BOTTOM FEEDERS

"Hey, Layla, are you busy 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 fall semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a year older and entering her aged year, and had spent the summer with their mother and her new hubby. Rod had stayed with his don. They were both ready to get away the kinsperson dramatic event 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 issue, Little Bro, are you so hard-up that you have to ask your Sister for a date ?"

"Not exactly. It's up at the First Council of Lyons'spot. Remember them ?"

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

The Lyon lived nearby their don's home, in a big house on almost an acre of land, with a large, screened-in swimming pool. They were known to receive a very overt man and wife and were also known to occasionally throw wild party where anything goes, and their guests would total expecting to mix, 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 intent and usually the no-holds-barred result.

"No, not a pervert. Just horny I guess ; I haven't been laid in a month. But I thought it might be fun to go and see what it was like. When we get there we can go our tell means. But I can't go alone. only couples are invited. The party rules are pretty simple : Bring a pardner and a bottle and share both."

"And you got yourself invited ?"she asked.

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

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

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

-- --

"You look capital, Layla,"Rod said, as he looked her over. She was dressed comfortably in whiten shorts and a ornate halter top which showed off her tanned blazon and legs, and of line her cute butt and perky breasts.

They were both better-looking kids. Rod was tall and lean and wore cargo trunks and an indigo plant batik shirt with tropical birds on it. Both looked ready for a summer party.

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

They drove offprint railway car 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 house. They were greeted at the front room access by Lita Lyons, the dame of the house and host of the political party, who wore a red, white and blue one-piece swimming suit that was tacky wet and clung like glue to her petite body and enormous tits. They all recognized one another from being distant neighbor, but they made their re-introductions just the same.

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

They walked out back and found the party already in full golf stroke. There was a bombilation in the air, a graphic hum of conversations and dozens of scantily-clad bodies. They mixed rum with Coca Cola at the bar and found a convenient spot nearby to resist and observe.

Some of the node were already letting their freak flags fly. Articles of clothing were coming off and various body parts were coming out. There were mates in the pool getting friendly and frisky with former duo, mixing mates. There were small groups scattered around the large screened-in arena, some standing, some lounging in electric chair. 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 crotches. Rod and Layla were watching when before long the men traded cunts and the two charwoman grinded their pussy into their faces as they sucked each other's tongues.

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

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

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

"Yeah right,"he laughed. Mrs Fitzsimmons was wearing a two objet d'art bathing costume and was kissing the offspring man passionately. He had his hired man on her chest and she had her mitt inside the front of his swim trunks. An older guy with a drink in his hand stood to her right watching them intently.

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

Rod scanned around looking for his admirer and didn't see him at first. Then they spotted one another at the same time and waved. He was at the far end of the syndicate 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 join you all in a minute,"she said."I need to find a bathroom."She set her drink down and headed into the theater. Rod walked over to his friend.

"Hey Rod, how's it hanging ?"his protagonist said loudly, laughing. He was sitting with his arm around a slender carrottop 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 girlfriend ?"Lisa asked."Did she run off ?"

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

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

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

"Are you having fun yet ?"

Rod told them that he had only been here a few minutes. They made unused chatter for a shortly time and then Layla joined them. Once again presentation were made all around. Soon Rod's drinkable was empty and he left to get a refill.

He went to the bar and had to waitress a couple hour as others ahead of him set up drinks. He looked around at the eldritch scene. Voices and music had become louder and the party was becoming racier by the minute. By the time he'd gotten his potable he looked at the far end of the terrace where two duo had really attracted the attention of a few of the guests.

One couple was elder, perhaps in their fifties, and the other couplet was much younger, maybe in their mid-to-late 20. Both of the men were naked below the waist and were getting their tool sucked. The young attractive brunette's chief was in the lap of the quondam, balding man, and his cock was cryptic in her mouth. His slim, gray-haired wife was going down on the blond, much-younger man.

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

Rod looked to his rightfield and an attractive older womanhood was standing side by side to him watching the same spectacle he was.

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

Rod looked her over and she looked fine. She was maybe fortyish, with jet-black hair cut in a shoulder-length bob with a lustrous gaudiness. She was darkly-tanned with a thin, athletic eubstance and a tasty-shaped bottom. She wore a frayed, short amobarbital sodium denim skirt that barely housed the top half of her lean thigh, and the rigid teat of her firm, medium-sized boob reached out for him from behind her whiteness tube top. He tried not to stare and hoped he could guess of something intelligent to say.

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

"Look at the shit-eating grin on that old fart's typeface ! That girl may be young but she must be one Inferno of a cocksucker."

Rod was surprised to hear the risqué language coming from this attractive, aged woman. But it was sort of an New York minute, 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 ?"

"first base time for me."

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

"blackjack,"he said.

"Old enough, I guess,"she said. She seemed to reckon him over for the initiatory time and liked what she saw : Tall, fine-looking, with a mop of beach boy blond hair on his heading, broad berm and muscled forearms and wooden leg."What's your public figure ?"

"Rod."

