The next day, Steve pedaled down the path to the creek and found Michelle lying on her towel near the big oak. She turned her head and waved at him and he was once again captivated by her beauty and how awesome she looked in her bikini. It seemed like weeks since Angie had left and he was in dire need of some release. He hoped Michelle felt the same way.
He dropped his bike next to hers and walked over to where she was stretched out on her towel, her long hair fanning out around her head.
"Hey, gorgeous!" he exclaimed, sitting down cross-legged next to her and patting her upper thigh.
She smiled and looked over at him. "Hey, yourself, handsome!"
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She groaned and sat up, resting her hand on his, then moved it further up her leg. "Please, no more cheesy lines." They kissed, long and passionately, his hand moving up her body to cup her ample breast, teasing it until her nipples were rock hard. She murmured into his mouth and he pinched it, causing her to cry out and kiss him even harder. He was about to move his hand to the tie between her soft mounds when they heard the sound of an approaching bicycle. They broke off the kiss and Steve sighed.
"Shit."
Michelle giggled and gave him one last kiss before Artie came into view. "Later, lover!"
Steve looked up. "Hey, Artie!" Michelle also turned and waved.
"Hi, guys!" Artie replied as he made his way over to them. Michelle got up and gave him a deep, wet kiss when he got there and his face was bright red when she finally released him.
"Where’s Jake and Kristi?" she asked him.
"Jake said they’ll be here in an hour or two. Something about her wanting to get something at the mall . . . I dunno."
Michelle looked over at Steve and he could see the mischievous look in her eye. She addressed Artie, but continued to hold Steve’s gaze. "You say they’re gonna be at least an hour?"
Artie unfolded his towel. "That’s what he said."
She winked at Steve and turned back to Artie. "Hmmm . . . now what could the three of us do for an hour?" She placed a finger on her chin and tried to look pensive, then brightened up. "Hey! I know!"
Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned Artie to face her, gave him a quick kiss, then dropped to her knees, her hands grasping his shorts and pulling them down.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, glancing sheepishly at Steve. His cock was already growing because of her passionate kiss and drooped half erect between his legs.
Steve couldn’t help but look at Artie’s massive tool. Holy shit, Michelle wasn’t kidding! As he watched, she began to stroke it, looking up into his face.
"Hey, what?" she asked, grinning devilishly at him. "Are you shy just because Steve’s here?"
Artie shrugged but made no move to stop her.
Michelle took his hand and pulled him down to his knees, then pushed him back so he was lying on his back on her towel. She continued to stroke his now rock-hard cock, then lowered her head to it and gave it a long, slow lick. Artie gasped and closed his eyes. Michelle turned to Steve, who was watching this transpire with a look of mild amusement. A week ago, this would have seemed wildly unbelievable, but now it was just another day in his life with Angie and Michelle; and now, it would seem, Artie, too.
Michelle licked her lips and wiggled her bikini-clad ass at him. "I wonder what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth and pussy at the same time?" she asked, as if talking to herself.
Steve grinned and moved over to her as she lowered her mouth back to Artie’s raging hard-on and began to suck and lick it. He moved behind her and slowly pulled the skimpy garment over her beautifully curved hips, extracting it from between her wet lips. She lifted one leg at a time so he could remove it without breaking her oral rhythm on Artie. He quickly dropped his shorts and placed the tip of his own stiff prick to her puffy lips. With a muffled "mmmph", she pushed her tiny butt backward and his cock easily slipped into her tight, wet tunnel. He pushed it all the way in, his eyes closing as her tender warmth enveloped him.
He began a slow pumping motion, trying to put the fact that she was sucking on his buddy’s dick out of his mind. Every once in a while she’d release Artie’s cock and moan or tell him how good it felt. They kept this up for a few minutes until Michelle indicated that she wanted to switch.
Steve and Artie exchanged positions, awkwardly trying to avoid any physical or eye contact. Michelle watched them with an amused smile, but said nothing as Steve lay back on the towel. She knelt over him and took his wet cock into her mouth, slurping noisily on it. Artie moved up behind her and pressed his thick meat to her wet pussy.
Steve’s cock had felt great, but this was what she was waiting for. She was more than ready and despite his large size, he easily spread her wide open and pushed half of it into her. She moaned loudly and began to pump back and forth on it. She wanted to see just how much she could handle.
Steve lay back and allowed Michelle to swallow most of his dick. She was getting better at this. Still not up to Angie’s expertise, but definitely improving. He heard her grunting and couldn’t help but look up at Artie’s massive tool pushing into her. She released his cock and lifted her head.
"Oh, fuck! More, baby! Go deeper!"
Steve watched as Artie pushed a little further into Michelle’s tight pussy. She groaned and lowered her head, her hand still caressing Steve’s prick. Her hair brushed across his stomach, tickling him and adding to the sensations her hand and mouth were creating. He longed for her to take him back into her mouth again, but understood why she was a little distracted.
Artie had more than half of his long, thick cock inside her and she craved more. He was already deeper than he had been before, but she was prepared for him this time. There was some pain, true, but it was a good kind of pain! Could she take him all? Only one way to find out!
"More," she gasped, and began to suck furiously on Steve’s cock. Artie slowly fed another inch into her and she cried out, her voice muffled by Steve’s cock. He stopped and began to with draw, but she quickly lifted her head and looked back at him.
"No! Don’t stop! I want it all!" He could see the animalistic look in her eyes. "Fuck me with that monster!" she growled and pushed backward, taking in another inch.
Artie continued to feed his cock into her and her cries grew more and more urgent. He was certain he was hurting her, but if he let up, she would just push back against him. She had abandoned Steve for the time being, concentrating instead on the huge phallus filling her womb. He watched in amazement as his cock slowly disappeared into the tight, wet confines of her tender pussy.
Michelle couldn’t believe she was doing this! Two guys at once, out here in the open, and with ten inches of the biggest cock she’d ever seen buried to the hilt in her! The feeling was incredible! It hurt - hell, yes! But the pain was good, too! It was something she never thought was possible, but she certainly couldn’t deny it! Artie began to withdraw, then pushed back in.
She gasped and lowered her head. She felt the start of an orgasm and soon she was cumming hard on Artie’s huge cock. She jerked and moaned, then lowered her head to Steve’s stomach as she slowly came down, her body tingling and Artie still buried inside her.
Steve’s cock brushed her cheek and she instinctively grasped it and took it into her mouth. Artie began a slow fuck as she alternated sucking on Steve’s cock and crying out as he moved in and out of her ultra-sensitive pussy.
While it was amazing to watch Michelle take all of Artie’s monster cock, Steve was getting more than a little frustrated by the constant interruptions of his blowjob. When she seemed to be taking Artie a little easier, he reached up and placed his hands on her head, holding her in place. She didn’t resist, and even appeared to be trying to swallow more of his cock. He started lifting her head up and down; in effect, fucking her mouth.
Michelle gagged a little as Steve pushed her head up and down on his cock. She really didn’t mind him doing it, and it was actually a bit of a turn-on having him treat her like that. She felt like such a slut - and she loved it! They worked into a bit of a rhythm - when Artie drove in, Steve would lift her head, then push it back down when Artie withdrew. Before long, Steve’s cock was going well into her throat and she could feel his pubic hair tickling her nose.
