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The Christmas Vacation
by rlfj
Ronnie Mercer leaned forward in the passenger seat of the big Dodge
pickup
and shrugged into her coat. They were getting close to her sister's
house
in the Indianapolis suburbs and it was sure to be a lot chillier than
back
home in Tilghman Island, Maryland. Her husband Frank's coat was tucked
behind the seat, and she pulled that out and set it between them as
well.
It had been a long drive, almost eighteen hours, what with a few bad
stretches of road, and they had been driving almost non-stop. Still,
the
big Dodge Ram was surprisingly spacious and comfortable, even if it
did
guzzle gas like they owned an oil well, and the drive had been smooth
and
easy.
Ronnie's own car was an ancient and battered Chevy Nova, and none of
her
friends could understand why she let her husband buy new pickup trucks
every couple of years while she kept puttering around in her decrepit
relic. They would simply roll their eyes and quip "Boys and their
toys!"
whenever he bought a new one, but it made perfect sense to her. Frank
owned a very successful insurance agency in St. Mary's, so successful
in
fact that Ronnie didn't need to work. Since she only drove the Nova to
go
shopping and around town, she hardly put a hundred miles a week on it.
Whenever they went out together, they would always take Frank's truck.
She smiled in remembrance of the many good times they had had over the
years in various trucks he had owned. She had been amazed at just how
big
and roomy the cab in their first pickup was, remarking once that it
seemed
big enough to put a bed in. Frank had immediately pointed out that
since
they almost always had bench seats, they came with beds already. Later
that evening he had taken her to dinner and then had driven home by a
rather roundabout route, stopping on the side of a deserted road.
Sliding
across the seat to her, Frank had stripped her naked and had fucked
the
living hell out of her. Ever since, whenever they purchased a new
pickup,
they would go out to dinner and then go parking, only now she knew
enough
to leave her panties and bra at home.
For once, he had driven the Nova to work the day before, leaving her
plenty of time to pack the truck with their suitcases and the
Christmas
presents. As soon as Frank came home, they had climbed aboard and
headed
north to the Bay Bridge. Once across the bridge, they had grabbed some
burgers at a McDonald's in Annapolis, then headed west. After dinner,
they
stopped briefly to switch positions, and Frank had dozed for a couple
hours, then they switched back and Frank drove while Ronnie slept.
They
had swapped out every few hours for most of the trip.
Well, almost, thought Ronnie in pleasant reverie. When she woke after
midnight, leaning against a pillow and her balled-up coat, Frank had
smiled and patted the seat next to him, then threw his right arm over
the
seat back. Ronnie unbuckled her seatbelt and slid over next to him,
and
her husband slipped his arm down over her shoulder. Ronnie was not at
all
surprised to find his hand slipping lower, first cupping her tits
through
her Vee-neck sweater, then sliding inside to caress her bra-encased
flesh.
Moving away slightly, she leaned forward and reached behind her back
to
undo the snap on the strapless bra. Pulling it out from under the
sweater,
she had nestled back into his side to allow her husband to play with
her
unencumbered breasts.
Ronnie's big C cup tits were quite aroused when Frank pulled his hand
out
and put it in her lap, to gently paw at the crotch of her
tight-fitting
jeans. Ronnie needed no prompting to immediately unzip her denims and
kick
off her shoes, then to push her jeans and panties off and toss them to
the
floor with her bra. She often thought that one of the most sinfully
delightful aspects of owning a big pickup was that they sat so high
off
the ground, almost nobody could see that her husband was fingering her
naked gash as they drove along. Now, in the dead of night on a mostly
deserted highway, Frank slipped his fingers into her aroused and wet
pussy
and begin to fingerfuck his horny wife to orgasm. Ronnie slipped down
on
the seat, spreading her legs wide, and pushed her sweater above her
breasts, fondling them as Frank slid his fingers into her greasy cunt.
Frank relentlessly attacked his wife's pussy, bringing her to one
orgasm
after another, then pulled his tired fingers out and draped them
around
her heaving shoulders. Ronnie knew perfectly what this was the signal
for,
an immediate blowjob. Twisting around on the seat, she undid her
husband's
pants and pushed them far enough down to see his long and thick cock
pointing at the roof of the cab. 'Horny bastard', she thought, 'He
isn't
even wearing underwear!' She lay down with her head in his lap and
engulfed the monster, as Frank ran his free hand over her naked
backside.
Frank was as excited as she was and it took only a few minutes for her
to
coax the cream she so loved from his engorged root.
Afterwards, Ronnie sat upright again and picked her pants off the
floor of
the cab to get dressed, but Frank had stopped her, telling her to wait
a
bit. He left his limp and wet cock exposed, so Ronnie had reached over
and
began to gently stroke and fondle him to hardness again. She kept him
at a
pleasantly rigid state until they could find a rest stop to pull over
in.
Stopping, Frank had slid across the seat until he was out from under
the
steering wheel. Grasping Ronnie around the waist, he had swung her
onto
his lap facing him, then pushed her down until her sloppy cunt had
slid
onto him. The rest stop was empty except for a couple of long haul
truckers sleeping at the other end of the parking lot, so nobody
noticed
the wildly rocking pickup. Ronnie bounced atop her husband's cock,
screaming as she came, as he pawed and sucked her inflamed nipples
until
he groaned loudly and spewed upwards into her slit. She collapsed onto
his
chest as they gathered their breath, then dressed. They had switched
positions and Frank had fallen into a deep sleep while Ronnie
continued
the drive to Indianapolis.
Now it was the middle of Thursday afternoon, only a few days before
Christmas, and they were rapidly approaching her sister's
neighborhood.
They were planning a two week stay, through New Year's, and both were
wide
awake.
"Sue is really worried about her father-in-law.", said Ronnie.
"Why, what's wrong with him?", asked Frank, driving. "He sick or
something?"
"I thought I told you. His wife, Harry's mom just died a couple of
months
ago."
"No, you didn't say anything, or at least I don't think you did. What
happened?", he asked, looking over at Ronnie curiously.
Ronnie answered, "Cancer, real fast, too. It was just after they came
to
visit us this summer. Right after they got back home, Sue told me that
her
mother-in-law starting feeling sick, and had gone to the doctor.
Within a
few weeks it was diagnosed as pancreatic cancer."
"Couldn't they do anything?"
"According to Sue, Millie hated going to the doctor. It was too late.
By
the time they figured it out, it had metastasized and spread all
throughout. Apparently it was very aggressive, too. She didn't last
six
weeks from the time it was diagnosed.", she replied.
"Shit! They must have been married a long time. How's he holding up?"
"Forty years or so, I guess. You met them at the wedding."
"Yeah, but that was, what, 16, 17 years ago?"
"Seventeen, I suppose. The twins are both sixteen and a half, and
Harry
knocked Sue up during the honeymoon. Besides, you met him at Harry's
funeral, too. Sue's pretty worried about him. She says he's really
depressed. This is the first Christmas he's been alone since they got
married, and that was right out of high school.", said Ronnie.
"Like us, huh? Well, tell Sue to bring him over a lot, or we can all
go
over and visit him. He seemed like a nice enough fellow, from what I
can
remember of him."
Ronnie nodded in agreement with her husband. Reading from the
directions
Sue had provided, Ronnie pointed at a driveway with a mailbox saying
'Mallory'. Frank pulled in and let out a loud blast from the horn to
let
everyone know they had arrived.
***
As the horn sounded, Sue Mallory had been walking down the hallway
from
her bedroom. Looking into her son's bedroom, she was unsurprised to
see
him fucking his twin sister. Ever since the taboo of incest had been
shattered during their summer vacation at her sister's, Harry Junior
was
constantly screwing either Taylor or his mother. Not that Taylor
complained about it, she thought wryly. The little minx simply loved
to
fuck. Her boyfriend was getting it on almost a daily basis, but Taylor
simply enjoyed it so much she did her brother, too.
The evidence that she was doing so now was the simple fact that
although
Harry Junior's clothes were laying around the room, there were none of
Taylor's around. The simple conclusion was that Taylor had walked
naked
into her brother's room and declared an interest in getting it on.
Harry
Junior had a primal urge to screw beautiful blondes with big tits, so
he
promptly had stripped down. Sue could see that they had decided to
assfuck
this afternoon. Taylor's beautiful face was pressed down sideways in
the
pillows with her ass raised high in the air, and her brother's massive
cock was sawing deeply, back and forth, into her rectum. Both teens
were
moaning loudly as Harry Junior grasped her hips and bucked against his
sister.
The pair ignored their mother as she skipped to the window to look
out,
seeing her sister and Frank pull into the driveway. "Jesus, you two,
they're here! Now, come on, knock it off and get dressed. We've got to
help them unload the truck."
"Oh, shit, Mom! I'm so damn close!", groaned her son.
Sue ignored him and asked her daughter. "Have you come yet?"
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming!", moaned Taylor.
"Okay, let's hurry this along." Stepping behind the copulating pair,
Sue
thrust her hands between Harry Junior's thighs, to cup and fondle his
balls and tease his asshole with her fingers.
The response was immediate. Crying out weakly and incoherently, Harry
Junior collapsed on top of his sister's back, his hips churning as he
spewed his come into Taylor's bowels. "Oh God! Oh God!", he cried as
he
drained his balls.
"There, now pull out and get dressed. You don't want them to think
you're
nothing but a pair of horny teenagers, do you?", joked Sue.
"But Mom, we are!", exclaimed Taylor as she twisted out from under her
exhausted brother.
***
Sue opened the door and let her sister and brother-in-law in. The
contrast
between the two women was considerable. Ronnie was 45, although she
looked
younger, was taller, and had short platinum blonde hair. Sue was
nine-and-a-half years younger, and several inches shorter, and had
long
red hair that hung straight to the middle of her back. While both
sisters
were relatively busty, with nice C cup breasts, their faces favored
different parents, and by their looks alone would never be mistaken
for
sisters. Sue wrapped her arms around her sister in an embrace and
kissed
Ronnie on the cheek. She repeated the embrace and kiss with the
gray-haired Frank, then pulled them inside.
Once in the foyer, with the front door closed and away from any
neighbor's
prying eyes, Sue repeated her kisses much more passionately. Both
Ronnie
and Frank were kissed full and hard on the lips, with considerable
tongue,
while hands roamed over bodies already excited by what they knew would
happen during the vacation.
"God, but it's good to see you two! We are going to have so much
fun!",
exclaimed Sue, running one hand over her sister's braless tits and the
other hand over the front of Frank's pants. She could tell Frank had a
massive erection through the stiff fabric.
Frank groaned pleasantly and reached out to grab Sue's tits through
her
blouse. "Right now? Or should we unpack first? Where's the kids?"
The answer was provided by Taylor coming down the stairs to the foyer.
"Unpack first, I want to see what I got for my birthday." The twins
had
just turned 16. Taylor was dressed in a sweatsuit and sneakers, and it
was
obvious from the way her big tits bounced around under the oversized
top
that the sweatsuit was all she wore. "Harry will be down in a moment.
He's
getting dressed. We were assfucking.", she announced,
matter-of-factly.
The adults laughed at the bald statement. Harry Junior arrived at that
moment and was visibly clueless at the source of the laughter, which
only
made it louder. Frank ended it by opening the front door and heading
back
out to his truck, followed by his wife. Sue opened the foyer closet
and
grabbed her coat and her son's, then they headed out to the driveway.
Halfway out the door, he turned and asked his sister, "Well, you going
to
help or not?"
"I'm management, you're labor. Go bring me my presents." She shooed
her
brother along and opened the door wide, then cleared a path to the
Christmas tree in the living room.
It took several trips to unload the fully packed truck bed. The
Mercers
had brought a fair number of suitcases for the two week vacation, and
a
number of large and small boxes filled the rest of the bed. Finally
everything was inside and Taylor had arrayed the presents artistically
around the tree. Harry Junior and Frank carried the suitcases
upstairs,
then returned to overhear Taylor asking excitedly, "Well, which are my
birthday presents?"
Sue laughed. "You greedy little pig! Just for that, you wait 'til
after
dinner."
Taylor made a little moue and complained. "But I'm going out for
dinner,
remember? Billy's taking me out to dinner, then we're going to the
dance.
Harry, too, remember? Come on!"
Sue was laughingly adamant, and her son offered the insight, "Hey,
Taylor,
shit happens."
Sue reached up and rapped her son's head with a knuckle. "Watch your
language, buster."
As the family settled into armchairs and the couch to gossip, Harry
Junior
leaned over to his uncle and whispered, "I can fuck them all I want, I
just can't say it."
Frank smiled and shrugged. "Shit happens.", he whispered back.
The group lounged around talking for a bit longer, then Taylor
announced
she was going to take a shower and get dressed for the dance, the
Christmas Formal. Now that both she and her brother were juniors in
high
school, they could both attend the 'grown up' dances, the Christmas
Formal
and the Prom next Spring. Everyone trooped upstairs, Taylor and Harry
Junior to their rooms to get ready, and Sue leading Frank and Ronnie
to
their bedroom down the hall. It was understood that this was primarily
for
keeping their clothing. Frank and Ronnie would be sleeping with their
hosts.
This started faster than expected when Frank excused himself to go to
the
bathroom. Slipping into the hall bath, he undid his pants and sat down
on
the toilet to take care of business. Just then Taylor slipped in
wearing a
bathrobe. "Don't mind me, I'll be out of here in a minute.", he told
her.
"No problem, I don't mind, Uncle Frank." Taylor replied, removing her
robe
and hanging it on a hook on the back of the bathroom door. She turned
the
water in the tub on and waited for it to warm up before climbing in.
Frank stared at his buxom niece, his cock stiffening at an
uncomfortable
angle into the bowl. "Jesus, Taylor, just how big are those things?",
he
asked, staring at her tits.
She smiled at him and jiggled her breasts wantonly. "A little bigger
than
this summer, 36 DD. You like? I bet you're getting hard. Real stiff,
huh?", she teased.
"God, you're such a little bitch!", he said good-naturedly. He wiped
his
ass then stood and flushed. His eight inches stood out proudly from
under
his flannel shirt.
Taylor laughed and stepped into the shower. "Oh, come on, Uncle Frank.
Don't you need a shower after driving all that way?" She held the
curtain
open invitingly.
Her uncle grinned and removed the rest of his clothes, then stepped in
after her. "You really are a tease, you little bitch.", he said as he
gently cupped her tits and flicked his thumbs over the erect nipples.
He
bent his knees as she raised herself on her toes, then inserted his
erection into her tight but well lubricated cunt. Taylor let out a
breathy
moan of contentment as he pushed her back against the wall and began
to
slowly screw her.
***
Ronnie didn't miss the look of well-fucked contentment on her
husband's
damp face as he came out of the bathroom, his hair slicked down after
his
unplanned shower. "Starting early, are we?", she said with a smile.
"She forced me, I swear!", Frank said with a laugh.
"You horny bastard, you've never been forced in your life!", she
responded
with a laugh. Smiling, she tilted her head up and kissed him. "Go get
dressed, Sue's taking you and me out to dinner after the kids leave."
"Oh?"
"She said that since she didn't know exactly when we were going to
show
up, she didn't plan anything."
"No sweat.", said Frank. "I'll be the guy with the two prettiest
ladies
around. Or is she bringing a friend?"
"Just us, and thank you very much, kind sir.", Ronnie kissed her
husband
again. They were separated as Taylor came out of the bathroom and
Harry
Junior rushed in. "Now go get dressed."
"Fancy or plain?", he asked. "What are you wearing?"
"Medium fancy, jacket and tie. I'm going to wear a sweater and
skirt.",
she told him. Ronnie went down the hall to take a fast shower in Sue's
master bath. Her husband nodded at her retreating backside and went
into
their bedroom to change. He had gone downstairs by the time she had
come
back to dress. Ronnie tossed her balled up clothes aside and put on a
black, calf-length, crushed satin wrap skirt and a cowl necked green
sweater, black thigh high stockings, and black high heels.
Leaving the bedroom, Ronnie walked down the hall towards the stairs,
then
a mischievous grin split her face. Stopping, she turned and opened the
door to Harry Junior's room, to find her nephew finishing with his
tie.
Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it up and off. Facing him
topless, she said, "Pull that horse cock out and let me take the edge
off."
Her nephew grinned broadly and unzipped his pants. "Great!", he
exclaimed.
His nine inches filled out rapidly as he stared at his aunt's rack.
"You
have a really nice set of tits, Aunt Ronnie!", he told her as he sat
on
his bed.
Ronnie crawled onto the bed next to him and positioned herself with
his
face in his lap. "Thank you, honey." Then she engulfed his cock with
her
lips and began rapidly bobbing her head into his crotch. Harry Junior
slid
a hand under her dress and began to finger her bare clit, bringing his
aunt to orgasm shortly after he came in her mouth. They both stood and
resumed dressing, then walked hand-in-hand downstairs.
Frank looked at his wife curiously. "What's sauce for the goose is
sauce
for the gander, and vice versa.", she told him quietly.
Just then the doorbell rang and Frank, being closest, opened the door
to
find a gangly teen at the door. The boy looked curiously at the
unexpected
greeter. "Uh, is Taylor ready?", he asked, looking around.
