by Jack Allen
“But who will rescue me now?” she said.
Scott tried to think for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe the real knight turned out to be gay.”
Colleen laughed even harder. “I don’t think you’re a monster, Scott,” she said. “You’re very handsome and your penis is beautiful. I don’t think it makes you a freak.”
“Neither do I,” he said. They giggled at each other. He leaned forward to kiss her. She tilted her head the opposite way and parted her lips for him. He could see the tip of her tongue between those luscious, puffy red lips. His lips touched hers lightly, tentatively. Her tongue poked a little bit further out of her mouth, searching for his. They touched and she sighed.
Scott ran the tip of his tongue lightly over the delicate surface of her lips. His hips rose and fell with a relaxed, deliberate motion. Her arms were virtually pinned to the bed by her blouse but she was able to reach up and touch his sides with the tips of her fingers. Her legs hung limply in the air high over the bed, held up by his strong arms. The ends of their tongues met in the warm air between their open mouths, where they danced with each other like a moonlight waltz on a warm summer day. Their lips smacked softly.
“Deeper, Scott,” Colleen breathed as his mouth hovered over hers.
What? Scott thought. It took him a second to realize she was referring to his cock. She was apparently anxious for more of it. He lowered his weight and sunk a few more inches into her until she whimpered. She was biting her lips again. Her head turned to the side, leaving the nape of her neck exposed. Scott attacked her there like a vampire draining her of blood, except that his kiss was far less brutal than a vampire’s bite.
He forced her legs to spread wider as he let all of his weight settle on top of her. He could feel his heavy balls pressed against her soft ass cheeks. Her back arched off the bed.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned.
Scott moved up to lick her ear and at the same time pulled his cock back and plunged it into her aggressively. She whimpered again. Her ass was squirming under her and that made his cock move side to side in her cunt while he moved it in and out. She turned her head back and kissed him deeply. She was moving her ass as much as she could, which was not as much as she would have liked. She was his prisoner.
Scott’s climax was building. He was pounding faster and harder into her body. The whole bed shook and the noise resounded through the floor. She was writhing and moaning and trying to keep her lips in contact with his.
“Oh yeah,” Scott grunted. His orgasm peaked and his thick cum burst from the end of his cock, mercilessly washing her insides.
“Oh Scott ... Oh Scott,” she was moaning.
Scott pulled his cock out in one quick motion and flopped it down on her flat belly. Colleen lifted her head to see it. It reached all the way up over her belly to her tits and was squirting the last bits of his cum onto them, which was still enough to drench them. He slid his cock back inside her then finally released her legs and laid on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him and stroked his sides. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. Colleen immediately whisked her blouse and bra off and stretched her arms over her head.
“You could make money at this, Scott,” she said. She ground her hips, pressing herself down on his cock, which wasn’t as hard as before but was still stiff inside her.
Scott reached up and squeezed her tits, smearing the cum that was dripping off them.
“Are you saying I have a career as a gigolo?”
She smiled at him. “I’ll give you a hundred dollars to make love with me when my husband is gone.”
“I don’t do this for money, Colleen. I do it because I like beautiful women.”
“Good,” she laughed. “Because I don’t have a hundred dollars to give you.” She began to move herself up and down on him. “How many times did Theresa make you cum today?”
“Three,” Scott said. “Why?”
“And one more with me? You’re pretty amazing, Scott,” she remarked.
“Thanks.”
“Do you think you can do it one more time?”
“We can find out.”
He began to move her up and down with his hips. He moved his hands down to her ass and moved her with him. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulled it up and let it fall again strand by strand as she rose and fell over him. Her ass moved in his hands.
They moved slowly and deliberately. Scott loved her body. She had a slim, narrow waist and round, full tits. She moved her body like an exotic dancer entranced by the pounding music to which she dances. Every so often she opened her eyes and looked down at him to give him a flirtatious smile like a dancer who hopes to get a good tip. She moved so well she almost could have been a stripper. She certainly had the body for it.
He slid his hands up the sides of her twisting body and put them on her swollen tits. Her long, silky dark hair draped down over her shoulders all the way down to his hands. Barely audible moans escaped past her lips. Scott thrust up hard once and her lips pursed and made an “Oooo,” sound. Her eyes were sleepily half closed. The corners of her mouth were curled up in a satisfied smile.
Scott was in heaven. Colleen felt fantastic sliding up and down on his cock. Spending Saturday afternoon with two beautiful women who knew as much about lovemaking as Colleen and Theresa was far better than watching tv as he had planned. A couple of hours with both women was enough to satisfy him for a whole week.
She had begun to orgasm. She was moving faster and faster. Her moans grew louder and louder. Scott knew he was not going to be able to hold himself back. He only hoped he didn’t fill her up before she finished her orgasm.
“Oh yes,” he groaned. It felt like he was draining every ounce of cum from his body in long bursts.
“It feels so good,” she cried. Her tits bounced. Her head rolled back and she groaned deeply. Finally, she fell forward on top of Scott, panting and covered with sweat. Scott’s cock was still throbbing and spilling seed inside her.
