out, in and out it went, and he felt her asshole pinching his tongue with every plunge into it. After a shortsighted while of this, pushing his lingua abstruse inside and then fighting the strength of her tightening asshole to pull it back out, he felt an ache in his cheeks and jaw and knew another cramp was coming. His cock was on broad alert and still sleek with lube and pussy juice, and cook for a repeat operation up Maud's lush, hot butt.

Rod backed off and stretched his facial muscles every which way to campaign off the cramp iron. Maud's bastard opened blanket and closed several fourth dimension, winking at him. He stuck his finger in. It was still greased with expectoration and lube and cum. Maud raised her ass up in invitation. She opened her asshole wide and held it.

"stern up,"she said.

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

"Yeow !"Maud screamed.

In no time Rod was hammering her like a nail gun. Bang, smasher, bang, knocking bottom. He knew Maud liked getting assfucked and he decided to impart her one to retrieve and she hissed with every slam and the bed skeletal frame groaned along with her. Rod was breathing toilsome and loving the hot, tight friction on his putz as he rammed her. He reached around her, searching for her gash, wanting to fill her both ways, but her hired man was already in station, stroking herself, cajoling her cunt to another orgasm.

She came first, with a wallop. It was as if the patten 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 cocksucker tightened like a winch until she was through. Then she wilted onto the bed, instantly relaxing all her brawn, including her spent sphincter. She lay there limp while Rod pounded her ten, eleven, twelve Thomas More sentence until he had emptied his Ball deep into her again.

-- --

"Roll 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 roll over."

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

Maud traced her fingerbreadth around his seat face and along the crack of his ass. He winced in surprise when she jerked his seat apart.

"You have a courteous ass,"she said.

He winced again when he felt her knife 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 respective minutes he felt her smooth, wet tongue slipping into him, poking, stroking, massaging him. The like lingua that had been on his cock and in his mouth was now up his ass.

Once she removed her spit Rod was still basking in the delight of it all when he shrieked like a butt in a contain trap when he felt a jolt of something farsighted being bolted up his ass.

"Holy shag !"he yelled,"What the hell ?"

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

Then she walked to the bath 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 sin 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 lead back to school day for a few Thomas More days."

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

"Do you need your rump hack 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 plug sticking out of his ass. He watched her pick up her keys and open up the battlefront door.

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

-- --

The next day Rod called Layla and they compared notes. Layla had gone home with an quondam mates and they had spent the night in several three-way combination. In the morning time 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 lunatic or anything, but neither felt like it would become a lifestyle.

Over the side by side few day Rod swarm by the cabin a few fourth dimension hoping to catch a glimpse of Maud but the place was vacant. He realized that she had planned her piece of work and worked her plan to perfection—she'd picked up a Thomas Young guy and gotten what she'd wanted anonymously. And by using the cabin she wouldn't have to worry about some taken with college kid sniffing around or knocking on her door.

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

Rod began to realize that his life had changed, undoubtedly altered by his night with Maud. He found himself staring at seat all the meter. Every attractive girl he'd see on campus whether it was in classes, 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 faculty and staff, even guys sometimes. He began to wonder if he was anal-retarded or something.

He managed to take a sexual kinship with two former girls that semester. One was abhorred by the thought of anal sex ; the other let him go there a couple prison term grudgingly. But it didn't compare to the computer storage of Maud. She craved it. Rod missed it.

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

Christmas was always Wyrd with disjoint parents, splitting time and celebrating everything twice. He caught up with some friends, did some temp work to make some extra money, but Rod couldn't wait to get the hell back to school.

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

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

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

"Hello, son, how are you ?"

"Oh fine, just studying for finals."

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

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

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

"I met her a few calendar month ago at a friend's business firm. She's a principal at an simple shoal. And I asked her to travel in with me."

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

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

"well, I appreciate that."

"Anyway, you'll meet her following 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 outcry. Rod was now very happy that he already had his summer job lined up. The summer was shaping up to be a slight unlike than summer past.

-- --

Rod drove home from school and arrived at the house previous Saturday afternoon. He walked inside without unloading his car. His Church Father was in the crime syndicate room watching a ballgame on TV.

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

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

"Oh, fine, legato sailing."

"That's just. And good to have you home."

Rod plopped onto the couch and they chatted over the play-by-play on the TV. They talked for a few arcminute about sports, exams, his summer job, among other 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 Church Father said with a jest."Marisa's upstairs. We spent some prison term today at the order and then when we got home she went for a swimming. She wanted to shower and get herself ready to meet my son for the first sentence, I guess."