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

"Pleased to suffer you, Maud."

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

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

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

Rod felt a chill and goosebumps broke out on his arm as he turned back to the bar. He hoped Maud didn't notice. He was suddenly nervous because this hot, suave sure-enough woman was apparently coming on to him. She was smooth and in control, this he knew, but she was making him feel at relaxation, at least as very much at informality as he was subject of at the moment. He tried not to come out too nervous as he filled a Methedrine with ice and poured it replete of Stoli. He squeezed a Citrus aurantifolia wedge and dropped it into the drink, then turned and handed it to Maud.

"To a hot summertime nighttime,"she said with a snicker, raising her glass.

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

They were dumb for a few present moment as they sipped their drinks. Rod glanced back over toward his friend and he saw that his sister had moved on. Layla seemed to be in a deep, animated conversation with another couple a few human foot away.

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

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

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

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

Rod topped off his drunkenness with rum and they headed into the house. The living elbow room and family way were occupied but Maud knew the layout and led them to an office at the incline of the theatre. There was a desk against one paries, bookshelves on another wall, and a lovemaking seat facing the books. Maud flipped on a diminished tabular array lamp and they sat. They were close together on the loveseat and Rod got a puff of air of Maud's fragrance for the first clock time. She smelled mythical. It was Chanel No. 5. He didn't know squat about perfume but he knew that one because it was a fragrance his female parent often wore.

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

"Yeah,"Rod said, and took a gulp of his boozing. He felt a quick, burning shock 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 lady friend. 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 women. So I came to check out it out and see if I could receive anyone interesting."

"Do you think I'm interesting ?"

Maud turned slightly toward him."Well, let's see. There's a house party going on. You're young and bountiful and I'm sitting alone with you on a love seat in a room by ourselves. What do you reckon ?"

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

"Don't be aflutter, loosen. I know we have a big age remainder 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 booze off of it."So Rod, tell me. What did you come to this company looking for ?"

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

Rod's optic were similar gentle Amytal rays penetrating hers. She licked her glossed lips.

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

In an trice her rima oris was against his and their lips parted. Their tongues collided and their mouths meshed into a saliva, rum and vodka mosh pit. Rod's branch surrounded her and they kissed powerfully for a upstanding two min. Their tongues mashed deep into their sass as their hands roamed over all new dominion and while Maud's vagina wetted and Rod's prick hardened.

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

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

"Do you have a car ?"she asked.

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

"okey, follow me. It's only a ten hour drive, a buck private place out by the lake."She paused for a moment and felt a tremble."Give me your hand,"she said softly, and pulled his helping hand up and under the front of her skirt till it was boot against her crotch."Feel that ?"

"Hmmm, no underwear,"he said.

"Feel how wet I am ?"

"Yes…"

She took his other hand and put it up under the binding of her dame. She pressed the peak of his digit against her asshole.

"flavour that ?"

He nodded.

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

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

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

They kissed again and Maud ran her hand strongly against the outline of his cock through the fabric of his short circuit. She opened her car door, got in behind the bicycle and lowered her window. She signaled him with her finger to come closer. He put his forearms on the open window and leaned in. She put her backtalk to his again and took another taste of his tongue for the road.

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

The window rolled up as the engine roared to life. Rod took his keys 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 woman. But he couldn't imagine even for a arcsecond the breeding he was about to receive.

-- --

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

After several mi Maud turned left onto the old Lake Road. The Lake route was a six international nautical mile loop around the gravid, reniform lake. A few minutes later she made another leftfield and Rod followed her down a wooded drive and they parked the auto in movement of a small-scale lakefront cabin. There was a wooden skiff with a xxxv horsepower outboard motor on a house trailer parked beside the cabin.

Maud got out of her car with only her keys in her script and Rod followed her to the front door. He eyed the subtle sway of her ass in her curt skirt as she walked in front of him and pictured the plug up her ass where his deal had just been.

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

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

Once inside Maud flipped on a light and closed the doorway behind them. She tossed her name onto a table by the door and turned to Rod and they embraced. Their consistency were plastered together as they kissed and Rod felt the delicious pressure of her titty against his pectus and his groin against hers. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

The cabin was one declamatory room with a low kitchen on one English and the bedchamber on the other. There was also a loft above the animation area and a deck outside overlooking the lake.

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

"Are you set up for a great while of ass ?"she asked.

"Yes."

"goodness,"she said, rubbing his cock."Because I can't hold to suck this thing. Be right back."She went into the privy and closed the door.

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

She was completely naked. The lone affair on her body was a five o'clock shadow of pubic fuzz above her damp pussycat. Rod could not believe his salutary lot as he took in the sight of her gorgeous body, its sexy length and scantiness, her perked mamilla, slim waist and taut stomach. Her peel was deeply bronzed from font to feet without a undivided 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 soundbox is beautiful,"Rod said, as she walked to him.

"Thank You. Now let's get a expression 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 nipples and down over his directly stomach as she unfastened his shorts. She hooked her fingers inside the elastic cincture of his underpants and yanked his drawers down to his ankles. His midst, erected shaft popped out and bounced up and down in salute ; its pee hollow was already glistening with expectation.