"Damn good question, young man. Come on in and let's find out.", said
Frank. "I'm Taylor's Uncle Frank." He shook the teen's hand.
The others came to the foyer from the living room. Taylor had on a
very
sophisticated ankle-length brown velvet halter dress. Joining them,
she
made the introductions. "Billy, this is my Uncle Frank and my Aunt
Ronnie.
They're visiting us for the holidays. Uncle Frank and Aunt Ronnie,
this is
Billy Worley." They talked briefly then Billy hustled his date out the
door, followed by Harry Junior. He climbed into his mother's Taurus
and
took off.
"I guess we're driving?", commented Frank.
"Sorry, Frank, I should have warned you.", said Sue. She had worn a
backless green dress with a flirty knee-length hem, sheer nude
stockings,
and green high heels.
Frank helped the ladies into their coats. "No biggie. You tell me
where to
go. I've got my second wind, anyway."
Sue and Ronnie snorted in derision at the announcement.
***
Dinner was at a local steak house. Frank said, over the appetizer, "I
can't believe the size of your house, Sue. I mean, I know I saw it
before,
back when we laid Harry to rest, but I didn't really look it over.
It's
huge!" Ronnie nodded in agreement.
"We only bought it a couple of years before that. It's only eight or
nine
years old. Harry was really doing well at his company right before the
end, and wanted to move up. We even had to delay the closing a week to
travel to Baltimore for Mom and Dad's funeral." Ronnie nodded in
understanding. Their parents had died in an auto crash four years ago.
"Well, at the time it was pretty steep. That's why I took that job as
a
receptionist."
"Still, five bedrooms! The payments must be killing you. I don't know
what
they pay receptionists here, but in Baltimore you couldn't begin to
make
the mortgage.", he said.
"No payments. Harry had life insurance on the mortgage. Same for the
cars.
I did get rid of one of them. I'll probably trade-in the Taurus this
year."
Frank got an odd look on his face. "Harry took out the life insurance
on
his loans, huh? All of them? Credit cards, too?"
Sue nodded. "Everything. It was like he knew he was about to check
out. We
had money coming in from everywhere after the funeral. I really only
work
to pay grocery bills and such, and to keep busy. He really left us
well
off. Why?"
"Well, he probably did know.", her brother-in-law said.
"What do you mean?", asked his wife.
Frank didn't answer immediately. "Did Harry travel much for his
company?"
Sue answered, "Sure, some, not much though, why? What's that got to do
with his insurance?"
"Well, I'm just speculating, is all, but I would bet that one of those
trips had nothing to do with the company. I'm betting that a few years
before he died, he had some kind of problem with his heart, pain, a
mild
heart attack, something like that. So Harry, who always struck me as a
really bright guy, decided to find out just how bad things were. He
took a
'business trip' somewhere there was a big name brand hospital with a
name
brand heart specialist, and a pocketful of cash. He gave them a fake
name
and Social Security number and had a full work-up done. My bet, the
specialist told him he was a ticking time bomb with a very short
clock. So
Harry, who as I said, was very bright, went out and did the best he
could
by his family in the short time he had left. He bought a new house,
ran up
the credit cards, took out loans, and got a ton of cheap term life
insurance.", Frank said analytically.
"Jesus, Frank, you sound like a fucking insurance salesman!",
protested
his wife disgustedly.
Sue surprised her by patting Frank's hand. "I think you're right,
Frank.
We had insurance checks coming out of the woodwork after he died. I'd
have
preferred my husband, though. If he knew just how bad he was, couldn't
he
have gotten on the list for a heart transplant or something?"
Frank shrugged. "I don't know, maybe. Maybe the problem was too
serious,
or not serious enough at the time, or he was a lousy candidate, or
something. We'll never know, now. I'd have liked to have him around,
too.
He knew some great dirty jokes." Frank smiled at this. "To change the
subject, how's Harry's Dad doing? Ronnie told me about your
mother-in-law."
"I don't know, all right, I guess. He just kind of sits around the
house.
He's very depressed. They were very close. I'm sort of worried about
him.
I was planning on going over there tomorrow afternoon, if you don't
mind.", she admitted.
"Nonsense, don't worry about us. I'll go with you. Frank can watch the
kids.", replied Ronnie.
"Sure, hell, invite him over! Maybe he needs to get out of the house a
bit.", agreed Frank.
After dinner, the trio declined coffee and dessert, deciding on coffee
and
brandy back home. Once they got inside, Ronnie and Sue headed to the
kitchen, sending Frank to the library to start the gas fireplace up.
Sue
started a pot of coffee brewing as her sister set cups and saucers on
a
tray.
"So, are Taylor and her boyfriend a real item?", asked Ronnie.
Sue rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "God, I don't know. They seem to
think
so, anyway. They say it's true love. Or lust anyway, there's nothing
that
you, me, or Frank can teach them about that, anyway."
Ronnie giggled. "What's the phrase? Sexually active, are they?"
"Hyperactive, if you ask me. They spend more time screwing than Harry
and
I did on our honeymoon!"
"And she still finds time to take care of you and Harry Junior, too?
Busy
girl!", said Ronnie.
"Well, we have a rule about that, no fucking until after their
homework's
done. I suspect they break that rule between the time they get home
from
school and the time I get home from the office, but I haven't caught
them
yet. And they have to sleep in their own beds, no all night family
gropes
on school nights."
"Weekends only?", laughed Ronnie.
"Holidays, too.", giggled her sister.
"And what about you?", asked Ronnie as Sue poured the coffee into an
insulated carafe. "You getting any action these days from a guy other
than
your son?"
Sue blushed as she answered, "Some, some. Nobody special, but one of
the
girls at the office and I usually go out once a week and hit the bars.
I
get around."
The pair went through the living room and down the hall to the
library.
Frank had the gas log going cheerfully and was sitting on the rug in
front
of it, lounging against the coffee table. He had tossed his jacket
aside
and had removed his shoes, his tie was down and he had unbuttoned the
top
button on his shirt as well. The sisters set down the coffee and
service,
and Sue pulled a half-empty bottle of brandy out of a sideboard. She
settled to the floor facing the others and handed the bottle to Frank,
then served the coffee. Frank added a generous dollop of brandy to
each
and they settled back.
"So, why the library and not the living room?", he asked.
"Well, I don't know when the kids will be back, and I didn't want them
to
think we were waiting up for them." As she said this, Sue tucked her
legs
under herself. In the process, the hem of her dress climbed well up
her
thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings.
Frank smiled at the sight and looked at the two women over the brim of
his
coffee cup, sipping the sweet brew. His wife matched Sue's movements,
causing the wrap skirt to open above her stocking tops as well. "And
that
way, they don't walk in on something that might shock their friends,
hmmm?"
Sue smiled, and adjusted her posture slightly, raising her hem even
further. "Perhaps. I don't think that would be a problem with Harry
Junior, since he'll be driving his date home eventually, but Billy
will
probably come in for his post-date hummer, and it would probably shock
the
hell out of him."
Her sister laughed loudly, then set her cup aside and untied her
skirt,
tossing it aside. Her bald-shaved cunt glowed in the firelight.
Frank eyed his wife appreciatively. "I don't know about him, he just
doesn't seem like her type. He seems like such a, I don't know, a
geek, I
guess!" He pulled his tie off and tossed it on top of his jacket.
"Oh, he is, he is!", said a laughing Sue. She reached behind her back
and
unzipped her dress, then pulled it off to sit wearing only her
stockings
and heels. Ronnie followed suit, pulling her sweater over her head.
"Still, he is a very nice boy, and very sweet, and very smart, too. I
don't know. I was eighteen when I met her father, and you two were
younger
than they are when you met. Maybe there's something in the genes,
saying
find your mate early. They're so much like the ugly duckling falling
in
love with the swan, it's almost funny. Still, I think he's good for
her.
When she's with him, she's calmer, more settled down, she focuses and
concentrates better. Would you believe that her grades have actually
improved, not dropped?"
"What about him?", asked her sister. "What's his mother say?"
"Well, I've known Janice for years now, and she's as mystified as I
am.
However, she thinks that she's brought him out of his shell, so to
speak.
He walks taller, holds his head higher, seems more confident and
outgoing.
I think she suspects they're screwing around, but doesn't want to
interfere, either." Sue shrugged as she reached for Frank's shirt.
"Maybe
it really is true love. Who knows?"
Frank allowed the women to begin unbuttoning his shirt. "Are young
Harry
and his lady-friend an item, too?" He allowed Sue and Ronnie to peel
off
his shirt, then stretched out as they began to work on his pants.
"No, Harry has taken up a new hobby, the cheerleading squad. He seems
intent on working his way through as many as he can." Sue pulled
Frank's
pants and shorts down and off, and Ronnie pulled her husband's socks
off.
"A man should have a goal in life. He's going to have a big surprise
if he
does go to the Naval Academy like his dad. The cheerleaders there
shave.",
Frank said.
As Ronnie began to stroke and fondle her husband's erect cock, Sue
spread
her legs wide, showing her clean-shaven snatch. "What makes you think
the
ones here don't shave, too?"
***
Taylor smiled to herself as Billy drove through the darkened streets
to
his house. His mother had made them drive over to the house before
dinner
so she could take pictures of them together. His parents had divorced
years ago, and now it was simply the two of them. She worked the
graveyard
shift, 11 to 7, to pick up the shift differential, and had cadged a
ride
with a friend to work. She and Taylor would have the house to
themselves
for hours.
They had been dating since the Spring Dance. They had known each other
since first grade and had always been friends, but never more than
that,
and Taylor had never suspected that anything more would ever occur.
Billy
was almost a year older than her, and they didn't really travel in the
same circles even though both were in the same grade. When he had
gotten
his license at sixteen, his mother had told him that he could start
dating. When he had asked, with considerable confusion, "Who?", Janice
Worley had suggested he ask a friend like Taylor to the Spring Dance.
Afterwards, Billy had confessed to Taylor that the second bravest
thing he
ever did in his entire life was when he had finally gotten up the
courage
to ask her. To his amazement and surprise, Taylor had agreed. She had
replied after he admitted his terror at a possible rejection, "Why
would I
have said 'No'? You're my friend."
Everything had gone quite normally for what was the first date for
either
teen, in other words, quite poorly. They had both been incredibly
nervous,
and both managed to trip, stumble, and spill their way through the
evening. However, towards the end of the evening, Billy managed to
work up
the nerve to hold Taylor's hand, and sparks flew like static
electricity.
Simply holding her hand in his felt so wonderful that they both forgot
their earlier gaffes and concentrated on each other. When he walked
her to
her door, Billy did the bravest thing in his young life, and kissed
Taylor.
Taylor lost her soul in that kiss, gaining Billy's in exchange. She
had no
idea how long they kissed or when she went inside or even how she made
it
to her room. The next morning her mother and brother found her staring
dreamily out the bedroom window, still dressed for the dance. Within
days
the pair had become lovers.
Neither she nor Billy were stupid or na‹ve, and they knew that high
school
loves rarely lasted, but both thought that this was something far, far
more than a simple high school love. They were so different it was
almost
comical, the beautiful and popular cheerleader dating the centerfold
for
'Geek Monthly'. She was a card carrying charter member of the 'In
Crowd'
at school and Billy was a member of the Computer Club. When a few
so-called friends told her to dump the loser, she told them that if
the
choice was Billy or them, she chose Billy. Her real friends shrugged
their
shoulders, mystified, but welcomed the shy boy into their group.
Billy's
friends, on the other hand, couldn't believe the luck that one of
their
own had, and immediately began asking other cheerleaders out, all to
no
avail. Secretly the two began planning their future. Billy planned on
MIT,
Taylor on a nearby state college---.
The busty young blonde had been tormenting her date for hours. Shortly
after they had arrived at the dance, she had whispered to him, "I'm
not
wearing any panties.", and had been delighted at how he had started
and
stared at her. From then on until the end of the evening, every ten or
fifteen minutes, she had whispered erotic torments to him. When they
started dancing slowly and his hands brushed her ass, Taylor had said,
"I'm not wearing pantyhose, just stockings." For the rest of the night
it
was more of the same. "Your cock feels so hard pressed against my
pussy."
"I'm so horny, my pussy juice is running down my thighs." "Do you like
my
dress, Billy? I was worried that people might see my nipples through
the
fabric." "Please, Billy, don't get so excited you come in your pants.
I'd
rather swallow it."
Billy was in a state of constant agitation. He repeatedly offered to
take
her home immediately and relieve her distress, but Taylor kept
declining,
saying she wanted to stay to the end. She rubbed her body against his
seductively, feeling his hard young cock threatening to tear through
his
zipper. At one point, he exclaimed to her that she needed a good
spanking,
to which she sweetly batted her eyes and said, "Oh, please Billy,
please
spank me. Pull my dress off and spank my bare bottom. I get so tingly
and
wet just thinking about that. It makes me want to come!" He had simply
groaned with frustration and rolled his eyes to heaven for relief.
Now Billy's relief was momentary. He pulled into the driveway and
rushed
around the car, almost tearing the door off the hinges to let her out,
then hustled her through the winter cold into the house. Leading
Taylor to
the family room in the basement, he grabbed her and pulled her to him.
Taylor wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him,
kissing
him deeply as their tongues dueled. Behind her back, Billy unzipped
her
dress and untied the halter top. Pushing her away slightly, he stepped
back to watch the brown velvet to slide down her body and pool at her
feet. He stepped back a few feet more and feasted in the sight of her
standing there naked but for her thigh length stockings and
ankle-strapped
high heels.
"God, you are so beautiful!", he said.
"Do you like the stockings? I've never worn anything like this before.
I
was so worried they'd fall down, or something."
"I love them! I've never seen anything so sexy. I wish I could take a
photo of you just like you are!", Billy exclaimed.
Taylor laughed and did a small pirouette. "Not on your life, Billy
Worley!
It's one thing to make a screensaver from that picture of me in a
bikini
this summer. I do not need pictures of me in this getup out on the
Internet." She came closer and he wrapped his arms around her. "You
really
like it?"
"I really do. Promise me you'll do this more often."
"Promise. Too bad I won't be able to wear these with a miniskirt.
Everybody would see!"
"So what? After what you've been doing to me tonight, I think that
would
be poetic justice."
She batted her eyes at him and said, "Why Billy, whatever could you
mean?"
Her date's response was immediate. Clamping his hands on her
shoulders,
Billy pressed Taylor to her knees, then ripped his pants and shorts
down
his thighs. His average size cock was pointed directly at her face,
and
Taylor promptly opened her mouth to give her love some relief. Billy
lasted only a few minutes before he wrapped his hands in her hair and
began bucking his hips forward, moaning as he came in her mouth.
Taylor
licked her lips and smiled at him, then crawled to the couch and
reclined
on it, spreading her legs and idly playing with her shaved clit. Billy
set
a new world speed record in undressing and climbed onto the couch with
her. By the time he crawled between her outstretched legs, he was
stiff
again.
Taylor guided his dick into her slickly tight pussy, then wrapped her
nylon encased legs around his waist. "Oh, Billy, I love you!", she
moaned
into his ear.
Billy began to pound his cock into Taylor's pussy. "I love you, too,
Taylor, I love you, too!"
***
Harry Junior was not in love, but in lust. His date was the third
cheerleader he had dated since the start of the school year, and he
had
scored with both of the others. Tonight he planned on going three for
three, and Cindy Marks was going along with the program
enthusiastically.
A tall, slim, and leggy brunette, she had worn a classic 'Little Black
Dress' with an almost microscopic hemline to the dance. Afterwards,
they
had driven to a well-known Lover's Lane, a side road to a nearby
industrial park. She had climbed into the back seat of the Taurus
eagerly,
followed by her date, who left the car engine running to keep them
warm.
"Oh, Harry, it's so big!", Cindy exclaimed as she pulled his engorged
cock
out of his unzipped pants. Harry Junior was sitting upright against
the
side of the car while she laid down as best she could, her head in his
lap, staring at his erection. Gingerly, Cindy stuck her tongue out and
licked the shaft. "God, Harry, I'll never get this in my mouth.", she
said
worriedly.
Harry Junior stroked her hair gently and smiled down at her fondly.
"Go
ahead, honey, try. You don't have to swallow the whole thing. Just
suck on
the end and jack me off, okay?" Harry Junior began to rub his hands
over
Cindy's outstretched body. He deftly unzipped the back of her dress
and
undid the clasp on her strapless bra, a maneuver he had practiced
frequently on his mother, his sister, and the last two cheerleaders.
Cindy moaned as her body responded to Harry Junior's fingers. Closing
her
eyes, she opened her mouth and stuffed an inch, and then another inch,
of
his throbbing organ between her lips. Harry Junior began to moan as
well
as she began to suck his cockhead and jerk on his cockshaft, and moved
his
hand down to the hem of her dress, now around her hips. Sliding his
fingers along her belly, he pushed his hand inside her pantyhose and
into
her panties, to begin fingering the silky down around her pussy. Cindy
cried out in pleasure, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth, and
went into overdrive, sucking in another couple of inches and jacking
furiously. She was rewarded with the salty-sweet taste that told her
she
had pleased a man.