Artie was moaning louder. "Oh, shit!" he gasped. "I’m gonna cum!"
Michelle tried to lift her head and Steve released her so she could. "Not in my pussy! Pull out and cum on my ass!"
Artie pumped a few more times while Michelle watched, then pulled out his long cock and stroked it a few times before closing his eyes and groaning.
"Arggghh!" he cried as his hot jism splattered all over her creamy ass and halfway up her back. He stroked his cock until he was finished, then sat back on his haunches, breathing deeply.
Steve turned Michelle back to his own little problem and she immediately resumed sucking him off with even more enthusiasm than before. She took him all the way in, willingly fucking him with her mouth. Steve just lay back and enjoyed it. She didn’t need him to move her head anymore. Before long, he felt his cum rising and was soon unloading a huge load into her throat. Michelle murmured contentedly as she swallowed every drop before falling onto the towel next to him, her body tired and aching, but very satisfied.
Steve looked over at Artie and grinned. Artie managed to grin back, then fell backward onto the grass, completely spent. Michelle crawled over to him and began licking and cleaning him off, causing him to moan and twitch.
When she finished, she looked up at him and winked, then jumped up and ran over the bank into the water, leaving her bikini bottoms next to them on the grass. Artie and Steve both watched her go, then flopped back onto the grass, content and exhausted. Finally Artie turned toward Steve, carefully focusing his eyes away from his naked lower extremities.
"Holy shit! Can you believe this?!" he exclaimed, looking up into the hot summer sky and shading his eyes against the sun.
Steve grinned and let out a short laugh. "Yeah, I know. Who would have thought Michelle would ever act like this!" He pulled himself to a sitting position and reached for his shorts. Artie groped around until he located his and began to pull them on. Steve stood up and watched Michelle splashing around in the creek. "You know you can’t tell anyone about this - ever," he said, glancing at Artie as he got up and adjusted his shorts.
"Fuck, no!" he said. "Think of what would happen to Michelle!"
Steve smiled to himself, pleased that Artie’s first thoughts weren’t of himself, but of Michelle and the consequences to her reputation if word got out what she was doing with them. His face remained somber. "Exactly. We don’t want her or Angie to get hurt. So just keep this very hush-hush and we should have a very interesting time at high school!"
Artie nodded and picked up Michelle’s bikini from the grass. "No problem, bud. But if Jake finds out, he’s really gonna be pissed that we didn’t tell him!"
Steve grabbed his arm as he started toward where Michelle was climbing from the creek, momentarily startling him. "Do not - under any circumstances - tell Jake about this!" He locked his eyes on Artie’s until Artie looked away.
"I said I wouldn’t tell anyone," Artie replied, his voice becoming very serious as his eyes once more met Steve’s. "I know how much of a dog Jake is. He’s the last person I would ever tell!" They held each others eyes for a few seconds, then Steve eased his grip on his arm as Michelle strode toward them, wet and naked.
"Sorry, man. I just wanted to make sure," he said quietly as he released Artie. Artie nodded understandingly and passed Michelle her bikini. She watched the two of them while she dressed, wondering why they were being so quiet.
"Are you guys ok?" she asked, fearing jealousy may have reared its ugly head.
"Sure," Artie said with a shrug, then gave her a quick kiss as she retied her top on. She looked over at Steve, who merely shrugged and offered a slight smile.
"No problem," he said. "We were just discussing the importance of keeping this arrangement confidential." Artie nodded in agreement. Michelle breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was afraid she may have gone too far doing both of them at once, but they apparently had no problems sharing her. Things would be better when Angie got back.
"When’s Angie coming back?" she asked Steve.
He shrugged and sat down cross-legged on the towel, pulling his stash from his backpack. "I’m not sure," he replied as he sprinkled some weed on a paper and began the meticulous task of rolling a perfect joint. The others watched silently until he was satisfied and stuck it between his lips.
"I hope it isn’t too much longer," Michelle said, leaning in to light it. "I really miss her."
Steve took a long toke, squinting as the smoke swirled around his eyes, and passed the joint to Michelle. He nodded, then exhaled. "Yeah, me too," he said sadly. He thought back to the day she’d left and how they didn’t get to say a proper goodbye. Was it only four days ago? It seemed much longer.
Chapter 30
Three days later, Angie was excitedly tossing some clothes into her suitcase. Her and her mother were going back to Mason to do some house hunting. Her father would be busy wrapping up his business affairs in Williamstown so when her mother asked if she wanted to come along, she jumped at the chance. They would be staying at Steve’s house again and she couldn’t wait to get him alone!
They had only spoken once on the phone, two days ago, and at that time she didn’t know they would be coming back. She decided not to call him, hoping to surprise him.
They finished packing the van and left for Mason before dawn the next morning. It was a nine hour drive and Angie managed to sleep for a few hours, but it felt like the longest trip she’d ever taken. She thought about her and Steve’s last love-making session and how beautiful it had been. Michelle also occupied her thoughts and she hoped the three of them could get together for some fun as well.
It was almost four in the afternoon when they finally arrived at the O’Connell’s and Angie could barely wait until her mother stopped the van before jumping out.
"Hey! Take something in with you!" her mother called as she got out. Angie was halfway to the door and turned around, trotting over to the back of the van as her mother opened the back door.
"Sorry, Mom. I’m just anxious to see Steve and Michelle," she said as she lifted a suitcase.
"There’ll be plenty of time to hang out with your friends," she replied, picking up her own luggage.
Just then, the door of the house opened and Karen came out to greet them.
"Hey! You guys made good time!" she exclaimed, giving Cathy a warm hug and smiling at Angie.
"Sorry to impose on you like this," Cathy began as they started toward the house.
Karen laughed. "You’re not imposing! Remember, I insisted you stay with us. You’re pretty much family and you’re not staying in a hotel!"
Angie looked over at Karen. "Is Steve home?"
Karen shook her head. "He’s at work. He gets off at five." She held open the door so they could go inside. "I know he’ll be happy to see you!" she added with a little smile. Angie lowered her eyes and followed her mother inside, wondering if she suspected what Karen already knew about her and Steve.
She carried her bags downstairs and to the room she’d stayed in on her last visit. As she unpacked, her mind once more drifted back to the wonderful times her, Steve, and Michelle had shared here. She was getting wet just thinking about it. Come hell or high water, she and Steve were sleeping together tonight!
She finished unpacking and went upstairs to where Karen and Cathy were chatting over coffee in the kitchen. She sat down at the table and glanced up at the clock. It was four-forty-five. Steve would be here in less than half an hour.
"Angie? Did you hear me?"
Startled, she looked over at her mother, who was eyeing her.
"Huh? I’m sorry, Mom. I guess I was day-dreaming."
Karen grinned knowingly, but said nothing.
"I was asking if you wanted to come with me to look at houses tomorrow," Cathy asked, taking another sip from her cup.
"Uh, sure, I guess," she replied, then looked over at Karen. "Is Steve working tomorrow?"
Karen smiled and nodded. "Tomorrow afternoon, I think. But I could be wrong. You’ll have to ask him."