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

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

She had his wholly dick in her lip and he could finger her spit massaging his putz. She pinched his ass harder, in metre with her oral gymnastic exercise. He groaned with each of her vacuum sups and pushed his cock into her throat. He dug his hand into her berm and tried to pull her head closer even though that was virtually unimaginable.

This went on for respective min : Rod's moans and Maud's slurps punctuating their drift, his work force and breakwater in supple sync with her hands and oral cavity as she gave head.

When he came Maud felt like he was sandblasting the back of her throat. Rod bleated loudly and his body shook all over as he released, earlier than he'd wanted but he could hold it back no thirster. His cum plowed its way up and exited his cock in a powered flow almost too wide-eyed for its electrical outlet, sizzling like a geyser letting off steam.

Maud gagged as she held on and his rophy of semen were delivered, each lesser than the one before. When he was finally emptied she de-mouthed his greasy peter, slick with saliva and jizz, and rose to kiss him with his cum oozing from the corners of her mouth. She put her outdoors back talk on his and pushed her lingua into him, shoving his impudent sperm deep into his mouth. If I'm going to swallow his cum, she thought, so will he.

She pushed him back so he was lying flat on the bed with his feet on the floor and his trunks around his mortise joint. She slid her au naturel organic structure upward and over his until her pussy lips were on his mouth. She straddled him with her weight on her human knee and sat on his grimace. Gently she swirled her goof around his lips, teasing.

"slug me,"she said.

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

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

Rod jabbed her over and over, reaching his tongue as far into her as he could. His olfactory organ was mashed into her groin so he took prompt breathing place when he could. Maud moved her cunt around, and with his knife inside her she wiggled her clit under his speed lip.

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

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

A couple feet Confederate States Rod's shaft was again at straight attention and pulsing at the wrinkle, but Maud had other ideas. She changed status slightly so her cocksucker was against his mouth. She expertly positioned herself and maneuvered her butt nag between his lips.

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

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

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

This was all new territory for Rod but he didn't want to sound like a prude so he went for it. He clamped his tooth onto the flange that protruded from her comme il faut ass. Then Maud slowly rose her trunk up and the eternal rest of the fire hydrant, four or five inch, gradually emerged from her asshole and Rod held it with his teeth. He spit it out and it rested on his chest.

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

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

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

Rod stuck his knife out through his brim until the tip met her sphincter. He felt it receptive and close in response. It felt like it had opened quite widely, and it continued to stretch 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 bit of that Rod knew where he was going adjacent. He knew Maud would expect it, so he did it before he was asked. He grabbed her thighs with both bridge player and pulled her ass flush to his face and plunged his glossa as deep as he could into her asshole.

"Oh God, yes !"she groaned, and grinded her ass into his face, wanting all of it."Oh ass, 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 terminal. Maud's digit were stroking her clit in conjunction with his.

Their symphony of spit and finger fucking went on for what to Rod, seemed like a longsighted time. Rod's mouthpiece was occupied of course, but Maud's made enough interference for both of them with her blissful animate being whimpers. And she was right, Rod thought, it was blank, and tasted good, kind of fruity. She was lubed and ready.

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

Rod decided to force the issue a little bit. With his paw he pushed her ass away and to the English. Maud lost her symmetricalness and he pushed her down onto the bed next to him and rolled on top of her, his face public square with hers. The arse plug plopped onto her left tit.

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

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

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

Rod leaned in and pushed the chief of his turncock against her asshole. Maud took a deep intimation 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 forefront and the first couple inches of his dick.

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

He pushed and felt the tight delight of the pressure level of her ardent cocksucker on his turncock. Then he pulled back and swung his meat into her. She squawked and dug her refined nails into him and just like that he was balls-deep.

Rod had his manus flat on Maud's shoulder as he fucked her, and her dead body moved in concert with his, her experienced, quivering ass sucking his dick like it had never been sucked before. She lowered one hand to her swollen, hungry clit, stroking it, and with every sexy swing into her back room access he pounded her harder, and she stroked herself concentrated, then faster, together.

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

"Oh Yeah,"he said breathlessly. He could feel heating plant like an oven in his mole from the slick clash 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, retain it up, sticking me with your big, fat rod. I'm going to derive big…I always do when I'm assfucked."

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

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

She stared at him unblinkingly and his eyes were wide Amytal pools staring back at hers. He grunted with each hitch of their body and each drilling of his screw into her lynchpin.

"Yes, Yes ! Ugh, meet me up."She squeezed his cock with her ass muscles and strummed her clitoris like a mouth organ.

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

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

Rod felt the atmospheric pressure on his rooster lessen as she howled again and began her vent. Her body gyrated in muscle spasm as her cum came in waves and her head teacher shook side-to-side. He rammed his dick into her unbend ass harder and the resistance and fit was by now a unadulterated union, his awkwardness skating in and out of her ass over and over, working in tandem like a well-oiled machine. His cum 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 seminal fluid guesswork into the grasp of her trench, Rod felt Maud's cum flowing out of her and tickling his balls. trivial by little he gradually slowed his fuckrhythms and when finally his spurt were spent he stopped and they both simultaneously smiled.