Afterwards, as the pair's breathing slowed, Harry Junior pulled her
onto
his lap and began to kiss and neck with her. Cindy kicked off her
high-heeled pumps as Harry Junior pushed her hose and panties down and
off
her legs, then lifted her arms as he pulled her dress off. Cindy
helped
Harry Junior to position her straddling his lap, then lowered herself
onto
him, impaling her cunt on his revitalized dick. "Fuck me, Harry, fuck
me!
Come in my pussy!", she cried as she bounced atop him while Harry
Junior
sucked her pointy nipples.
Frank, Sue, and Ronnie had all retired to Sue's bedroom by the time
the
kids came home. Harry Junior had come in first and had promptly
retired to
his room, stripping off his clothes and crashing asleep, still wearing
his
jism encrusted briefs. When Billy brought Taylor home several hours
later,
as her mother had predicted, she brought Billy into the foyer and then
knelt at his feet to give him a post-date blowjob. She crawled into
her
bed naked and slept soundly.
The older generation had enjoyed a pleasant evening screwing in front
of
the gas fireplace. Once the ladies had stripped Frank down, they had
licked his cock teasingly, then Sue had climbed on top, straddling his
waist and stuffing the oversized organ into her dripping cunt. While
she
rocked on his cock, her sister had faced her, sitting on her husband's
face while he ate her to orgasm. It wasn't long until the three of
them
came, Frank's grunts muffled by Ronnie's muffin and Sue screaming with
pleasure.
Afterwards, Ronnie positioned herself above Sue in a sixty-nine
position
and began to eat Frank's come, now running out of Sue's sloppy pussy.
Frank watched briefly, then moved behind his wife. Sue was delighted
to
see his stiff dick slip in between her face and her sister's cunt and
nibbled it before slipping it into Ronnie's neglected pussy. She
greedily
the lapped up the come that showered down on her when he came. The
threesome took a small break for more coffee and brandy, then resumed
for
a third fuck, this time with Sue on top of Ronnie. When Frank moved to
fuck Sue, Ronnie held her asscheeks open, and Frank did his
sister-in-law
in the ass, slowly at first, but quickly gaining momentum. Finally,
after
he blew his load into Sue's bowels, the three of them wearily gathered
their clothes and went to bed.
The next morning bowed in bright and sunny, but very cold and
blustery.
Frank awoke first, to find himself sandwiched between the sisters.
Turning
towards Sue, he burrowed against her under the covers, rubbing his
cock
against her bare ass. Sue responded sleepily, and Frank lifted her leg
and
slipped into her from behind. Lying like that, he began to gently push
into her, then slowly pull out, a slow motion pistoning. Sue responded
by
clamping her legs together, increasing the friction on his intruder,
moaning quietly when he came. Satisfied, she slipped out of bed and
went
into the bathroom.
These early morning antics had not gone unnoticed by Ronnie. Once her
husband had turned back and collapsed into the pillows, she had
wrapped an
arm around his chest and kissed him 'Good Morning!' Slipping a hand
under
the covers, she fondled his come-covered manhood back to full
strength,
then slid on top of him. Frank pushed her down his torso as Ronnie
spread
her legs. His cock slipped easily into her excited pussy, and she
squirmed
around until he came again. Ronnie climbed off and went into the
bathroom
as Sue left, dressed.
"Bacon and eggs sound okay?", she asked. Ronnie and Frank agreed and
Sue
left. As she passed her children's bedrooms she could hear snores
coming
from behind the closed doors. She knocked on each in turn, announcing
breakfast, then went downstairs. Neither teen woke, and both slept
through
breakfast.
They were awake by lunch, after which Sue and Ronnie left to visit
Sue's
father-in-law. They found him sitting in an armchair in the living
room,
staring at a blank television screen, a half-empty bottle of Scotch
open
beside him. Worried, the sisters made him lunch and put away the
booze,
then sat with him and talked for awhile. Both were secretly relieved
when
he fell asleep on the couch. They covered him with a comforter and
decided
to come back the next day.
They arrived home in time for the dinner which Frank was making. They
had
little doubt that Taylor had entertained her brother and uncle
incestuously while they were out. The buxom girl was wearing loose
sweatpants and a zip-up sweatshirt. The zipper was mostly down, and
her
lack of a bra was obvious to all. Mostly, though, everyone had a
well-fucked look on their faces.
After dinner and dessert, the family settled into the living room.
Doors
were locked and blinds were pilled closed, then Frank and Ronnie
brought
out some special presents for their kin. Pulling a small box out of
the
closet, Ronnie reached in and handed small wrapped boxes to the
others.
"I thought we were waiting for Christmas morning to exchange
presents?",
asked Sue, staring at her long and thin package curiously.
"These might be more appropriate for the evening.", Ronnie said
opaquely.
Sue shrugged and began to open her present. Taylor simply ripped the
wrapping paper from hers, shouting, "Cool! Thanks, Aunt Ronnie. Every
girl
needs one of these!" Sue looked up from her present to see her
daughter
opening a long and narrow box. A sizable vibrator slipped into her
lap.
She began laughing immediately. "Oh, shit, Ronnie, I should have
known!"
Without further prompting, she tore the paper from her own package, to
find another dildo, this one almost two feet in length and
double-headed.
"Oh, fuck me!", she exclaimed.
Harry Junior was mystified. His package was smaller and he couldn't
conceive of using a vibrator. Opening it, he found a small egg on a
pedestal and a hand-held switch. Looking at his uncle, he asked, "What
in
the world is this, Uncle Frank?"
Frank reached over and took the switch away. When he flicked it on,
the
egg began vibrating gently in Harry Junior's hand. "That, my boy, is a
remote controlled anal vibrator. You stick that up a girl's ass, then
take
her out. You keep the control in your pocket, then every once in
awhile,
you flip the switch. Drives them absolutely nuts!", he proclaimed.
"Goose
your girlfriend that a way a few times, and she'll be raping you, not
the
other way around.", he promised.
"No shit?", asked his awestruck nephew.
"No shit."
The two men looked up from the toy to find the women had already begun
experimenting. Taylor had slipped off her sweatpants and stuffed the
vibrator up her pussy, and a hum emanated from her cunt. The stiffly
protruding nipples on the heaving tits jutting out of her opened top
spoke
far more eloquently of her arousal than the moans she was making.
Meanwhile, on the floor, Sue had peeled off her clothes and had
stuffed
one end of the double dong into her cunt. Ronnie undressed and then
crawled between her sister's outstretched legs. Laying back, she had
put
the other end into her own cunt, then the two had squirmed closer,
pushing
the dildo deep inside each other. They both put their hands to their
cunts
and began playing with their clitties as they writhed on the carpet.
Frank rooted through the box a bit longer, which Harry Junior could
now
see was full of videotape boxes. Finding one he wanted, Frank handed
it to
the younger man, saying, "Here, turn on the TV and put this on."
"Is this a new one?", asked Harry Junior. One of the biggest surprises
to
come out of their summer vacation was the discovery that Aunt Ronnie
and
Uncle Frank were swingers, wife swappers. They often videotaped
getting
together with another couple.
Frank began removing his own clothes. "Yeah, we made it last month.
You'll
love it, she's got the biggest damn hooters you've ever seen."
Harry Junior slipped the tape into the VCR and turned on the
television.
"Bigger than Taylor's?", he asked as he disrobed as well.
"Yeah, bigger." Frank slid across the couch next to Taylor and took
the
vibrator from her hands. "Here baby, let me do that. You take care of
me."
The half-dazed teen slid down on the couch, putting her face into her
uncle's crotch, taking him into her mouth. "Harry, take that egg and
stick
it up your mother's ass and turn it on.", he ordered.
Eager to join the orgy, Harry Junior did just that. Stepping over the
cavorting women, he grabbed up the anal vibrator and knelt next to his
mother and aunt. Ronnie told him to lube it up with cunt juice, then
twisted around to let the teen slip it into Sue's rectum. Sue moaned
as it
slid into place, then moaned louder when he flipped it on. Ronnie
simply
opened her mouth wide and motioned for Harry Junior to come closer. He
crawled over and knelt as she grabbed his cock and inhaled it.
The rest of the night passed similarly. Whenever one of the women
wasn't
getting fucked by Frank or Harry Junior, they were using the toys to
get
themselves off. The guys kept swapping out videotapes, some of which
were
swap tapes and others mini-movies of Frank and Ronnie getting it on.
The
final act, well after midnight, was Frank laying on his back and
pulling
Sue on top. Telling his nephew it was time to make a sandwich, he
grabbed
Sue's asscheeks and spread them apart. Her son knelt behind her and
stuffed his stiff cock up the ass that the vibrator and Frank's cock
had
already prepared, and the pair fucked her into delirious
unconsciousness
before coming. Separating afterwards, Frank had slept in Taylor's bed
with
her, while Sue crawled to her bedroom followed by her son and sister.
***
The entire family slept late, completely fucked out by the previous
night's orgy. After lunch, Sue and Ronnie returned to Sue's
father-in-law's house to check on the man. They were shocked to see
his
condition. The meal they had left on the counter was cold and uneaten,
the
house was, if possible, messier than they had left it, but worst of
all
was the condition of Jim Mallory. He had found the half-empty bottle
of
Scotch and finished it off, and was seated at the dining room table.
Another bottle was open next to him, and he was cleaning a large
pistol.
It was an ominous foretaste of the future.
"Hi, Dad, what's up?", asked Sue cautiously, sliding into the room. To
her
sister, she whispered, "Get Frank and the kids over here now!" Ronnie
simply nodded, eyes wide, and slipped into the kitchen.
"Nothing much.", slurred Jim. "Just cleaning my Colt. Want a drink?"
Sue sat down at the table next to him. "Maybe later, Dad. Frank's
bringing
the kids over for a bit. Maybe I ought to put this away for awhile,
Dad."
She slowly reached out and took the gun from his shaky hands.
Jim took another swig from the bottle and set it aside. "I can take
care
of my own gun, thank you." He tried to pull the pistol away, but Sue
set
it behind her on the buffet. "What the hell's wrong with you, Sue?
I've
owned guns all my life!", he exclaimed.
"Daddy, I think you might be better staying over at our place for a
few
days, maybe until after the holidays. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
You
can share Christmas with your grandchildren, all right?", she asked
fearfully.
Jim stared at her blearily. "What in the world are you talking about,
Angel?"
Sue capped the bottle and set it aside as well. She could hear her
sister
hanging up and knew that in just a few minutes the cavalry would be
coming. "Dad, I don't think it's such a good idea for you to be alone
right now. I want you to come stay with us for a bit."
"Hell, I can take care of myself!", he protested.
"No, Dad, you can't!", she told him. "Dad, you're sitting here
drinking
and playing with a gun. You're not eating and you're not taking care
of
yourself. I'm not stupid, I know what's going on. I buried Harry four
years ago, my folks two years ago, and Millie three months ago. I will
be
damned it I go through this all over again at Christmas!" Tears were
pouring from her eyes. Behind her, Ronnie picked the gun off the
buffet
and carried it into the kitchen. "You're not having an 'accident'
while I
can help it! You're staying with us!"
Jim stared at his daughter-in-law wildly. "You think...what...you
think
I'd, I'd...I'd never..."
"I don't care, Dad. You've got two choices, you either come home with
us
or I call the cops and an ambulance and take you someplace else. Is
that
where you want to spend Christmas?"
"You wouldn't dare!", he roared.
"Try me, Dad, try me!"
***
Taylor was finishing off her uncle when the phone rang. Her brother
was
seated on the couch next to Frank, and both had their pants around
their
ankles. Taylor was topless, her blouse and bra tossed aside, and she
knelt
between Frank's legs, licking his drained balls. She had sucked off
Harry
Junior first, and he was idly stroking himself back to rigidity,
contemplating pulling his sister's jeans down and screwing her.
The telephone interrupted his concentration. Standing, he pulled his
pants
up and went to the kitchen to answer it. "It's for you, Uncle Frank.
It's
Aunt Ronnie."
Frank gently pushed Taylor away and stood, pulling his own pants back
on.
He took the phone and listened briefly, then returned to the living
room
to find Harry unzipping a second time. "Knock it off, you two. We have
to
go over to your grandfather's. Hurry up and get dressed."
"Aw, come on, Uncle Frank, I need some cock!", whined Taylor.
Frank tucked in his shirttails. "I said, knock it off!", he replied
sharply. "Get dressed, now!"
Startled, the teens put their clothing back on. Frank hustled them to
the
foyer, where they grabbed their coats and left.
"What's going on, Uncle Frank?", asked his nephew, directing him
through
the suburb.
Frank was quiet for a moment, then spoke up. "Your mother and Ronnie
are
pretty worried about your grandfather. He's been pretty depressed
since
your grandmother died, and they want him to come stay with you guys
until
after the holidays. I gather they found him drinking and fooling
around
with a gun."
Taylor gasped, and her brother yelled, "What!!!"
"Look, I don't know the whole story, but I can tell you this,
Christmas is
one of the prime seasons for suicide. Now, I'm not saying that your
grandfather would do that, but they seem pretty nervous, so we're
going
over there."
"But why?", asked Taylor.
"He just lost his wife, and he's lonely. Like I said, he's depressed,
and
he's probably not thinking too straight just now. We pick him up and
take
him home, and keep an eye on him for a bit, okay. It'll probably blow
over.", he said with a shrug.
When the trio pulled into the driveway, they found the front door
being
held open by Ronnie. In a low voice, she explained what was happening.
Directing her husband to the dining room, she took the kids upstairs
to
help pack.
Frank settled into a dining room chair opposite from Sue, next to Jim.
The
older man was slumped over the table, crying incoherently. He reached
across the table to hold Sue's hand; she, too, was crying. Frank took
the
keys to the gun cabinet from Jim's hand. Silently he locked the pistol
back in the cabinet and pocketed the keys, then cleaned up the debris
from
the drinking bout.
Ten minutes later, his wife and the teens lugged several suitcases
down
the stairs. Standing, he helped Jim to his feet, and he and Sue guided
him
to the Taurus. Jim was placed reclining in the back. Ronnie drove her
sister and Jim home, followed by the others. They put Jim to bed in
the
last spare bedroom and went back downstairs.
"Listen guys, I know this puts a crimp in our plans, but we've got to
make
this work.", said Sue. "I don't know if Granddad really would have
done
something stupid or not, but he's in no shape to be by himself right
now."
"Jesus, Sue, don't sweat it. I don't need something like that on my
conscience, either.", exclaimed Frank. The others chimed in with their
agreements.
"Okay, then, some ground rules. Somebody stays in the house with Jim
all
the time. He goes out, somebody goes with him. No exceptions! You want
to
fuck around, fine, but lock the doors and keep it down. I don't think
he's
ready to know about how we spent our summer vacation just yet.", said
Sue.
"Any questions?"
"You got any guns around here?", asked Frank.
"No."
"Okay, fine, then put the booze under lock and key. We've got to sober
the
man up. Does he have a drinking problem?"
Sue shook her head negatively. "No, but he has been drinking more than
usual since Millie died, a lot more lately. Unless these two have a
secret
stash somewhere, the liquor is all in the den, but the bar doesn't
have a
lock."
"So we keep an eye on things. Listen, go lie down and take a nap.
Ronnie,
go with her. Me and the kids will sort things out down here and get a
light dinner ready for when he does wake up. He might be out for a
while."
Ronnie followed her sister up and down the hall. Inside, she locked
the
door and turned back the covers. Sue allowed her sister to help her
undress, then climbed into the bed. Ronnie stripped naked also, and
climbed in after her, but Sue was too tired and worried by her
father-in-law's actions to take any interest in the foreplay Ronnie
attempted. She fell asleep cuddled in Ronnie's arms under the covers.
Ronnie followed suit.
***
The next few days passed quietly for the Mallorys and Mercers. Sue and
the
twins slept in their own beds that first night. Frank sprawled out on
the
couch in the living room with a quilt covering him, ready in case Jim
woke
and came downstairs.
After he had settled down, his wife came down wearing a lacy satin
robe
and peignoir set. She crawled in under the quilt with him. Kissing him
lightly on the lips, she snuggled against him. "Mind if I keep you
company?", she asked.
"No, fine by me. I don't think this is what you planned on, honey.
Sorry
we came?", he asked.
"No. Maybe this is the true meaning of Christmas, Frank, helping your
loved ones, no matter what. This is family." Ronnie pushed at a shirt
button that was digging into her breast. Frank responded, his cock
thickening and lengthening, and he ran his hands under the quilt to
cup
her ass, warm under the silky fabric. Ronnie giggled and undid his
shirt.
"Frank, I think you'd try to screw me at the Second Coming!"
"Why do you think they call it the Second Coming?", he asked.
Ronnie undid the buttons on her husband's shirt and unzipped his
pants, to
feel his erection pop out and press against her. Frank pulled her
nightgown to waist level and positioned her above him. Ronnie sighed
as
his strong hands pushed her down onto him, impaling herself on his
cock.