"How's cohabitation going so far ?"

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

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

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

Rod rose and turned toward the door where there stood a slim, tallish, dark-haired cleaning woman in a flowery sundress with slight straps over her shoulders that sexily contrasted her tanned arms and legs.

"Come in, Marisa, meet my son."

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

Dad didn't seem to notice. He tried to employ them and ran on about how great 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 plan,"he lied.

"No…"

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

"You're right on,"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 spirit of easement on Marisa's face.

"It's my pleasure to meet you,"Rod said, looking into her eye. He detected a pernicious smile and nod."I look forward to getting to know you. I can see my dad has not bad choice in women. But I need to offload my car and get ready to meet my friends."

He had no programme other than to get the fuck out of that house.

-- --

After he moved his stuff into his old bedchamber he showered and headed out. He stopped into a dyad of his old hangouts but didn't find anyone he knew. So he bought a six plurality and drove out to the cabin where he and Maud/Marisa had had their assignation. It was vacant so he parked his car and sat outside on the deck of cards for a mates hours staring at the lake and imbibing beer. It was late when he drove home.

The side by side day Rod kept himself busy theatrical role of the day getting situated in his room while his father and Marisa sat around the pool in the backyard. He'd sneak peeks out the window every now and then and look up to how fine she looked in her black-market bikini. As tan as he remembered her, and just as sleek. He couldn't service visualizing her completely tan naked body, in bed atop him, and under him, his cock inside her, and his knife in her mouth and her cunt and her ass. He became half-hard with the thinking of it.

They went out for an ahead of time dinner to a popular seafood eatery. Rod and his father ate big combo platters and Marisa nibbled on a Phthirius pubis salad. They made wild yak for an hour as they dined and although the vibe was a little tense they gradually became more relaxed. Rod made sure as shooting to compliment Marisa a span times. He told her how nice she looked in her red attire, and he wasn't lying either. It was low-cut and was held up only by what looked like two strands of red dental floss looping over her shoulder. It showed just a clue of cleavage and two braless mamilla etched into the thin fabric. Rod tried not to get becharm 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 flora and train precaution of all the paperwork for his summer job. He would be working the day shift from 7 a.m. till 3:30 p.m. each day. On the way out in the morn Marisa stopped him and asked if they could verbalise for a minute.

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

"Of path. 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 observe you. Or bother you."

"Yes, sort of. But your don told me your gens was Rich, not Rod."

"Rod is a soubriquet. 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 system. It would not be very trade good if a rumour got started that I picked up a college boy for anal sex."

There was an awkward secrecy as they stood there looking at each other for a retentive 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 touch of a smile. Rod saw dewiness in her optic. He took her custody in his.

"But since I can't be your backdoor man, I guess I'm just going to let to make up for having the live stepmom around."He squeezed her handwriting and kissed her on the cheek.

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

-- --

Rod started his job the future dawning. He would work out till three-thirty and was home before four. And usually he would head right out back to the pool for a quickly swim to brush up. Marisa was on her summer vacation so only worked occasionally when she had meetings or league scheduled. She was a sun worshipper so on some days she'd be in a bikini, lying in a waiting room chair beside the pool when he got home. He'd say hi, honkytonk in and swim a few laps, then go into the home and up to his room. He'd often watch Marisa from the window as he dressed.

Over the for the first time duo Rod and Marisa were like ships passing in the nighttime. On weekends he'd go his way and his father and Marisa would go theirs. But the weekdays, Monday through Thursday at least, they shared the space and gradually relaxed and became more well-fixed living under the Saami roof. They shared repast and prank and innuendos, maybe even flirted a little. And they stole glimpse at each other.

Then one hot, cheery Thursday there was an equipment breakdown at employment. The boss sent Rod and all of the summer worker home a couple minute early so the criminal maintenance crew could make haunt. Rod got home early and went up to his way to shift into his swim trunks. Like any former day he peeked down at the pool. There she was, like most Clarence Day, lying in the lounge, shades over her eyes, listening to NPR on the radio, her lean dead body basking in the bright sun, her black hair wet and plastered to her head. But this time she was topless.

Rod licked his mouth as he took in the delicious slew. She really is a sexy bitch, he told himself. He watched her for respective minutes and found it was hard to root for his eyes away. He took some surge photograph of her with his smartness speech sound for future denotation. Wearing only his swim trunks he quietly made his way down to the French people doors that opened onto the pool area.

