Diane's Problem
written by:
The SlutMan

Diane's Problem by The SlutMan

The lithe, long-legged beauty writhed over me, thighs spread wide as her tight cunt resisted her efforts to get my meaty cock inside her. Diane gasped and moaned, her small hands clamped onto my forearms in an almost painful grip. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth bared in an almost feral grimace as she worked at me, trying to sheath my eight inch rod in her belly. Her slim hips rolled around the pivot point of her virgin cunt, the outer lips splayed open around the plum sized head of my rampantly erect cock as she literally screwed herself slowly down onto my thick shaft.

She gasped and her sky blue eyes popped open as the head of my cock finally breeched the portals of her tight little pussy, my cockhead lodging just inside. She bent her head and stared at her wide spread cuntlips impaled on my spike, her ass length blond hair cascading past her shoulders and cloaking us in a shimmering, golden world all our own.

She smiled then, a small, private smile of victory and her hands loosened their grip. My hands slowly slid up from her narrow hips where they had been lightly holding her, past an impossibly tiny waist and onto her swollen softball sized breasts with their fat, puffy nipples, like strawberries perched on mounds of vanilla ice cream. Her eyes drifted to my face and her breathing hitched as I gently pinched the turgidly erect little buds.

The tireless engine of her hips started up again but slower this time, screwing herself inch by slow inch down my rigid shaft, her full lower lip caught in her teeth. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing I had ever seen anywhere in my thirty-five years. It just got better as she straightened up, gathered the thick mop of her hair in her hands and piled it on her head and held it there, her elbows out to the side and her back arched, her proud titties thrust out as she undulated on my gradually disappearing cock.

My eyes raked over the ripe little body on display for me, her creamy white breasts starkly outlined by her summer tan, the rest of her flawless skin a coffee-and-cream shade of tan except for the small, white triangle centered around her lightly furred little pussy, now widely split by my steel hard cock half submerged in her hot, wet cunt.

I did nothing to help her, using all of my will power to just lay there, resisting the primal urge to thrust my hips upwards and take her. Her cherry was long gone, lost to gymnastics in the third grade and an overly confident attempt at a split on a slippery floor.

Finally, a few moments later she was sitting on my hips, my eight inches fully sheathed in her taut belly, a tiny, triumphant smile pulling at her full lips as her eyes sparkled down at me.

"See?" she said. "I told you it wasn't too big." I smiled back at her flushed face.

"You were right," I admitted, looking again at her tight pussy, now with a full beard of my pubic hair. "I can't believe you got the whole thing inside you."

It was, I thought to myself, a rather remarkable feat. Diane was not a big girl, standing at around four feet, ten inches tall and weighing in at less than one hundred pounds.

She was my next door neighbor's daughter and I had known them for about eighteen years, ever since they moved in. It amazed me that she was making a play for me and I had foolishly decided to see how far she would go.

She was a remarkably beautiful girl with long, lean but well muscled and shapely legs, a delightfully round and firm ass, slim hips, a small waist and fat little boobs about the size of softballs. Her neck was long and slender, her nose straight and small. She had big blue eyes, full lips and a brilliant smile all topped by a lush, thick mop of blond hair.

She was a seductive little thing as well. Fucking her had not been on my agenda but apparently, it had been on hers. She had come over from next door to hang out with me in my swimming pool in my stockade-fenced backyard. I had a few beers between bouts of horseplay in the pool while she had lemonade. (She didn't like beer.)

Two hours and five beers later, her tiny bikini and my swim trunks were at the bottom of the pool, she had sucked my cock until it was hard and I had eaten her to what looked like a tremendous orgasm while she sat on the edge of the pool. And now, despite my misgivings concerning her diminutive size and my fat dick, she was mounted on me with my thick eight inch cock imbedded in her formerly virginal snatch.

Earlier in the afternoon, after our horseplay was done and we were hanging on the side of the pool, she leaned forward and planted an unexpected kiss right on my lips. She pulled back and looked at me.