She squirmed quietly on the meaty intruder, orgasming silently until
she
felt him thicken and spurt inside her. She collapsed and fell asleep
in
her husband's arms, and their mixed fuck juice ran out of her pussy
onto
his balls.
They awoke the next morning to a laughing Taylor and Harry Junior,
staring
at them. The quilt had shifted in the night and fallen to the floor.
Now
Ronnie found herself sprawled out with her ass in the air and
nightgown
around her waist, Frank's crotch hair stiff with their come. They
stood
and dressed, then joined the teens for breakfast.
"Mom and Grandpa are still asleep.", said Harry Junior. "I looked in
on
both of them."
"Yeah, well, they'll probably be up soon enough. Listen, you two know
the
rules. You guys hang out here and make breakfast for them when they
wake
up.", said Ronnie. "Your Uncle Frank and I are going to catch some
shuteye. The couch really isn't all that great as a bed."
The twins snickered but began doing the dishes. Ronnie led the way
upstairs. They peeked in Jim's room to find him starting to wake,
rolling
fitfully in the bed. They could hear the shower going in the master
bedroom, so they knew Sue was awake. Ronnie took off her robe and
crawled
into bed. Frank locked the door behind them and undressed, then
slipped in
behind his wife. He threw an arm over her waist and reached up to cup
the
full breasts spilling from the top of the peignoir. Moments later
Ronnie
began thrashing about from his caresses. Rolling onto her back, she
pulled
the hem of the nightgown to her waist, and Frank crawled between her
legs.
The rest of the day was long and fitful. Jim had the worst hangover in
his
life and could barely keep food down. He spent most of the day lying
in
bed, drinking juice and downing aspirin. Otherwise he made an absolute
nuisance of himself to Sue, who spent a lot of time running up and
down
the stairs to check in on him and help. Ronnie, Frank and the kids
basically tried to stay out of the line of fire. The only sex occurred
during an quick and dirty sixty-nine staged by Taylor and her brother
in
the bathroom.
Jim fell asleep for good that evening around nine, and Ronnie decided
it
was time for Sue to take a break. She hustled her younger sister into
the
shower, then helped her into bed. Calling the others into the room,
she
said, "I think it's time for Sue to have some fun. We are all going to
fuck her senseless. You guys, don't waste any come on me or Taylor, it
all
goes to Sue, got it?" Sue's eyes gleamed as she heard her sister's
ideas,
and the rest of the audience chuckled and began to disrobe.
"Hold it.", interjected Ronnie. "Somebody has to keep watch for Jim.
He's
still not out of danger. Frank, Harry, one of you go downstairs. As
soon
as the first one is done, we'll send for you." The fellows matched
Rock,
Scissors, and Paper, and Harry Junior found himself zipping his pants
back
up and wandering down the hallway, cursing quietly.
Ronnie took on the job of ringleader. She positioned her sister on her
back and spread her legs. Grabbing Sue's nipples, she said, "Taylor,
it's
dinner time. Get to work. Frank, get undressed and get it up. We've
got a
lot of work to do tonight."
Sue giggled joyously, then closed her eyes and sighed as her daughter
began to lick her cunt. She threw her legs over her Taylor's
shoulders,
holding the teen in place, while she traded tit caresses with Ronnie.
After a few minutes, Sue began to thrash on the bed as she began
coming
when Taylor began sucking her clit.
Taylor pulled away and moved up the bed, to kiss Sue with a wet face.
"My
turn!", said Frank. He knelt between Sue's wide-spread thighs and
pushed
his thick cock into her slowly.
"Come on, get to work!", cried his wife, and both Sue and Frank began
laughing. Frank leaned down and put his elbows on the bed on either
side
of Sue. Then, his weight supported off the smaller woman, he began
piledriving his cock into the well-prepared pussy. This was the first
sex
he had gotten since the morning, and he was primed. Loud slurping
sounds
came from Sue's wet gash as he pummeled her pussy.
"Ungh...ungh...ungh...I'm coming...I'm coming...", Sue gasped. She
wrapped
her legs around Frank's waist to keep him pumping, her arms flying
above
her head to grasp the headboard. "So good...so good..."
Frank groaned and collapsed atop Sue's twitching form, his hips
bucking as
he blew his load deep inside the big-titted redhead. Exhausted, he
pulled
himself off her, then grabbed a robe and headed out the door.
Downstairs
he found his nephew reading a Playboy. Grabbing it out of his hands,
he
said, "Don't you know that will make you go blind? Now get going,
you're
on."
Harry Junior stood and Frank took his place on the recliner. "Aunt
Ronnie
still giving orders?"
"No shit. She's really getting off on this, too, so God help you if
your
Mom doesn't get her jollies. Not that I want to put you under any
pressure, mind you." He opened the magazine to the centerfold.
"Glad to hear it. I understand that performance anxiety hits about the
mid-forties or so." He scampered up the stairs before his uncle could
hit
him. Entering his mother's bedroom, Harry Junior found a three-way
cunt
licking session in progress, Ronnie eating Sue eating Taylor eating
Ronnie. He inserted himself into the circle and stuck his cock into
his
mother's slickly glistening pussy. "Um, um, good!", he cried as he
stuffed
his squealing mother in one swift motion. Kneeling, he pulled Sue
towards
him so that her ass was lifted off the sheets and into his lap. "Work
it,
Aunt Ronnie, work it.", he cried. Ronnie pushed a hand into the joined
crotches and began to finger her sister's clit.
Harry Junior spewed into Sue's cunt the instant Taylor came down and
began
fondling his asshole with her fingers. Still erect, he pulled out and
flipped Sue onto her stomach. As the other women spread her asscheeks,
he
pushed his slimy organ into Sue's asshole. Sue buried her face in her
pillow, screaming in pain and pleasure, then began thrusting back at
the
anal intruder. Ten minutes later she screamed again, when she fell his
hot
come pulsing into her bowels.
Harry Junior pulled out limply and went into the bathroom to piss and
clean up, then went back downstairs. As he passed the bed, he could
see
Taylor licking come from Sue's thighs from behind. Downstairs, he
said,
"You're on again, Uncle Frank. By the way, I'm ahead, two to one."
Frank stood and went upstairs. "Smartass kid!"
***
Christmas Eve morning was gray and chilly when Jim Mallory woke.
Feeling
better than he had in weeks, he wandered down the hall to the bathroom
where he shaved and showered. Dressing in worn khakis and a flannel
shirt,
Jim went downstairs. Finding himself the only person awake, he began
pulling groceries out of the refrigerator to make breakfast.
Considering the workout she had received the previous night, his
daughter-in-law couldn't understand why she was feeling so chipper at
such
an early hour. Perhaps that was the reason, she thought. Regardless,
she
had just left her own bathroom when she heard Jim bellow "Who wants
breakfast?" up the stairwell. Wrapping a heavy velour robe around
herself
and stuffing her feet into bunny slippers, she wandered downstairs to
the
kitchen. She found her father-in-law setting the kitchen table.
"Morning,
Angel. Hungry?", he asked. Sober, his speech had a flat twang
reminiscent
of his Kentucky roots.
"Morning Dad, how you feeling?", she asked. She searched his face for
clues to his condition. His eyes were clear and his hands were steady,
and
he had shaved for the first time in almost a week.
"Fine, just fine." He poured her a cup of coffee and set it on the
table
near where she stood. "Listen, I'm sorry if you got nervous. I'll be
all
right." He threw one of his bear-like arms around her shoulders and
gave
her a quick squeeze.
A look of wild fury suffused her face as she whirled on him, hammering
at
his massive chest with her little fists. "God damn you!", she yelled,
"Don't you ever scare me like that again! First my parents, then
Harry,
then Millie...I will be damned if I will go through this all over
again!
You scared the hell out of me, and what about the kids, huh? Maybe you
wanted to put them through it again, too?"
Jim tried to brush aside her complaints. "Angel, nothing happened, I'm
fine. Hey, you want me to stay a few days, I'll stay."
"You bastard! Sitting there drunk out of your mind fooling around with
that gun, what would have been next, playing Russian roulette? Jesus,
Dad,
suppose it had been Taylor or Harry Junior walking in, finding you
with
your brains blown out all over the dining room! I ought to send you to
the
psycho ward just for the hell of it!" Sue was crying into Jim's chest
by
that point, as he wrapped his arms around her, comforting her.
"Listen, I wasn't going to do anything crazy. Anyway, I'm feeling
pretty
good today, pretty clear-headed. I'll be all right, I promise."
"You damn well better be.", said a bleary sounding voice from the
doorway.
Frank entered the room rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He picked up
Sue's
untouched coffee and sipped at it. "I'll be damned if I haul your
sorry
carcass all over Indianapolis again."
Jim remembered the face of Sue's sister's husband, and after a few
moments, remembered his name. "Frank? What are you doing here?"
"Ronnie and Frank are visiting, Dad. I told you that a week ago.",
said
Sue.
"Oh, yeah, I guess you did. I must have been a bit out of it when you
said
it."
Frank snorted and sipped some more coffee. "I guess that's one way of
putting it. Listen, Jim, do us all a favor. The next time you pull a
stunt
like this one, wait until Ronnie and I can go home. That way I don't
have
to lug you all over Indiana, okay?" Frank smiled as he said this,
taking
the sting out of the remark.
Jim shrugged. "Deal. Someone's going to have to take me back to the
house
today. I have to pick up some things and bring them back."
"No problem, Dad. Frank and Harry Junior can take you over."
"And keep an eye on me too, huh, Angel?"
Neither Sue nor Frank answered. The smile over Frank's coffee cup was
answer enough.
***
Cassie Parkhurst stepped out of the shower and dried herself
thoroughly
before going back into her bedroom. She had known Sue Mallory for
almost
ten years, almost since Sue and Harry had first moved to town. This
wasn't
the first time she had dined at the Mallory house, but it was the
first
Christmas dinner, and it was rather unexpected. Sue had only called
her
yesterday morning, Christmas Eve, asking if she had plans. She had
sounded
so insistent that Cassie had agreed. She had called her son and told
him
that he and his wife should visit her parents in Cincinnati. She would
visit them in a week or two. Then she had called Sue back to get the
full
story.
Cassie hung her towel back up on the bar and picked up the under-wired
body briefer she planned to wear under her clothes. She didn't need
the
lingerie to hold herself in, simply to minimize underwear lines under
the
thin wool of the sweater and skirt set she wanted to wear. As she
slipped
into it, she thought back to the first time she had met Sue, almost
ten
years ago.
It had been at a workout center that Cassie had joined. Sue had been a
frequent visitor to the gym maintained at the Norfolk Naval Base for
officers and their wives, and had promptly found a new club once her
family had moved to the Midwest. They first saw each other while
taking an
aerobics class and started talking during a break. After that, they
would
pair up and exercise side by side, the short little redhead and the
much
taller and older brunette.
The pair had just finished showering after the class one Friday
afternoon
when Cassie noticed that Sue was getting dressed to go out instead of
going home. Changing into her own jeans and tee-shirt, she watched as
her
friend pulled on a pair of tiny white lace panties, then pulled a
short
and flirty sundress over her head. "Big date tonight?", she asked as
Sue
began to strap on a pair of high-heeled sandals.
"Harry's coming over to pick me up and take me to dinner and then go
dancing. His parents have the kids for the night.", Sue explained.
"Ooh, la, la! Sounds to me like you plan on doing the horizontal tango
tonight."
Sue brushed her hair out in the mirror. "Sounds good to me!" The pair
laughed, then Sue tossed her gym clothes in her bag and they left the
locker room.
The pair walked down the second floor balcony past the glass wall
separating them from the lobby. Cassie stopped Sue with a hand on her
elbow and pointed through the heavy glass at a tall, good looking man
down
in the lobby. He was intermediate in age to the pair, quite large,
wearing
chinos and a short-sleeved knit sport shirt, and his powerful physique
was
obvious. "How about that for your private workout? You know, I always
want
to find out, when a guy is that big and muscular, is everything big
and
muscular? Don't you ever wonder whether we're talking a giant salami
or a
Jimmy Dean sausage?" She continued on in this vein as they continued
on
their way down the stairs and through the door to the lobby.
Cassie was surprised when the Greek god looked up at them as they came
through the door. He headed their way, and Sue tossed her gym bag at
him.
He deftly snatched it in midair and came closer. "Hi, hun.", he said,
leaning down to kiss her.
Sue returned the kiss, then pulled back a touch. "Harry, I want you to
meet a friend of mine. Cassie, this is my husband Harry. Harry, this
is
Cassie Parkhurst. We met here at the gym." Her eyes twinkled in silent
laughter at her friend.
"Nice to meet you.", he said, shaking her hand.
"Likewise.", said Cassie, flushing redly. Turning her head, she
whispered
to Sue, "You are going to pay for this!"
Sue started laughing, then took her mystified husband by the arm and
led
him outside. She turned back to Cassie before leaving and said, "I'll
tell
you how the sausage tastes.", then left.
Sue rode Cassie unmercifully the next time they were at the gym,
bragging
about the size of the giant salami and how she was able to dine on it
all
night long. Sue admitted that her panties lasted only long enough to
get
to the restaurant, then Harry had yanked them off before letting Sue
out
of the car. After leaving the bar where they had gone afterwards, the
pair
had gone parking and screwed until dawn.
The pair had become firm friends over the years since. Cassie worked
as an
office manager at one of the big corporations in town and helped Sue
get
her job there when the Mallory's had bought their bigger house, and
she
had been one of the first to show up after Harry's death and had
stayed
several nights to help with the twins. Cassie had worked hard at
getting
Sue to come out of her shell after the funeral, all to little avail,
until
her friend's miraculous recovery after the family vacation that
summer.
Now the pair frequently went barhopping and clubbing on Friday or
Saturday
nights to pick up guys and get laid.
Cassie adjusted her large tits within the built-in underwired bra of
the
briefer, then began pulling on her thigh top stockings. She was a tall
woman, and large, though not heavy, simply big-boned. She was also
eleven
years older than her widowed friend, and divorced. Even though she
outranked Sue at work and was nominally her superior, in reality, the
two
got along famously. Sue's job rarely put her in contact with Cassie,
being
primarily answering the switchboard, serving coffee, and being
decorative,
all of which she accomplished easily.
Once the pair had started going manhunting together, Cassie had passed
along several pearls of wisdom gathered in a long career of getting
laid.
They usually would hit the bars at various hotels and motels, looking
for
businessmen and salesmen. Cassie specified that married men were the
best
for a quick fling. They were invariably discreet, not wanting news of
their adventures getting back to their wives. They were on expense
accounts, so they could afford drinks and dinner. She warned Sue
against
picking up any of the guys around the office though, saying that only
a
dirty bird fouls its own nest, but that didn't mean they couldn't
score
with businessmen visiting the firm. Sue began relaying information she
picked up in the lobby about potential victims, such as where they
were
staying and whether they liked to party after hours. Then she and
Cassie
would 'accidentally' show up and join them.
Much like Sue, Cassie worked not from necessity but from a desire to
get
out of the house and earn enough to pay for her hobby. She had told
Sue
and Harry that she had caught her husband, a prominent divorce lawyer,
in
an affair, and had cleaned him out during the divorce. When Harry had
commented on the improbability of taking a divorce lawyer to the
cleaners,
Cassie had responded, "You do when you have Polaroids, and his
girlfriend
has a five o'clock shadow!" Harry had made a disgusted face at the
thought
and squawked out a loud 'Yikes!'
Cassie's hobby was plastic surgery. Her first experience was out of
medical necessity; she was in a car wreck and had broken her nose. Not
only had the damage been repaired, but the surgeon had reshaped her
nose
into a thinner, more aquiline profile. She had been hooked. Since
then,
she had gotten a small facelift, had liposuction on both thighs and
her
tummy, taken care of the bags starting under her eyes, and gotten a
pair
of boob jobs. The first had given her a C cup, the second had replaced
the
original silicone wonders with saline implants in a D cup. Along with
a
dye job that only her hairdresser knew for sure, she was Miss Plastic
Fantastic. She often told Sue that after thirty it was all maintenance
anyway.
Ever since Sue came back from her vacation, the pair had chased men
incessantly. The first time out they had found a pair of salesmen and
had
allowed the guys to separate them and take then to their individual
rooms
to get screwed. The second weekend had been crazier. They had gone to
a
different bar, one in the Holiday Inn near the airport, and had drank
more
than they had planned. A pair of businessmen had invited them to their
booth in the back and they had joined them, whereupon another few
rounds
were consumed. Sue's partner began kissing her in the booth and Sue
had
responded eagerly, but when she felt his hand upon her thigh, she had
pulled away, intending to cool the action down until they got
upstairs.
Instead, she had looked over at Cassie, to see that she had taken
things
much farther. Cassie's mate had one hand inside her blouse fondling
her
braless tits while the other was under her skirt fingerfucking her to
orgasm. Cassie, meanwhile, had unzipped her date and was stroking his
cock
under the table. Sue stared in fascination, not arguing when her own
date
pushed his hand under her skirt and began tickling her own clit.