Cathy watched this exchange with interest, wondering why her daughter was so preoccupied with Steve. The look on Karen’s face told her she knew something about it and made a mental note to ask her about it.
The subject changed to the houses they were looking at and what neighborhoods they were in. Angie was half listening to them, but her real attention was focused on the clock. Only ten more minutes.
At five past five, she excused herself and went back downstairs, claiming it was hot and she was going to watch some TV. The women watched her go, then Cathy looked at Karen.
"Is there something going on with our kids I should know about?" she asked. "Angie has been moping around the house ever since we got home."
Karen finished her coffee before replying. "You mean she hasn’t said anything?" She took Cathy’s empty cup and went over to get them a refill.
"No," Cathy said slowly. "But I have my suspicions."
Karen sat back down, sliding Cathy’s cup across the table. She nodded. "Yeah, they’re dating. I suspected it right away. I guess boys are a little easier to read than girls when it comes to this sort of thing."
Cathy sighed. "Well, at least she picked a good kid." She took a sip and sat thinking for a moment. "Just how serious do you think it is? Should they be sleeping next door ro one another in the basement?"
Karen pursed her lips. She was pretty sure Angie and Steve had already had sex, but wasn’t sure how to tell Cathy; or if she should even tell her at all.
"I think," she began, her eyes moving from her cup up to Cathy. "That if they want to have sex, they’re going to, no matter what we do. Short of locking in their rooms, that is." Cathy’s face took on a worried expression and Karen reached out and took her hand. "Look, Cathy, they’re teenagers. You were young once. All we can do is warn them of the consequences. If they’re going to do it, they’ll do it." She paused, then added, "I already spoke to Steve about it when I first suspected they had hooked up. I . . . gave him some condoms, just in case."
Cathy’s eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. "You did what?!"
"I figured it was the right thing to do. At least they’d be protected!" Cathy closed her mouth but continued to stare at her friend. Karen managed a smile. "And from the expression on Steve’s face, I think he was more scared than anxious!"
Cathy continued to stare, but she finally let out a sigh. "You’re right. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t imagine my mother giving me condoms and telling me to be careful." She smiled wanly at Karen. "It’s just so much more nerve-wracking with a daughter."
Karen patted her hand. "They’re good kids, Cathy. They’ll do the right thing."
They were interrupted by the door opening. Steve came in and dropped his backpack on the floor. He looked up at Cathy and Karen.
"Hi!" His surprise at seeing Cathy there was evident. Karen hadn’t told him they were coming. She wanted to see the look of surprise on his face. He looked from Cathy to his mother. "I didn’t know you were coming back so soon," he said to Cathy as he got a glass of water and drank it in one long drink.
Cathy glanced over at Karen, then studied Steve in a different light. She could see how Angie would be attracted to him. He was quite good-looking and had a lean, well-toned body. He finished his water and turned around. Cathy averted her eyes back to her coffee, embarrassed that she was thinking about her friend’s teenage son in that way.
"We came to look at houses," Cathy said before taking a quick sip.
Steve looked around. "Did . . . Angie come with you?" He tried to sound casual, but both women could sense his hopefulness.
Karen smiled and nodded toward the basement stairs. "She’s downstairs."
Steve looked toward the stairs, then very carefully set his empty glass on the counter. He was trying to act nonchalant, but he was doing a poor job.
"Oh, ok," he said. "I think I’ll go take a shower before supper." He went over to the steps and, with a quick glance at the two women, disappeared around the corner. They could hear his thumping footsteps as he practically ran down the stairs. Karen couldn’t control herself any longer and burst out laughing, covering her mouth so Steve wouldn’t hear her. Cathy’s face also broke out into a wide grin.
"Did you see the look on his face?" Karen asked between chuckles. "He was trying to act so cool!"
Cathy grinned and allowed herself a small chuckle. Karen was right, Steve was a good kid, and so was Angie. She just wasn’t sure she was ready for her little girl to grow up.
Steve nearly tripped over his own feet as he stumbled down the stairs to the basement. He reached the bottom in one piece and looked around. The room was empty. Just then, the door to the bathroom opened and Angie stood there, looking so beautiful he wanted to take her into his room and make passionate love to her right then and there. To hell with their mothers in the kitchen. He was in love!
Angie’s eyes locked on his and a wide smile spread across her face. Her eyes sparkled as she ran over to him, leaping up and wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. They kissed long and hard, holding each other tightly. Angie started to move her hips, grinding her pussy against his already stiffening cock. They broke off the kiss and Angie hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder and continuing her warm embrace.
"I missed you so much!" she breathed into his ear.
"I missed you, too, baby!" he replied, his hands caressing her back. They kissed again, then Cathy’s voice from the top of the stairs broke the spell.
"Angie! Could come up and help me finish unloading the van, please?"
She let her legs drop to the floor, but continued to hold him with her arms. "I’ll be right back," she told him. With a final kiss, she released his neck and went over to the steps, looking back until she couldn’t see him anymore. He sighed and pulled off his shirt, then his shorts. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, wondering when he and Angie would be able to make love again.
When he came out of the shower ten minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist, he expected Angie to be waiting in the rec room. But she wasn’t there. He went into his room and slipped into a pair of shorts and t-shirt, combed his hair, and went upstairs.
Angie, Karen, and Cathy were in the kitchen, setting the table and doing the final preparations for dinner. Alan arrived home from work a few minutes later and greeted Cathy with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. They all sat down to eat and talked about the Delaney’s estimated moving date and whether they would be moved in time for Angie to start school in another month.
Cathy frowned. "I don’t know. It depends on if we find the right house and can get a quick closing. That’s asking a lot and I don’t want to settle for a place that isn’t what we want just to move in quicker."
Alan swallowed a mouthful, then said, "You could always rent an apartment for a month or two."
Cathy nodded. "That’s what we’re thinking we’ll do. It would be hard for Angie to change schools after only a month or two."
Steve spoke up. "She could always stay here."
Everyone turned to him and he felt a little embarrassed to be the center of attention. Angie sensed his discomfort and came to his rescue.
"That would be fine with me," she said, trying to sound casual.
Cathy turned to her. "I’m sure it would, dear, but it’s not nice to ask to move in with someone."
"I have no problem with that," Karen said, glancing over at Steve’s father. Alan nodded.
"Sure. Angie’s just like family, anyway." He grinned and gave her a wink. "The daughter we never had."
Angie giggled and lowered her eyes, then looked over at her mother. "Could I, Mom? I wouldn’t even have to go back to Williamstown with you. All my stuff is already packed except what I brought with me."
Cathy laid down her fork and fixed Angie with a hard look. "Angie . . ."
Karen interrupted her. "It’s ok, Cathy. It’s up to you and Mark, but if she wants to stay, that’s fine with us."
Angie could feel her mother starting to give in. "Please, Mom? I’m starting to make friends here and it’s hard leaving them to go back home and have to say goodbye to everyone there all over again!"
Cathy sighed. "Let me talk to your father about it." Angie grinned. "But that doesn’t mean I’m saying yes. We have to have a little talk first." She glanced over at Steve, who ducked his head and concentrated on his dinner.