Scott stroked her hair back. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He was thrusting his pelvis up and pushing his softening prick in and out of her wet hole. Scott rubbed her back and squeezed her ass. Her tits were pressed into his chest. She was breathing hard and churning her hips to milk the last bit of cum that he had to give. She raised her head and kissed him.
She rolled off and laid beside him. His penis slapped against his thigh when it fell out of her cunt.
“I haven’t felt this satisfied in a long time,” she said with a huff. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
“Me too,” Scott replied. “If I had to satisfy two women every day I’d be dead before I turned thirty.”
Colleen giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. She rubbed her legs together. “I can feel it coming out,” she said. She sat up and spread her legs. Scott leaned up on his elbow and looked at her cunt. A stream of thick, white liquid ran from between her tender, pink lips. “Where do you get all of it?”
“I mix it up before I go to bed at night,” he said. She giggled again. She put her hand around his cock and fondled it, molding it like a firm piece of clay. It was coated with sticky fluids that smeared on her hand. It was soft, but the more she rubbed the stiffer it grew. Scott reached over and pinched her nipple.
Colleen sighed. “I want to blow you,” she said. She rolled over onto her stomach and immediately began to suck him. He grew harder in her mouth. Scott gasped when she took a deep breath and began to slide his entire shaft down her throat. He would never be able to think of the Mayor the same way again.
Theresa was sitting in the kitchen at the counter reading a magazine and listening to the sounds of the couple in the bedroom above her. It had been like being in the room next to a honeymoon suite. The sounds of the bed rocking practically shook the whole house, and Colleen’s moans convinced her that she had done the right thing by bringing Scott here.
She flipped a page past a
sexy lingerie ad. When they stopped they were quiet for a short while, then it started again with more enthusiasm. They were quiet again, but they hadn’t come down yet. She was anxious to discuss the day with Colleen to find out what she experienced while she was in bed with Scott and Colleen was listening.
The front door opened and Theresa froze. If that was Colleen’s husband, she was going to die. She didn’t even dare look down the hallway to the foyer out of fear that it might be him. She was instantly relieved, however, when she heard two giggling young girl’s voices. She looked down the hallway and saw Kiva, Colleen’s daughter coming in, with her own daughter, Casey, right behind her. She almost shouted in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see Casey until later in the evening. Kiva must have been the friend she went out to see when she left the house earlier that afternoon. She closed the magazine, hoping that the rocking bed and the moaning didn’t begin again. It would be a very difficult situation to explain.
The girls went right to the kitchen.
“Hi, Mrs. Turner,” Kiva said, her cute, young face bright with a smile.
“Hi, Mom,” Casey said. “What are you doing in the kitchen?”
“I’m waiting for Mrs. Murphy,” she said. Her ears were very sensitive to the sounds from the bedroom over their heads. Instead, she heard the bedroom door open and footsteps coming down the stairs. She let out another breath. Sneaking around like this could quickly wear on a person.
“Are you going out shopping?” Kiva asked. She opened the refrigerator.
“That sounds like something we might do,” Theresa answered as a way of stalling. She saw Colleen enter the kitchen before the girls did. Her hair was down and face was glowing. She was radiating sexuality like a beacon on a light house. Scott was right behind her, smiling broadly.
“Hi, Mom,” Kiva said. “Who’s this?”
“Scott?” Casey said, looking at him with wide eyes and a confused expression.
Theresa watched her daughter with concern. Casey looked at Colleen, then her own mother, then back at Scott. Sudden realization dawned on her face. Theresa knew that her daughter had immediately figured out what had been going on.
“Hi, Casey,” Scott said.
“Do you know him?” Kiva asked.
“He’s my friend,” Casey said, grinning at him dreamily. Scott smiled back.
“Scott, this is my daughter, Kiva,” Colleen said.
“Hello,” Scott said.
“Hi,” Kiva grinned sheepishly.
“He came over to help me, uh, move some furniture,” Colleen said quickly. She went over to stand next to Theresa. “Where have you girls been?” Theresa looked at her friend with surprise. She could distinctly smell Scott’s cum on her breath.
“We went to the park,” Kiva said, no longer interested in the furniture moving. Casey, however, stayed quiet and watched Scott and her mother and Kiva’s mother.
“Did you meet anyone there?”
“No. We just walked around by the water.”
Scott leaned against the refrigerator. He was just as interested in the situation as Casey. Seeing the discomfort on both women’s faces amused him. Casey and Scott silently shared a laugh with each other across the kitchen. Kiva carried on the conversation with her mother, totally unaware of what had proceeded between the other three women in the room and Scott.
He could see the resemblance Kiva shared with her mother, just as Casey resembled her mother. Kiva was taller than Casey, mostly by her long legs, which filled her jeans. Her chest swelled out the front of her shirt, just as the front of her mother’s blouse was stretched by her chest. They both had long, dark hair and dark, mysterious eyes. It was almost as if they were sisters.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Scott said. “But it’s about time for me to get back home. Could you give me a ride back to my car, Mrs. Turner?” Scott said.
Theresa looked like she didn’t understand for a moment, then jumped up. “Right,” she said. “I have to give you a ride.”