Neither
had complained when the guys had taken them upstairs to the same room
and
fucked them side-by-side on the bed, then switched off.
Several weeks later an even stranger evening had occurred. Both women
had
been chatting with a pair of likely prospects and had suggested that
they
all retire to the men's rooms. Surprisingly, one of the guys had
begged
off, claiming an early flight the next morning, leaving Cassie asking
his
friend, "Did I say something wrong?"
The friend had simply wrapped an arm around Sue, hugging her to his
side,
and commented. "No, Bill's gay is all. He simply wanted a couple of
drinks." Wrapping his other arm around the confused Cassie's waist, he
said, "But I'm straight, and I bet I can take care of your needs,
too."
The girls had shrugged and allowed him to take them upstairs, where
they
had all undressed and had a menage a trois. This was the first time
Cassie
had fucked another woman, and she had enjoyed it tremendously. Since
then,
they would often go back to Cassie's apartment after a gym workout and
get
hot and sweaty all over again.
Cassie pulled on the green and red Christmas motif sweater and its
matching knee-length skirt, then stepped into her medium-high heels.
Pulling on her trench coat, she grabbed the pumpkin pies she had made
and
headed out the door. She hoped Sue's father-in-law was off the
drinking
jag he had been on. She really hated maudlin drunks.
***
Harry Junior was nearest the front door when the chimes rang, so he
went
over and answered it. Seeing the guest he hadn't expected, he smiled
and
opened the door wide. "Cassie, you're as lovely as ever.", he said
throwing his arms open.
Cassie snickered and laughed. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Here,
make yourself useful." She handed him the pair of pies and stepped
inside.
"Cassie, I didn't know you were coming!", said Taylor, coming to the
foyer
to see what the commotion was.
The rest of the household joined the others in the foyer as Harry
Junior
took the pies to the kitchen and Cassie began to shrug off her coat.
Frank
helped her and hung the coat up, looking curiously at his
sister-in-law.
Sue introduced her, saying that Cassie was her best friend, and her
son
and his family had switched off for Christmas this year, leaving her
alone
in her home, and she had invited Cassie over for Christmas dinner. At
this
Ronnie raised an eyebrow, but gave a silent shrug to Frank. Whatever
games
her sister was playing, they would keep quiet and play along.
Jim missed the by-play and welcomed Cassie into the living room,
pouring
her a glass of wine that he had retrieved from his house the other
day.
Frank and Harry Junior had driven him over to pick up the presents he
had
previously ordered, helping the older man wrap them first, something
he
had been too depressed to do on his own. Then, with the presents, some
wine, and another suitcase of odds and ends, they had brought him back
home. Jim had groused good-naturedly about his 'prison guards', but
understood that they were just that, and they were not going to leave
him
alone until Sue gave the word.
Throughout the afternoon and evening, before and after dinner, Cassie
could feel Jim's eyes upon her. The thin wool of the skirt and sweater
did
little to hide her statuesque figure, and on more than one occasion
she
would glance over to see him turning his eyes away from her legs or
bust.
She had met Jim on several occasions and had commented to Sue that she
thought that her father-in-law was a fine looking specimen. Jim
Mallory
was tall, six-two or so, and stocky and barrel-chested in the 225
pound
range, with a thick shock of near white hair and a matching walrus
mustache. Sue had often laughed at the description coming from her
friend,
but after Millie had died, began to consider getting the pair
together.
As the group relaxed after dinner, letting the heavy meal settle
before
starting on the pumpkin pie, Cassie found herself across from Jim in
the
living room. She was settled on the couch while he sat opposite her in
an
armchair. Idly contemplating Sue's plan, she glanced over at him, to
see
his eyes glued to her legs. Casting her eyes downward, Cassie noticed
that
he was looking straight up her tight skirt, and could probably see to
the
tops of her thigh top stockings. She shifted slightly, allowing her
skirt
to rise a touch, and casually shifted her legs apart. She was pleased
to
see his stare intensify. Finally, Taylor moving to the kitchen
distracted
Jim's attention. Looking up, he saw Cassie give him a ghostly smile
and
shift in her seat, crossing her legs demurely. Blushing, he looked
away.
Finally, as the evening wore down, Cassie made her good-byes and went
to
the foyer to leave. Jim followed her and helped her into her coat. He
opened the door to let her out, but Cassie stopped in the doorway.
Turning
to face him, she said, "Jim, would you like to escape jail? I'm busy
tomorrow, but the night after, would you like to take me to dinner? My
treat? You look like you need to get out."
He stared briefly. "You mean, a date?", he gurgled incoherently.
"No, just a dinner between two friends. I think you need a friend
now."
When Jim nodded his head in confusion, Cassie slipped a piece of
notepaper
into his hand with her address and phone number on it. Then she leaned
in
and kissed him on the cheek, then left. Jim inhaled deeply Cassie's
lingering perfume, and stood in the doorway long after her car had
gone
out of sight.
Later that night, Jim had his first erection since his wife had died.
***
The night of the 27th Jim pulled up to Cassie's apartment building and
parked. It was in a stylish high-rise that she had moved into after
her
divorce, when her son had moved out to college. He found the button on
the
intercom and buzzed it.
"Hello?"
"It's Jim, Jim Mallory."
"Be right down." Through the glass doors Jim watched as a few minutes
later, Cassie walked out of the elevator and marched through the empty
lobby. He was relieved that she knew this wasn't a date; she was
wearing a
pant suit under her trench coat rather than the provocative dress he
had
been worried about.
They drove quietly to the nearby restaurant. After they left their
coats
in the cloak room, Cassie smiled. "I'm so glad you're so tall, I can
wear
my highest heels without looking like a freak of nature."
"That would be impossible.", he replied.
"Yeah, well I'm five-eight in my stocking feet. Put me in any kind of
heel, and I'm taller than a lot of men. It scares some guys off."
Jim shrugged and shook his head. "They're fools then. You're a very
attractive woman, Cassie. Hell, Millie wasn't all that much smaller
than
you." He looked her over surreptitiously. The pant suit was actually
more
along the lines of satin pajamas. Black, it consisted of an ankle
length
jacket which buttoned at the waist. Underneath was a loose and flowing
black jumpsuit, with black lace inserts running up both legs and at
the
bodice. More lace lined the jacket. She was indeed wearing high heels,
black open-toed pumps with a three inch heel. You're very lovely
tonight,
Cassie.", he commented. He felt very odd as his body's natural
reaction
took over, inflating his cock in his pants. He was very relieved when
they
were led to their table and he was able to sit down. He adjusted
himself
under the table, and was mildly perturbed when this only enabled his
cock
to come to full erection.
"Thank you, Jim. You're very handsome yourself. I think it was a good
idea
to get you out of the house before you went stir crazy."
"Yeah, I guess so.", he admitted. "Don't get me wrong. I love Sue and
the
kids, and her sister and her husband are nice people too, but it just
doesn't feel right staying there for the holidays. This is the first
time
I haven't been at home with Millie at Christmas since our wedding."
Cassie nodded sympathetically. "Sue said you were married a long time.
High school sweethearts?"
"Yeah.", he said with a nod. "We met in high school. Jesus, but it
seems
like forever."
"You get married after you graduated?"
"Sort of. I was a couple of years ahead of her, class of '58, so we
had to
wait. In the meantime, I decided that anything would be better than
working in the coal mines, so I did a hitch in the Army and married
her as
soon as I got out, right after she graduated."
"I didn't know you were in the Army.", said a surprised Cassie.
"I spent the entire time at Fort Dix. The dirty Commies never invaded
New
Jersey on my watch!", he said with a chuckle.
"I guess Harry was born that honeymoon year. You can't even be
sixty.",
she said.
Jim nodded in agreement. "Fifty-nine. Millie must have caught on the
honeymoon, Harry came along nine-and-a-half months later. I guess we
were
doing things right.", he said with a smile.
"And he was your only child?"
"Yes. It was a difficult birth, and Millie couldn't have any more
children
after that. I would have liked a few more, to be honest."
Later on, as he replayed the conversation over in his mind, Jim
couldn't
believe that all they had talked about was his marriage. He had told
Cassie damn near everything about their life, including the fact that
both
had been virgins when they had wed. Millie had been a good girl,
closely
supervised by her parents, and he had been terrified by the VD movies
filmed at the tertiary syphilis ward at Walter Reed Hospital the Army
had
shown him. He had never even mentioned some aspects of their life to
his
son or daughter-in-law, but he felt comfortable telling them to
Cassie.
After several hours, while dawdling over coffee, the conversation
began to
run down and he noticed the waiter looking pointedly in their
direction.
He made a scribbling gesture and the waiter brought over the bill.
Cassie
moved to pick it up. "My treat, remember?"
Jim grabbed it away and pulled out his wallet. Pulling a credit card
out,
he laid it atop the bill. "Don't be insulted, but I've never had a
woman
pay for a meal with me yet, and I don't plan on starting at this stage
of
my life."
"Old fashioned, huh?"
"The oldest. Why, the Governor of Kentucky would come along and strip
me
of my birthright if I let a lady buy me dinner!", he joked.
"That's all very nice, Jim, but I don't want to leave just yet." She
pointed at the adjoining bar, where a younger crown was gathering and
listening to country music. "Let's go have a drink."
Jim looked at her curiously. He had stuck to soft drinks so far that
evening. "You sure?"
"Please. I won't tell Sue you broke curfew. Just a drink or two.
Okay?"
Jim shrugged acquiescence and escorted her into the crowded room. A
fake
western motif dominated. They found a small table opening up and he
held
her seat for her, then found another at a nearby table and stole it.
It
was noisy in the bar and he was forced to move his head close to hers
to
converse. "I've got a funny feeling that I'm the first guy to ever
come in
here who's living on a pension."
Cassie laughed brightly. "So, wait until we start dancing. Watch their
faces then."
Jim's eyes widened at the thought. "Dancing?! I can't dance to this
stuff.
Tammy Wynette and Patsy Cline are more my style."
"We'll see." Just then a waitress in a short gingham dress and cowboy
boots came over to take their orders. Before she left, however, Cassie
whispered something into her ear. Midway through their drinks, a
slower
song came out of the speakers. It was LeAnne Rimes, singing her first
big
hit, 'Blue.' Cassie stood and pulled Jim erect. "It's not Patsy Cline,
but
it's pretty damn close. Dance with me."
Jim tried to protest, but she was insistent. He was also surprised,
drawing his breath in as she took off her jacket and hung it over her
chair. Underneath, the jumpsuit proved to be halter-topped, exposing
her
back to the waist. The open lacework running up the outside of each
leg
ran to the elastic lace at her waist, and it seemed impossible that
she
could be wearing anything underneath. She flowed into his arms and
pressed
against him as they moved around the dance floor. Jim gave up trying
to
move backwards so that his erection didn't press against her belly.
When
the dance was over, he led her back to their table in confusion over
his
own feelings.
They finished their drinks and ordered another round, at which point
Cassie asked the waitress if they had 'The Tennessee Waltz.' The young
girl had never heard of it but promised to ask, and shortly
thereafter,
Cassie led Jim back to the dance floor as Eddie Arnold started
crooning.
Jim made a much better showing at this old favorite and twirled Cassie
around gracefully, as the dance floor emptied around them, then bowed
to
her as they were applauded by the much younger audience. They took
their
leave and he drove her home.
As he walked her to the door of the apartment, a look of worry crossed
his
face. Cassie asked, "Care for some coffee?", and he nodded silent
agreement. Once in the apartment, they tossed their coats over the
back of
a chair, then went into the kitchen. The conversation was light as the
coffee was made, then Cassie handed him the cups and saucers, then
poured
the brew into a carafe and led him to the living room. They settled
onto
the couch and sipped a cup, still talking.
The cup finished, Cassie stood, motioning Jim to stay in place. "Pour
me
another cup, Jim. I'm just going to freshen up. Back in a minute." She
went into her bedroom and on into the bath. She brushed out her hair
and
undid the snap holding the halter top on. Unbuttoning the jacket, she
slid
the pants off her legs and over her ankle-strapped pumps. After
relieving
herself on the toilet, she wiped and flushed, then stood and examined
herself in the mirror. Briefly touching up her makeup, she buttoned
the
satin jacket, disdaining her pants. She went back to the living room.
Jim failed to notice Cassie's change until she came directly in front
of
him and sat down beside him on the couch. His eyes bugged out and his
breathing became harsh as he stared at the buxom vision next to him.
"My
God!", he rasped out.
"You like?", she asked, tormenting him. "I've seen how you look at me,
even before Millie died. I saw you looking up my dress the other day
and I
felt your cock pressing against my pussy tonight while we danced. God,
but
I was so wet, I wanted to fuck you right there on the dance floor."
Reaching over, she began to undo Jim's belt. Lifeless, Jim stared as
she
unzipped his pants, his mind awhirl at what was happening. Cassie
fished
his erection into the open, then twisted around on the cushions.
Straddling his waist, she lowered herself onto him. "Oh, Jim, this
feels
so good!", she cried. "You're so big! Fuck me, Jim, fuck me!" Cassie
began
bouncing on the cock straining the walls of her cunt.
Afterwards, both agreed that their first fuck was damn good, but too
damn
short. Cassie had barely begun to come when she felt Jim's cock
pulsing
inside her, his balls, dormant since the day his wife had been
diagnosed
as dying, pumping a massive load upwards into her. She collapsed
against
his chest, then looked up at him, tears rolling down his cheeks. "It's
all
right Jim. Millie was a fine woman, but she's not with us anymore, and
she
wouldn't have wanted you to be alone." Standing, she took his hand.
"Let's
go to bed."
***
Jim tossed his suit into the dry cleaning pile with the disquieting
thought that despite his considerable seniority to Cassie, she had
vastly
greater experience in affairs of the heart than he. His present
actions
were proof of this; when he had woken with a start at dawn and tried
to
get up and go home, Cassie had wrapped her naked form around his chest
and
sleepily urged him back to bed. When he had asked her what he would
tell
Sue and her family, she had smiled and said, "Lie. Tell them you took
me
home and then went home and slept in your own bed."
"They'll never believe that."
"Of course they will, because they'll want to believe it. Now lay down
and
get some sleep!" Rather than make a scene, Jim had complied and
promptly
fallen asleep again, his arms wrapped around Cassie. When he awoke
next,
it was several hours later, and Cassie was fondling his stiffening
cock.
She smiled back at him then climbed on top of him and rode him to a
slow
and languorous orgasm. That made it, by his count, four comes in
roughly
eight hours, a performance he had last made on his honeymoon.
After Cassie had led him to her bedroom, they had undressed and
crawled
under the sheets. Cassie had promptly moved under the covers and taken
his
flaccid prick into her mouth. Jim had been surprised both at how fast
he
had recovered and how proficient she was. After fifteen minutes of her
tongue swirling over his cockhead, her face bobbing the length of his
root, her cheeks sucking inward, Jim had tried to stop her. "You
better
stop. I'm about to come."
Cassie had stopped briefly, pulling the covers down and looking up at
him
curiously. She continued to jack his shaft as she had asked, "Why?
Don't
you want to come?"
"Well, sure, but don't you want to stop? I'll come in your mouth if
you
keep that up."
"And that's a bad thing?"
Jim was very confused by the question. "Isn't it? Millie hated the
taste
of my come. She only blew me as foreplay, and then only once in a
while.
She never let me come in her mouth."
Cassie smiled up at her lover. "It's okay, Jim. From what I've tasted
so
far, your come tastes just fine. I'd like you to come in my mouth.
Would
you enjoy that?" She already knew the answer.
Jim's eyes lit up like a schoolboy on the last day of classes. "Yeah!
Could I, well, I mean, would you...?"
Cassie's answer was to lower her face to his crotch and begin sucking
his
cockhead more furiously than ever. As she jacked his cock, she opened
her
jaws wider and took him deeper. Moments later, Jim began groaning and
grunting as his hips began twitching. "Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm coming,
I'm
coming!" Cassie began to swallow the copious flow, draining him.
Afterwards, Cassie had licked him clean, then had crawled up beside
him.
While she continued caressing his soft manhood, they had talked. Jim
admitted that he and Millie had been pretty conventional about a lot
of
things in bed. "Don't get me wrong.", he said, "We had a pretty active
sex
life. It was just, that, well, we both grew up in a time when it was
the
man's job to start things off. Millie enjoyed it as much as I did, but
she
would have never come into the living room dressed like you did
earlier."
"So it was the bedroom only?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say that, not really. I mean, if Harry was asleep and
it
was late, she didn't mind at all if I pulled her onto my lap on the
couch
and had some fun, and she definitely liked to go parking with me, too.
It
was simply that the man was supposed to start things up. Nice girls
didn't
do those sorts of things."
"Does that make me a bad girl?", teased Cassie.
"Don't confuse me any further, lady. I'm doing a fine job all by
myself."
"So what else would you like me to do that Millie didn't do? I saw you
looking up my skirt the other day. Did you like my stockings?", asked
Cassie.
