From What I have written, now I added another couple with 5 more teen daughters and sons
A couple hours later, So I was leisurely cleaning out the grill, setting out the lighter fluid and charcoal. We’d only just had breakfast, but I was getting hungry again, and all three nymph teenage girls started talking they could probably eat something too. We were using up tons of calories in our sexual activities and a nice cookout seemed to me to be the way to replace some.
Brandi came out on the patio, handed me a smartphone and walked back inside without saying a word.
“Hello?” I said into the mouthpiece.
“HI, Mike,” Laura said cheerfully into my ear. “I’d ask how you’re doing, big guy, but Brandi tells me you’re doing really, really fine.” She chuckled merrily.
“I…uh…well,” I answered, obviously using every bit of my intellect.
Laura’s laughter spilled out of the phone. She was laughing at me, but there wasn’t a hint of malevolence in her voice.
“Well…I guess I’d have to say a good time was had by all,” I remarked, hoping it wouldn’t sound too smarmy. I didn’t really know the etiquette was for talking to the mother of a teenage girl I’d fucked three times overnight and once since.
“That’s what she said too,” Laura replied. She laughed again. Her voice was warm and more than a little suggestive.
Abruptly, I felt warm too…warm and tingly. Laura had a great voice for making men feel that way. At ease for the first time since Brandi had handed me her cell, I laughed and relaxed.
“Listen,” Laura said without further introduction, “Carl and I want to come over and talk, if that’s alright. You up for some conversation?”
So much for relaxation. Abruptly I was uncertain and apprehensive again. Phone calls were one thing, a face to face meeting with Brandi’s father and mother was another.
“Mike?” Laura asked, breaking in to what was shaping up to be an uncomfortable silence. “Mike,” she said softly. “Are you under the impression that there might be something confrontational about sitting down and talking with us?”
That was exactly what I was wondering about. I hadn’t had to face the parents of a teenage girl I’d just fucked since my future wife and I had been discovered ‘in flagrante delicto’ on the couch in her parent’s house late one night. I’d gotten through that night, but I couldn’t remember just how at this precise moment.
“If you think that,” Laura continued before I could form any words, “nothing could be further from the truth, Mike,” she said softly.
I let that sink in for a couple of seconds…and decided to trust her…and her judgment.
“Okay,” I drawled. “Ahhhhh, I’m getting set to light some charcoal and put some steaks on the fire.” I paused. “How about you and Carl…and…well, if you think it’s okay…your other daughter and son too…come on over and we’ll have a nice barbecue. How’s that sound?”
“Sure!” Laura said brightly. “When?”
I laughed. The woman wasn’t hard to talk to…short and direct–no messing around.
“Don’t break any speed limits,” I suggested. “But we’re already getting hungry over here!”
“Be there in a few.” Laura told me, and broke the connection.
“Bye,” I said unnecessarily.
“Hey, ladies!” I called to the three naked young girls in the living room. “Company comin’!”
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I got a very few minutes to shower…the three beautiful delicious giggling girls had been in the master bedroom’s shower until I chased them out. The result was that I was still moist in some places but I had on a clean shirt and slacks instead of just cargo shorts. I hoped this was the right protocol.
All three teenage hotties put fresh nail polish on their fingernails and toenails earlier in the day, and now I saw they’d taken a moment to add some makeup. There was a hint of eye shadow, maybe a touch of rouge, and some mascara too. They didn’t need blush.
The three teenage girls looked absolutely delicious and scrumptious, in my humble opinion. Barefooted, they were in short shorts and tops that were cut off just below their juicy round breasts. All of them wore a gold ankle bracelet on their right ankle. The gold chain links contrasted nicely with their tanned skin.
There were ACRES of bare, slender, leg exposed under shorts that began well below their belly buttons and extended down their thighs only to their crotch level. I was certain that if they bent over…and certainly if they sat down…their cute butts would be peeking out from beneath the fabric.
On the other hand, they had some really cute juicy butts–and I’d seen played and fondled all three sets of butt-cheeks as recently as this morning. With time short, I said nothing more and I let my approval of their outfits show in my eyes. I was rewarded with their happy grins.
I was the man of the house…the king of the manor…so I met the Murray clan at the front door…which isn’t that easy a thing to do, considering how fiercely the butterflies were fluttering in my belly. Mandy and Lorrie ranged themselves to my right to greet everyone while Brandi hung back, seeing no reason to welcome her family into a weekend getaway she’d thought was hers alone.
I’d met all of Laura’s family at one time or another, except for her husband. So I already knew all of the girls looked like clones of their mother. All of them were blonde, leggy, and attractive.
Tiffany was the first through the door. The young one was dressed in a short tan skirt with a tight orange and tan, short-sleeved top and a pair of matching of low-heeled sandals.
She threw her arms around my neck, murmured something I didn’t catch, then kissed me on the lips. One quick flick of her tongue at mine and then she was gone, leaving me again surprised by a new teenage girl and not sure what to do next. It was getting to be a permanent condition.
I could see the shapes of her mother and father coming up the walk. Releasing her hold about my neck, Tiffany let me straighten up, only to reach out to pat my crotch with her soft hand as if it was the most natural thing a teenage horny girl could do to a male adult.
I was surprised, but I managed to grin at her. Tiffany slipped past me and marched up to her sister. She whispered something in Brandi’s ear and Brandi smiled, nodding at whatever Tiffany had said.
I decided not to inquire. I wasn’t entirely certain I was ready for the answer.
Laura grabbed me by the shoulder and swung me back around to face her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, stepped up on her tiptoes and planted a wet kiss on me that got my blood boiling in nothing flat. She ground her groin against mine, doing her best to massage my prick through two layers of clothing…my slacks and her skirt. I was sure the black, very tight miniskirt Laura had on couldn’t possibly hide a pair of panties and I knew I wasn’t wearing no panties or underwear.