Alan caught the exchange and looked over at Karen with a questioning look on his face. She mouthed, ‘later’, and went back to eating.
The rest of the meal was relatively quiet, with only a smattering of conversation. Angie could hardly contain herself. She had to convince her parents to let her stay! Just the thought of being separated from Steve again was almost unbearable!
When dinner was finished, Steve and Angie volunteered to clean up and their parents retired to the living room. Steve glanced over his shoulder as they stood at the sink doing the dishes, then whispered to Angie, "Do you think they’ll say yes?"
She smiled and their hands touched as he passed her a plate to dry. "They have to. I don’t want to be apart from you again. Or Michelle."
He nodded and began thinking about Michelle and Artie. He hadn’t had the chance to tell Angie about the addition to their little group and although he didn’t know exactly how to tell her, he knew it had to be done soon.
"Why don’t we call Michelle and ask her to come over tonight?" he said as he passed another plate to her.
She nodded. "Yeah, good idea. I can’t wait to see her again." She gave him a quick sideways glance then nudged him. "Did you two get together while I was gone?"
He looked over at her, expecting an accusing stare, but her eyes twinkled and she had a mischievous grin on her face. He felt his face getting hot.
"Aha! Looks like you did!" she whispered, shoving him sideways with her hip.
He grinned and looked embarrassed. "Yeah, we did. But really only once. We were, uh, interrupted the first time we tried."
She looked up at him as she hung the dish towel on the rack. "Oh?" She looked toward the living room to make sure they weren’t overheard, then leaned in closer. "What happened?"
Steve took a deep breath. "It’s kind of a long story," he said, looking toward the living room. "Why don’t we wait for Michelle and we can both explain it to you."
Angie gave him a questioning look, but figured he had his reasons. "Ok. What’s her number? I’ll give her a call now." Steve recited the number. She dialed it, spoke to Michelle’s mother for a moment, then waited for Michelle to come on the line.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Michelle. It’s Angie."
"Angie!" Her enthusiasm was evident in her voice. "How are you? Are you back in town?"
"Yeah, we just got here."
"Cool! Are you here for good?"
"That’s kind of up the air right now," she replied. "But we’re hopeful. Listen, any chance you could come over tonight? I’d love to see you again." She looked up at Steve and added, "And Steve tells me you and him have something to tell me, but he won’t say what."
The line was silent for a few seconds, then Michelle said, "Uh, yeah, I think I can come over. What time?"
"As soon as possible," she replied. "I’m dying to know what you need to tell me."
"All right. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right over."
They said goodbye and Angie hung up the phone. Steve went over to the living room where his parents and Cathy were having a lively discussion about some vacation they’d once taken together.
"We’re all done out here," he said. "We’re going downstairs to watch TV. Michelle’s coming over in a bit so we’ll get the door."
"Ok, honey," his mother said and watched as he disappeared back into the kitchen. She looked over at Cathy. "At least they’ll behave with Michelle there," she said with a smile.
Alan gave her a curious look and she told him they were seeing each other. Instead of looking concerned, he sat back on the couch, smiling to himself. Steve had caught him a good one!
Cathy nodded, feeling a little relieved. She knew there was nothing she could do to prevent them from having sex, but she had to try.
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Steve and Angie went downstairs and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV, but a few seconds later they were in a tight embrace, making out. He felt Angie’s hand move to his crotch and begin to rub his semi-hard cock over his shorts. He sighed and moved his hand under her t-shirt and began to tease her breasts. To his disappointment, she was wearing a bra, but it still felt great just to be touching her again.
Fifteen minutes passed and Angie had him almost ready to cum in his shorts when they heard the soft knock on the back door. With reluctance, she removed her hand from his throbbing organ and stood up.
"That must be Michelle."
He was a little disappointed that she stopped her wonderful caress, but he also knew that they had already gone a little further than they should have with their parents upstairs and Michelle on her way over. She turned to go answer the door and Steve couldn’t help reaching out and giving her ass a little pinch over her tight jeans. She jumped and let out a little yelp.
"Stop that!" she cried, giving him a stern warning look as she went over to the stairs. But her eyes were smiling and he knew she was only teasing.
She opened the door and greeted Michelle with a warm hug. "Hi! Come on in!"
They went down the stairs, Angie leading the way and holding her hand. As soon as they reached the bottom, Angie spun her around and pushed her up against the wall. She moved in and planted a big, wet kiss on her lips, startling Michelle because it happened so quickly. After she recovered from her shock, she put her arms around Angie’s neck and returned the kiss hungrily. Angie moved her hand under Michelle’s short halter top and up to her bare breast, squeezing it until she let out a little gasp.
Steve sat on the couch, watching all this take place. He felt his already hard dick suddenly go to full alert as he watched his girlfriend making out with his other girlfriend only ten feet from where he was sitting. He thought he was going to explode right then and there! He wondered again how one guy could be so lucky!
The girls finally pulled apart and Angie led Michelle over to where he sat.
"Hi, Michelle," he said, planting a long lingering kiss on her soft lips, wet from her kiss with Angie.
"Hi," she breathed when he released her. She looked over at Angie, who took a seat on the other side of Steve. "Wow, that was some greeting!"
Angie took her hand and looked into her eyes. "I really missed you."
Michelle smiled at the sexy blonde. "I can tell!" Then her face became more solemn. "And I missed you, too. A lot!"
Angie looked at Steve. She had to know what they wanted to tell her and didn’t waste any time. "Steve tells me you two were interrupted when you tried to make out, but he didn’t elaborate." Michelle took in a deep breath and nodded.
"Yeah, that’s something we need to talk about," she said, glancing at Steve.
He took the hint and started the story. "We were in the creek. Jake, Artie, and Kristi were up on the bank, but they couldn’t see us. So we began to fool around a little. You know, fondling, kissing."
Michelle interjected. "We weren’t doing it."
Steve nodded. "No, but when Michelle looked up, Artie was standing on the bank watching us. Jake and Kristi went off to make out and he . . ."
Angie held up a hand. "Wait a minute, did you say Jake and Kristi were making out?"
Michelle answered. "Oh yeah, that happened after you left. They’re sort of dating, I guess."
Steve nodded in agreement. "Yeah. They haven’t been around much lately." He paused. "Anyway, like I was saying, Artie saw us fooling around in the water and got real pissed. He was mad at me for cheating on you and mad at Michelle because she was supposed to be your friend."
Michelle smiled. "It was really sweet of him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him stand up for someone like that before. He must really like you, Angie!"
Angie nodded, her mind already working. "So, you told him about us?"
Steve and Michelle exchanged a look, then Michelle nodded. "We had to. He was acting like he was going make a huge deal of it. We didn’t want Jake or Kristi to notice the way he was acting and get it out of him. We couldn’t see any other way out of it."
Angie nodded. "Yeah, I see what you mean. Do you think he’ll keep quiet about it?"
Steve took over. "He said he wouldn’t tell anyone and I don’t think he ever would have done it purposefully. The problem is, Artie isn’t known for keeping secrets. He has good intentions, but somehow he always seems to spill the beans."
Michelle spoke next. "So we came up with a way to give him a little incentive to keep quiet."
Angie waited, but neither spoke. "What did you do?"