I cleared my suddenly tight throat and asked, "Diane, why did you do that?"

"I have these dreams," she said quietly, "And you're in all of them. So..."

"So..." I said, trying to encourage her.

"So," she said, "I've picked you."

"Picked me for what?"

She blushed and looked at my chest as she answered. "Umm... I want you to... Uhh... I want you to..."

I reached out and tipped her face up to mine. "Come on sweetie, spit it out."

She blushed again, then squared her shoulders and looked right at me. "I want you to be my first man!"

"You what?" I goggled at her, sure that I had not heard her right.

"I want you," she pointed at me, "... to be my first man. I want you to take my cherry!"

"Oh sweetie," I said, almost strangling while trying to talk through the lump in my throat. "I'm flattered honey, but sweetie, I can't! Your parents would kill me!"

Her face clouded up and she looked at me sadly. "I'd never tell."

"Sweetie..."

"I wouldn't," she said sadly. "If I'm going to lose my virginity, shouldn't it be with someone who knows me and loves me, someone who would think of me rather than just himself and would make my first time good for me?"

I stared at her with my mouth hanging open as we clung to the side of my pool and that's when she made her second move, swooping in for the kill, glomming onto my mouth with hers and trying to lick my tonsils. I unthinkingly kissed her back and by the time my brain kicked into gear, she had both of her hands down the front of my bathing suit, playing with my rapidly hardening cock.

And somehow I found my hands mauling her proud tits under the tiny top of her bikini. She took her hands out of my suit long enough to pull the string that held her top in place, broke the mind-bending kiss she had started and lunged out of the water, climbing up me like I was a ladder and cramming a fat, erect nipple between my lips.

The little head took over and my hands slipped down to her tight little ass, holding her in place as I sucked about half of her plump little tit into my mouth, sucking and chewing her rapidly hardening nipple as we submerged into the water. My feet hit bottom and I walked towards the shallow end until her ass was level with the side of the pool and sat her there on the edge. Her arms went around my head, holding my mouth on her breast while she used her feet to push my bathing suit down to my knees.

I sucked her nipples until they were hard enough to scratch glass. Her hands left my head long enough to pull the strings tied at her hips and there was a tiny splash as her bottoms hit the water behind me. Then her hands were back on my head and she was pushing me down, my lips and tongue caressing her belly and then her hot little virgin cunt.

I ate her out with all the skill I could muster, (the little head at work again!) as I wanted her to come back for more and I was afraid that she wouldn't. She bucked and writhed her way through what seemed like a huge orgasm and then pushed me away, saying she was too sensitive for more. Then she slithered off the lip of the pool and submerged right in front of me.

I damn near jumped out of my skin when her hot little mouth plunged down over my half hard cock, sucking it deep inside and working it over like a woman twice her age. She stayed down there for over a minute, blowing me until I reached down and pulled her up. She wrapped her long, lithe legs around my waist, trapping my by now steel hard cock between our bellies and kissed me again, grinding her steaming hot cunt against the underside of my cock.

My hands went to her taut, round ass, cupping a cheek in each hand. She moaned her approval in my mouth as two of my fingers found her drooling little cunt and slid inside. She was furnace hot in there and very, very tight. She moaned into my mouth again and her hips started moving, scrubbing against the bottom of my cock as she bobbed up and down on the two fingers that were embedded in her pussy.

I turned and found my way blindly out of the pool and sat naked on a big, thickly padded chaise lounge, kissing my hot lover-to-be all the while. Uncounted minutes later, she stopped kissing me as I finally drew a small orgasm out of her with my fingers.

She tucked her face into the corner of my jaw as she gasped and moaned through her orgasm, her hard nippled tits drilling into my chest as she rode it out. I laid back with her sprawled on top of me, her narrow hips still grinding against my turgidly erect cock.