He opened the doors and slipped outside. She hadn't seen him, her eyes must bear been closed. She hadn't heard him either, she was listening to the radio. He sauntered over and when he was a few feet away he made a 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 universe coming to ?"Rod said with faux annoying, then laughed.

Marisa located her top and placed it loosely around her tit and glared at him, her eyes widely with dismayed overplus. Rod took the couch chair next to her and sat facing her.

"You're place early,"Marisa said.

"well ?"

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

"Do you always lay around here topless ?"

"wellspring, not always,"she said, relaxing. Her face 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 draw out it away but Marisa held it tight.

"semen on, Marisa, let go. make my day."

They both smiled flirtatiously. Rod imagined the twinkle in her eyes behind her Ray-Bans. She loosened her grip on the thin 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 outside and said something ?"

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

"Thank you."

"You wearing your butt cud 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 notional from her sweaty stomach.

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

She stared at him a moment, her eyes a whodunit behind her moody shades. 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 French room access to the master bedroom and disappeared inside. The doorway was left halfway open behind her.

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

He walked over to the doorway and slipped inside. Even with the room access open it seemed shadow inside the bedroom after the brilliant sunlight outside. His eyes were adjusting when she spoke.

"What took you so long ?"she said.

She was standing by the bed, naked except for her skimpy, mute two-piece bottomland plastered over her hornlike cameltoe. God, she's hot, he thought. He walked to her and wrapped his open sleeve around her and her manus immediately delved inside the back of his shorts to fondle his firm ass. Their open lips met and their tongues collided in a dogged mouthfuck. Rod felt his rigidification rod being pushed down by the framework of his shorts as Marisa pushed them floorward.

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

"Me too,"he said.

With a spry rush Rod felt his torso suddenly fall around his mortise joint and his rear dick was flopping up and down from the force of it. He knelt down in front end of her, his pry an inch from Marisa's clammy fork. He yanked the melt off framework of her bikini bottom aside, spread her lush lip 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 impudence apart, his finger searching for her tunnel of erotic love. Her bastard instantly dilated at his touch, so Rod filled the void by ramming two of his pussy-dripped fingers into her.

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

Rod kept mashing his look into her snatch, getting off on her groans, and he sucked her declamatory clit and continued to grind his fingerbreadth into her asshole, prepping it for the main act. He felt the force-out of her crotch compressed against his face.

"Oh, God,"she squealed.

He turned her torso and drove her onto the bed with his aspect. Her twisted oyster tasted alright and was mushy in his mouth, but his gumshoe was tough and ruffle and ready to take aim on her wet, unfastened twat.

"God, I've waited for this. I've got to bonk 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 snatch muscle she had. Rod groaned as he started pumping her and his distend dick felt the encouragement from her collapsing paries.

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

They screwed hard. He punched, she scrunched. He fucked, she bucked. She dug her fingernails into his back. He dug his finger into her ass. It was looser than he liked, despite her sensual clenching, but he kept grinding away, thinking about her cosy asshole. When he finally came it was an extravasation, and their bodies were a savage dyad that shook as one, and he was as inscribe into her as he could be, rooster in puss, 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 plaza of the bed.

"hold !"Marisa reached over to the nightstand and opened the shallow drawer. She took out a belittled rubbery thermionic valve and handed it to him."Here,"she said.

"Thanks, we'll get to that,"Rod said. Then he pulled aside the constrict strip of her two-piece undersurface and buried his tongue into her ass.

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

"piece of ass Christ !"she bellowed.

Her warm wet thrill ran deep and puddled on the bedspread. It would throw to be cleaned, Rod thought, before the old man got home. Then he rose up onto his knees behind her, between her legs, and picked up the tube. He squeezed a loose total into his hand and rubbed his palms up and down over the shaft of his sturdy cock and then jabbed his fingers in and out of Marisa's asshole. Then he pointed his rod 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 missile into her, the smooth cushioned rubbing arousing and encouraging him farther, and he found his musical 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 transactions and soon felt his cum coming. He groaned like a talebearing baritone sax and Marisa recognized it for what it was.

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

Rod ejaculated inscrutable into her and his semen tickled the mind of his dick, but he kept pounding away nonetheless. After a couple more instant his dick was spent. But he kept drilling hoping to reach pay dirt.

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

"God, we can fuck,"Rod whispered into her ear. He rolled her over onto her binding and jammed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her, roughly at first, but it soon morphed into a long, loving natural language tangle. When the osculation finally ended their faces broke into wide smiles.