Jim's cock made a slight twitch at this. "Yeah, I did. Millie always
wore
pantyhose, and she'd never have gone anywhere without a bra." Jim
considered the contrast between the two women's figures, and was
surprised
to realize that they were relatively similar. His wife had been a
fairly
large woman as well, within an inch of Cassie's height, and big-boned
to
boot. She had also had some pretty impressive tits and wide set hips,
and
nicely tapered legs which she enjoyed spreading for her husband.
Otherwise, Millie had honey-blonde hair and an oval face, while Cassie
was
a dark brunette with a heart-shaped face. Still, their general
physiques
were fairly close, and he had always liked his wife's figure.
"I'll remember that, Jim. I don't wear pantyhose, just stockings,
sometimes with a garter belt, sometimes without." Jim began stiffening
slowly at the thought. "I like short skirts and high heels and going
braless, too. I have lots of lacy nightgowns. Did Millie wear fancy
nighties?"
Jim gave an embarrassed look. "Yeah, she did. I always bought them for
her
birthday and Christmas and our anniversary, whenever I could figure
out a
reason. She always wore them to bed."
"Sounds exciting. I'll have to give you a fashion show someday. What
else
did she do or not do? Ever try buttfucking?"
Jim gave a start and his cock grew to full extension. "In the ass?!
Damn,
no! I always wanted to, but that was really a no-no as far as Millie
was
concerned. Why, do you, um...?"
"All the time, Jim. I'd love to have your cock up my ass sometime. I
promise the next time you come over, I'll give myself an enema ahead
of
time. It works better for me that way. Is that okay with you?" Again,
she
knew the answer.
"Holy shit! Pardon my French, Cassie, but I'd love to try it. Are you
sure, I mean, doesn't it hurt?"
"Not if you do it right. Use lots of Vaseline or KY and go slow.
You've
got such a big cock, you'll have to give me a bit of time to get used
to
it. You hammer right in and you'll tear me apart.", she told him,
fondling
his stiffness.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah. Do it right and I'll be coming nonstop." Cassie rolled onto
her
back and spread her legs, inviting Jim to climb on top of her. Gently,
the
large man crawled between her legs, and Cassie positioned his cockhead
at
the wetly gaping entrance to her pussy. "Sort of like now. Fuck me
long
and slow and make me come nonstop."
After their morning tryst, they had each showered and had a light
breakfast, then Jim had taken his leave. Over breakfast, Cassie had
said,
"Jim, I don't want to put any pressure on you. I understand what
you've
been going through and I don't want you to feel like you need to make
a
commitment. I have to tell you, though, that I do enjoy your company,
and
we make a very good team in the sack. I'd like to see you again."
"I'd like that, too, Cassie. I like your company, too.", he replied.
"Well, New Year's Eve I have an invitation to a cocktail party that I
need
to attend. Could I ask you to be my escort? I'll make it worth your
while.", she said coyly.
"Yeah, I'll just bet you will.", Jim said with a grin. "It's a date.
Or
whatever. One of these days I'm going to have to take you out instead
of
the other way around. What time is it?"
"Oh, just come over sometime that afternoon, and we'll figure out some
way
to kill the time. It's black tie. Do you have a tux?" He nodded.
"Okay,
bring it in an overnight bag and you can change here ahead of time."
"Sounds like fun."
"Oh, it will be. How about I greet you in stockings and heels and a
tube
of Vaseline in my hand?"
***
Jim arrived back at Sue's house mid-morning, pulling into the driveway
just as Sue, Taylor, and Ronnie were heading out the door. "Hi, Dad.
Where
have you been?", Sue asked.
"Granddad, did you stay over at Cassie's? Have you been a naughty
boy?",
teased his granddaughter.
"Mind your manners, little girl, and show some respect for your
elders.
After I drove her home last night, I went back to my house and got a
good
night's sleep. I could hear your snoring even if I slept down in the
basement.", he replied. "Is that how you raise your daughter?", he
asked
Sue as he hugged her.
Sue caught an unmistakable whiff of Cassie's perfume as she hugged her
father-in-law. Whispering into his ear, she said, "Nice cologne, Dad.
Chanel?" Jim drew back in silent surprise, blushing that the secret
was
out.
Taylor stuck her tongue out at him while her mother and aunt laughed.
Jim
replied in kind then went inside. Once in the car, Taylor asked, "So,
did
he get laid?"
Her mother laughed. "Yes, he got laid."
"Damn well, too, if you ask me.", commented her sister.
Inside the house, Jim found Harry Junior and Frank washing the
breakfast
dishes and doing chores. "The girls went out shopping.", explained
Frank.
"Hold on to your credit cards, they had a pretty determined look in
their
eyes."
"CHARGE...it!", cried his nephew.
The three men puttered around the house until after lunch, after which
they found themselves watching a football bowl game on the television.
One
by one they fell asleep, worn out by their labors of the previous
night.
Unbeknownst to Jim, the rest of the household had enjoyed another orgy
night in Sue's bedroom.
After nine, Sue had invited the others to come to her room for the
evening. She had explained how Cassie was to call her if Jim escaped
her
wanton clutches, which would give them ample warning to clean up and
go to
their own rooms. Then she had begun undressing, promptly followed by
the
others. Naked they had crawled onto the king-sized bed.
"So, who's first?", asked her cocky son, as his sister slowly stroked
his
balls.
Ronnie answered, "Think of us as a small golf course. There's nine
holes,
and you two guys have to play as many rounds as you can." Reaching
over,
she had caressed her husband's stiffness. "You really don't want to
know
the penalty for missing a stroke."
"Well, just call us the pros from Dover.", said Frank. He lay down on
the
bed and Harry Junior reclined next to him. Their cocks were pointing
at
Sue's ceiling. "Oh, caddy!"
Nobody got much sleep that night. Even Sue's oversized bed was
inadequate
to sleep five active people, but as soon as somebody started drifting
off,
another two or three people would start going at it again and wake
everybody up. Surprisingly, the women felt invigorated by it all, and
got
up early to go bargain hunting. Frank and Harry Junior felt like death
warmed over all through lunch.
When Ronnie, Taylor, and Sue came home, they found the three men sound
asleep in the living room, the evening news playing on the TV. Jim had
crashed on the floor, snoring under a tented newspaper over his face,
Frank was curled up in the La-Z-Boy, and Harry Junior lay face down on
the
couch, a quilt pulled over his body.
"Well, of all the nerve! Look at these lazy guys!", exclaimed Taylor.
None
of the men woke at the intrusion. "We do all the work and they take
naps."
"I know how to wake them up.", quipped Ronnie. "Cover your ears." She
walked to the television set and turned the volume up to it's highest
setting. The guys bolted from their positions like they had been
struck by
lightning.
"What'd you do that for?", asked Frank once the volume had been turned
down.
"Where's dinner? Why isn't the table set? Did anybody do the wash? Do
we
have to do all the work around here?", demanded Sue.
"Hey, if I wanted abuse, I'd get married. Oh, yeah, I did that
already.",
he replied, ducking as his wife took a swing at him.
"Yeah, Uncle Frank? You volunteered, I got drafted.", commented Harry
Junior.
"You're not only in the coffin, son, you bought it as well.", said
Jim.
The three men were hectored into the kitchen, whereupon the women took
their numerous purchases upstairs. A simple supper of leftover turkey
was
served around the kitchen table. Everyone went to their own beds
early.
The days before New Year's Eve were orgy free around the Mallory
household
due to Jim's presence, but not completely sex free. To everyone's
surprise, sneaking quickies became a game, and people started to keep
score. The added thrill of potential discovery was marvelous, compared
to
the enjoyable but slightly predictable orgies, where everyone would
simply
strip down and engage in a giant group fuck. Sue, her sister, and her
daughter all took to wearing loose skirts and no panties, and front
clasp
bras and blouses. A mutual wink was sufficient to have a couple
heading to
the basement to 'sort out the pantry' or 'switch the laundry' or some
such
ruse. Once alone, clothes were undone and a stiff cock found itself in
a
greasy hot cunt in seconds. The others would cover for the fucking
pair
and keep Jim from finding out.
The first time came as a surprise for both parties. Sue went down to
the
basement to wash a load of laundry, and as Frank noticed her leave,
remembered that he and Ronnie had a load of clothes in the dryer. He
followed to put them in a basket and take them upstairs. Watching the
pretty redhead bending over the washer gave him second thoughts. His
cock
stiff in his pants, he sidled up behind his sister-in-law and placed
his
hands on her hips, pushing his erection into her ass.
Sue looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Frank, we can't!", she
protested.
"Says who?", he asked with a grin. "Jim's upstairs watching TV. We
make it
quick and he'll never know." He tugged Sue's sweatpants down off her
hips
and pushed them down her legs. She stepped out of them quickly and
spread
her legs, then watched over her shoulder as Frank unzipped his pants.
Pushing against her, he inserted his turgid cock into her suddenly wet
pussy. Sue let out a low moan of pleasure as he began bucking his hips
against her ass, then closed her eyes and sighed as he slipped his
hands
under her T-shirt and popped her bra off. She began to whimper as he
kneaded her aroused tits and gasped in orgasm as she felt his cock
expand
feverishly in the moments before his come began spurting into her
cunt.
"Oh, that was nice, Frank.", she said.
"Stolen kisses are supposed to be the sweetest.", he replied. "I
suppose
that goes for stolen fucks as well."
They took a moment to catch their breath, then hurriedly did up their
clothes. Frank grabbed his and his wife's laundry and went upstairs,
and
Sue finished with hers and followed him a few minutes later. They each
whispered to the other members of the household what had happened, and
that discretion was the watchword.
Half an hour later, Harry Junior left for the basement to find some
snacks
in the pantry, and Ronnie volunteered to help. Once downstairs, they
promptly grabbed some chips and soda and set it on a card table, then
Harry Junior pulled his pants down and sat down on a beat-up old
couch.
His aunt had changed into a skirt and blouse after hearing from Sue,
and
she simply pulled her skirt to her waist and climbed astride her
nephew's
cock. She began bouncing atop him as her hands manipulated her clit,
and
Harry Junior unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra. He began
feasting
on her tits, sending her through a massive orgasm, then nibbled his
way to
her second and his first.
Light applause greeted them and they both looked over to find Taylor
laughing. "My turn!", she announced, and Ronnie climbed off the couch
and
rearranged her clothing. Harry Junior stiffened again as his sister
raised
her skirt and pulled her tank top down, exposing her bra, which she
took
off and tossed aside. She knelt against the coffee table, her breasts
mashing flatly against the scratched surface, and her brother knelt
behind
her. Taylor was forced to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep her
screams
of joy silent as he buggered her ass viciously. Afterwards, they
dressed
and went upstairs, where Ronnie had gone with the snacks after her
fuck.
Jim never noticed they had been gone.
***
Jim drove his car over to Cassie's apartment and parked, then grabbed
a
two-suiter and went to the entrance. Once he was buzzed in, he took
the
elevator to her floor and found her door. At the soft knock, Cassie
went
to the door and looked through the peephole. Seeing her date standing
there, she opened the door, and standing so as not to be seen, allowed
him
in. Once the door was shut behind him, she stepped out. "You like?",
she
asked. True to her word, Cassie was wearing nothing but thigh top
black
fishnets and ankle-strapped high heels. In her hand she held a small
tube
of KY.
"Wow! You look good enough to eat!", said Jim, his eyes feasting on
Cassie's naked form. For the first time he noticed that Cassie shave
her
pussy bare, another similarity to his dead wife.
"Funny you should say that. Hang your bag up and follow me." She
showed
Jim a closet to hang his coat and bag, then led him to the bedroom.
Reclining on the bed, she watched as Jim stripped off his clothes. She
idly traced the lips of her pussy and asked, "Do you like shaved
snatch?"
"Oh, yeah!", exclaimed the older man, sounding like a horny teen. "I
love
it. Millie shaved hers, too."
"Really? I thought you said she was pretty conservative.", commented
Cassie.
"I told her that nobody would ever know, and she agreed. Hey, she
enjoyed
sex just as much as I did, she just wasn't quite as, er, open about it
as
you." Jim kicked off his pants and moved over to the bed.
"Don't be nervous about it, Jim. I know exactly what I am in the
bedroom;
I'm a tramp, a slut, a whore. Come on, get in bed and let's do
something
nasty. What was it you said about my looking good enough to eat? Prove
it."
"Huh?"
"Prove it. Eat me." Cassie spread her thighs apart and spread her
pussy
lips wide, showing him the pink tunnel between them. Dipping a middle
finger inside, she pulled it out, glistening and wet, and sensuously
licked her cunt juice from it. "Um, um, good!"
"Uh, you want me to, well, I mean...?", he stammered out.
"Uh huh. Let me guess, you and Millie never did that either?" Jim
stared
at the cunt pulsing between the wide spread thighs and shook his head,
no.
"Well, I will be perfectly happy to teach you. Trust me, it won't kill
you, and it doesn't taste like a dead fish." Jim looked up at her
nervously, and she knew that had been exactly what he was thinking.
Laughing, she waved him forward. "Oh come on, you big baby. You sure
liked
it when I sucked your cock last night. Think of this as payback. Who
knows, maybe you'll like it, lots of guys do, you know."
Jim crawled onto the bed and lay down between Cassie's legs. He inched
his
face closer, then looked up. "Uh, what do I do?" He could smell what
he
always had considered a pleasant scent of arousal emanating from below
his
face and was curious as to the taste.
Cassie wrapped her hands in his thick white hair and pushed his face
to
the juncture of her legs. "Kiss me, lick me, tickle my clit, suck me.
Just
get started, I'll give you directions."
Still unsure, Jim allowed the horny woman to pull his face to her bald
pussy and began to gently kiss around her pussy lips. To his
amazement, it
didn't taste all that bad. His actions were a trifle primitive but
seemed
effective. Cassie began moaning and running her hands through his
hair, so
he cautiously extended his tongue and began flicking it inside,
running it
the length of the steamy slit up to her clit, which he would tease
gently,
then head back the other way. Cassie began thrashing around on the bed
as
cunt juice began seeping out of her pussy and running down the insides
of
her thighs. Jim began to lick this up, then pursed his lips together
and
directed them to her clit, prominently erect, red and throbbing, and
began
to kiss and suck on the little nubbin. Shrieking, Cassie began
bouncing
her ass off the bed as she came in an earth-shattering orgasm.
Finally,
his tongue tiring, he pulled back and looked up at the quivering and
sweat-drenched woman. "Was that okay?"
"Sweet Jesus, Jim! That was fan-fucking-tastic! You are a natural!
What
about you? Did you like it? God knows, I did!"
Jim sheepishly nodded. "Yeah it was kind of fun. Maybe we can try that
again, some other time." Grinning, he darted his face back in and
kissed
her on the clit again.
Cassie jumped in surprise, then pulled her legs up and twisted around
on
the bedcovers. Kneeling, she pressed her face to the pillows and
arched
her back high in the air. She reached back and handed Jim the tube of
lubricant, then used her hands to spread her asscheeks apart. "I think
you
need a reward for being such a good learner."
"Great! This is a lot better than a gold star!" He took the tube and
opened it, setting the lid on the night stand. "So, what do I do now,
teacher?"
Laughing, Cassie said, "First, put a good sized squirt on your middle
finger and work it around my asshole...that's right...all over. Now,
very
gently, squirt a little right in there...now, push a finger inside
me...oh, God...deeper, deeper..." Cassie began panting as Jim's large
and
bony finger began probing deeply into her asshole. "Now, squirt some
on
your cock...no, keep your finger up my ass and move it all
around...use
your other hand and get your dick all greasy. Whenever you're ready,
pull
your finger out and stick your cockhead inside. Just the head, honey,
don't jam it in all at once, please."
Jim moved up close behind Cassie, and as she spread her cheeks wide,
pulled his finger loose. Grabbing his erection his tried to get the
large
head into the little brown ring before it winked shut but failed. "Uh,
I
don't think I can."
"Sure you can. Listen, try greasing up both thumbs and sliding them
inside
at the same time. Use them to keep me open, but please, be gentle,
you're
so goddamn big!" Cassie moaned as she felt his thick thumbs slip
inside.
They worked her asshole briefly, then withdrew, and she felt a much
larger
intruder enter her anal passage.
Jim stopped as his cockhead slipped inside and her anus closed around
him.
Never before had he felt such tightness on his dick. Cassie let out a
small cry and he asked her, "Are you all right? Listen, I don't want
to
hurt you. You want me to stop?"
Opening her eyes, Cassie looked back over her shoulder and gasped,
"You
stop and I swear, I'll kill you! Oh, that's so good!" She lunged her
hips
back and another couple of inches disappeared inside her rectum. She
gave
out a small squeal, then repeated the motion again. She bucked back
against him repeatedly until all eight inches were trapped inside.
"Oh,
Jim, that's so good. Promise me, you'll fuck me in the ass whenever I
ask,
please. You won't even have to lick my pussy if you don't want to. Oh,
it's so good!"
Jim simply smiled and began to slowly pull out. His partner cried for
him
to fuck her and he slowly pushed back in, then pulled back out again.