Michelle took a deep breath. "I told Steve to make some excuse to leave, then I fucked him."
Angie’s mouth dropped open. "Y . . . you did what?!"
Michelle shrugged. "I sucked his cock, then fucked him."
Angie moved her attention to Steve. "And you agreed to this?"
He sighed and nodded. "We figured the best way to keep Artie quiet was to ask him to join our little club. Think about it: he’s never even had a girlfriend before, let alone had sex. Suddenly, he has access to two beautiful girls who want to have sex with him. Do you think he’s going to do or say anything to screw that up?"
Angie continued to stare at them in stunned silence, but she was beginning to see the logic in their decision. It was unfortunate, but it did make sense.
Michelle leaned over and grinned at Angie. "And Artie has been keeping a little secret of his own!" She held up her hands about ten inches apart. At first Angie didn’t grasp what she was trying to say, but when she nodded toward Steve’s package, Angie’s eyes grew wide. She grinned at Michelle, her eyes wide and sparkling.
"Are you serious?"
Michelle nodded, still grinning. "You know the guys in the pornos? Well, Artie can put more than a few of them to shame. The first time we did it, I couldn’t even take half of him!"
Angie leaned back, still hardly believing what they were saying. If this was true, she would have the opportunity to fuck a cock of mythical proportions! She thought about this, then looked back at Michelle.
"You said the first time you fucked him. How many times have you two done it?"
"Well, there was that first time, then a few days later . . ." She looked at Steve. ". . .when we all kind of hooked up."
Angie felt a grin spreading across her face. "You did both of them at once?"
Michelle nodded, relieved that she wasn’t upset about her fucking her boyfriend when she wasn’t around. Even though they had her ok to do it, she still wondered how she would feel after the fact.
"That must have been awesome!" Angie mused. "Did you take any more of Artie’s cock into you?"
Michelle grinned and nodded. "I took all of it! Hurt like hell at first, but afterward - wow!"
Angie stared at her in disbelief. Was this the same girl who had been a virgin only a couple of weeks ago, completely naive about any aspect of sex? Now she was doing two guys at once and taking all of a ten inch cock! From virgin to nympho almost overnight!
She shook her head and chuckled. "Well, I can’t wait to meet the real Artie!" She caught Steve giving her a funny look and leaned in to kiss him, her hand moving to his crotch. "Don’t get me wrong, lover. I love it when you fuck me with that big stick of yours, but there are some things a girl just has to try!"
He smiled at her. He knew he couldn’t compare to Artie in the dick department. Very few guys could. But she loved him and he was happy with that. Then a thought came to him.
"Wait a minute. Before you left, you told me you had something new you wanted to try when you got back. Can you let us know now what it is?"
Angie grinned and shook her head. "All in good time, but I will tell you this: I’m certain you’re gonna like it!" They tried to get more out of her, but she was adamant.
"I want it to be a surprise. You’re going to have to be patient!"
They pouted for a few minutes, then began to make out. They took turns kissing while the one who wasn’t involved amused themself by fondling and caressing the others. It worked out good and they were getting pretty worked up when Steve heard the tell-tale squeak of the kitchen floor. He knew the sound well. It meant someone was going across the kitchen to the basement stairs.
"Someone’s coming!" he whispered. Immediately, Michelle and Angie broke off their kiss, smoothed their clothes and hair, and were sitting on either side of Steve watching TV when Cathy and Karen came downstairs.
"Don’t let us interrupt, kids. We just need to get some things out of the freezer," Karen said as they walked past and into the storage room where the freezer was located. The three teens sat on the couch watching the movie and joking about the campy plot. Angie and Michelle seemed to be having a great time, laughing and giggling like they’d been friends for years.
When they came back into the rec room, Karen was carrying a frozen chicken and Cathy had a bag of frozen corn. "Don’t stay up too late, now," Karen said with a smile as they passed by and started up the stairs.
Chapter 31
Cathy and Karen climbed the stairs to the kitchen and Karen opened the freezer, tossing the chicken and the corn into it. They really didn’t have to be taken out until tomorrow. Cathy had wanted to check on the kids without looking too obvious and Karen had come up with the idea.
But something seemed off to her. Angie and Steve were definitely an item. He had confirmed that himself. But she had seen him and Michelle kissing in the back yard. Yet Michelle and Angie appeared to be becoming the very best of friends. Even she could feel the sexual tension between Steve and Michelle. How could Angie not?
Her and Cathy went back into the living room where Alan was sitting watching TV. "Everything all right down there?" he asked.
"Yup. Everyone’s behaving," Karen said, dropping to the couch beside him and patting his leg. She winked at Cathy. "Either the orgy was a real quick one or it hasn’t started yet!" Cathy gave her an unsettled smile. Maybe that wasn’t the best joke she could have told.
"Cathy, they’ll be fine. Like I said, they won’t do anything as long as Michelle’s there and after that, what are you going to do? Watch her all the time?"
Cathy sighed and shook her head. "You’re right. I’m sorry. I can’t help worrying."
"How about a glass of wine?" Alan asked, getting to his feet. "I know I could use one." Both women agreed and soon they were sitting there talking while sipping glasses of red wine. Cathy was still worried, but decided that Angie was growing up and she had to start trusting her to make her own decisions.
Meanwhile, something still nagged at Karen. It was like there was something she was missing that was right in front of her face. Angie was only sixteen, true, but she had to be sensing something between Steve and Michelle. It was almost like she knew and didn’t care. She tipped the glass to her lips and froze as a new and frightening thought occurred to her.
No, they couldn’t be! They were only kids! But her instincts told her otherwise. It was the only thing that explained her nagging feeling. Could it be that Angie and Michelle were somehow sharing Steve openly and willingly? If so, this could present a whole new set of problems; and she had no idea how to approach Steve about it. This would require some thought, and a lot more investigation.
Chapter 32
Around eleven-thirty, Michelle stood up and stretched. She was wearing a halter top and a short pleated skirt and when she stretched, her skirt lifted up so Steve and Angie had a clear view of her white cotton panties under it. Angie let out a low whistle and grinned.
Michelle smiled down at her and leaned over to kiss them both. She straightened back up.
"I have to go. I told Mom I’d be home before midnight."
Angie and Steve got to their feet. "So when do we get together with Artie?" Angie asked. She hadn’t been able to get the picture of geeky little Artie sporting a ten inch hardon out of her mind all night.
Michelle shrugged. "I’ll give him a call in the morning. I think he said his parents work all day so maybe we could go over to his place."
Steve nodded. "Yeah, they do. They don’t even come home for lunch. He has the house to himself from seven am to almost six o’clock."
Angie smiled seductively and bit her lip. "That sounds perfect. Call me as soon as you talk to him, ok?"
Michelle said she would and they walked her to the door. Taking a quick glance into the kitchen, Angie gave her another quick kiss. Steve did, too, and they watched her walk down the driveway and onto the sidewalk before closing the door.
"I’m thirsty," Angie said, a little louder than she needed to. She went up into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, then stood by the sink drinking it. Steve came up and watched her, wondering why she was standing here. The house was quiet. Their parents must have gone to bed already. Then he realized that was what she was doing - checking to see if everyone was asleep.