Her hot breath huffed against my neck as she laid on me, recovering from her cum. Then she put her hands on my chest and levered herself upright, still sitting on my cock. She looked at me gravely for a moment, then pulled off her bathing cap and shook out her long hair, combing it with her fingers, arms up, elbows out, fat little breasts thrust out and on display in the timeless manner of women everywhere. Neither one of us said a word.

She lowered her arms and leaned on my chest again, giving me a lust-filled, smokey look. She got to her knees and my cock, drenched in her fluids came up with her. She took it in her hand and aimed it at her wet little cunt.

"No," I croaked.

"Why?"

"You're to small, I'm to big."

I was surprised that my cock didn't turn around and spit at me. I wanted this girl. I wanted her to sit on my cock. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her more than I've ever wanted any woman in my life. And that's why I said no. Because no matter what the little head said and despite what I'd already done with her, she was not just an easy lay. She was a breath-takingly beautiful eighteen-year-old girl and the daughter of two of my closest friends. I was unwilling to chance hurting her. My cock was too thick. Something would tear.

"I'm on the pill."

"I'm too big," I said again as I gawked at her.

"Bullshit!" she cried. "You don't have to do anything, ok? I'm not gonna do it if it hurts! Let me try! Please!"

"I don't know..." I said reluctantly.

"This..." She grabbed my cock, "... is big, but it ain't that big! Please, let me try. Please?"

I wanted her. I really, really wanted to be the guy who taught her how to make love. "Ok," I said. "If you can get it in, we'll make love, all right? But if you can't, or if it hurts you, I'll know and we stop. Agreed?" She leaned over and gave me a kiss that scorched my tonsils and got back up on her knees.

"Thank you," she said, a serious look on her face.

"All right. Go ahead. But I'm not going to help. You're on your own." I gave her my patented 'I Know All' look. "Just remember, I'll know if it hurts," I warned her.

"Don't worry," she replied. "It won't." And she started.

******

The lithe, long-legged beauty writhed over me, thighs spread wide as her tight cunt resisted her efforts to get my thick cock inside. She gasped and moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth bared in an almost feral grimace as she worked at me, trying to sheath my eight inch rod in her belly. Her slim hips rolled around the pivot point of her virgin cunt, the outer lips splayed open around the plum sized head of my rampantly erect cock as she literally tried to screw herself down on my thick shaft.

She gasped and her eyes popped open as the head of my cock finally breeched the portals of her tight little pussy, my cockhead lodging just inside. She bent her head and stared at her wide spread cuntlips, impaled on my spike.

She smiled then, a small, private smile of victory. My hands slowly slid up from her narrow hips past an impossibly tiny waist and onto her swollen softball sized breasts with their fat, puffy nipples. Her eyes drifted to my face, and her breathing hitched as I gently pinched the turgidly erect little buds.

The tireless engine of her hips started up again but slower this time, screwing herself inch by slow inch down the rigid shaft, her full lower lip caught in her teeth. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing I had ever seen anywhere in my thirty-five years and it just got better as she straightened up, gathered the thick mop of her hair in her hands and piled it on her head and held there, elbows out to the side, back arched, her proud titties thrust out as she undulated on my gradually disappearing cock.

My eyes raked over the ripe little body on display for me, her creamy white breasts starkly outlined by her summer tan, the rest of her flawless skin a coffee-and-cream shade of tan except for the small, white triangle centered around her lightly furred little pussy, now widely split by my steel hard cock, halfway in her hot, wet cunt.

I did nothing to help her, using all of my will power to just lay there, resisting the primal urge to thrust my hips upwards and take her.

Finally, a few moments later she was sitting on my hips, my eight inches fully sheathed in her taut belly, a tiny, triumphant smile pulling at her full lips as her eyes sparkled down at me.

"See?" she said. "I told you it wasn't too big." I smiled back at her flushed face.

"You were right," I admitted, looking again at her stuffed pussy, now with a full beard of my pubic hair. "I can't believe you got the whole thing inside you." She leaned over and kissed me, a soft, grateful kiss, then straightened up again. Her confident smile faded slowly away as she looked at me. I figured out her problem immediately. "Just keep doing what you were doing before sweetie," I told her.