Cassie tried to follow and keep him inside and he lunged deeper. The
pressure on his balls was unbelievable and he was barely able to make
a
dozen strokes before he grabbed her around the hips and thrust
forward,
his spasming cock filling her ass with his hot come. Exhausted, he
collapsed onto her back, his hips twitching. A moment later, he moved
to
pull out.
"No! Just stay inside me, please!", pleaded Cassie. "Oh, God! Keep it
in
my ass, Jim, please. It feels so good!" Jim pushed his softening cock
back
inside as far as he could, then held her in place as he twisted onto
his
side. Together they lay spoon fashion, his cock still inside her ass,
the
pressure keeping him from shriveling and falling loose. Cassie began
clenching her rectum and Jim could feel himself stiffening again.
"Please,
honey, please, fuck my ass again!", she begged.
"Well, all right, if you really want me to.", he teased. "Just
remember,
I'm not some easy guy. I only do this for women who let me eat their
pussies." Cassie giggled, then moaned with pleasure as he began
working
his cock back and forth.
"You do this all the time, and I'll let you eat my pussy any time you
want.", she said with a contented sigh.
After their second assfuck, both Jim and his lover needed a nap.
Rested,
they showered together, during which, Cassie gave him something that
Millie had occasionally done for him, a hand job, normally reserved
for
nights when he was horny and she was menstruating. Finally, sated and
glowing, the pair dressed for the cocktail party.
Jim went into the living room and opened up us hanging bag, then began
putting on his tuxedo. He had the pants and shirt on and was tying the
bow
tie when Cassie came out of the bedroom, holding the top up on a
strapless
black sequined evening gown. A considerable amount of cleavage was
showing, along with both legs, displayed through the thigh high slits
at
each side. "You look fantastic!", he told her.
"Thank you, darling. Would you get my zipper?" She turned her back to
him
and allowed him to do up the dress.
"That was fast.", he commented.
"It's easy getting dressed when you don't wear very much." Cassie took
hold of the bottom of her dress and pulled it up to her waist. She
wore a
pair of very sheer black thigh top stockings and black stiletto heels,
and
nothing else.
"Very chic."
"Thank you very much, kind sir. Flattery will get you everywhere, like
back into my bed, later this evening. I have a few more tricks I want
to
teach you."
Once Jim had finished dressing, Cassie went to the closet and pulled
out a
long parka, due to the bitter cold of the evening. Jim commented,
"That's
really not all that stylish."
Cassie shrugged, handing it to him to help her into it. "My trench
coat is
somewhat better, but too light. This is the best warm coat I have." To
her
surprise, he tossed it aside.
"Maybe this will work better." Reaching into the hanging bag, he
removed a
large and bulky plastic bag on a hanger, then pulled the bag off. On
the
hanger was a beautiful dark brown mink coat, full length. "Here, try
this
on."
She stared at the coat. "Jim, I can't!", she whispered.
"Nonsense. Here, put it on."
Cassie hesitantly reached out and ran a hand over the fur, shivering
at
the touch. "Jim...what...why...?"
"It's not as big a deal as you might think, Cassie. This was Millie's.
I
sure can't wear it, and it's much too nice to throw away or whatever,
and
it's way to big for Sue. You've made me feel more alive than I have in
months. Let me do something for you. Please? Come on, just try it on
for
size." Jim opened the coat and held it for her, coming around behind
Cassie and helping her lifeless limbs go into the sleeves.
Cassie shuddered as the sumptuous fur caressed her skin, then pulled
it
around her and closed her eyes in sinful delight. She skipped to the
full
length mirror on a closet door and examined herself. "Oh my God, Jim,
it's
gorgeous!", she exclaimed. "You can't, it's too much!", she said, but
Jim
noticed her eyes gave that statement the lie. Smiling, he held out a
matching hat, which Cassie took and settled onto her head. Turning to
him,
she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "The hell with the
party.
Let me take off the dress and do you in this fur.", she whispered.
"Been there, done that.", laughed the older man. "We'll save that for
another evening. Let's go."
The drive took almost an hour, driving to a gated community in the
nicest
suburb of Indianapolis, and Cassie explained that the party was an
annual
event put on by the president of the firm she worked for,
Browning-Stevens, one of the largest companies in the city. It was for
executives only, along with key suppliers and customers, and as office
manager she just barely qualified, but was almost always the most
junior
person there. "Actually, I think someone put my name on the list by
accident a few years ago, and nobody's ever gotten around to taking me
off. These guys can buy and sell me out of petty cash.", she said
nervously.
Jim was impressed when he pulled up to the mansion. A valet took his
keys
to park the Cadillac, and he escorted Cassie into the foyer, where
another
servant took their invitations and coats, and directed them into a
large
hall. There they were greeted by a tall and slim woman, a beautiful
blonde
that looked to be a model, who welcomed them to her home, saying that
she
was Jennifer Wallace, their hostess. Cassie kept her nerves under
control,
but gripped her date's hand fiercely. Moving into one of the large
rooms,
she whispered to Jim that Mrs. Wallace was the second Mrs. Wallace, a
'trophy wife', Mr. Wallace had acquired after making it big and
dumping
his first wife. Jim simply nodded and told her he'd seen it before.
Dinner was served buffet style, after an endless stream of hors
doerves
and champagne, and after a couple of hours, Cassie tugged Jim's sleeve
and
led him over to a tall man standing next to a fireplace in the main
living
room. He was in his mid-fifties, tall and handsome, rich and powerful,
and
knew it, thought Jim. The tall man was talking to a younger version of
himself. Seeing the pair approach, he smiled and said, "Cassie, you
look
spectacular! It's a good thing you can't wear that sort of outfit to
the
office, or we'd never get any work done." He leaned down and Cassie
offered him her cheek to kiss.
"Mister Wallace, this is my friend, Jim Mallory.", she said.
"Jack Wallace. Glad you could make it.", said their host. Introducing
the
man he had been talking to, he continued on, "And this is Mark
Sayfire,
head of our finance operations. He just came on board a few weeks
ago."
Jim shook their hands firmly, ignoring Cassie's silent pleas to take
their
leave. "I thought I saw something in the financial section about that.
Your predecessor took an early retirement, I gather. I hope you like
our
fair city so far. You transferred in from Dallas, I recall?"
"Fort Worth, actually. You're familiar with our finance operation?",
he
asked curiously.
"Some. I used to be in the business."
"Jim used to be a banker.", commented Cassie.
"Really? Who with?", asked Sayfire.
"I was Vice-President of Operational Investing with Indiana
BancShares.",
replied Jim.
Wallace looked Jim over carefully. Glancing at Sayfire, he asked, "Do
much
with derivatives?"
Jim shrugged and nodded. "Sure, what banker doesn't these days?"
"So explain them to me. I'm an operations guy, like Mark here. What
are
they and what do you use them for?"
Jim gave the pair a curious look but answered them anyway. "Well, they
first started out as currency hedges, betting on currency fluctuations
during multinational transactions..." For the next five minutes he
gave a
concise lecture on the history and usage of financial derivatives, and
was
surprised by the interest shown in it by his host and the other man.
They
ignored the hubbub around them, and cast occasional glances at each
other
as he talked. "Well, I could go on, but I know I have to be boring
you."
"Actually, no, you're not. Did you work for Jack Seaforth at
IndyBanc?",
asked Wallace. His wife, who Jim and Cassie had learned, really was an
ex-model, came up and he possessively wrapped an arm around the much
younger woman.
Jim shook his head, no. "No, a step down actually. I reported to Jerry
Steiner, who reported to Jack. I'd see him fairly often, though. Why?"
"Just curious.", he said. "Why'd you retire, if you don't mind my
asking?"
"I don't. It was personal reasons. My wife died of cancer earlier this
year, and it really hit me hard. To be honest, I went into a real
funk,
became very depressed, and I just closed up shop. I stopped going to
work,
and after awhile, Jerry offered me a package, so I took it."
"I'm sorry to hear that.", said Sayfire. "I take it you're starting to
get
back into the swing of things now?"
"I'm getting there.", said Jim with a smile.
The two executives shared a look, then Wallace said quietly, "We need
to
talk. Would you mind coming to my office?" Turning to his wife, he
said,
"Honey, could you go find Ben and Rob and ask them to join us, please.
Thanks.", then he led the others down a hallway.
Cassie wasn't sure that she should attend, but found herself boxed in
and
nervously walked down the hallway with Jim, followed by Sayfire and
his
wife. Jim and Cassie seated themselves on a large leather couch, and
were
joined by Mrs. Sayfire, a pleasantly plump woman with a gregarious
smile.
Wallace and Sayfire took a pair of armchairs and faced them towards
the
others. Moments later they were joined by Mrs. Wallace and another
pair of
men, who also sat down. Looking at Sayfire, Wallace said, "Tell him."
Sayfire nodded and looked at Jim. "I don't know just how much you
heard
about my predecessor, but his early retirement was not voluntary. All
those dangerous things you told us about derivatives? We know all
about
them. As you are probably aware, Browning-Stevens makes a lot of
industrial equipment and heavy machinery, and lately we've been
exporting
a pretty fair percentage of it. A couple of years ago, he put together
a
plan to do some currency hedging, much like you described, to take out
any
risk of losing money on currency fluctuations. Again, like you
described,
it worked pretty well as an insurance policy."
"Then, he got braver. Seeing how well that worked, he had some MBAs
and
rocket scientist types start dabbling in interest rate hedges and some
other games. That worked okay for one quarter, so he increased his
bets
the next quarter. He made some more money, but not quite what he was
hoping for, so he increased his bets again. I don't really know all
the
details; I was running our Texas operations at the time. However, it
would
appear as if he decided to outsmart the Federal Reserve. Two quarters
ago
he started losing money but was able to paper it over. Last month, our
auditors figured out what was going on. This quarter we are going to
take
a bath.", finished Sayfire.
"How big?", asked Jim.
"Minimum, eighty-five million.", answered Wallace. "It could be more,
some
of those birds are still coming home to roost. Let me explain, I had
no
idea what was going on. I came up through the manufacturing end of the
business; I've never claimed to be a financial whiz. When this all
came
out, and by the way, this is still not public knowledge, though it
will be
after our next quarterly report, I went to the board." He pointed to
the
two newcomers, who nodded. "This is Ben Jacobs and Rob Rallston.
They're
part of the board. I think I've convinced them that I'm not involved,
but
it happened on my watch, and they're not overly pleased with me at the
moment. We got rid of Mark's predecessor, and I brought him in to
clean
house. Tell me, what would you do in our place?"
Jim crossed his arms and looked thoughtful. "Probably what you've
done,
clean house."
Wallace looked over at Sayfire and pointed at Jim. "Do it.", he said,
then
leaned back in his chair to sip at the drinks his wife had prepared
for
the group.
It was an experience Cassie would never forget, sitting in a room with
the
most powerful men she had ever met, watching Sayfire negotiate with
her
boyfriend. For Jim's part it seemed vastly surreal, as if he was
watching
somebody in a Jim Mallory suit dickering with the others for a job.
The
position was to be Sayfire's deputy, but since Sayfire's experience
was in
manufacturing, Jim would be the effective boss of the finance group,
charged with cleaning up the mess and making sure nothing like it
happened
again. The paycheck started at a quarter-million and bargained north.
Finally, at a point where it seemed negotiations would break down, Jim
acceded. Waggling his thumb at Cassie, he asked, "Am I allowed to keep
fishing in the secretarial pool?"
Wallace laughed. "Hell, no! We're moving Cassie to Personnel. She
needs to
go out and find us some more new blood."
***
While Sue, Ronnie, and Frank went out to a nightclub, and Jim took
Cassie
to a party, Harry Junior and Taylor headed out to a party of their
own. A
school friend's parents had gone away for the holidays, leaving him
and
his older, college aged, brother home. In celebration, they decided to
hold a New Year's Eve party of their own, and invited most of the jock
crown to attend. They stopped at Billy's to pick him up and then
headed
over. Cindy planned on meeting them there. Harry Junior wore slacks
and a
pullover sweater and his sister borrowed a stretchy little black dress
from her mother, along with a pair of black stiletto heels. Billy wore
jeans and a white dress shirt, and Cindy wore skin tight black jeans
and
an unbuttoned blouse, underneath which she wore a sequined black bra.
To nobody's surprise, the booze was flowing freely by the time they
arrived. The older host, possessed of a mature countenance and a
credible
fake ID, had procured a couple of kegs of beer and a number of bottles
of
liquor. While neither of the Mallorys nor Billy were big drinkers,
they
all had a few beers, and Cindy got fairly looped.
Trouble started at about a quarter past eleven. Three members of the
football team arrived late, and had already been partying. They were
about
as loud and raucous as the rest of the group, and nobody initially
paid
them any mind. The foursome were seated at the bar in the finished
basement, nursing a few beers. Billy sat on one barstool while at his
side
sat Taylor, her legs swung up over her date's lap, sharing his cup of
beer
while he ran his hands over her unclad legs. Next to them, Harry
Junior
sat on a third stool, and Cindy had crawled onto his lap, facing him.
They
were busy necking, and Cindy seemed intent on delivering a serious
hickey
to her boyfriend. They studiously ignored the entry of the trio of
drunken
linemen.
In a low voice, Harry Junior whispered to the others, "I think we'd
better
take our leave."
Taylor looked at him curiously. "Why? The party's just getting
interesting."
"Yeah, maybe too interesting. Those three twits are up to something. I
just know it."
Almost in response to his words, the three drunks started getting in
the
faces of another three football players, students at another school
dating
'across the line'. Within moments the six became very loud, and a
couple
of guys started shoving each other.
Billy shrugged and climbed off the barstool, and the others followed
suit.
Sidling along a wall, they skirted the growing violence and were on
the
verge of escaping intact when the first fist was swung. The punch was
blocked and returned, and the fight was on. Billy was almost dragged
into
it when somebody fell against him, and grabbing his shirt, ripped a
sleeve
off. Harry Junior grabbed Billy's other arm and dragged him out of the
melee, and the quartet scampered upstairs.
Harry Junior said, "I believe we should get out of here before
anything
else stupid happens, like the cops showing up." Billy nodded in
agreement
and stripped off the remnants of his shirt. The gathered onlookers
stared
at his wiry physique, an aspect completely unsuspected by everyone but
Taylor. Grabbing their parkas, Billy putting his on over his naked
torso,
they took their leave of their stunned hosts, now ruminating over the
brawl in the basement, while the other guests started taking off as
well..
The foursome climbed into the Taurus, the taller guys in the front and
the
girls in the back. "Shit!", Billy muttered. "It was getting to be a
good
party before that crap started up."
They decided to go to Billy's so he could put on a new shirt, then
decide
what they wanted to do next. Billy kept his parka zipped up as they
greeted his mother at the door, and nobody told her what happened. She
told the group she was going to bed, and if they wanted to, they could
go
downstairs to the family room to talk, but they couldn't drink. She
left
them to go upstairs, and the others continued to the basement.
Once downstairs, they doffed their coats and Billy scrounged up
another
dress shirt from the laundry, pulling it on but leaving it unbuttoned.
He
lay down on the old couch and Taylor sprawled out on top of him, to
properly kiss her boyfriend. Harry Junior slouched down into an
armchair
and held his arms out to invite Cindy to sit on his lap.
Nobody did very much talking, preferring the much more interesting
pastime
of necking with their partners. A combination of hormones and
adrenaline
took control, and before long things began to get more serious. Harry
Junior made the first move, slipping a hand inside Cindy's open blouse
to
begin teasing her aroused breasts through her brassiere. After sliding
a
finger under the restraining fabric to caress her nipples, he flicked
the
front clasp open and lowered his face to her breasts, licking and
biting
at the little coral points.
Across from them, Billy took the initiative, pulling Taylor's borrowed
dress to her waist and moving his hands under her black thong panties
to
knead the globes of her ass. The straps of the dress had already come
down
her shoulders by that point and her braless tits had popped out of the
top
of the clingy fabric, overly stretched by the mountainous jugs within.
Taylor began whimpering as his fingers began probing her asshole, and
she
squirmed around on the couch to unzip his pants and reach inside to
fondle
his engorged cock. Licking her way down his exposed chest, she
continued
past his navel and went lower, to take his cock in her mouth. Billy
let
out a quiet sigh of contentment as she began fellating him.
Across from them, Cindy looked up as she heard Billy's happy sigh to
watch
as Taylor began sucking Billy off in front of them. Harry Junior
looked
over as well. Grinning, he undid his date's belt and popped the
buttons at
her fly. Cindy started at the movement, wanting to him to stop, but
her
resistance ended when she felt his strong fingers begin flicking her
clit,
sending waves of uncontrollable desire through her slim form. Raising
up
slightly from Harry Junior's body, she allowed him to tug her pants
and
panties down her thighs, then sat back down and kicked off her shoes.
Harry quickly stripped her naked, then pulled her against him to begin
fingerfucking her while she pulled his sweater off. By the time Billy
had
exploded down Taylor's throat, the other pair was naked.