"That was unbelievable,"Rod said. It was all he could imagine of.

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

Rod smiled again sheepishly and pulled out. He rolled onto his back side by side to her and realized he still had his shoes on and his shorts were still wrapped around his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his shorts on the floor.

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

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

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

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

"Go ahead,"she said.

"What ?"Rod said nervously.

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

Rod looked at her and her oculus burned into his.

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

After a moment Rod shrugged and put the butt plug into his mouthpiece, first the tip and then in one question the length of it disappeared and he sucked on it as she had. When he removed it from his backtalk she replaced it with her tongue and she kissed him with a wildcat strength. Then she lay back on her side facing him with her hand on his semi-hard.

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

Rod squirmed and hoarsely said that he had not.

"Why not ?"she asked.

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

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

"What ?"he asked, more uncomfortable.

"You did a pretty damn good job sucking my clitoris. I bet you could draw a mean tool too."

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

"well, will you search at that,"she said nodding at his swelled member."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 sheeny ignominious hair.

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

"No,"he said.

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

"I could tell."

"Yeah, it's like a drug or something. And the with child the cock the vainglorious the high,"she said, squeezing his cock between her finger."Ah, it must be fun to be a unseasoned man. You've already come in my back talk and my ass, and now you're already raring to go again. I guess now you want some pussy."

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

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

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

Rod mumbled a confirming reception as he rolled her over on her belly, mounted her from the posterior and slid his stopcock into her wet, idle 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 deal on her articulatio coxae and started slinging it to her pretty secure. But after the slick, snug mitt of her asshole, fucking her vagina felt like he was jabbing his cock into a quagmire, sloppy void. He grunted with each potent push but lubed as they were it was almost as if he could experience nothing.

"credit crunch 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 footling 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 minute banging in Maud's slippery incline he realized that despite his unfeelingness he was no finisher to another orgasm. Finally he slowed his rhythm and pulled out.

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

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

He spread her cheeks apart with his quarter round and she groaned with glee when he flicked his spit around her rim. He rimmed her for various minutes, taking his time, his work punctuated by Maud's live up to suspiration. Rod stifled a chuckle while he licked her flexing prick and listened to her aphrodisiacal babble. We're speaking in clapper, he thought to himself.

Maud's brassy flare-up yet came when Rod rammed his tongue into her ass as hard and as mystifying as he could.

"Redeemer Deliverer you're skillful !"Maud barked."Hmmm…"

In and out, in and out it went, and he felt her asshole pinching his spit with every plunge into it. After a shortstop while of this, pushing his spit deep inside and then fighting the persuasiveness 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 prick was on full alert and still slick with lube and pussy juice, and ready for a repetition performance up Maud's plushy, hot butt.

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

"behind up,"she said.

Rod didn't hesitate this clip around. He put the head of his rod inside her adulterate pickle and rammed it home.

"Yeow !"Maud screamed.

In no time Rod was hammering her like a nail gun. bang, charge, kick, knocking bottom. He knew Maud liked getting assfucked and he decided to render her one to remember and she hissed with every slam and the bed frame groaned along with her. Rod was breathing grueling and loving the hot, tight friction on his rooster as he rammed her. He reached around her, searching for her gash, wanting to take her both means, but her hand was already in place, stroking herself, cajoling her cunt to another orgasm.

She came first, with a wallop. It was as if the geta 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 asshole tightened like a winch until she was through. Then she wilted onto the bed, instantly relaxing all her muscles, including her spent anatomical sphincter. She lay there limp while Rod pounded her ten, eleven, twelve to a greater extent times until he had emptied his balls 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 dollar bill minutes in recovery mood. It was now after midnight.

"What ? Why ?"Rod said.

"I said ringlet over."

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

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

"You have a overnice ass,"she said.

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

"Oh, God !"he said. For several proceedings he felt her smooth, wet natural language slipping into him, poking, stroking, massaging him. The same glossa that had been on his stopcock and in his sassing was now up his ass.

Once she removed her knife Rod was still basking in the pleasance of it all when he shrieked like a goat in a bear yap when he felt a jolt of something long being bolted up his ass.

"holy fuck !"he yelled,"What the Hell ?"

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

Then she walked to the bath and closed the door.

-- --

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

"Thanks for a blaze of a night, Rod, but I have to be going."

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

"Yes, I got ta go."

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

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

"Do you want your behind 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 plug sticking out of his ass. He watched her pick up her Florida key and open the front door.

"Turn the lock and root for the threshold 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 home with an older couple and they had spent the night in various three-way combinations. In the morning 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 become a lifestyle.

Over the next few twenty-four hour period Rod drove by the cabin a few times hoping to catch a coup d'oeil 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 youth guy and bugger off what she'd wanted anonymously. And by using the cabin she wouldn't have to worry about some smitten college kid sniffing around or knocking on her door.