She wore a pink, silky smooth, and quite diaphanous top that just missed being completely see-through. It was strapless, leaving her arms and shoulders bare in spite of the cool temperatures. At the top, the fabric was gathered and fastened to a plastic ring that went around her neck.
Well-shaped juicy breasts, capped by already hard nipples were caressed by the fabric rather than concealed. She unwound her arms from my neck and stepped away only just in time for me to throttle an instinctive urge to rip off her skirt and eat and rape her right there at the door.
Beside her mother, of teenage girl Sandi was waiting patiently for her mother to unwrap herself from me. She had on a pretty little white and pink top that said “2 Cute” emblazoned across the chest and on the pocket of her blue Capri pants. Her feet were encased in white ankle socks with frilly tops folded down onto her ankles and black MaryJanes. Not one to waste words, Sandi simply held up her arms and I bent over to give her a respectable little peck on the cheek.
I should have known better.
She wasn’t having any of that. She put locked her arms behind my neck and gave me a very determined wet tongue kiss. There was just the tiniest touch of her tongue beyond her lips, and it was quickly withdrawn. When she broke the kiss, I raised myself back up. This teenage girl looked up at me, smiled her satisfaction, and turned to trot over to join her sisters.
Dazed by the assault on my senses, I looked down again when a small hand tapped at my hip bone. Laura’s son, Tyler was trying to get my attention. Seeing me looking him in the face, he reached up, offering his hand for a man-to-man shake.
“Thank you for inviting us,” the teenage boy said carefully.
“You are entirely welcome, master Tyler, I said gravely. I remembered the young boy liked, and responded well to being treated in a more adult fashion than his years might otherwise warrant.
Releasing my hand, he marched up to Mandy and smiled up at her. He wanted a kiss from her though, not a handshake. Smart boy! He got it too, and Mandy’s expression said he was giving her a robust little French kiss.
Served her right. Now she knew how I felt the first time she surprised me with one.
“Hello, Scott,” I said, greeting Laura’s teenage brother. I’d met him, but before this moment, I didn’t know he was involved in…everything that Laura’s family and mine were. He shook my hand politely, but he only had eyes for my daughters and his nieces behind me. There were evidently two smart boys in Laura’s family.
“Mike, I know you’ve met him, but it was only the one time and it’s been a while,” Laura said warmly, bringing me back around to my final guest. “This is my husband, Carl,” she said simply.
“How are you, Mike?” said my daughter’s school’s vice principal–and Laura’s husband…and Brandi’s father. I darted a glance at Brandi and my daughters.
Somehow, you’d have thought the small fact that Brandi’s dad was the school’s vice principal would have come up in some conversation over all that time. I brought my eyes back to my front.
“I’m doing great,” I said. “A day of surprises…a weekend of surprises, I should say,” I finished lamely, half in apology, half explanation.
“Oh, really?” he asked, cocking his head to one side.
“You didn’t know Brandi’s dad was the vice principal?” Mandy interjected from beside me.
“Noooo,” I replied reprovingly. “And I think I’d remember if I’d ever been told,” I finished. I would have–no doubt about it. Mandy shrugged off the implied criticism.
“Well you know now!” she said succinctly.
“I guess I know how high a standing ‘I’ have,” Carl commented cheerfully. “My own daughter doesn’t even mention my incredibly important position in the community to people she meets.”
“Hey!” Brandi was clearly wondering whether she should be indignant or not, but I waved her into silence.
“Never mind,” I said conciliatorily. “I never asked either.” Having recovered the use of my voice and my body. I shoved my hand out at Mr. Carl Murray and shook hands firmly with the father of the teenage girl I’d already fucked several times last night.
“Welcome, Carl…Laura. Mi casa, su casa. Kick off your shoes and make yourself at home.”
Carl nodded at the invitation, clapped me on the shoulder as he passed and slipped off his shoes in the foyer, arranging them against the wall near his wife’s.
I closed the door and took a deep breath, sending a quick entreaty to the goddess of all fools and teenage girl fuckers. I sure needed her watching over me today.
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Dinner went relatively well. I kept myself busy with broiling the steaks and making sure everyone was served one at the precise degree of pinkness inside, as well as a baked potatoe, baked beans, and salad. Preoccupation made it easier to ignore the fact that none of the Murray females had an ounce of shyness in them.
I’m not sure there was a single moment when I was inside the house when one pair of hands or another wasn’t petting, touching, stroking, or caressing something on my body. I liked it, but I didn’t know how I should be reacting in front of their father and husband.
We talked about the Family Adventure Club all through the preparation for, during, and after the meal. And then we got deeper into the actual organizational structure. Carl and Laura didn’t hold anything back. The Murray children all put in their two cents worth whenever they had something they thought the grownups weren’t getting across very well.
Mandy and Lorrie were as taken aback as I was at first. None of us had guessed the club was cover for something deeper. My daughters adapted well though, quicker than I did in fact.
But I figured out how to relax halfway through my steak when Tiffany, finished already with her small portion, came to straddle my right leg, the better to feel me and rub her juicy thighs on my thigh.
Looking around shrewdly, Lorrie left her seat and sat on Carl’s lap for the remainder of dinner. I didn’t actually see Carl’s hands do anything improper, but Lorrie was soon squirming around on his lap with a thoroughly delighted smile on her face.
“Hey!” Lorrie exclaimed after a few minutes. “Does this mean Mandy and me’ll be getting better grades from now on?” she asked her vice-principal.
Carl nodded vigorously, saying, “Certainly not! Unless you work harder.”
Lorrie’s face sniffed derisively and pretended to hit Carl on his shoulder. “Meanie!” she complained.
I wondered if I should be jealous or maybe even pissed off, but I just couldn’t. Going back to the lessons I’d learned when my wife, Leslie, and I went into the swinging lifestyle, and whatever resentment there might have been at Lorrie’s enjoyment of Carl’s lap died a still death. And I set to work with a will exploring Tiffany’s soft thighs under her skirt. She was soon squirming around just as much as Lorrie was.