She finished her water, then placed the glass in the sink and snuck over to peer into the living room. It was dark and empty. She listened for a moment, then crept back over to where Steve waited. She took his hand and they made their way downstairs.
When they reached the rec room, he took her in his arms and gave her a very wet and passionate kiss. Angie returned it, pushing her tongue into his mouth. After a moment she pushed him away and in a breathless whisper said, "We better go to bed."
Steve grinned. "Your room or mine?"
Angie giggled and shoved him back. "I’m going in my room and you’re going in yours!"
Steve was puzzled. He was hoping they’d be having sex tonight and when she checked on their parents, he was certain that was the reason. Why else would she have done it?
She glanced up the dark stairs, then looked back at him. "I know my mother," she whispered. "Now that she knows we’re more than friends, she won’t be able to sleep until she sneaks down to make sure we’re each in our own bed." She pushed him toward his room. "So go to bed. I’ll be in later!"
Reluctantly, Steve backed into his room. Angie waved her hands in a ‘shoo’ gesture and he closed the door and sighed. He had been waiting for this all night and now it seemed he had to wait a while longer. He undressed and climbed into bed nude. At least when Angie did come in, he’d be ready!
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Angie hated to send Steve to his room. She wanted him so bad! But she was certain her mother would be down within the hour and was determined to wait her out. She changed into her pajamas and got into bed. The alarm clock on the night-stand said eleven-fifty-one. She reached over and set the alarm for two am, just in case she fell asleep. Then she lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for the creak of footsteps on the kitchen floor.
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Cathy lay in her bed upstairs, wide awake. She had heard Angie and Steve in the kitchen and suspected they were checking to see if anyone was still up. She looked over at her clock. Just after one am. She knew she should trust her daughter, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep until she checked on her. She flipped the covers back and slipped her cotton robe over her shiny gray satin nightgown, then quietly opened her door and crept down the hall into the kitchen and over to the basement stairs. As quietly as she could, she made her way down to the rec room and over to Angie’s nearly closed door. She listened at it for a moment and heard only the steady breathing of a person who was sound asleep.
Carefully, she pushed the door open and peered in. The room was dark, but a little light from a streetlight filtered in through the window curtains. She could see Angie’s blonde hair on the pillow. She was lying on her side, facing the other way, and she was alone. There was no tell-tale scent of sex in the air and all seemed normal. She gently pulled the door closed again and moved over to Steve’s room.
She listened for a moment and heard steady, rhythmic breathing. She slowly pushed his door open and saw him lying on the bed, the sheets down around his waist. He was lying on his back and she could just make out his rising and falling chest in the dim light. She pulled his door closed and slipped back upstairs, satisfied that her daughter was safe for the night anyway.
She reached her room and went in, taking off her robe. She turned on the lamp and stood before the full length mirror in her pretty satin nightgown. For a woman of thirty-five, she still had a very nice body. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders. It was a little shorter that Angie’s, but looked great on her. Her slender figure was something she worked hard to keep, walking three miles a day and working out three days a week at the gym. As a result of that and trying to eat properly, she figured she had the body of a woman ten years younger. Her breasts did sag a little more than they used to, but were quite perky for woman her age, and were still two of her husband’s favorite playthings. She picked up her brush and ran it through her hair a few times, trying to resolve her feelings about Angie and Steve.
Chapter 33
Karen and Alan were lying in bed. He wore his boxers, while Karen was wearing her panties and a little night shirt that barely fell past her breasts. He was on his back and she was lying partially on top of him. They were kissing passionately, the prelude to a night of love-making. She kissed her way down his chest , her hands caressing his skin. When she reached his boxers, she kissed the bulge that was starting to form in them, then worked them down and off. His hard cock sprang up, ready and waiting for her.
She looked down at her naked husband and smiled. Even after seventeen years of marriage, she was still madly in love with him and adored his body. She pulled off her shirt and her beautiful, full breasts bounced free before settling onto her chest. He grinned at her and she lowered her head to his chest, resuming her kisses. When she reached his pubic area, she grasped his hard cock in one hand and began to stroke it, watching his face. He sighed and smiled softly.
She moved her head down and licked along the side of his seven inch cock. This brought a small gasp from him and she continued to lick his shaft, then down to his balls, sucking each of them into her mouth and gently working it over . He groaned in pleasure. When she moved back to his shaft, she once again licked up one side, then the other. Then she slipped her full lips over the soft skin of the tip and took him deep into her mouth.
Alan moaned louder and raised his hips slightly. Karen began to move up and down, slurping noisily and loving the little sounds of satisfaction he was making.
A light knock on the door interrupted them and she popped her mouth from him and slid up to her pillow, pulling the covers over them as she did.
"Yes?" she called out softly when she was sure nothing was exposed.
The door opened and Cathy stood there wearing her slinky nightgown. She stepped into the room and closed the door before turning around to face them.
No one moved or spoke for a second, then Karen grinned at her and threw the covers back. "It’s about time! We were starting to think you weren’t coming!"
Cathy smiled and slipped one strap from her shoulder, then the other. Her nightgown shimmered as it dropped from her beautiful body and landed in a crumpled heap at her feet. She stepped out of it completely naked, went over to the bed, and crawled in next to Alan.
"Too bad Mark couldn’t come, too," Karen said as she leaned over her husband to kiss her best friend.
Cathy smiled and nodded. "Yeah, but soon we’ll be able to get together all the time, just like we used to!" She kissed Alan, then looked down at his hard member and grinned at Karen. "Mind if I take a turn?"
Chapter 34
Angie waited until her mother had enough time to go back up and get into bed before she flung off the covers. She glanced at the clock. One-thirty. Not too late. They would have plenty of time. She turned off the alarm and threw one of the pillows under the covers, then bunched them so at a quick glance, it sort of looked like someone was still in the bed. Not a perfect solution, but it couldn’t hurt.
She pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her top, revealing a good portion of her breasts. With a final check in the mirror, she turned off the lamp and opened her door, peering out into the gloom of the dark rec room.
All was quiet, so she stepped out and pulled her door back to where it was, just in case her mother made another bed check. It wasn’t likely, but it never hurt to be careful. She went over to Steve’s door and slowly pushed it open, then slipped inside. He was asleep - there was no faking snoring like that!
She went over to his night stand and turned on the lamp, lighting the room softly. She gazed down at his sleeping form. The covers were down to his waist and one leg stuck out. Her eyes drifted below his waist and she smiled when she saw the little tent poking the covers up. She checked to make sure he was still asleep, then went over and began to lower the covers, lifting them away from his erect cock.
When she had him completely exposed, she removed her top and carefully climbed into the bed on her hands and knees. She didn’t want to wake him up; not yet. She moved slowly and was able to position herself so that she could take him into her mouth.
She watched him sleep for a few seconds, her eyes drifting over his naked body and finally settling on his hard cock. She leaned in and breathed his aroma deeply, then opened her mouth and slipped his cock into it, sucking hard as she did.
Steve moaned and rolled his head from side to side, but didn’t wake up. Angie began to move up and down on him, using her tongue to tease his sensitive head, but he still didn’t wake up. She popped it from her lips and looked at him. He was one sound sleeper!