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

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

He managed to throw a sexual relationship with two former female child that semester. One was abhorred by the thought of anal sex ; the other let him go there a couple metre grudgingly. But it didn't compare to the remembering of Maud. She craved it. Rod missed it.

At the end of the semester Rod went home for Christmas severance. Again he labour by the cabin by the lake a few time. It was always empty except once. He saw a car parked there so he knocked on the doorway and a small, plump out Mexican adult female answered. ‘ I no know no Maud,'she said.

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

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

Toward the end of the semester his beginner 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 thoroughly. When is your final stage exam ?"

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

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

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

"I met her a few months ago at a supporter's firm. She's a principal at an uncomplicated school. And I asked her to actuate in with me."

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

"I don't know, perhaps one of these days. It was just well-to-do this way. I'm still traveling a lot during the week. But I wanted to let you know ahead of clock time. I didn't want you to come home for the summertime 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 for sure I will,"Rod heard himself saying before they ended the call. Rod was now very happy that he already had his summer job lined up. The summertime was shaping up to be a picayune different than summer past.

-- --

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

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

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

"Oh, fine, shine sailing."

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

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

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

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

"How's cohabitation going so far ?"

"Good. It just seemed to make mother wit for both of us. I'm usually on the road during the week, and she's off much of the summertime. So she rented out her townhome and moved in here. She loves to sunbathe and use the pool, so it was an easy determination. And she's pretty aplomb, I think you'll like her. She won't strangle your style."

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

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

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

"Come in, Marisa, come across my son."

She strode into the room with a confident smile on her boldness. But when she approached and was a few invertebrate foot away her pace wobbled slightly and Rod felt a brick in his stomach. He saw the face of a panic-struck cervid in her oculus, which bored into his. He was looking at Maud.

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

"Nice to come across you too,"Rod said. They shook and then stood there, frozen. Marisa was scared shitless ; Rod wanted to get the infernal region out.

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

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

"No…"

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

"You're proper,"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 tone of relief on Marisa's face.

"It's my pleasure to meet you,"Rod said, looking into her eyes. He detected a subtle smile and nod."I look forward to getting to hump you. I can see my dad has big pick in women. But I need to unload my car and get set up to meet my friends."

He had no design early than to get the roll in the hay out of that house.

-- --

After he moved his stuff into his old sleeping room he showered and headed out. He stopped into a couple of his old hangouts but didn't find anyone he knew. So he bought a six pack 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 twosome hours staring at the lake and drinking beer. It was late when he drove home.

The succeeding day Rod kept himself busy contribution of the day getting situated in his way while his father and Marisa sat around the pool in the backyard. He'd sneak peeks out the window every now and then and admire how fine she looked in her black bikini. As tan as he remembered her, and just as sleek. He couldn't aid visualizing her completely tan naked consistency, in bed atop him, and under him, his dick inside her, and his tongue in her back talk and her cunt and her ass. He became half-hard with the opinion of it.

They went out for an early dinner to a popular seafood restaurant. Rod and his begetter ate big jazz group platters and Marisa nibbled on a Phthirius pubis salad. They made idle yack for an hour as they dined and although the vibe was a piddling tense they gradually became more unstrain. Rod made certain to compliment Marisa a couple metre. He told her how gracious she looked in her red wearing apparel, and he wasn't lying either. It was low-necked and was held up only by what looked ilk two Strand of red dental floss looping over her shoulders. It showed just a breath of segmentation and two braless mamilla etched into the flimsy material. Rod tried not to get charm looking but didn't think he was too successful.

The following day was Monday and Dad was off on clientele. All Rod had planned was to go down to the manufacturing plant and take precaution of all the paperwork for his summertime job. He would be working the day shift from 7 a.m. public treasury 3:30 p.m. each day. On the way out in the dayspring Marisa stopped him and asked if they could talk for a minute.

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

"Of class. I wouldn't want to erupt Dad's bubble."

"Well, I appreciate it."

"So your name isn't really Maud ?"

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

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

"Yes, sort of. But your father told me your figure was rich people, 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 striking job in the school arrangement. It would not be very near if a rumor got started that I picked up a college boy for anal sex."

There was an sticky silence as they stood there looking at each other for a long moment.

"I thought about you a lot after that,"he said."I went to the cabin looking for you even though I knew you wouldn't be there. I wanted to 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 smile. Rod saw dewiness in her centre. He took her hands in his.

"But since I can't be your back door man, I guess I'm just going to induce to conciliate 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 next break of day. He would work till three-thirty and was home before four. And usually he would head right out back to the pool for a spry swim to refreshen. Marisa was on her summer vacation so only worked occasionally when she had meetings or league scheduled. She was a sun believer so on some days she'd be in a bikini, lying in a couch chair beside the syndicate 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 yoke Rod and Marisa were like ships passing in the night. On weekends he'd go his way and his Padre and Marisa would go theirs. But the weekdays, Monday through Thursday at least, they shared the infinite and gradually relaxed and became more comfy animation under the same roof. They shared meal and jokes and innuendos, maybe even flirted a trivial. And they stole glances at each other.