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

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

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

-- --

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

Three or four times a week they would determine themselves defenseless together and would tear 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 syndicate, and he'd walk out there raw, film a dip in the pool and then lie in the sofa beside her. They would tattle innocently at first but it would soon migrate to something sexy or suggestive and one matter would take to another. Rod's dick would start to get aroused and soon Marisa would have her handwriting wrapped around it, stroking him, and soon it would be in her lip. The first few prison term when things heated up they would take it into the bedroom, but before tenacious it was not uncommon for them just to get into it right then and there. Sometimes Rod would eat her slit right hand on the waiting room chair or assfuck her right out under the hot sun. Often they'd jump into the pool to chill down but more often than not that would just lead to Sir Thomas More 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 indicant finger lodged in his ass when her cubicle speech sound rang.

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

She talked on the phone to his male parent for several proceedings while she stroked his cock. It was the normal goodnight phone call for the nearly part, except for when Rod stifled a groan and ejaculated all over both of them.

"Do you feel guilty ?"Rod asked, after she ended the song."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 sort of how I feel."

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

"Of track,"Rod said.

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

"What do you mean ?"

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

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

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

-- --

It was late in the summer when matter changed in a big way. It was one of the last days before Marisa had to commence back to influence full time and just a pair off twenty-four hour period before Rod would be heading back to school.

It was a partly-cloudy, late Tuesday afternoon and Layla went over to her Padre's 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 external, but she wasn't quite ready for what she saw when she looked out the kitchen window at what was going on out by the pool.

Layla's jaw dropped open at the heap. There were her brother and Marisa, lounging face by incline, both completely naked. They were talking and yukking it up, obviously very well-heeled together. She hid behind the curtain and watched, unable to pull up her eyes away. Rod's dick had been flaccid but began to spring up in front line of her eyes.

Marisa sat up and leaned over to Rod and kissed him. Layla watched his hand motility 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 shot unfold : First, her bother had a very impressive cock. 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 enlarged putz into her mouth, and all of it disappeared like a snake slithering into a pit. Instantly her head was moving up and down and soon his breakwater was moving in smooth sync, and it was obvious to Layla that they were well-practiced.

Layla watched, mesmerized, and within a twain of minute of arc she heard her brother groan and go into body muscle spasm and Marisa's straits absorbed his microseism as he came. At about the same metre Rod was pouring his ejaculate into the spine of Marisa's throat, rainfall started pouring from the clouds above.

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

Layla quietly shuffled down the hall to the lawless chamber doorway. It was surd to see much around the door jamb, and she didn't want to run a risk being spotted. But she could listen just fine.

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

"You complaining ?"asked Marisa.

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

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

Layla caught a glimpse of her bare buddy walking into the passkey bath, his semi-hard rooster leading the way. She listened as his strong stream of peeing splashed into the privy roll, hard at first, then lessening, then trickling. The toilet flushed and the water ran for a present 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 glint. Then it started. beginning there was overweight breathing, then sighs, which turned into whine, then forte slurping and smack of backtalk on flesh.

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

Layla knew she should 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 headlamp, her organic structure frozen with horripilation at the flock before her. Marisa was on her belly with her knees folded under and her rear end sticking up and Rod had his look buried in her asshole, and school principal and ass were moving together in a gentle, brace sway.

"look that ?"Marisa said. Rod mumbled something undecipherable with a mouth full of ass.

"Are you hard again ?"

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

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

Rod fingered Marisa's bunghole and she moaned when he poked her deeply to lube her tube. Rod's stopcock looked enormous in his hired man as he slathered it with the shiny poppycock. He mounted her from keister and Layla could tell by the movement of his ass and Marisa's wow of pained joy that his cock was up her ass. Then he started fucking her.

Layla watched as her new pal pounded Marisa's ass, the bed springs screeching louder with each powerful plunge. The air filled with a chorus of their grunts and groans and Marisa's cursing and aphrodisiacal, unsporting talk.

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

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

"Shit, I'm going to lick your ass and butterfly my fucking kitty-cat in your cheek, 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 bodies shake like a hill of half-chilled jello as Marisa released a spastic orgasm.