“Didn’t you drive here?” Kiva said, holding a jug of milk.
“No. She picked me up,” he told her. She nodded and put the jug back in the refrigerator. She may not have understood or even believed him, but he didn’t care.
“Do you want to ride home with us, Casey?” Theresa asked as she grabbed her purse.
Casey thought about it for a moment.
“No. I’m going to stay here with Kiva for a little while,” she said. “I’ll be home later.”
“Don’t be too late,” Theresa said.
“Goodbye,” Scott said to all of them at once.
“Bye,” Kiva said off handed.
“See you,” Casey said distractedly. Her eyes were almost glazed over. Images of what must have transpired in the house passed through her mind.
Colleen walked with them to the front door, right behind Scott. When they were out of sight of the girls she put her hand on his ass.
“I hope you’ll come back,” she whispered in Scott’s ear. “I might want to move that furniture again.”
“If you ever want anything moved, just ask me,” he said. She smiled at him as they went out the door. Scott and Casey’s Mom got in her car and drove away. Casey and Kiva watched from Kiva’s bedroom window.
“He’s so cute,” Kiva said.
Casey sighed. The glass in front if her fogged up. “I know.”
* * * *
It was Tuesday afternoon. Scott walked up the front walk to the door of Kiva’s house. There was no car in the driveway. That was a good sign. He was sure Colleen’s husband would not be too thrilled to know that he was coming over to have sex with his wife. He knocked and waited, watching the neighborhood.
The door opened and he turned back, expecting to see Colleen. Instead, it was Colleen’s daughter, Kiva. She looked even cuter than he remembered.
“Yes?” the girl said.
“Is your Mom home?” Scott asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
Scott nodded, although he felt terribly disappointed. He didn’t know what to say. It was a little awkward that Colleen’s daughter knew he had stopped by to see her. She was liable to let her father know and he might be suspicious. He had to say something.
“I guess I’ll stop by later,” he said.
“Do you want to come in?” Kiva said just as he turned to leave.
She opened the screen door. Scott went in and she started ahead of him down the hallway to the kitchen. He watched her curiously and smiled. She was swinging her hips like a hooker looking for a trick.
Kiva looked innocently sexy, a quality he found to be entirely irresistible, in a short black cotton skirt, a gold string necklace in her cleavage, and a skimpy tan-colored tank top without a bra. She had long, luscious bare legs that disappeared just under the hem of the skirt. Her long, straight, dark hair hung down to the middle of her back. Her tits stretched out the front of the tank top and her erect nipples threatened to poke holes through the thin material. The top barely veiled her young breasts, hinting enticingly at how they might look and feel. They jiggled when she walked and he could see the excited points of her nipples.
She got to the kitchen and moved behind the counter. On the counter was a can of Coke, an open bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass with ice in what looked like a mixture of the two.
“What’s going on here?” Scott said.
“I’m having a drink. What does it look like?”
“Aren’t you a little young for that?”
“Don’t patronize me.”
“But it’s true, don’t you think?”
“I can drink,” Kiva insisted with a menacing look. “They just won’t let me.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
She raised the glass and drank. “Do you want some?”
“I prefer mine straight,” Scott smiled. She smiled back sarcastically. She grabbed an empty glass, poured about two inches of JD into it and handed it to him. Without taking his eyes from hers, Scott raised
the glass and drank it in one gulp. He set the glass gently on the counter. Kiva looked like she wasn’t entirely satisfied.
“More?” she asked.
He shook his head. “That’s not what I came here for.”
Kiva drank hers. “What did you come here for?”
“I thought your Mom might need help with her furniture,” he said. Kiva laughed and sipped her drink.
“Casey told me she had sex with you.”
She caught him off guard, but he stayed as cool as her. “What of it?” he said. He leaned on the counter.
She set her glass down, then raised her dark eyes to his. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
“Why should I want something like that?”
Kiva sat on the stool. “Because you’re dying to have me.”
Scott’s eyebrows went up. This girl wasn’t as innocent as he thought. She was more like a devious thirty four year old woman. The differences between Casey and her friend Kiva were drastic indeed.
“I know why you were here yesterday,” she continued, looking at him slyly. “You weren’t here to move furniture.”
“You don’t think so?”
She nodded. “I know what my Mom does when she brings guys home. I know what my Dad does, too, when he goes to work with his girls. They even know what I do when I go out with boys.”
“You like to do it with boys?”
She nodded again. “I’ve done it lots of times. I even did it with Mr. Franklin, my Dad’s best friend. I let him touch me. He touched me here.” She touched her tits. “And here.” She touched her crotch. “He had his hands all over my ass. I even let him put his hand up my shirt. Then we did it.” Kiva sighed. “I’d let you put your hands in my pants if you wanted.”
Scott went around the counter to her side. With his foot, he moved her stool out so she was facing him. Scott took the glass from Kiva’s hand. She watched him with amusement. He was smiling at her.
“What?” she said.
“Your Mom didn’t bring me over here. Casey’s Mom did.”
Kiva looked bewildered. Then her eyes widened. “No way.” Scott nodded, still smiling. “You did it with Casey’s mom, too?”