She decided to try a different approach. Still moving carefully, but not so concerned with waking him, she lifted one leg over his torso and poised her now dripping pussy over the tip of his hard cock. If this didn’t wake him up . . .
She lowered herself until his tip pressed into her swollen lips, then lower. She felt his cock slip easily into her moist tunnel and she slowly lowered herself until he was completely inside her. Fuck, he felt good!
She was watching his face when she started, but closed her eyes as the final few inches penetrated her. When she opened them again, Steve was looking up at her, a sleepy smile on his face.
"Hi!" she whispered and leaned over to kiss him, her nipple brushing the skin of his chest.
"Hi," he replied with a soft intake of breath as his cock shifted inside her when she bent over to kiss him. She began to move her body back and forth in a rocking motion, rubbing her clit against him. She kissed him again and his hand went around her back, holding her tightly. Her hips continued their sensual movement, her torso undulating as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.
She pulled her lips from his and let out a little cry. He noticed that her breathing was becoming shallow and recognized it as a sign of her impending climax. She sat up, resting her hands on his chest and continuing to move her hips back and forth. His hands went to her breasts and she closed her eyes, sighing as his fingers teased her hard nipples. She started moving faster, then lifted herself up a few inches before dropping back down on him.
He released her wonderful tits and placed both hands on her hips. She continued to move up and down on him, slamming his cock all the way in each time. Steve helped her by lifting her and pushing her back down again. Angie moaned and increased her tempo. She was so close!
Steve slid his hands up to her back and pulled her down to kiss her again. When their lips touched, Angie felt herself letting go and suddenly pulled her head up, her mouth open and neck muscles straining.
Steve recognized that she was having a very intense orgasm and stopped his thrusts, allowing her to fully enjoy the sensations. He felt her pussy gripping and releasing his cock over and over. She was throwing her head up and down as each wave washed through her. Her long, golden hair flew back, then fell over his chest, tickling his skin. Then she froze for a few seconds before collapsing to his chest, panting for breath.
He held her to him without moving his cock, knowing she became very sensitive to the slightest touch after cumming. She didn’t move for a long time while her hot pussy enveloped him. She shifted slightly, bringing a gasp from her lips and a shudder from her charged body. Finally she lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled down at him, a dreamy and contented look on her face.
"Oh, wow! Did I ever miss that!" she exclaimed, planting a quick kiss on his lips. She moved her body up and realized that he was still very hard. "You didn’t cum?"
He shook his head. "I was too busy watching you," he replied. He didn’t say anything else, but this was kind of new to him, too. Usually he had to fight the urge to cum almost from the time he entered her, and after being apart for so long he expected it to be a short session tonight. But for some unknown reason he didn’t feel so sensitive. Maybe it was because he was tired, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he felt like he could pound her for hours! It still felt great, but the urge to cum wasn’t so strong and he found could easily control it.
He and Angie lay together for a few moments, then she lifted her head and grinned at him. "I could stay like this all night," she whispered. "But you need to cum!" With that, she extracted herself from his hard member and rolled onto her back, her legs wide apart. "Please fuck me again, Steve?"
He looked over at the gorgeous blonde who had just begged him to fuck her and a grin spread across his face. He got up, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her over so her ass was lying at the very edge of the mattress. She was still a little low, so he lifted her by her legs, draping them across his forearms. This lifted her ass from the bed and placed her opening pretty much level with his waiting cock.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "Fuck me!"
He didn’t give her a chance to ask again. He adjusted her legs on his arms, then placed his cock at her swollen lips, and plunged all the way in. Angie gasped as she was once again filled with his manhood, then began to rock her pelvis against his. Steve puled out a bit, then drove back in, causing her to cry out. He continued to drive in and out of her, pulling her body to his as he thrust forward. Their skin slapped together in a steadily increasing rhythm as their speed increased. Soon they were moving so fast that their motions were blurred and the slapping was practically non-stop.
Angie lay back and reveled in the serious fucking Steve was giving her. He had never had this much stamina before and she hoped it wasn’t a one-time thing! A girl could get used to this! She wondered briefly if anyone else in the house could hear them because to her it sounded like they were making enough noise to wake the neighbors! She didn’t give it much thought though. If they got caught, they got caught. This felt too good to stop!
She was feeling the start of another orgasm and closed her eyes, waiting for it to explode within her. Then Steve suddenly slowed and pulled out. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, about to ask why he was stopping. He grabbed her thighs and flipped her over onto her stomach, then pulled her ass up in the air.
"Oh, yeah!" she panted, pushing her ass toward him.
He placed one foot up on the bed beside her and aimed his cock at her pussy. When it touched her lips, he grasped her waist and pulled her back while pushing forward. Angie buried her face in the pillow and cried out as his cock slid all the way into her. He pushed in and out a few times, getting used to the new position, then began his jackhammer-like thrusts. She could feel his heavy balls slapping her pussy every time he slammed into her, increasing her own enjoyment.
The orgasm that had been starting before they change positions quickly resumed its intensity, and in just a few minutes she had her face buried in the pillow again, trying to muffle her cries. She lifted her face and turned to look back at him.
"Oh, shit! I’m gonna cum again!" She dropped her face back into the pillow as Steve increased his thrusts a little more. She felt her body start to tingle, then an almost numbing sensation swept through her just before her second powerful orgasm crashed through her trembling body. She screamed into the pillow, letting all of her emotions out as her body tensed and shook from the force of her orgasm.
Steve drove all the way into her just as her pussy clamped down harder than it ever had before on him, trapping him inside her. He felt her powerful vaginal muscles rippling over his shaft, as if trying to milk the cum from him. He was getting closer and thought he might cum with her, but he could still stop himself. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing if they’d both cum at the same time, but he was curious to see just how long he could go. He felt like a porn star! They had been going at it pretty hard for over half an hour!
He felt Angie relax a little but he didn’t move, allowing her to come down from her orgasmic high a little more. Finally she lifted her head from the pillow and looked back at him. She gave him a look of complete satisfaction, her eyes half closed and a contented smile on her face.
"H . . . holy shit, Steve! What are you doing to me!?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.
He grinned and wiped the sweat from his brow. It had been dripping in his face while he was pounding her and it stung his eyes. "Are you ok?" he asked breathlessly.
She nodded. "If you’re trying to kill me with pleasure, you came very close!"
He chuckled and she felt his cock move inside her. He was still hard! She gave him a questioning look. "You still didn’t cum?"
He shook his head and drove as far into her as he could, then rocked his pelvis from side to side. "No, but I’m getting real close!"
Angie leaned forward and his wet cock slid from her ravaged cunt. She rolled over onto her back, spread her legs, and reached up to him. "Then we aren’t done yet. Come here, baby."
He crawled between her legs and leaned over to kiss her. His cock dangled just over her opening and Angie reached down, grasped it, and guided it into her. Steve lowered himself down, pushing into her warm wetness once again. She began moving her hips in a circular pattern, then pumped a few times before resuming her gentle circular motion. Steve began to move at the same time, her warm pussy rubbing his sensitive head from several different angles.
Before long, he felt the tingle in his balls and knew he was finally going to unload. He released her lips and looked down into her pretty face.