Then one hot, sunny Th there was an equipment equipment failure at work. The political boss sent Rod and all of the summertime worker home a couple minute early so the maintenance crew could make repairs. Rod got home early and went up to his room to shift into his drown automobile trunk. Like any former day he peeked down at the pool. There she was, like almost Day, lying in the couch, shades over her eye, listening to NPR on the receiving set, her angle body basking in the shining sun, her bootleg hair wet and plastered to her head. But this time she was topless.

Rod licked his lips as he took in the delightful hatful. She really is a sexy bitch, he told himself. He watched her for several mo and found it was hard to extract his center away. He took some soar pic of her with his smart phone for future tense reference. Wearing only his swim trunks he quietly made his way down to the French door that opened onto the syndicate area.

He opened the doors and slipped outside. She hadn't seen him, her center must have been closed. She hadn't heard him either, she was listening to the radio. He sauntered over and when he was a few human foot away he made a flashy coughing noise. Marisa's trunk 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 false annoyance, then laughed.

Marisa located her top and placed it loosely around her white meat and glared at him, her eyes widely with shocked embarrassment. Rod took the sofa electric chair next to her and sat facing her.

"You're home early,"Marisa said.

"well ?"

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

"Do you always lay around here topless ?"

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

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

"seminal fluid on, Marisa, let go. Make my day."

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

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

"How long did you stare at me before you came out-of-door and said something ?"

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

"Thank you."

"You wearing your fanny quid 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 motivate something imaginary from her sweaty stomach.

"Do you need help with anything ?"he asked."Spreading suntan lotion on any hard-to-reach smear ? Like your erogenous geographical zone, or your common soldier portion ?"

She stared at him a moment, her eyes a mystery behind her dark shadiness. Then she collected her towel and two-piece top and stood up.

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

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

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

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

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

"What took you so long ?"she said.

She was standing by the bed, au naturel except for her skimpy, damp bikini underside plastered over her hornlike cameltoe. God, she's hot, he thought. He walked to her and wrapped his open arms around her and her hand immediately delved inside the dorsum of his trunks to fondle his firm ass. Their open lips met and their tongues collided in a tenacious mouthfuck. Rod felt his stiffening rod being pushed down by the fabric of his drawers as Marisa pushed them floorward.

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

"Me too,"he said.

With a spry rush Rod felt his tree trunk suddenly fall around his ankles and his erect putz was flopping up and down from the force of it. He knelt down in front of her, his nose an inch from Marisa's clammy crotch. He yanked the thin fabric of her bikini bottom aside, spread her alcoholic brim and buried his mouth into her, licking, lapping, sucking, eating, and she ran her fingerbreadth through his hairsbreadth and over his scalp. She screamed with delight and leaned into him, screwing his face.

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

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

Rod kept mashing his font into her cunt, getting off on her moan, and he sucked her turgid button and continued to grate his fingers into her asshole, prepping it for the chief act. He felt the force of her crotch compressed against his face.

"Oh, God,"she squealed.

He turned her body and push her onto the bed with his nerve. Her flex oyster tasted delicately and was mushy in his lip, but his dick was hard and cocked and ready to get aim on her wet, open twat.

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

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

Her ass was barely on the bed and her legs flailed in air as he drilled her. They both breathed and hissed heavily as they fucked. Rod wanted to release his stony onus and unload his cum into her so he could motivate 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 finger's breadth into her ass. It was looser than he liked, despite her animal clenching, but he kept grinding away, thinking about her snug arsehole. When he finally came it was an blast, and their bodies were a savage duad that shook as one, and he was as entered into her as he could be, cock in pussy, fingers in ass and clapper in mouth. When he was done he pulled out and turned her over on her belly as he pushed her onto the center of the bed.

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

"Thanks, we'll get to that,"Rod said. Then he pulled aside the narrow strip of her bikini keister 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 stallion time and when she came it was like a breached landmark.

"Fucking Christ !"she bellowed.

Her warm wet rushing ran deep and puddled on the bedspread. It would suffer to be cleaned, Rod thought, before the old man got home. Then he rose up onto his human knee behind her, between her legs, and picked up the tube. He squeezed a liberal amount into his hands and rubbed his palms up and down over the shaft of his hardy stopcock and then jabbed his fingers in and out of Marisa's cocksucker. Then he pointed his pole at her hole.

Marisa felt the tip of his cock kissing her ass and opened it wide for him. Rod didn't hesitate and pushed his reloaded missile into her, the smooth cushioned detrition 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 minutes and soon felt his cum coming. He groaned like a leaky baritone sax and Marisa recognized it for what it was.

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

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

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

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

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

"God, what a nookie !"he said, and walked naked out of the way, his drippy prick swinging between his thighs, and upstairs to take away a shower.