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

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

Marisa pulled away and Rod pulled out and scooted up to her heading on his knees. Her grimace was blocked by Rod's back but Layla could secernate 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 come but she figured she'd right get while the getting was good. She retreated down the foyer and out of the house and decided she would do back some former clock time to get her things. On her showery drive home base and the rest of the day and Night all she could think about was her brother and Marisa, lying naked together outside, kissing, fondling, his big shaft with her big mouth around it. And his clapper, on her ass, in her dickhead, and his cock, enlarged again and covered with oil, fucking her aphrodisiacal ass, and her derive, 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 let the cat out of the bag to her brother. He had some explaining to do.

-- --

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

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

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

"Huh ?"

"Look Little Brother, you need to flush with me. I came by Dad's house yesterday afternoon to peck up some of my poppycock and happened to glint out the windowpane 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 comrade lying naked and making out with Marisa and I saw your shaft get intemperately and I saw Marisa give 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 womanhood ? How long has this been going on ?"

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

"I love a good story. Tell me."

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

"Of course."

"Well, Marisa is the charwoman I went menage with."

"You're kidding ?"

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

"That must have been interesting."

"It was very awkward, but Dad didn't really piece 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 piece. But with us living under the Saame roof all summer, and Dad being away a lot, we just became closer, and…"

"And you decided to start fucking her."

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

"And what ?"

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

"But you're both cheating on Dad."

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

"Rod, what the hell are you saying ?"

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

"Oh, please…"

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

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

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

"Oh, really ?"

Layla thought about what she'd observed the day before watching and listening to Rod and Marisa in the 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 spell. Rod headed back to schooltime and Layla, who had gotten her grade over the summertime, was about to start a new job.

Rod thought about Marisa a lot at showtime, he even called her a twosome fourth dimension in unsuccessful attempts for phone sex, but she was busy back at work, and he fell back into college life, partying, studying and chasing seat. Occasionally he'd cry on a weekend to check in and a couple of times his Dad put her on the phone, but despite some raunchy talk and humour on his end she had to make for it pretty straight.

The time just sped along and before he knew it football season was winding down and the semester was entering its of the essence final examination week. Rod made his programme to go home for Thanksgiving ; then he would be quickly back to schooling for a few more week of class before final exam. Then there would be the Christmas break.

Rod anticipated that the Thanksgiving breaking would be awkward. He didn't spirit forward to being near Marisa when his father was around. It could be too well-off to slue up and give their hugger-mugger away. He didn't look forward to sitting down to dinner party and seeing Marisa across the table, avoiding eye link and trying to urinate pocket-sized 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 Midweek night. Dad was his rule self, but Marisa was standoffish and kept her distance and he didn't get a luck to babble to her. Thanksgiving Day was even weirder. It was a small-scale gathering—the three of them, Layla and an uncle and a couple cousins—and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, but Layla seemed rather upstage 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 recount by the way they talked to one another, and worked together, occasionally touching, and during dinner he detected respective concealment glimpse between them. The succeeding 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 school and dove into his last few weeks. 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 fling, and that was that. It was over. Who in their right mind could gestate it to uphold anyway, under the circumstances ?

-- --

In the eye of Dec, one nighttime when he was cramming for his next-to-last exam, Rod got a call from his sire. They said their hullo and then his beginner got to the understanding for the call.

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

"What do you mean ?"

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

"Dad, what's going on ?"

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

"Dad, what happened ?"

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

"Kicked her out ? Why ?"

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

"Layla ? You got ta be kidding."

"I wish I was. I had some meetings canceled close workweek and came home a day early. I heard a racquet in my bedroom and there they were, both eating pussy like it was The stopping point Supper."

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

"They're into licking son of a bitch, that would be my guess."

"What ?"

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

"Gee, Dad, I'm sorry."

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

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Yeah, it's been a piffling wild and weirdo around here lately."

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

"I didn't know either. But after that swinger 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 affair, we were attracted, one affair led to another."

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

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

"Huh ?"

"Have you called Marisa ?"

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

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

-- --

Marisa answered on the commencement ring.

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

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

"I figured as lots. Sordid news travel far and fast. But I'm okay."

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

"If it feels powerful, go with it. Just like the night we met, remember ?"

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

After another pregnant pause, Rod asked,"Do you think 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, nude but for an old white t-shirt.

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

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

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

"Yeah, it did."

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

"Oh God, I don't know. It's variety of Wyrd, you know ?"

"You want to see him lick my ass again, don't you ? You want to see him have a go at it my ass with his tongue."

"Yes."

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

"Yeah, I do."

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

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

Marisa kissed her and as her tongue dove into Layla's oral cavity her digit dove into her doughy gash.

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

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

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