She walked in just as her mother was feeling the head of my cock slide into her asshole. Her timing could’ve been worse, I suppose. She missed all of the begging and whimpering that led up to this moment. She’d missed her mom tied to the wooden chair her legs spread wide, her large pink nipples misshapen by 15 rubber-tipped clothespins. But, I digress.
This was actually, the second time I’d fucked her mother, uh and her…though it would be the first night I’d fuck her and her mother together. Again, I apologize for my digression… Let’s be a bit clichéd and start at the beginning…I’d had a thing for Ashley since she was a young girl. I just knew she’d grow up to be a beautiful woman since her father was a good looking guy and her mother, Kim, a stunning Rubenesque beauty. I’d known Kim since she was 18 and sneaking into the bars with her new boyfriend Jim, to watch me play music. He’d been coming to hear me play for a couple of years and was a good 8 years older than she was.
Kim was something else—a raven-haired, hippie chick wearing nearly see-through peasant blouses and tight, denim bell-bottoms. Even at 18, Kim's breasts were a force of nature. I’d have to guess they were 42DD, but I had never been a breast man until I laid eyes on her so what do I know. She had a bubbly personality to match her bouncy body and all of the guys were not so secretly enamored of her youthful radiance and jealous of Jim’s good fortune.
Once Ashley was born, we saw less and less of them but whenever they’d come around the girls would stop the room with their laughter and good looks. Young Ashley was a dimpled little blond Pixie and such a little flirt; even back then, taking after her mother. As she grew up, she just got prettier and prettier, and in spite of a brief awkward tomboy stage as she reached puberty, she matured into a stunning blonde version of her mom. She never quite developed the mammoth breasts or wide-assed voluptuous, earth-mama thing that her mom has but was in possession of a mysterious, melancholy entwined with her giggly, mischievous side that accentuated her seriously beautiful smile and solid, athletic build. And a big plus: she always IDOLIZED me.
I’d often fantasized over the years about ravenously making love to one or the other of them. They both have long been very fond of me and I always tried to keep my enthusiasm at a sane level when in my head and my pants was throbbing a world of perverse scenarios starring the three of us. Now, that Ashley was 18, I was practically speechless every time I saw her, reciting the line-up of the 1961 Yankees to keep my lustful fantasies at bay.
Surprisingly, after years of being the model family, Jim got caught up in work and somehow bored with domestic life at home. He had to be away from the girls for long periods of time, traveling internationally for his business. When I’d see the three of them around town, Kim always got very sad when Jim would talk excitedly about his impending trips abroad. She'd mention how, now that Ashley was driving and out all of the time with her friends that the house seemed so empty when he was gone. Jim even suggested at one point that Kim and I go to a movie or something since I was freshly divorced and living close by. We did a couple of times but I felt so tempted that I went much less often than I was asked. Jim didn’t know the doors he was opening.
Kim and I had always flirted a bit and as much as she loved Jim back in the early days, she was just naturally flirty in a very innocent way. Hard to not lust after when she’d lean into you with her ample softness and giggle in your ear. I was never of the mind to be a home wrecker but my fantasies naturally ran wild and in her loneliness she seemed to adore the attention.
While Jim was on one of these trips, Kim called me. She asked if I had any gigs while he was out of town. She was bored and needed an excuse to pull herself out of her doldrums.
“Ashley is never around, always out with her girlfriends and I get so tired hanging out here all alone. I miss seeing you guys play.”
I told her I, in fact, had a gig on the other side of town that night. She was free but a little sketchy about going by herself to a place she’d never been before. I offered her a ride and picked her up early since I had to do the dreaded “stage set up.” She was ready for fun and started in on the whiskey sours as soon as we got there.
The gig was fun. Not crowded but enough people showed up so that Kim was out on the dance floor most of the night. I found it so hard to concentrate on playing as she danced for a bit with some hippie girls and later, a string of college boys taking turns swirling her around the parquet.
By the end of the night, she was fighting off a couple of suitors who were taking turns chatting her up and buying her drinks. As I was walking the gear out to the car, she grabbed my arm on the way to the bathroom and said, “Don’t go too far. You’re my excuse to get away from these two knuckleheads.”
Once everything was done, I did one last look-see at the stage to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything and then walked towards the bar to rescue her from the hounds.
“Here comes my date now,” she says, slipping clumsily off the stool. Waltzing up to me, she planted a deep wet kiss on my mouth, grabbing a handful of my cock and balls with her left hand. She tilted her head back and laughed her sexy, growling purr.
We walked back towards the guys, who are both sitting there with their eyes wide and their beers stalled half way to their chins.