Momentarily finished, Taylor and Billy relaxed in each other's arms
and
looked across at the others. So taken up by their own actions, they
had
completely forgotten that they weren't alone, and Billy was astounded
to
find Harry Junior and Cindy naked. His eyes took in the brunette's
slim
form and perky little breasts, opening wide as he saw his friend lift
the
girl effortlessly, lowering her onto his straining cock. Cindy
shuddered
and gasped as the monstrous dick impaled her, then she began moaning
as
she bounced on the giant intruder. Taylor fondled Billy back to
stiffness
as they watched the others screw. Billy whispered, "Wow!", to Taylor
as
Harry Junior groaned and came, a thin froth of come pumping out of
Cindy's
cunt.
"Yeah, wow!", said Taylor. Sitting up, she reversed her position and
straddled Billy's face. Lowering her face to her boyfriend's crotch,
she
dove down and took him into her mouth again, grinding her pussy
against
his eager and hungry lips and tongue. Cindy stared in awe. She had
never
seen or performed sixty-nine before. She continued watching as Harry
Junior pushed her to the floor in a kneeling position. Crawling up
behind
her, he had stuffed his cock into her cunt from behind, doggy style,
and
they fucked in that position while watching Billy and Taylor on the
other
side of the coffee table. Both girls orgasmed repeatedly before the
guys
exploded, Billy in Taylor's mouth again and Harry Junior in Cindy's
gooey
pussy.
Temporarily sated, the four teens looked at each other in amazement.
Public fornication had been the last thing on any of their minds. Even
Harry Junior and Taylor had kept that aspect of their lives locked
away at
home, a family secret that never impinged on their dating. Somehow,
things
had gotten out of hand, and nobody really knew what to do next.
Billy came out of his daze first. Pulling on his pants, he remarked,
"If
my mother were to come downstairs right now, she'd kill us all and
sort it
out later." Cindy started at the comment and grabbed her clothes,
hurriedly pulling them on. Taylor and her brother shared a sly smile,
then
got dressed as well.
"Still, it was kind of interesting.", replied Harry Junior. Smiling at
Taylor, he said, "The last time I saw you naked, Sis, we were taking a
bath together. You've grown up."
"What?!", exclaimed his date.
Taylor explained, "When we were little, we used to get put in the tub
together. Mom and Dad stopped that once we figured out boys and girls
are
different." Everyone giggled. Taylor decided to take another bath with
her
brother in the very near future.
They grabbed a couple of beers from the basement refrigerator and
shared
them around. Then Cindy announced she needed to go home, and Harry
Junior
told Billy he'd take her and Taylor home. As they left, Cindy winked
at
Billy. "We ought to double date again, guys." The others gave the girl
shocked looks that gave way to sly grins.
***
Sue, Ronnie, and Frank entered the crowded nightclub to find no tables
readily available, so they forced their way to the bar and hung out
until
three stools opened up. They had dressed a touch informally for the
occasion, Frank in a blazer and slacks, and the two women wore wrap
halter
dresses, stockings and heels. They had a couple of rounds while
waiting
for a table or booth to become vacant, then Sue noticed a couple
leaving a
booth and made a beeline for it, the others in tow. They ordered a
third
round and settled back to listen to the band.
Frank was vastly amused by the steady stream of men coming to the
table
asking the two women to dance, not understanding how a single guy
could be
out on a date with two beautiful women. A ready supply of drinks from
potential swains lubricated Sue and Ronnie, who would invariably raise
the
glass in appreciation, throw an arm around Frank, and kiss him
passionately. Frank would simply smile and shrug his shoulders at the
crestfallen suitors.
After an hour in the booth, Frank excused himself to go find the men's
room, and his wife got a gleam in her eyes. Turning to Sue, Ronnie
said,
"Stay here and keep an eye on the table. I need some action." She
climbed
to her feet and wobbled off in the direction of the bathrooms.
Emboldened
by Dutch courage, she moved past the long line of women waiting at the
door of the ladies room and marched into the men's room.
Ignoring the gasps of the women, Ronnie espied her husband at one of
the
urinals. Leaning against the wall where he could see her, she ran her
hands up her body to cup and jiggle her tits through the halter. Frank
laughed as his wife grabbed his hand and dragged him into one of the
stalls. Disdaining any foreplay, he pushed her forward to support
herself
on the plumbing. Unzipping his pants, he fished out his very stiff
cock
and lifted Ronnie's skirt to her waist, then plunged forward, burying
his
prick into her juicy cunt. He bucked against her briefly as she
squealed
loudly, then let out a loud grunt and bucked forward, spraying her
cunt
with his come. They fixed their clothing and stepped out of the stall,
where they were greeted with a round of applause.
"Where the hell have you two been?", demanded Sue, sipping from
another
free drink.
"I followed Frank into the men's room and fucked him.", replied her
sister, leaning across her husband to yell above the noise into Sue's
ear.
"You bitch! What about me? I'm horny, too, you know!"
"So, take him back to the men's room. The audience loved it!", said
Ronnie. She groped her husband's crotch. "See, he's stiff already."
"Fuck you! I can't wait that long!" Pushing Ronnie's hand out of the
way,
Sue reached down and unzipped her brother-in-law's pants and fished
out
his erection. Frank was so stunned he couldn't move, but Sue acted for
him. Her dress wrapped around the back; she slid onto his lap and
opened
the slit. Rising slightly, she looked at Ronnie and ordered, "Put it
in!"
Ronnie aimed Frank's dick and Sue sat back onto it.
For the next fifteen minutes, Sue bounced madly on top of the cock
secretly buried in her sopping wet pussy, pretending to be dancing on
his
lap. When the next free drink arrived, she invited the buyer over.
"Thanks, but I'm kind of busy right now. I'm getting fucked!" she told
the
guy, who backed off with a shocked look on his face.
Frank put a stop to any more public fornication after that, but it was
well past midnight when he hustled the two women out of the club and
back
to the pickup truck. They ignored him on the way home, but not each
other.
Sue slipped to the floor of the cab and spread Ronnie's legs, pushing
her
face into her sister's cunt to eat out the remains of Frank's come.
Ronnie
responded by pushing her hands inside of Sue's coat and down the front
of
her dress, to play with her sibling's tits. Once home, Frank
half-carried
the intoxicated and horny women to Sue's room and fucked each of them
again while they sixty-nined each other. They closed the bedroom door
before falling asleep, but everybody was too tired to care if Jim came
home and found them together on Sue's bed.
***
Jim didn't come home at all that night. When the executives had
returned
to the party, Wallace had made an announcement that they had just
hired a
new Vice-President of Finance and introduced him to the assembled
crowd.
It was almost two before he was able to make his excuses and wrap
Cassie
in her mink coat and take her home.
"Jim, I had no idea what would happen...", she exclaimed once they
climbed
into his car.
"I'm glad you invited me, Cassie. You'll have to take me to cocktail
parties more often.", he replied with a laugh.
"It's just, well, I mean, I knew you worked at a bank, Sue told me
that. I
simply figured you were some sort of branch manager or something. You
know
banks, they hand out titles like candy!"
"I was, once, about thirty years ago."
"So how'd you get into the banking business, anyway?", she asked.
"It just kind of happened. After Millie and I got married, I still
didn't
want to go to work in the coal mines, so we up and moved north to the
big
city. It wasn't hard getting a job in those days with just a high
school
diploma, and I got a job as a junior teller at a bank near our
apartment.
I went to school nights for my degree, and stayed with it, that's
all.",
explained Jim.
He pulled into a parking space at her apartment building and escorted
her
inside. "Care to come up for a drink or something?", she asked coyly.
"I don't need any more to drink, but I'd like the 'or something'.",
was
his not unexpected response. Reaching under his jacket he peeled off
the
cummerbund and untied the bow tie.
Once inside her apartment, Cassie closed the door behind them and
said,
"Stay there." She turned her back to him and reached inside the mink
coat.
Unzipping the evening gown, she allowed it to slip down inside the
dress,
then stepped out of it. Turning back to Jim, she belted it loosely
around
her waist and allowed it to slip off her shoulders. Thrusting one leg
through out, she said seductively, "Allow me to congratulate you on
your
new job, Mister Mallory. We at Browning-Stevens believe that an
executive
should be properly welcomed. May I welcome you to the firm?" She
opened
the fur up so that her heaving breasts were almost totally visible,
holding it closed over her pussy.
Jim smiled and began undressing. "I would hate to appear ungrateful."
Cassie sank to her knees and helped her lover out of his pants. Seeing
the
sturdy erection staring her in the face, she promptly took him in her
mouth, sucking his cock until he came down her throat. Then, while he
finished stripping, she laid some pillows on the thick carpet and
reclined, opening the mink coat wide, showing him again that she was
wearing nothing underneath but stockings and heels. Jim curled up in
her
arms and they fondled and kissed each other until he began to stiffen.
Climbing between her wide-spread legs, he began slowly fucking Cassie
while she moaned in contentment, luxuriating in the feel of the mink
on
her naked body.
Afterwards, they had crawled into her bed and slept late, waking
around
noon. After a slow motion wakeup screw, Jim dressed to leave. Before
he
left, however, he sat down on the bed next to her and took her hand.
"Cassie, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Jim. You sound serious."
"I guess I am. You know why I've been staying at Sue's for the last
week
or so don't you? I mean, you guys talk all the time, and I never once
believed that story about you coming over because your son wouldn't
visit.
She asked you to help watch over me until I was feeling better.,
didn't
she?", he asked.
Cassie nodded mutely, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Jim,
it's
just that she was so worried about you, is all. She didn't ask me to
seduce you, that was my own idea. Don't be angry with her. Your family
loves you."
He patted her hand gently. "I know that. I really didn't think you'd
go to
bed with me simply because she asked you to."
"God, I feel so cheap!", she wailed, burying her head in the pillow.
Jim gently pulled her up and held her against his chest. "Don't ever
say
that. Look at me." He lifted her face so that she was looking up at
him.
"Listen, I'm not going to be staying there any more. I'm feeling a lot
better now, even if you don't want to see me anymore, but I'd still
like
to see you."
"Are you serious?", she asked, dumbfounded.
He nodded. "I'm moving back to my house. Would you be interested in
coming
over, maybe staying the night? I'm not trying to pressure you. If this
was
simply a fling to help your friend, I'll understand, but, well, the
offer's there, if you want."
"Oh God! You must think I'm the worst sort of tramp.", she cried into
his
chest. He tenderly held her in his arms, rubbing her bare back.
Looking up
at him, she told him, "Believe me, please believe me! I might have
started
out simply figuring on a mercy fuck, but it's not like that. I'm not
like
that! I'm not!"
"I know, that's why I'm asking if you want to come over. It's all
right,
Cassie, really. I'm doing a lot better these last few days. Maybe my
life
isn't over like I thought it was. I'd like to still see you, if you'd
let
me."
She mutely nodded. Gathering up her courage, she said, "You have to
know,
you're not the first guy I've been to bed with since my divorce. I've
been
with other guys, a lot of guys. You'd want to be seen with a tramp, a
slut?"
"There are certain positive aspects to that question.", noted her
lover,
running a hand over her body. "You've already taught an old dog
several
new tricks.", he said with a smile. "Hey, I knew you weren't a virgin.
I'm
not blind, you know. I've seen you and Sue going out on the town ever
since she got over her mourning, dressed to the nines, coming back at
the
crack of dawn with well-fucked looks on your faces. I know what you
two
have been up to. The kids, too. I'm not some damn Puritan here to
condemn
you. Can't we see where this will lead to?"
"Oh, God, Jim, I'd love to. You are the most interesting guy I've met
in
years! Are you sure?", she asked, hoping against hope he wanted to
keep
seeing her. His smiling nod was answer enough. "Let me up! I'll take a
quick shower and get dressed." She started scrambling out of the bed.
"Slow down, Cassie. Take your time. I have to go over to Sue's and
grab my
stuff anyway. Why don't you drive over later this afternoon and I'll
make
us dinner. If you want to stay over, bring a bag.", Jim said. "Maybe
you
can help me pack away some of Millie's stuff. I just haven't had the
heart
to do it yet."
Cassie began crying again, this time with tears of joy as she hugged
him.
"The rest of the week and all weekend, if you want."
"Damn big bag.", Jim commented.
She smiled slyly. "Not really. I don't plan on wearing all that much."
***
When Jim got back to his daughter-in-law's house, Frank helped him
take
his belongings back to his own house. Sue and Ronnie were each in
their
own beds, nursing monstrous hangovers. Frank hurried back to the house
to
watch football with his nephew, an activity considerably improved when
Taylor came downstairs wearing her cheerleader's uniform with nothing
underneath. The guys decided she was a major improvement over the
usual
halftime activities. With Sue and Ronnie under the weather, Taylor was
forced to satisfy the horny desires of the two men repeatedly, much to
her
delight.
Thursday proved to be the last major group grope of the holiday
season,
since Ronnie and Frank were driving home the next morning. Confronted
by
three willing women, Frank and Harry Junior were hard pressed to
accommodate their needs. The three ladies wore nothing but short and
lightweight robes, and whenever either Frank or Harry Junior showed
the
slightest indication of an erection, assaulted them bodily, pulling
down
the men's pants and practically raping them. At other times, they
pleasured themselves with the toys brought down from various bedrooms.
Dinner was a simple affair; they cleaned out the leftovers from the
refrigerator. Needless to say, everyone slept soundly that night.
The next day, the family dispersed. Frank and Ronnie climbed back into
their pickup truck to head back to Maryland's Eastern Shore. Sue
promised
to bring the kids out for a couple of weeks the coming summer. Harry
Junior slipped out after lunch to play basketball with some friends.
Taylor got on the phone, first to Billy, who informed her that his
mother
had jailed him for life, but that he could probably get parole in a
couple
of weeks. Taylor promised to come over that night and provide a
conjugal
visit. Then she called Cindy, to gossip and find out just what her
brother's girlfriend had in mind for double dating. The answer sounded
very intriguing.
Sue drove over to Jim's house to see how he was doing back on his own,
not
knowing that Cassie was spending the weekend. Only seeing Jim's car in
the
driveway, she let herself in the front door. Moving towards the living
room, she was mystified by the odor prevalent in the house. It
practically
reeked of sex, a heavy scent composed of sweat and semen. She heard
Jim's
voice rasping in the living room. Peeking around a corner of an
archway,
she was amazed to find Jim sitting naked in an armchair. Cassie knelt
in
front of him, her head bobbing up and down in his lap. Dried come was
caked to the insides of her friend's thighs, and Jim was moaning, "Oh,
yeah, baby, that's it, that's it, take it, take it!" His eyes were
closed
and his hands were in the younger woman's hair as he his hips began
twitching, and he came in her eager mouth while Sue watched, her own
pussy
moistening at the thought. She briefly toyed with the idea of joining
them
but discarded the thought almost as soon as it formed. It was far too
soon
to consider any form of sexual relationship with Jim, and the very
possibility was a remote one at best.
Waiting for Cassie to finish Jim off, Sue cleared her throat and
stepped
into the archway. "My, my, my! I guess you're feeling better after
all,
Dad!", she said.
Jim's eyes snapped open and Cassie whirled to face her friend. Despite
the
fact that the pair had often shared men and each other, she rolled
aside
and wrapped a quilt around herself. Exposed, Jim snatched up a
newspaper
and dropped it into his lap, blushing fiercely. "Jesus, Sue, haven't
you
ever heard of knocking?", he asked in exasperation. Cassie began to
laugh.
"Why? I didn't see anybody's car outside. And when was the last time I
knocked on your door, tell me that? Just be glad it was me and not
your
grandchildren, Dad. And you, Cassie, you should be ashamed of
yourself,
taking advantage of dirty old men like this. Why I have a mind to
report
you to the AARP!"
Cassie laughed at the idea, she knew Jim was a member of the senior
citizen's group. "Christ, don't do that! They'll be lining up at my
door!"
"What brings you over, Sue?", asked Jim, trying against hope to muster
whatever dignity he could. "Checking up on me?"
"I can see that you're in good hands, Dad. Those were Cassie's hands,
weren't they?", she teased. Jim blushed again. "Come on, girlfriend,
get
up and take a shower. We need to go shopping."
"Shopping?", asked Jim as Cassie climbed to her feet, still wearing
the
quilt.
"Sure, Dad. That's girl talk for gossip. I'm going to ask all sorts of
embarrassing personal questions, and she's going to give me all sorts
of
embarrassing personal answers. Shopping!" Smiling brightly, she asked,
"Do
you prefer Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood, Dad?"
"You little witch!", he exclaimed.
"That was with a W, right?" Cassie left for the bathroom, and Sue
said,
"Seriously, Dad, I'm glad you're doing better. You had us scared to
death.
I think the two of you are good for each other. You need someone now
that
Millie's gone, and Cassie needs to settle down a bit. You make a nice
couple."
Jim nodded in agreement. "I think you're right, Angel. We're
celebrating.
I start a new job on Monday."
"Congratulations, Dad. You two should come over and tell us all about
it
this weekend." She contemplated the scene, with different
participants,
then said, "You know, in twenty years this would have been Harry and
me."
Her father-in-law nodded. "I know, Angel. I miss him, too."
Sue turned away to find Cassie. Looking back, she laughed and said,
"Dad,
put some pants on! You look ridiculous!"