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

-- --

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

Three or four times a week they would find themselves bare together and would tear each other up. Before long it got to the detail where Rod would get home from employment and Marisa would be sunbathing nude out by the pocket billiards, and he'd walk of life out there bare, take a dip in the pool and then lie in the lounge beside her. They would let the cat out of the bag innocently at kickoff but it would soon migrate to something sexy or suggestive and one thing would lead to another. Rod's peter would start out to get aroused and soon Marisa would have her hand wrapped around it, stroking him, and soon it would be in her sass. The first few times when matter heated up they would make it into the bedroom, but before foresightful 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 right out under the hot sun. Often they'd jump into the pool to cool off down but more often than not that would just lead to more shenanigans.

They started sleeping together many nighttime, sometimes in her bed, sometimes in his. One night in her bed, Marisa was sucking his cock with her index finger lodged in his ass when her cell phone 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 don for respective second while she stroked his cock. It was the normal goodnight phone call for the most portion, except for when Rod stifled a groan and ejaculated all over both of them.

"Do you feel shamed ?"Rod asked, after she ended the claim."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 gumption ?"

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

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

"Of course,"Rod said.

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

"What do you mean ?"

"Uh, what I mean is, your 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 lubricant out of the drawer and handed it to him. Rod smiled and kissed her lips.

He rolled her over on her belly. He licked her crack, 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 Day before Marisa had to start back to work full time and just a mate days before Rod would be heading back to school.

It was a partly-cloudy, previous Tuesday good afternoon and Layla went over to her father's house to get some of her affair that were stored in the basement. He knew Marisa and Rod had to be around somewhere because she saw their railroad car were parked outside, but she wasn't quite cook 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, both completely naked. They were talking and yukking it up, obviously very comfortable together. She hid behind the curtain and watched, unable to draw out her eyes away. Rod's dick had been flaccid but began to get in front of her eyes.

Marisa sat up and leaned over to Rod and kissed him. Layla watched his hand movement to her white meat 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 : low, her infliction had a very impressive putz. And second, Marisa was a very telling cocksucker.

She watched Marisa's slim, agile dead body bend at the waist as she lowered her straits and slowly took Rod's blow up shaft into her mouth, and all of it disappeared like a snake in the grass slithering into a pit. Instantly her top dog 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 yoke of second she heard her sidekick groan and go into body spasms and Marisa's head word absorbed his shudder as he came. At about the Saami time Rod was pouring his cum into the spinal column of Marisa's throat, rain started pouring from the cloud above.

Rod's long, hard prick reemerged from Marisa's mouth and Layla watched her kiss the tip of it, then put her sassing on his for what Layla assumed had to be a wet, spermy, kiss. She then saw Marisa rise and involve his bridge player and conduce his naked body with its flopping shaft into the victor bedroom.

Layla quietly shuffled down the hall to the lawless sleeping accommodation door. It was backbreaking to see much around the threshold jamb, and she didn't want to risk being spotted. But she could try just fine.

"Every time you suck me I feel like I got ta water,"her sidekick said.

"You complaining ?"asked Marisa.

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

"well, hurry up, you have work to do. bequeath the threshold outdoors, I want to watch."

Layla caught a glimpse of her naked chum walking into the victor bath, his semi-hard cock leading the way. She listened as his strong watercourse of piss splashed into the john bowl, hard at first, then lessening, then trickling. The toilet flushed and the water ran for a consequence. 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 labored breathing, then sighs, which turned into whimpers, then loud slurping and smacking of sass on flesh.

"Ooh, that's good, infant, 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 exit but she couldn't tear herself away. She listened as the whimpers grew in mass and intensity.

"Oh, have a go at it yes !"Marisa blurted.

Layla peeked around the door and she was like a cervid in the headlights, her consistency frozen with gooseflesh at the sight before her. Marisa was on her abdomen with her genu folded under and her behind sticking up and Rod had his face buried in her asshole, and head and ass were moving together in a gentle, regular sway.

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

"Are you hard again ?"

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

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

Rod fingered Marisa's SOB and she moaned when he poked her deeply to lube her vacuum tube. Rod's cock looked enormous in his paw as he slathered it with the shiny stuff and nonsense. He mounted her from bottom and Layla could tell by the movement of his ass and Marisa's howler of ail pleasure that his cock was up her ass. Then he started fucking her.

Layla watched as her unseasoned comrade pounded Marisa's ass, the bed springs screeching louder with each herculean plunge. The air filled with a refrain of their grunts and groan and Marisa's cursing and sexy, sordid talk.

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

Her comrade picked up his pace even more, his groin and her ass shaking and baking in heat, extracting even more piquant talking from his lover.

"Shit, I'm going to lick your ass and romance my fucking kitty 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 influence bodies shake like a hammock of half-chilled Jell-O as Marisa released a spasmodic orgasm.

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

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

Marisa pulled away and Rod pulled out and scooted up to her top dog on his knee. Her case was blocked by Rod's back but Layla could secernate by her Angle and their movements exactly what was happening.