"Oh, yeah! I’m getting closer!"
Angie pulled him to her and kissed him hard, then released him. "Come on! Cum for me! Cum on my face! In my mouth! I want to taste your delicious cum! Come on, baby! Give it to me!"
Her dirty talk was really getting him going and he pulled his throbbing cock from her pussy, then grabbed her hair and pulled her into a sitting position. She ignored his rough treatment, and took his hard shaft in her hand. Actually, she kind of liked him doing that. It really didn’t hurt and it felt so bad!
She looked up at his face as her hand pumped him. He was looking down at her and she pursed her lips.
"Are you gonna cum? Come on, I want it!" She opened her mouth and took his head into it, sucking on it like a lollipop before releasing it. "Feed me your cum, lover! Now!" She opened her mouth wide and aimed his cock at it, still pumping him furiously.
That was all he could take. He threw his head back and groaned as he felt his seed rise and surge through his shaft. It shot out with such a force that it took Angie by surprise, hitting her upper lip and splattering across her cheek. The next shot was more accurate, with most of it landing on her tongue. She continued to jerk him off until his movements relaxed and no more shot out. She once again took it into her mouth and slowly worked her tongue around the head, sucking the last few drops from him before looking up at him and smiling. Strings of cum dripped from her teeth and the streak across her cheek was starting to run downward.
He watched her swallow his load, then she licked her lips and grinned. She reached up and wiped the cum from her face with a finger, then sucked it clean before giving him one more quick suck. She flopped back onto his bed, exhausted, but very satisfied.
Steve lay down next to her. He was panting from both the exertion of their energetic fuck and the incredible orgasm he’d just experienced. His hair was soaked and a sheen of sweat covered his naked body. Angie looked much the same, although her breathing had relaxed somewhat. They turned their heads and grinned at each other.
"W . . . wow!" Steve exclaimed. His mind was still too numb to think of anything else to say. Angie leaned over and kissed him, then lay back, sighing contentedly.
"That was without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had!" she exclaimed, taking his hand.
Steve nodded in agreement. "Y . . . yeah!" was all he managed to say.
They lay there for a few more minutes until Angie pulled herself up to a sitting position. "I better go," she said. "If we fall asleep together, we’re busted. And right now, I could easily pass out!"
Steve watched her get to her feet and pick up her pajama top from the floor. She slipped it on, but didn’t bother to button it. He pushed himself up and reached out for her. He remained sitting because his legs still felt like rubber and he wasn’t sure he could stand. She came over to him and hugged him, pressing his head to her breasts.
"I love you, Steve," she whispered and kissed the top of his head.
He squeezed her tightly and kissed her between her breasts. "I love you, too, Angie."
She released him and reluctantly backed toward the door. "See you in the morning," she said, blowing him a kiss. He smiled and watched as she slipped out the door. He sat there for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts, then he reached over and turned off the lamp before falling back onto the sweat-soaked sheets. He was asleep in seconds.
Chapter 35
About the time Angie was getting a mouthful of Steve’s spunk, her mother was lying back and looking down at Karen’s head between her thighs. She sighed as Karen touched her clit and closed her eyes. Alan was busy fucking Karen doggie-style while she was licking her pussy.
It wasn’t long before she felt the orgasm building within her and she grabbed Karen’s head, holding her in place. Karen began to murmur and moan, and the resulting vibrations were the final push she needed. She let out a small cry and her body tensed as she came, spraying her juices into Karen’s face and mouth. She rolled her head and sighed, moaning and twitching as Karen continued to tease her pussy with her talented tongue. Not even her husband could pleasure her orally as well as Karen could. Of course, they’d been doing it longer than she had known Mark and she had plenty of practice!
Alan watched Cathy cum while his wife licked and sucked on her twat. It was almost enough to push him over the edge, but not until Karen came first. That was a rule he made for himself. She had to be satisfied before he could be. Of course, between Cathy and himself, she’d already had at least two orgasm tonight, but that wasn’t the point.
Cathy moved away from Karen’s tongue, unable to take any more of her stimulation. Alan started moving with more urgency and Karen lowered her head to the sheets.
"Oh, yeah! Don’t stop! I’m cumming!"
He pushed into her a few more times, the force of his thrusts rocking the whole bed. Karen tensed and let out a long, strangled moan. Her body stiffened and her cunt squeezed his cock as she came, her body shaking and shuddering. He paused until she finished, then resumed fucking her, using long, slow strokes.
Karen lifted her head and propped herself up on her elbows. She winked at Cathy, who sat leaning against the headboard, her hand between her legs. She looked back at Alan.
"Ok, your turn!" she said, and started to move her hips in time with him, picking up the pace a little.
Cathy watched for a few seconds, then crawled down and watched Alan’s cock sliding in and out of Karen’s slippery pussy. She looked up at him, then reached out and took his balls in her hand, gently caressing them.
Alan smiled at her and picked up a little more speed. Cathy watched his face for the tell-tale sign he was going to cum. After all this time, she knew his signals almost as well as Mark’s. When he closed his eyes and his face began to contort, she nudged Karen.
Karen quickly pulled free from his cock and turned around. By the time she was in position, Cathy already had Alan’s cock in her mouth. She popped it out and passed it to Karen, who sucked on it like she wanted to suck the cum right from his balls.
Alan moaned at the feel of two hot mouths working on his sensitive rod. If they hadn’t sucked him off earlier, he never would have been able to hold out this long. He felt his cum boiling and looked down at the two beautiful women kneeling before him.
"Oh, shit! Here it comes!"
Karen released his cock and aimed it at her open mouth. Cathy moved in next to her, her mouth also open and waiting. With a loud groan, Alan released a gusher of hot, white cream onto their faces and into their open mouths. Cathy swallowed, then opened her mouth for more. Alan pressed his cock to her lips and more oozed out and into her mouth. Karen also swallowed her treat and wanted more so he moved over to her. She squeezed a little more from him, then took his head into her mouth and sucked it dry. She passed the slowly deflating member to Cathy, who sucked over half of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
Alan was still buzzing from his orgasm and the feel of these two hot mouths working his soon to be limp member. He pulled himself from Cathy’s mouth, then leaned down and kissed both of them. Then he crawled onto the bed between them and they snuggled up to him, kissing each other before lying their heads on his stomach and chest.
Cathy awoke with a start. She was still in bed with Alan and Karen. With a note of panic, thinking she had over-slept, she looked over at the alarm clock and breathed a sigh of relief. Five-thirty. No way Angie or Steve would be up this early.
She carefully extricated herself from under Alan’s arm and got out of their bed. As quietly as she could, she made her way over to where her nightgown lay and started to put it on.
"You can stay a little longer," Karen whispered, lifting her head from Alan’s shoulder.
Cathy smiled. "I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry."
"Come back to bed. The kids won’t be awake for hours."
She shook her head and slipped the straps over her shoulders. "I don’t want to take any chances. I don’t know how I would ever explain this to Angie!" She reached out and grabbed the door handle. "I’ll see you later!" she whispered, then went out and closed the door behind her with a soft click. Karen stared at the closed door for a few seconds, then lay her head back down and was soon asleep again.
. . . continued