Laura pulled Tyler onto her lap when she saw I was adjusting to the situation and was openly fondling his cock through his open zipper while he attacked his food. The feller was hungry.
Mandy was fascinated and watched intently as Laura’s hand manipulated Tyler’s teenage soft but juicy looking cock. I saw her lick her lips a number of times and her hand wasn’t visible for much of the last two-thirds of the meal. It was tucked inside her shorts to play with her juicy pink cunt except for those times when she needed to cut her meat.❤️🥰
The musky aroma and odor of sex was soon wafting up from various crotches around the dinner table. I couldn’t help but wonder at what kind of sauce I could have collected for my steak from the pussies of the teenage horny females seated about the dining room. A heated tightening in my groin signaled a final surrender to the carnal atmosphere that was growing stronger and stronger in my home.
I know Tiffany was aware of my capitulation too. The teenage horny girl looked at me with a pleased, knowing grin on her face when my penis hardened. Where she’d been sitting astride my right thigh, now she turned away from me and straddled both legs. She made sure she centered her body right over my cock.
Once she settled in place, her thighs spread wide again for my questing fingers. I soon had hot Tiffany wriggling on my lap even more energetically than Lorrie was on Tiffany’s father’s lap.
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After the dishes were arranged in the dishwasher, we adjourned to the play room downstairs and the prurient feel to the late afternoon grew stronger. I opened up the wet bar and offered wine or beer all around. All five young girls wanted wine too, but the other did not. Scott and Tyler took a beer to share, but they weren’t serious about drinking it.
I set up the wine glasses and filled them. Tyler sat on a barstool watching every move I made behind the bar. The different colored liquors in their varied shapes fascinated him. He proudly delivered a glass to each of the teenage ladies, strutting happily back and forth. He got a nice kiss from each teenage horny girl, and a crotch grope from Mandy.
They all thought the view of the far mountains through the polarized glass windows was fantastic. I could see Carl and Laura were taking mental notes. It would be advantageous in their household too, to have windows they could see out of but which no one could see in.
Laura stretched out like a big sensuous cat on the new sectional sofa, loving the feel of the soft fabric. In seconds, she was stroking and fondling the cushions as if they were lovers. She eyed the huge coffee table…the one the girls and I called our ‘play table’…and propped her bare feet up on the single corner she could reach.
Besides the mammoth back yard and the patio with its built in barbeque grill and smoker, Carl was utterly entranced with the massive HD flat screen at the far end of the room. He remarked solemnly that he’d been in movie theaters that didn’t have screens that big.
When I told them we’d christened it and the new entertainment center by viewing some sexy porn video, Carl and Laura exchanged hooded glances I couldn’t interpret.
I was babbling on about anything that came to mind at that point, I guess. Trouble was, I didn’t know how to get over the hump. I was pretty sure what was going to happen next, but there weren’t any instruction manuals lying about.
The subject of the dance studio came up and I asked if Mandy, Lorrie, Brandi and Tiffany would give us a demonstration. After having sipped most of a glass of wine each, the girls didn’t hesitate a second.
Mandy ran upstairs to her room and came back moments later with a DVD she popped into the player. She also passed out some rubber bands and all five teenage girls lifted their hands behind their heads to put their hair up in ponytails. That done, the four dancers arranged themselves on the other side of the play table and waited for their cue. A highly charged techno beat filled the room and their girls went into motion.😜😜
I don’t know what I’d call their dance. There was a lot of hip shaking, groin thrusting and emphatic arm movements. They’d been working hard at it, that much was obvious and they’d learned well from the former stripper. The four of them got into a line and did some of the most fantastic bumping and grinding that I ever saw in my life. I didn’t know teenage girls’ bodies could bend and sway and writhe the way these girls’ did. I made a memo to put some kind of pole in the play room so they could use it to work off of.
When they squatted low, circled their hips around and then thrust their barely covered crotches at an unseen stationary cock on the floor, I had to readjust my slacks and so did Carl. Even Laura seemed to be captivated by the performance. They finished up with each pair of sisters “spooning” and doing another set of bumps and grinds for us.
“THAT looks like fun!” Laura exclaimed.
Brandi gave her mother a thumbs up signal but she was too involved in her routine for any more of an answer. I imagined horny teen boys pushing their cocks into the ass of their young girlfriends and decided I liked that part of the dance too. I readjusted my pants again. When the techno beat ended, all four girls dropped to the carpet, exhausted.
All the rest of us clapped and cheered, but little Sandi’s heart wasn’t in it. Looking around, she saw my eyes on her and she came up to me.
“I can do that,” she told me earnestly. “But they won’t let me go to the dance place,” she added. Her lower lip was pushed out just the tiniest little bit.
“You can?” I asked. She nodded solemnly. I led her over to the ‘play table’ and lifted her aboard.
“Show me,” I said. She stood there a moment without moving and then beckoned me closer, pulling my head down to her level.
“Can you play some music like they had?” she whispered in my ear.
“Sure, honey,” I replied. “Mandy, can you start that over please?”
Mandy was already on her way. The whisper had been louder than Sandi had thought.
A few seconds later, the hard techno beat began again. And the blood of everyone in the room began to quicken again right along with it.
Sandi stood for a long moment, her eyes unseeing in concentration. Then she found the beat and she began to prance around the table, pumping her young juicy hips in, out, and around.
Her hand gestures weren’t as fluid as the four older girls’ had been but she did a very credible job of a bump and grind and it was incredibly exhilarating to watch a young lady that young perform such lewd twisting and turning moves. If I’d been asked before, I’d have had to admit I didn’t know a teenage girl’s body could undulate so sinuously. I was amazed.
When she stopped, all out of breath, we all clapped and cheered at the top of our lungs, Carl managing a loud whistle. The dancing girl beamed at the approval.
Still clapping, I took a step closer to the ‘stage’ and held out my hands. Taking two short steps, Sandi jumped into my arms, winding her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. I walked backward to my seat on the sofa and sat down. Sandi wound up on her knees on the couch cushions next to me with my right arm around her.
She leaned the front of her body comfortably against mine. “Mister Mike?” asked Sandi.
“What honey?” I replied. “And it’s just ‘Mike’ if that’s okay with you.” She nodded. Her fingers were toying with the top button on my shirt. She was also talking to the button.
“Mike,” she said slowly. “Can I see your belly hair?”
“Brandi says it’s soft and furry,” she added.
I grinned. My daughters were fascinated with it too. I had some hair on my chest, in contrast to most metro-sexual males growing up these days, who had not a single hair anywhere, and I also had some between my sternum and my bellybutton, composed of soft, very fine hairs. Mandy and Lorrie loved to run their hands across it, much as if they were petting a dog.
“Sure,” I said to this delightful teenage girl. “Go for it!” She unbuttoned the top four buttons on my shirt and was soon patting my belly. Then she straightened back up and was soon leaning against my chest with my right arm around her again. With her on her knees and me sitting on my ass, our heads were nearly on a level, but again Sandi was talking to my shirt button.
“Mike,” she said a little plaintively.
“Huh?
“Do you like girls like me ?” she asked.
“Sure. Doesn’t everyone?” I replied. She looked me in the eyes for a brief moment and then figured out that I had evaded her question. Even though I avoided it , she read me like an open book. She poked a forefinger into my chest to punish me.
“I mean, don’t you like to do things with girls like me anymore,” she asked, trying to corner me, “like you did with Brandi?” That was pretty specific.
Didn’t leave me much room to maneuver. So I took a deep breath and answered her.
“I sure do,” I said. She took a breath deeper than the one I’d taken. Then she put both her hands on both sides of my face and turned my head so she could look directly at me. She leaned close and pressed her forehead against mine. Her eyes stared into mine from a distance of an inch or two.
“Then…,” she said. “Would you PUHHHH-LEEEEEZE take my pants and panties off and lick my pussy for me ’til I can’t stand it no more?”
At first, I could only stare into her beautifully clear, blue eyes.
“I like that really a lot!” she added in a confiding tone.
What could I do? I grinned at her and patted her on her juicy butt.
I looked past her shoulder at everyone else. I saw Lorrie hadn’t waited any longer for a sign from me that the party was starting. In fact, she was already on Carl’s lap with one of his hands under her t-shirt and the other rubbing gently at her crotch.
Mandy had fallen to the carpet in front of Tyler and was in the process of opening his zipper. She quickly reached inside his pants to fondle his hard white prick. She looked up at me with a thoroughly delighted expression on her face. Behind her, Scott was deftly slipping her shorts down and pushing her crop top up.
Brandi was on her knees beside her mother on the sofa and was casually playing with her mother’s right breast. I couldn’t see Tiffany.
I fondled Sandi’s young ass cheeks for the first time, “I would be most happy to lick your juicy wet pussy,” I assured her. “I like doing that,” I told her in a loud whisper.
I pulled her closer and kissed her lips. I waited for her lips to part and then stabbed my tongue forward to flick lightly at hers. Slipping my hand under her shirt, I swept my hand across her chest. She had small breasts, of course. But a little puffiness and circles of light colored flesh with a raised bump of a nipple bigger than a BB. As I ran my thumb across her left nipple, it hardened, and hardened still more as I repeated the move.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned.
I chuckled.
Sandi might be naive , but that nipple was as sensitive as any twenty-five-year-old woman’s. I felt her pants being pulled down and I looked over her shoulder to see her mother casually slipping them down.
The girl’s mother was helping me to ravish her daughter …and she was smiling as she did it. Laura blew a kiss at me. The smoldering look in her eyes promised she wasn’t going to be a passive helper for long.
I felt a tug at my waist and looked down to see that Tiffany’s disappearance earlier had been because she’d been hidden by Sandi’s body. Tiffany grinned up at me as while her hands worked at getting my pants unzipped.
I turned back to Sandi and lifted the bottom of her thin white and pink top up over her head and tossed it on the back of the sofa. Then I tickled her ribs. She collapsed, giggling. She wound up in her mother’s lap, naked except for the pants gathered about her ankles and the white ankle socks.
In falling, she’d interfered with her mom’s attempt to pull them off, so I grabbed her pants’ cuffs, yanked her legs straight up in the air, and pulled the pants up the same direction. They joined her T-shirt on the back of the sectional. She hadn’t been wearing panties. She’d arrived in my house ready for sex. Suddenly I knew I was in heaven…a pervert’s heaven, to be sure…but heaven nevertheless.
Laura didn’t have anything to do now–so she stood and began stripping her own clothes off. Reaching behind her neck, she unfastened the ring holding her top up.
She let it fall to show me a pair of beautiful, round, full breasts tipped with hard, blood-engorged nipples. Those wonderful orbs hadn’t yet begun to yield to gravity’s inevitable drag but stood high and proud on her chest.
I was sure nobody had sucked on those lovely, prominent breasts except perhaps in play. They were too perfectly formed and the nipples too obviously still sensitive to the twin stimulations of the fabric of her top and the sight of a grown man stroking her daughter’s pink bald pubes.
Untying the top in the back, she tossed it on top of Sandi’s clothing and worked her thumbs under the waistband of her pants. She worked them down her hips and thighs, using that special little wiggle women use to remove tight pants. She held my eyes, daring me to watch…or not to watch, I don’t know which. I watched her body as she revealed it to me.
Her skin was unblemished, even after children. Some women could do that, my late wife, for instance. When the waist was low enough, I saw Laura had a Venus mons as bare of hair as either of her daughters whose pussies I’d thus far had the opportunity to examine. I smiled. I DO love a bare crotch on my women.
“You like?” Laura asked mischievously.
“Oh, heck yeah,” I replied sincerely. “You look absolutely delicious,” I added.
Her slacks joined the growing pile of clothes on the back of the sofa and she stepped nearer. I reached out to cup her pussy with my left hand while the fingers on my right were exploring Sandi’s outer lips. To my surprise, Laura’s crotch was as smooth and soft as Sandi’s. There was no stubble at all…not even the beginnings of stubble.
I looked closer and couldn’t see any signs she’d ever had hair on her lower body. I wondered. My daughters and I had talked about hair removal but we’d not yet done much about it. I looked up at Laura’s face with my eyebrows raised in question.
“I’ve had it all removed,” she said, confirming my guess. I nodded.
“We,” I said, motioning with my chin in the general direction of my girls, “we’ve talked about laser but we didn’t know where to go and we kind a’ put it off–“
“I’ll help with that,” Laura assured me. She put a hand on my left shoulder to steady herself. “There are places to go where they won’t talk about what or who they’ve got for customers.”
My fingers slipped inside her labia; I found her clit and had already begun a massage of it, lubricated by her own flowing juices. Laura was hot, wet, and more than ready for action. It would be cruel of me to continue playing with her sensitive nub. Sandi was the first to ask for me to do her. She had priority.
Somebody pinched my thigh just below my left ass cheek. It was surprising rather than painful. I jumped…and looked down.
Kneeling on the floor next to the sofa, at her naked mother’s feet, Tiffany was still trying to get my pants off, but I was sitting on them. Without speaking, she motioned me to raise my hips so she could pull them down. I did, and this girl had them off seconds later in spite of the fact that my right knee was curled half under my body.
Somehow, Tiffany had gotten out of her clothes without me noticing. When she saw me looking at her, she thrust out her chest at me so I could get a clear look at her silver dollar-sized titties. The beautiful round globes stood about the height of a tennis ball size above her chest and were topped with tiny, ruby-red, nipples that were already standing proudly erect.
My mouth watered…I really wanted to suck them into my mouth and tease them with my tongue. I couldn’t see any more of Tiffany. She was sitting on the carpet close to the couch and the lower half of her body was hidden by the sofa cushion I was sitting on.
My right hand was suddenly trapped in soft girlish flesh. Sandi was sitting up, unbuttoning my shirt, pulling at my arm to straighten it out, and then yanking my shirt off. Seconds later, I was as naked as the three females around me and the pile of unneeded garments on the sofa back grew higher. I didn’t know where to look next and wasn’t sure what to DO next. A man can’t take care of that many girls all at once. Someone was going to have to wait.
Or not.
Abruptly, my right hand wasn’t caressing Sandi’s naked flesh; she’d pulled back. At the edge of my vision, I could see Laura’s hand on her daughter’s shoulder, urging her to move down the couch a short distance. Laura motioned me to lift my feet and lie full length on the deep cushions. I scooted my butt away from the couch arm, twisted my body, and lay down with Sandi on the sofa at my feet, Tiffany squatting at my shoulder, and Laura at my waist looking down at my dick.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she growled deep in her throat. She licked her lips and smiled at me, letting me see her excitement. Her right hand swept to stroke her groin just above her slit. I could see the sheen of a trickle of fluid leaking from her cunt and beginning to coat her thighs. The woman was so horny she was turning me on more than I already was.
And I was tremendously turned on. Two naked teenage girls and a young woman, the teenage girl’s mother, and me. My cock was as hard as a rock and the head was colored a strong purple with the blood that was surging into it.
“Oh, Mommy,” Sandi exclaimed incredulously, “look at it. It’s so NICE,” she said. She leaned over and kissed the shaft just below the frenulum. My penis jumped at the touch, setting off a set of giggles from the such a beautiful girl.
“He liked that, Mommy,” Sandi said delightedly.
I did indeed. Her little pink tongue had licked out like a serpent’s, touching delicately and then flicking away, back inside her lips. I was entranced. I wanted more. But I’d have to wait. I made a big discovery. I wasn’t really in charge in this four person group. The girls were.
“Sandi?” Laura said to get her daughter’s attention. Sandi looked at her questioningly. “I don’t think Mike has had a chance to taste your juicy puss yet,” Laura suggested.
Sandi looked around at me quickly, and I let my tongue slip out; I licked my lips in anticipation. The girl stood and, with a supporting hand from her mother, she walked up the cushions to my chest.
Her feet were on each side of my body, her legs wide and I had a beautiful view of her slightly spread outer labia. I could see droplets of moisture already forming in the slit dividing her mound. She squatted on my chest, her knees opening wider and I had an even better view of her pink delicious pussy.
“Tiffany?” I could see past Sandi’s right hip as Laura urged Tiffany up on the sofa beside me. Then Sandi bent forward and kissed me, wiping out my view of her younger sister and mother.
Suddenly the head of my cock was engulfed inside a scorching wetness. The suddenness, as well as the incredible pleasure, made me gasp. Hearing it, Sandi looked up at me, then around behind her where I couldn’t see.
“It’s Tiffany,” she said matter-of-factly. She looked behind her again. “And Mommy has her hands on your cum full balls,” she said firmly. I now had all the news. Sandi turned back to me.
“And they’re making me feel really, really good,” I assured her. “Now let me make you feel good,” I suggested. Sandi grinned happily.
I pulled her shoulders down so I could kiss her nipples. I’d been wanting to do that since I’d first seen them. I flicked my tongue at her right nipple, tapping the pink bud with the end of it and then letting the tip of my tongue slide around the whole aureole, wetting with my saliva. Then I transferred my attention to her left puffy and gave it the same attention. I was about to return to the right side of her tits when Sandi stopped me.
“Hey!” she said. There was a small irritation in her voice. “Mister Mike, my pussy is down here, ya know.” To help me out, she was pointing at the place where her pretty thighs met.
And so I relearned a valuable bit of knowledge I’d obtained from Brandi last night. At an orgy, foreplay is unnecessary and just gets in the way. I’d actually known that years ago when my wife and I swung, and I saw it applied here and now too. Even teen girls, it seemed, are already excited and wet, ready for action without much in the way of preliminaries. I chuckled at the teenage girl’s words, so shocking in a normal setting…so perfectly appropriate when the tyke is engaged in group sex. I chuckled. I couldn’t help it.
“Well…then scoot that cute pink pussy up here where I can get at it,” I said playfully. She did. And my nostrils were filled with the essence of teenage girlie musk…a sexually aroused teenage girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it. I tucked her feet up over my shoulders and slipped a hand under each small ass cheek to pull her small pussy against my mouth.😜😜😜😜
The tongue washing my cock had been receiving ended, though I could feel Laura’s bigger hand still holding tight to the shaft. Abruptly, there was heated flesh surrounding the tip of my cock. I could feel a yielding, a separation as my cock slipped into a torrid, incredibly smooth, wet sheath.
“Mommy, he feels SOOOO good,” said a husky horny voice. My cock slid deeper.
“I know,” Laura said unconcernedly. “A little bit at a time, honey…just keep pushing down, she advised, matter-of-factly. Supporting Sandi’s butt with just my right hand, I dropped my left down to my groin to explore. My fingers found a girl’s hips, her legs on either side of my hip bones as she squatted slowly, impaling her body on my cock.
Sweeping my hand up, I found a young breast, not very big, but infinitely soft and firm at the same time. I thumbed the tip of the mound, working the nipple into a swollen erection and did the same with her left breast. I could hear her breath hiss between her teeth as I worked on her sensitive nubbins.
Tiffany dropped another inch on my cock and suddenly my cock slid down a good distance into her pussy. She gasped, and held herself still. I could feel her body quivering as she waited for her cunt to adjust to the size of the fleshy club thrusting up inside her. I flexed my cock this made her jump.
It didn’t take long. The way was well greased; I learned later she’d been thinking most of the day about fucking the man her older sister had. In seconds, Tiffany was slipping further down my shaft, taking the head of my cock deeper into her cunt. After a bit, she was sliding up and down, slowly at first, then working up a nice up and down slow rhythm.
My cock was in a hot, slick tunnel, smooth on all sides and gripping me firmly. I was being squeezed, manipulated, and moved around in the teenage girl’s tight sleeve. I couldn’t see it, but I could sure feel the warm sensations that flowed from my cock through my groin.
During all this, my tongue had been on automatic, slathering up one side of Sandi’s outer lips and down the other. I concentrated, rescuing a small part of my consciousness and pulling it back so I could tongue fuck this beautiful teenage girl. I wanted to feel her body shudder as she hunched over my mouth. I wanted to taste her juices, swallowing them while she did a tortured dance on my tongue.
Parting her tender outer lips with gentle fingers, I slipped my tongue deeper inside her girlie pussy. At the first touch of my tongue on her pink inner labia, Sandi trembled, pulling her hips back. Then she pressed forward again, unable to keep away from the erotic kiss. I worked the tip of my tongue up and down the small opening, pushing my tongue inside a little bit at a time.
I began to concentrate on the top of her slit, working my tongue around her tiny prepuce and trying to charm her swollen clit out into the open where I could work on it directly. It was balky, wanting to stay hidden. My licks up and down her cunt opening were inhibiting the process of coaxing her clit from behind its fleshy hood. The more aroused Sandi became, the more her clit wanted to retreat from the overload of sensuous pleasure. But I was patient.
Between my tongue and some small assistance from a finger carefully inserted below it, I was able to touch the tip of my tongue to the sensitized, pea-head sized organ. When I did, Sandi bucked hard. I pulled her back to my mouth with the hand I’d left on her butt cheeks. I touched the clit, hiding again under the prepuce, tonguing aside the flesh until I found it again. I worked it hard, and probed her cunt with a single finger.
I wasn’t sure how tight her vagina opening was in this, the this time we’d had sex, so I pressed inside slowly. I found she could easily take my forefinger. I slid it up inside her as far as it would go. There was no hymen to stop me. This teenage girl had had something, or some things, this far up inside her before. After a short time, though, I had to remove it. Sandi was humping my mouth too fast and too furiously for me to slide my finger alongside my mouth into her delicious cunt.
My hand slipped away from under my chin to my chest and then down to Tiffany’s plump thighs; she was still riding my cock like a cowgirl on her steed. I touched the top of her slit, seeking a position for my hand where I could massage Tiffany’s clit from the outside, but there just wasn’t enough room. I rested my hand on her knee but it didn’t remain immobile and useless for very long.
It was captured in someone else’s hands, Laura’s, and positioned quickly between her thighs. I tried to explore, wondering what her outer labia felt like, slickened as they were by large amounts of cunt juice. But she would have none of it. My fingers were placed so that my forefinger was inside her outer labia and my thumb over the clitoral hood. My fingers were already slick with her fluids so there was no delay.
And I was reminded again that I wasn’t in charge here. I was an instrument for their pleasure and whatever part of my body that was involved was redirected instantly if it wandered from its task.
I began manipulating the flesh around Laura’s clit, assuming that to be what she wanted. A gasp, dimly heard through Sandi’s thighs around my ears, told me I was right. Laura rubbed herself against my hand, pushing my finger deep inside. On the outstroke, I joined my forefinger and middle finger and let them both slide inside. I crooked them, searching for that little bean-shaped region on the front wall of her pussy they call the G-spot.
I think I found it but I had no attention to spare, I could only hope I was giving Laura some pleasure. A second later, I was sure I found it. Laura jerked a couple of times…but she took care not to lose contact between my fingers and her sensitive cunt wall.🍾🍾🍾
“Mommmmmy?” came the breathless cry from teenage Sandi. This girl was humping my tongue, losing the rhythm every once in a while, but picking it back up almost immediately.
“Mommmmmy?” she called louder. “MOMMY? MOM–MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she wailed.
With the tip of my tongue, I could feel her delicious pussy opening begin to spasm. She jerked and twisted, mashing her juicy pussy against my tongue and mouth. She shuddered, thrust hard against my head and froze into immobility. Her hips twitched faintly over and over again, I could feel a trembling throughout her lower body that faded slowly. Then she was still, slumping forward over my face. I had to move her…she was smothering me. With my hand guiding her, Sandi fell dazedly to the side, wedging herself between me and the back cushion of the sofa. I took in a deep breath.
Tiffany was bouncing up and down on my cock like a wild thing. Her pussy lips had stretched…her vagina had opened up to easily take my cock inside. My cock seemed to pull her pussy lips together, sucking them down inside the girlie pussy.
When she bucked her hips up, her labia spread obscenely as my prick slid out, bringing with it copious amounts of her girlie cunt juices. The vacuum in her pussy when my cock was pulling out of her made lewd sucking sounds. Her head was down, her hair falling now into my face as she watched and heard her cunt taking a man’s cock.
Tiffany speeded up her rhythm. She, like Sandi, had been too aroused for foreplay and now she was too worked up to make the fuck last too long.
“Unnnnnnngh…,” she whimpered.
“UNNNGH-UNNNGH-UNNNGH-UNNNGH-UNNNGH-UNNNGHUNNNGHUNNNGH!!”
“UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!”
She repositioned herself, dropping her chest so her upper body was parallel to mine on the couch. The teenage girl began to whip her hips up and drive them down over my cock even faster. In moments, her gasping came louder, her flushed face tilted up as she gazed unseeing at the ceiling.
I slipped my left hand between our bodies and cupped her hard-pointed right titty. The nipple punched into the middle of my palm and I rubbed my hand around her chest, seeking to give her just that tiny extra bit of erotic pleasure that would send her over the top. It may have been just what she needed, or she got to that place all by herself.
“OOOOOHHHHHHNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” she yelled.
“AANNGH-AANNGH-AANNGH-AANNGH-AANNGH-AANNGH-AANNGH-AANNGH!” she panted, the short, sharp exclamations coming hard and fast.
I felt her cunt squeeze down on my cock; the incredible tightness became even tighter as the teenage girl stopped shoving her cunt down on my prick. She shuddered hard, her lower body humping my cock in tiny fractions of an inch. She raised her body and slammed down on me a final time, screeching at the top of her lungs.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”
And then she was still. She collapsed over me. The Murray girls, it seemed, were quite vocal during their orgasms and not a bit shy about giving vent to loud yells to accompany, or reinforce their cumming.
Tiffany was still. She was so light I had no trouble breathing, even with her laying half on my chest, and I soooooo badly needed to breathe. I was gasping for air at least as hard as she was even if I hadn’t even begun my own climax. It was like a race we’d both run, though only one had crossed the finish line…so far.
Gently, I lifted this girl off me and slid my body out to the edge of the couch, and rolled her off me and onto the cushions behind us.
I stood, looking around the room for the first time since I’d signaled the beginning of the orgy by answering Sandi’s request for me to lick her pussy.
I saw Lorrie, on the opposite side of the sectional facing me on Carl’s lap. She was naked, her tea-cup sized boobies jiggling tightly as Carl’s cock punched up inside her pussy. Lorrie was watching me intently…and apparently had been for some time while I fucked and ate two of Laura’s two daughters. Apparently she wanted to see how I was taking this, and I suspect she had some lingering hesitancy about whether she really wanted me to be taking other girls.
I waited for some jealousy to streak through me too. This was the first time we’d had sex with another family. This was my daughter, her legs spread obscenely as she sat on a strange man’s lap and let him ram his cock in and out of her.
I could see their union as Carl lifted her by her hips and then mashed her down again. Their vulgar, carnal act occurring right in front of me should have aroused a loathing…an anger inside me. This man was violating my teenage daughter.
But that feeling would not come. Lorrie was clearly cooperating completely in her own defilement. Reading her expression, she was loving every second of what was happening to her. So I accepted it.
Lorrie was happy being fucked and it wasn’t going to matter that it wasn’t her father who serviced her this time. I grinned at my daughter. She was enjoying herself, as her mother had when we engaged in swapping parties. Lorrie’s mother and I had been part of the swinging scene for several years, knowing the sex was a recreation, not a loss of love.
Lorrie grinned back and cupped her breasts, pointing her beautifully rounded boobies at me. I chuckled. Taking my cock in my hands, I waved it at her and she laughed silently. Her eyes glazed again; she was getting too near her orgasm to pay me attention any longer.
Where was Mandy? She was sitting on the carpet, her back against the front of the sofa and Tyler was thrusting his dick in and out of her mouth. Brandi was under her brother, laying belly-down in front of Mandy with her face buried in Mandy’s crotch, energetically licking at her best friend’s pussy. Scott was behind Brandi, putting a cushion under his niece so he could fuck her. The young man was grinning maniacally all around.
Mandy saw me watching and grinned around Tyler’s fingerling prick.
I was still holding the shaft of my cock in my hand. I pointed it in her direction and waggled it at her too while making my eyebrows jump wildly up and down. She laughed out loud, loosing the suction with Tyler’s small penis and dribbling saliva lewdly down her chin.
Brandi pulled back for an instant and turned to find whatever it was that had amused Mandy. Seeing me, Brandi smiled happily and bent to her task again. She wiggled her ass, which did wonders for Scott.
I’d lost touch with Laura, but now she reappeared directly in front of me, her hands on her naked hips. Her eyes were pools of molten lust as she stared me up and down. I must have been a sight. Her two daughters had left pools of their juices from my cheeks to my upper thighs. I could see a wet coat of the slick stickiness covering the front of my body shining in the late afternoon sunlight coming in the patio doors. It didn’t seem to bother her at all.
“Hey, Mike,” she purred, “got anything left for me?” She pressed up against me and rubbed around a little, mixing the juices from her two daughters over both our bodies.
I didn’t answer, not verbally anyway. Taking her shoulders in my hands, I whirled her around and pressed her down to the floor beside Mandy so she could use the sofa for support.
Divining my purpose immediately, Laura fell to her knees, scooched backward away from the couch and bent forward to rest her head on the carpet. She pushed her butt up at me, wiggling enthusiastically while she waited for me to get between her legs.
“Fuck me, big guy,” she crooned, enflaming me even more. “Fuck my cunt…now!”
Scooting closer on my knees, I held the shaft of my cock in my hands and rubbed the head up and down her slit for a bit. She gasped at the contact and rammed her ass back at me impatiently. Finding the right angle, I pushed forward an inch or so, finding the entrance to her pussy…and then I rammed my cock into her in one strong, hard shove.
She bucked back at me, and I plunged to the very bottom of her cunt. Laura began to gyrate her hips around in tiny movements. My cock was in a tight, slippery tube that clasped at me, clutched me, squeezed me tightly even as it allowed me to slide in and out.
I was surprised at how tight Laura’s cunt was. I would have assumed that, after so many kids, it would be a little loose. Then I felt her vagina hold me in a tight grip. It was a deliberate, conscious thing she was doing. The thought flashed through my mind that this young woman was a consummate master at fucking.
Laura and I weren’t going to last long. I was slamming into her like a jackhammer and she was thrusting back at me just as hard. Laura grunted each time the head of my dick bumped her cervix but when I tried to limit the depth to which my cock plunged, she stretched a hand back to grab my ass and pull me deeper. The woman had attractively painted nails, and they were no longer than the average woman’s. But I’m not into pain and when she dug those fingernails into my butt, I plowed a deeper furrow, whether I bottomed out too roughly or not.
We were going at it hot and heavy. There was no love in it, no art…just animals hammering away at each other’s genitals in an ecstasy of primal lust. Every time I drilled into her cunt, she rammed her ass back into me. I could feel my balls swinging wildly below our bodies.
Laura’s grunting absorbed my whole attention and now I was grunting in time with her rhythm. Then there was a change–a faltering in the beat. Laura didn’t shove back at me when I stabbed forward into her. She picked the rhythm back up but she couldn’t keep it, getting more and more ragged with every stroke. Abruptly, her ass quit moving, she cocked her head to one side with a look of vast concentration.
“OHHHHHHHHHH GAWD!” she groaned. Her cunt squeezed my cock hard, seeming to milk me with a frantic need only my cum could cure.
And the sap began to rise inside me. The waves of muscle contractions in Laura’s vagina were making me cum too.
Brief seconds after Laura went into her climax, I was groaning as sperm mixed with other liquids deep in my groin. I could feel the combined mixture making its way up to my penis. Though I tried to hold it back, the flood would not be denied and suddenly milky white cum was spurting into Laura’s cunt. She felt it.
“Oh shit!” she wailed.
“SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT- SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
“ONNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!” she groaned.
She was siphoning the cum out of me. I could feel the pumping all the way back to my balls.
Laura bucked hard back into me. I felt the wet stickiness of her cunt fluid flowing past my cock and down my thighs as she came harder.
It set me off again and I spurted another round of baby-making juice into her. A third splashed deep inside. We were so tightly clamped together, the wiggling little spermatozoa had to be swimming directly through her cervix into her womb. The thought ignited a final spray of cum inside her and I was finished.
Gasping for breath, I stretched out a hand to brace myself on the seat cushions so I wouldn’t collapse on top of her. A nice thought, but Laura was collapsing herself and she pulled me down with her. I tried to pull out of her but my cock was held captive by trained muscles in her vagina. I was caught inside her as firmly as any dog inside a bitch he had just fucked.
I was too heavy though. In seconds, Laura’s body released my prick so I could roll off her and let her breathe again. I fell off to the side and came to rest sitting on my butt, my head on my chest and panting as hard as if I’d just run a double marathon.
Laura wasn’t doing much better, but she recovered quicker than I did. She got up and turned around to face me with her hands on her hips. My eyes automatically went to her reddened pussy lips. There was a film of cunt juice and creamy male cum dribbling from her cunt and down her thighs. She spread her legs shamelessly so I could see the licentious sight even better.
“ANIMAL!” she said accusingly. I looked into her eyes. She was only playing. The woman had been well and truly fucked just as she’d wanted, and her appreciation was shining through.
“HUSSY!” I retorted. Laura grinned and thrust her hips out at me.
“Hah! That’s telling the wench, Mike!”
I turned to see Carl smiling expansively in the corner of the room. His dick had slipped from my daughter’s teenage pussy and was dangling between his legs while he absent-mindedly fondled Lorrie’s right breast. Lorrie was leaning back against his chest languidly, happily. I didn’t have to ask if she’d gotten off.
“Honey,” Carl said to Laura, “Mike’s got your number, doesn’t he?” he remarked casually.
“How’d he figure you out so quick, huh?” He grinned broadly. “Was it something you said, you reckon?”
Laura stuck out her tongue at him and Carl grinned wider. While the married couple played word games, I wearily got to my feet to look around.
Mandy was leaning back against the sofa with young Tyler’s groin pasted to her face. He was panting heavily, apparently having just climaxed inside my oldest daughter’s mouth. He sure had all the signs written clearly on his features.
Briefly I wondered if a teen boy actually could develop any creamy semen but I gave up almost before the thought had formed. Hell, even if he couldn’t, he’d clearly enjoyed himself immensely–and so had Mandy. The flush on her face said she’d had at least a little orgasm.
Tiffany and Sandi were off to my right, still tangled together where I’d put them while struggling to my feet earlier. I’d been a bull in a pasture full of cows in heat at the same time. I hadn’t been careful but apparently the two girls had tumbled together and then down to the carpeting without any painful bumps. They grinned at me.
Tiffany spread her legs for me, rubbing at her slit mischievously. She’d had time to recover and she was more than ready for me to do it all over again. I grinned a promise to do exactly that, but not right now.
Well maybe not…. I touched the hard-on I’d mistakenly thought was softening, slipped to my knees beside the wanton little girl and lifted her bodily. I twisted my body and let myself fall to the carpet with her on top of me…and we began again.
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