“Great meeting you fellas, but I may have my hands full with this one,” and she grabs her Manhattan, swills down the remnants, laughs and pulls me by the hand towards the front door. By this time, I can’t even remember that Jim exists; I’m ashamed to say.
As I pull the door open for her, she spins back around and looks at the two startled boys. Suddenly, Kim strides back their way. They were stunned, I guess, but I was more interested in watching her ass sway as she walked back toward them. She leaned over and planted a lingering kiss on the short, skinny, curly, headed blond and then the knock-out, buff, Hawaiian-looking kid as well. She turns back towards me, at once grabbing their hands and pulling them off the barstools behind her.
“I've changed my mind. Maybe it’s time we teach you boys, a few things.”
They followed us back to her place in their separate cars, a caravan of raging hormones. En route, I wandered out loud, “What about Jim?”
“Fuck him. He’s probably shacking up with a 12-year old Thai girl in a hotel on the Champs d’Elysess,” she slurred, laughing. I asked her what she had in mind but she didn’t answer since her mouth was already full of my hard cock.
Once back at her place, we were soon doing tequila shots with Tsing-Tao chasers and all naked in her lush hot tub. The boys were both initially a bit taken aback by her balls out demeanor but not particularly shy when forced into action. We all took turns fondling her bobbing breasts in the water, while some other of us stuck a tongue into her ear or mouth but she had something else in mind. She pushed between us and ran across the grass into the house and upstairs. Me, oddly being the least intimidated, was the first to leap out of the swirling water and into her wet footprints.
“Don’t wait too long boys, she might change her mind.”
They were right behind me.
When we got up to the bedroom, she was nowhere to be found but I could hear her attempting to sing the tune she’d requested earlier at the gig, David Crosby’s “Triad”. From behind the bedroom door, her girlish giggling mixed with the out-of-pitch crooning.
We all kind of paced around a bit, cocks and cocktails in our hands when she strolled out as if it was not an out-of-the-norm event to find a naked, drunken boner patrol circling her king-sized bed.
Laughing, she scurried onto the gold silk sheets and in a flash, she was lying on her back, legs spread alternating licks off an orange popsicle and slugs from an iced bottle of Patron, she’d somehow found in the loo. “The roller coaster is officially open, boys. Gimme some DICK!”
She was plastered and having a wonderful time. The Hawaiian kid, Nat, dove onto the bed like he was paddling out into the big surf. Before we could stop laughing he was astride her pumping away. Pete and I walked to either side of the bed and took the Popsicle and Patron out of her grasp, replacing them with two hot treats of our own. Her eyes were glazed over in ecstasy as she pulled both of our cocks together sucking as much of us into her mouth as she could. To keep from falling, Pete’s arm went around my back and my hand to his shoulder.
We heard humming from Nat whose face was buried in her mammoth chest. The sensation of another man’s smooth cock rubbing against mine with her anxious lips wrapped around them was unbelievable. She had a firm hold of us, one in each hand and began to alternate us into her wide mouth, sucking one then the other all the way down her throat. I heard Pete getting more and more vocal and his legs began to quiver. She pulled him out of her mouth and pulling us roughly into one two-handed grip, holding both of our pulsing poles together in her fists, squeezing hard until he burst. A huge load of hot, white cum flew across her face, eyes, and splattered her beautiful black curls. Nat was pumping away hard by now up with her legs up over her shoulders. Pete fell backwards onto the floor as if out cold but his heavy breathing told us he was okay. Every few breaths, he muttered, "fuck...fuck..."
I slid down a bit to where her tits were soaked with Nat’s kisses and pushed my hardness between them. The incredible slick softness had me coming quickly with such a force that I not only soaked her chest and neck but shot a massive gob onto her lips and her head flew back onto the pillow in whiplash surprise. She and I both laughed hysterically.
From the floor, Pete gasped, “What did I miss?”
I kissed some cum off of her bottom lip. “Hahaha. I always thought you were probably a filthy fuck,” she howled, shaking her head tossing cum all over the room. Pete rolled out of the way of the flying spooge knocking over a chair, cursing through the laughs.
And Nat never missed a stroke. Quite the athlete, this guy. As I slid down farther lapping my sticky spunk off her mounds, I took quick, hard bites of her prodigious silver dollar nipples that got her back arching off the sweat drenched sheets.
This was too much for Nat. He pulled out of her, shooting streams of hot schmutz all over my ass and balls. Coming around the side of the bed, he plopped his wet, fat cock across Kim’s wide smile. Watching this got my magic wand stiff as a board again and I slipped down into her soaked, pink folds and ground my hips slowly into her hot box where he had just been.
A second wind hit him and Pete leapt to his feet, cock in hand and came up behind me and slapped my ass hard a dozen times, and just as I was feeling a sweet burn and my balls tightening up with the exhilaration, he bent over and laid his tongue up the crack of my ass, pushing it into my puckered hole and I shot this howling gal full of all I had.
I rolled over, off the bed and onto the beautiful Afghani rug where I laid with a comatose grin across my slimy face. Whew.
Needing some rejuvenating fresh air, I left the room with Pete balls deep in Kim’s ass and Nat underneath her, his Pepsi can-sized cock regaining its form between her tits as she swayed back and forth over him.
I stumbled outside and slipped back into the hot tub, ready to collapse. As I was staring up at the stars in post-coital afterglow, Pete came running out of the house, whisper-screaming something I couldn’t quite decipher through the persistent gurgle of the water. He was waving his arms at me to get out of the tub, in a hurry, his cock still sticking out, swaying like a Bobby Bonds home run swing.
I climbed out of the tub, the chill night air creating gooseflesh all up and down my body. “Calm down man, what is it?”
“Someone just pulled into the garage…fuck. I don’t wanna get shot, man,” he was manic. “Whadda we do? Whadda we do?”
I didn’t know about him, but I was looking around the yard; trying to remember where the gate was. At least, Jim didn’t know who they were. He knew where I LIVED! Then I remembered…there wasn’t a gate. The only way out was through the garage and the only way into the garage was through a door in the kitchen. Shit!
Just then Nat came running out, his magnificent cock scared itty-bitty. He had a pile of clothes in his arms, ran right by me and in a semi-Fosbury flop, high-jumped the fence and the next sound I heard was his car speeding away.
Pete and I looked at each other; our mouths open almost as wide as Kim’s had been when she had us both for simultaneous dessert. Polite hunk that he was, Pete reached out, shook my hand and said, “Great time, man,” and in a flash the last I saw of him was his white ass plopping clumsily over the same fence.
There was only one thing for me to do, there in the well-kept backyard, my clothes across the patio right by the back door where I’d left them hours ago…I slipped into the tub and drank what was left of someone’s beer.
I must have been drunker than I thought for in spite of my racing heart, I found myself becoming quickly more and more relaxed, the stars spinning a bit and just laid my head back and fell into a sound sleep.
My snoring woke me, which is funny since I never knew I snored before. I laughed and opened my eyes to see sitting there in the tub across from me, Ashley. Her blue eyes squinting with glee, her dimpled cheeks in a big, sexy, crooked smile.
“What a surprise to find you here.”
“I was about to say the same,” she giggled. “Mom must’ve been shit-faced. She’s in there spread-eagled snoring away…kind of like you just were.”
“Very funny.” I tried not to look guilty.
“Was it you that was fucking her?”
“Uh, well…”
She cracked up at my stuttering non-confession. “She’s wanted to fuck you for years.”
I was speechless and that rarely happens to old, long-winded me.
“So have I…” she giggled.
I thought I would never speak again. Luckily, she continued after gauging the ridiculous look on my face.
“Once when I was in the 7th grade, I told my mom that I wanted you to be my boyfriend and she said, ‘I know, Honey, you told me that when your were 6.’”
Is it any surprise that I still sat there with my mouth hanging open, my brain slowly frying and my cock hard as a stick shift in a teeager’s first car?
“You know I’d never tell my dad you fucked mom…I know he fucks around on these fucking trips of his, she’s lonely and I’m sure she knows he’s a dog, too. I’ve checked out his e-mails when he’s not around. His password is my birthday... predictable, huh?”
I managed a grunted, “I guess.”
She’s on a roll. A rambling, teen-aged monolog, not expecting much response from me, though she pauses for a glance occasionally to see my reaction or to look down through the water to make sure her words are still having the same effect on me. It’s then I notice she is fully clothed, shoes and all. Was I this spontaneous at 18? Doubt it.
“I’ve never been with a man before…a couple boys have poked around down there but they always spew before they get even close to me…I like boys but they are always such dickwads…Are you okay?”…
Before I even acknowledge that a question has been asked she rolls on, with a sly smile… "I’ve hooked up with more girls than boys, actually. Girls are cool. They like to kiss more.”
She pauses for what seems like forever, looks up into the trees behind the fence as if just now realizing they were there. She’s somewhere else.
“So will you make love to me?” and as my lips part, not knowing what will come out, I feel her slide over and put her lips to mine. I have never felt anything so soft in my 45 years. I can feel her smiling.
She rises, silently taking my hand and I follow her through the sliding glass doors. Her wet clothes soak the carpet beneath us.
We peek into her mother’s room as we pass the open door and Kim is now curled up on her side, the sheets pulled up to her chin. She is still smiling.
Just as Ashley pulls her bedroom door closed behind me, I hear her mom, softly humming that same Crosby song from down the hall.