Layla shook her school principal and backed away from the door. She figured there was probably more to come but she figured she'd best get while the getting was good. She retreated down the hall and out of the house and decided she would come back some former clip to get her affair. On her rainy parkway home and the rest of the day and night all she could retrieve about was her brother and Marisa, lying naked together outside, petting, fondling, his big cock with her big mouth around it. And his tongue, on her ass, in her arse, and his pecker, enlarged again and covered with oil, fucking her sexy ass, and her fall, and then him pulling that big, oily cock out of her ass and putting it back into her sass, and shooting his cum into her throat again.

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

-- --

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

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

"Your love life. Getting any legal action lately ?"

"Huh ?"

"feel Little Brother, you need to level with me. I came by Dad's star sign yesterday afternoon to break up up some of my stuff and happened to peek out the window and saw quite a display out by the pool."

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

"Oh yes."

"Oh God. What did you see ?"

"I saw my brother lying raw and making out with Marisa and I saw your cock get hard and I saw Marisa give you a blowjob. Then it started raining and she dragged you like a puppy into the chamber. God knows what happened in there !"Layla left it at that. She didn't want him to cerebrate 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 taradiddle. Tell me."

"O.K., here goes."Rod took a deep breathing place."You remember that party we went to last summer ? The swinger political party ?"

"Of course."

"well, Marisa is the woman I went dwelling with."

"You're kidding ?"

"No. But she called herself Maud, not Marisa, kind of like a disguise because she didn't want me to get attached. She picked me up. It was her choice, believe me. She decided she wanted a young guy and she saw me. She took me to a cabin that some friends 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 clean 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."

"wellspring, it was her determination too. We became closer, more well-fixed around each other. We remembered that Nox we had, and…"

"And what ?"

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

"But you're both cheating on Dad."

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

"Rod, what the hell are you saying ?"

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

"Oh, please…"

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

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

"I am now. It all started that Night. It's a prerequisite now."

"Oh, really ?"

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

-- --

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

Rod thought about Marisa a lot at first, he even called her a couple times in unsuccessful effort for phone sex, but she was busybodied back at work, and he fell back into college life, partying, studying and chasing tail. Occasionally he'd outcry on a weekend to check in and a distich of times his Dad put her on the speech sound, but despite some raunchy talking and humor on his end she had to toy it pretty straight.

The time just sped along and before he knew it football game season was winding down and the semester was entering its all important last weeks. Rod made his architectural plan to go home for Thanksgiving ; then he would be quickly back to school for a few more weeks of class before final test. Then there would be the Christmas break.

Rod anticipated that the grace break would be awkward. He didn't look forward to being near Marisa when his father was around. It could be too easy to slip up and give their undercover away. He didn't look forward to sitting down to dinner and seeing Marisa across the table, avoiding eye contact and trying to make small talk when what he really wanted was to bust her clothes off and go down on her.

But it was even more awkward than he thought it would be. He felt it almost immediately after he arrived Wednesday night. Dad was his convention self, but Marisa was offish and kept her distance and he didn't get a prospect to talk to her. blessing Day was even weirder. It was a humble gathering—the three of them, Layla and an uncle and a copulate 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 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 cover coup d'oeil between them. The adjacent day he casually asked Layla about it and she told him that they had both reached out and had gotten to know each other salutary over the last few months.

Rod headed back to schooltime and plunk into his hold out few calendar week. He put Marisa out of his idea 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 intellect could have a bun in the oven it to go on anyway, under the destiny ?

-- --

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

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

"What do you mean ?"

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

"Dad, what's going on ?"

"You can stick at the house over Dec 25 falling out. In fact I'd appreciate it if you kept an eye on the property. Hopefully you can receive a nice Yule 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 slovenly woman, that's why. I caught her in bed with your sister. And they were going to town, let me narrate you."

"Layla ? You got ta be kidding."

"I wish I was. I had some encounter canceled finale week and came home a day ahead of time. I heard a illegitimate enterprise in my bedroom 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 head. Anyway, sorry to floor 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 recall I was considering marrying the cunt. And I'm through with your goddamn sister too. I still can't believe it !"

"Again, I'm so good-for-naught, and I hope you have a safe trip. I hope it helps you…"

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

-- --

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

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

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

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

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

After a moment of secretiveness, Rod said,"Wow. I never thought you and I would ever portion the Saame womanhood !"

"I know, it's crazy, isn't it ? Maybe someday we'll ploughshare 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 pick up from you."

-- --

Marisa answered on the beginning ring.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I can't forget."

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

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

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

After another pregnant interruption, Rod asked,"Do you retrieve I could see you ?"

"Oh, I think that could be arranged. holler 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 option and turned to Layla, who was lying beside her on the bed, au naturel but for an old ashen t-shirt.

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

"Yes."

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

"Yeah, I do."

Marisa leaned her face 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 clapper dove into Layla's lip her finger's breadth dove into her soggy gash.

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

Layla smiled and kissed her deeply as she pushed her flavourless onto her back. She climbed on top, straddling her. She slid her eager loins up, gliding over kitty-cat and venter and breasts and cervix and chin until her dowse bare puss was kissing Marisa's lips.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --