“I love a man who doesn’t mind putting on a show. I feel like I’m burning up inside and he has exactly what is needed to put out my fire. That big hose needs to be put to good use.” The sound of my voice startled him and made him open his eyes. He looked down at his hands and the blush on his cheeks confirmed that he really had no control.
“I’m going to fuck the both of you. I have no personal preference which one goes first. I’m going to leave that up to you to decide amongst yourselves.” We both raised our hands at the same time.
“We both have a legitimate claim and the only fair way to decide is rock, paper, and scissors.” This was my idea and she seemed amenable.
It was a juvenile game, but this one had far reaching implications. I was either going to take his cherry or be left with sloppy seconds.
I had to get in her head and determine which one she was going to use to knock her out of contention. I prepared myself mentally. She was shaking her fingers and her whole body to get into the right frame of mind.
“I hope that you are ready to go down.” I stifled a snicker remembering being on my knees and servicing the young man’s needs. “I didn’t mean that. Get your head out of the gutter.” Secretly, I could tell that John was enjoying the way that we were fighting for the right to be with him for his first time. He probably would’ve loved it, even more, had we oiled each other up and wrestled for it.
“You don’t have to fight over me and there’s more than enough to go around.” We squared off with our hands ready to choose the weapon. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion and my scissors conquered her paper.
I saw the disappointment in her eyes and as she was just going to have to get over it. I suddenly felt weightless and I was over his shoulders. The view from where I was hanging was something that made the juices inside me boil. I thought steam was literally going to come out of my ears.
Chapter Six
He deposited me on the black marble island in the kitchen. Taking a hold of my feet, he sucked each toe with his cock head getting a profound kiss from my lips. I was lying there in a compromising position when Jessica decided to lend a hand. She was right there to feed me his elongated condition.
“I’m not going to let my jealousy ruin a good thing.” She drooled her hot spit down over the length of him before putting him into position. He looked like he was going to faint and then his shaft was being introduced to the womanly caress of my sex.
“It comes so naturally like breathing.” This was our way of starting over and the injection of beef between his legs was a daunting proposition. “I’m only halfway in and it’s taking everything in me not to just fuck you senseless.” The lips held him tightly and the vacuum of my desire pulled him in along the silky walls of my hot hole.
“Don’t ever say that I didn’t do anything for you.” She had ulterior motives.
I had my hands on his body and I was not going to give up the fight until we were both exhausted beyond words.
Jessica was right beside me sitting on the island with her feet firmly planted and her knees spread quite provocatively.
“Remember that I’m here and I don’t see any reason why you can’t share the wealth.” I had my hand on his chest preventing him from continuing his pursuit of pleasure. We were both looking at each other and then he pulled out all the way with an audible pop.
I nodded my head in consent and he moved to where her spread legs were waiting for him. This time there was nothing gentle about his approach. He let himself go and buried it in one continuous thrust of his hips.
“Fuck me… I wasn’t ready for that.” He was like the energizer bunny and he gave her at least a dozen strokes before relinquishing his claim.
I knew the empty feeling, but that was soon replaced by being stuffed full like a Turkey. He had my hands entwined in his own with my legs dangling over his shoulders. He was firing on all cylinders and it was a good thing that I had gotten one out of the chamber earlier by going down on him.
“I know that you can feel that, John. The way that my muscles twist around you is nothing compared to when I am going to cum with a fiery intensity. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll find out shortly what I mean.” His shaft was rubbing up against my clit which had become quite enlarged during this encounter.
“This is nothing like what I have read and seen on the Internet. The real thing is far superior to my hand.” He was bottoming out each time and then he pulled out slowly to make me feel every inch until only the head remained inside the oven of my lust.
“I feel that it’s time that we both live with no regrets. I want to live by the seat of my pants never quite knowing what’s going to happen from one day to the next. John will come with us on this ride and we will reward him handsomely for his efforts.” I did believe in a higher power and when one door closed a window opened. John was our window of opportunity and we had each other to fuel us into action.
“Jessica, I can’t even think straight and all the blood in my head has made its way down to below my waist.” I was having trouble keeping my thoughts together and his pace had quickened. He must have remembered that I wasn’t the only one in the room. It showed amazing fortitude for him to pull free of my iron grip.
“Oh, my god…fuck me… do it until I can’t walk the same way.” She was pushing herself up against him and I purposely got down on my feet almost collapsing underneath my own weight. I bent over in front of him and gave him a target to spear with his love lance.
“This is my favorite position and there’s only one way to find out if it’s yours.” I was so close and it wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge. I was hanging by a thread and he was looking at me while at the same time plugging her solid.
“Don’t you fucking even think about it.” It was too late and he was already moving in behind me. He made a growl of an animal and then my feet literally came off the floor. I felt his hand on the small of my back holding me in place.
“I still can’t get over the way that you fill me up.” It felt wrong to corrupt his young mind, but I was too far gone to give a damn.
“I know that you’re doing that on purpose.” I was using those muscles to give him a unique massage. I was squeezing the daylights out of him rhythmically to excite every inch of his member.
What I was doing was having a profound side effect which made my body short circuit in pleasure. The electrical charges striking in pulses along my limbs were making him feel the same thing.
“I can’t stop it and I don’t want to.” Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that my best friend and I would be seducing the youth of America.
His seed was about to erupt and I grabbed hold of him at the moment it was going to happen. Jessica was not about to be left out and we both milked him dry. The ferocity coming from his loins fired point blank at my clit covering it in his creamy goodness.
Jessica took matters into her own hands or in this case in her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and went after what he had deposited. The heat of his discharge in combination with her tongue flickering along my flesh was enough to send me spiraling into a second and more explosive moment of truth.
He had fallen to his knees like he was giving praise to Jesus. No words were spoken. He left soon after leaving us to laugh like idiots.
We still couldn’t believe it really happened. I was tempted to pinch myself, but the evidence of our union was the puffy pink lips of a well-fucked hole.
We convinced him to move in with us into the very house that I had shared with my husband. We had a custom made bed made for the three of us. We even found time to express our feelings in the office, but that’s another story to be told at another time.
Story 6
Chapter One: Invitations
“Hey Dansberry!” Matt Thompson yelled down the hall of his dormitory. Three doors down his best friend stuck his head out of his room.
“What?”
“Why don’t you c
ome to my house for Thanksgiving? You never leave. At least you can get a couple of hot meals and wash your laundry. Not to mention there are some fine looking girls in my neighborhood.”
“There are fine looking girls right here bro,” Chase said.
“Yes, but the girls here know how guys like us are. The ones at home give us a chance.”
“Alright,” Chase said. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. “Meet me after my last exam and I’ll be ready to head out.”
“Awesome. I’ll call and let my mom know that I’m bringing you home.”
“Sweet.”
Chase figured that was all settled and he was actually looking forward to it. He couldn’t deny that Matt had a point. He never left the school except for Christmas. Going to a Thanksgiving celebration might be nice. After three years of skipping it, it’d be nice to actually have a home to enjoy during the upcoming holiday.
Checking his watch, Chase grabbed his pencils and notebook. It took him about fifteen minutes to walk to his last exam. Taking a deep breath, Chase stepped into the exam hall and found the table where he would sign in. Given that there were more than five hundred students in his particular history class, they were divided by last name. His table was two down from the door and the line to sign in was considerable. Hopefully they’d all make it through the door before their professor shut it. He couldn’t afford to stick around and retake the exam and missing Thanksgiving with Matt would suck royally.
Finally Chase was able to sign in and made it to a seat in the auditorium before he heard the large doors shut. He sure hoped everyone made it. Having to stay here just to retake the test would have sucked. An hour later Chase walked out through the exit, feeling pretty confident. History wasn’t his favorite class, but considering he just had to memorize the facts, he figured he’d done alright. Now it was time to go pack his stuff for the week at Matt’s parent’s house. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He hadn’t had actual Thanksgiving dinner in years and just the thought of hot turkey and real mashed potatoes and gravy made his mouth water.
“You ready to go?” Chase heard Matt ask as he came into the lobby of their dormitory.
“Hell yes,” Chase smiled. “God I can’t wait until we walk man. I’m so read to be done with all this.”
“I don’t know, it’s nice to have this freedom.”
“Freedom?” Chase laughed. “Not when attendance is required. Half of my classes I could pass without ever seeing a professor. Do you know what I could do with the time I spend in class?”
“Why don’t you just sign in and then leave?”
“I do, when I can. Some of my profs are like Medusa though, dude. The last time I got called out in class for trying to leave I decided it’s easier to just sit through the bullshit than trying to get out of it.”
“That sucks. I’ve got a Humanities professor who lets us sign in and tells us to leave if we want to. I love that class. Plus, it’s super easy to pass as long as you can read.”
Chase said a few more words about the attendance policy of their college and some of the anal retentive professors they’d run into before he turned his attention to other things. “So tell me about your parents and where you grew up bro.”
“My parents are divorced, have been since I was ten. It took about a year, but they eventually learned to work together and do a great job of it now. They’ll both be at my graduation. My dad remarried when I was fifteen and my step-mom is awesome. She’s not my mom of course, but that’s also why she’s so great. I can bullshit with her in ways I can’t with my mom and vice versa.”
“That’s cool,” Chase agreed, shaking his head.
“My mom’s a doctor so growing up, especially after their divorce I got to spend a lot of time with my dad. They worked out a regular visitation schedule as well, but if my mom was on call or had to go into work for some reason, my dad was always there to take care of me.”
“That’s great, man. Not a lot of people have parents who care to do that for them and actually execute it well.”
“Yeah I know.”
***
Ellie stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. After wrapping up her hair she walked into her room to look through her closet. After putting on her bra and panties, she dallied around about whether she wanted to wear something light and airy or something warm and cozy. Right now she felt good and comfortable. That didn’t mean though that in an hour or two she wouldn’t be freezing. In fact she could just as easily be sweating and overheated.
Deciding to go with a pair of jeans and a cute shirt, Ellie grabbed a sweatshirt from the rack as well, just in case. She dressed quickly, brushed her hair and blow-dried it in the style she liked and then headed downstairs to greet her son.
Needing to keep busy, Ellie brewed coffee and made something to eat so Matt would have food when he came home. Knowing her son, she’d need to feed him like a plow horse while he was here. The boy could pack away the food and much to her chagrin he never gained a pound. She wasn’t jealous, but it was a hard won battle.
About an hour after she got done making biscuits, Ellie heard her son’s car pull up. She couldn’t wait to hug her boy. Despite constantly telling herself that he was now a senior in college, she couldn’t help seeing the tiny toddler he’d once been. Hurrying around to the driver’s side of the new two-door coupe, Ellie wrapped her son in a hug and giggled out her happiness.
“I’m so glad you’re finally home!”
“Hey, mom,” Matt said, stepping back. “Mom, this is my best friend Chase Dansberry. Chase, this is my mom, Ellie Thompson.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Thompson,” Chase said. Ellie laughed and then walked around to Chase’s side of the car. She held out her hand and smiled.
“The pleasure’s all mine. Come inside out of the wind.”
“I’d thought it’d be colder by now,” Matt said as he and Chase brought their bags in.
“Indian summer,” Ellie explained as she offered them coffee and food. “There’s plenty to eat so help yourselves. I’ll go throw some laundry in for you guys.” Ellie smiled at them before she took Matt’s bag and headed downstairs.
Now that she had time and a chance to think, Ellie knew she was in trouble. Matt had never brought anyone home with him for break. Now, not only did he bring home a guy friend, he brought home a hot, guy friend. Chase Dansberry wasn’t just good-looking, he was insanely good-looking. With his soft, blond hair, striking blue eyes, dimples and good manners, Ellie just hoped she wouldn’t get a hot flash and suddenly have the urge to strip down to her panties in front of the poor kid. Not that she could do much about the dampness between her thighs.
She might be in the middle of menopause, but sex was one thing that hadn’t been affected by the hormonal change in her body. If anything she wanted it more now than she had during her marriage. She always told herself that it was the man she was married to more than her own lack of interest that doomed their sex life, but she hadn’t been sure in the early days after their divorce. Several years later she’d discovered that she’d been right. She wasn’t a slut, but she wasn’t a prude either.
Ellie threw Matt’s laundry in first, starting a massive dark load that would take time to wash, dry and fold. She knew he could do it and did, while he was in school. She simply couldn’t resist pampering him a little when he came home, which he did every break. Heading back upstairs, Ellie decided that pizza and beer was the order to take for dinner.
“Hey, what do you guys think about pizza and beer? I’m starved personally.”
“Sounds good to me mom. I’m going to go take a shower. When I get done Chase and I can go pick it up.”
“Don’t worry about it. I can run out and pick it up. If I need company I’m sure Chase won’t mind riding along.”
“Alright. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Sounds good. I’m out.”
Chapter Two: Opportunities
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nbsp; Chase knew a beautiful woman when he saw one and Ellie Thompson was smokin’ hot. He didn’t know a man alive who didn’t at least fantasize about being with an older woman, himself included. Not to mention that his best friend’s mom seemed a little on the flirty side herself. Chase grinned, wondering what Matt would think if he knew what was going through his head. He could already imagine how his jaw would feel if Matt’s fist managed to connect with it and the odds were highly in Matt’s favor.
Still, Chase couldn’t resist a little flirting with the all too tempting Mrs. Ellie Thompson. “Would you mind if I called you Ellie, Ms. Thompson?”
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