She looked at me, a little confused. "You mean this?" she asked hesitantly and started that incredible swivel action with her hips again, straightened up, gathered the thick mop of her hair in her hands and piled it on her head and held it there, elbows out to the side, back arched, the ripe mounds of her breasts thrust out as she undulated on my cock, still buried to the hilt in her incredibly tight snatch.

"Oooh, that's it, baby!" I moaned, drinking in the incredibly sexy sight of her as she stirred her honey pot with my thick rod. She stepped up the speed of her hips and her eyes glazed over as she felt what my cock was doing to her. I slipped my hands under her ass, feeling the muscles flexing inside the firm globes as she moved on me. "Keep doing that," I gasped, "and start moving up and down on my cock like this." I muscled her 100 pounds into the air, lifting her off my cock until just the head was inside her, then slowly let her back down on me. Comprehension suddenly dawned on her face as she caught on to the basics of 'Riding the Pony'.

She started posting on my thick cock, still holding her pose, her proud tits just barely quivering as her ass landed on my belly. It was like having my cock in a velvet meat grinder as her hot, tight cunt moved up and down on my cock while she did her amazing belly dance.

After just a few moments of that, I couldn't help myself, I just had to move. I had to fuck this fantastically sexy eighteen-year-old. I lifted my hips as she was coming down on me, meeting her halfway and letting her ride me down to the fat, springy cushion of the lounge we were fucking on. She lost her rhythm for a second, dropped her hands to my chest to recover her balance and then she was back into it, galloping full speed into womanhood, riding my thick, turgidly erect cock.

I snaked a hand between her widespread thighs and found her clit, gently thumbing it like a doorbell every time her taut little ass slapped onto my belly and the plum sized head of my cock prodded her cervix. Seconds later, her hip action got ratchety and her timing went out the window as her first orgasm with a man's cock in her belly overtook her.

Her nails dug into my chest and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, then froze on me, my fat prick buried deep in her cunt as she came. She wailed loudly enough for me to worry about the neighbors hearing her as she convulsed through her orgasm, her hot, wet cunt doing wonderful things to my cock. I pulled her head down and smothered her cries with a kiss as she rode out her first orgasm.

A minute later, she broke our kiss and started moving on me again, her attention totally focused on her pussy and the long, fat cock impaling it. I found her slim thigh and held it, stopping her movement when she was at the top of my cock. My other hand burrowed between her thighs again and found her clit. Then I started moving, holding her motionless as I fucked her tight cunt with my fat cock.

She moaned and shuttered as a series of mini-orgasms swept through her while I hammered my cock deep into her belly, her lush breasts shaking on her chest as our bodies slapped together. She came hard a second time when I flicked her swollen clit with my finger, screaming into my mouth as her lips blindly found mine. I kept fucking her as she came, this time long-dicking the petite high school senior as she spasmed through her orgasm, stopping over a minute later when she collapsed onto my chest, completely wiped out.

I rolled us to our sides, cuddling the moaning girl in my arms and drawing a large beach towel over us. She slowly quieted down and we both dozed off, falling asleep with my hard cock still buried deep in her belly.

I don't know how long we slept but the sun was still high in the sky, shining dimly through the awning over the patio when I awoke. I was on my back and something was doing wonderful things to my cock. I lifted my head and saw Diane on her knees between my legs, leisurely sucking my Johnson and playing with my achingly full balls. She slanted a sideways look at me as I stirred, well over five inches of my cock soaking in her mouth. She slowly pull up off of my cock, tonguing the piss slit as the bulky knob left her mouth.

"It's about time! I've been sucking your cock for the last ten minutes, trying to wake you up." She grinned at me.

"Next time," I said, making a long arm and dragging her up my body until her face hovered over mine, "Wake me up first. I wanna be awake when you suck me off."

"I don't know," she laughed. "It was neat having your cock grow in my mouth and hearing you groaning all over the place. Made me feel... I dunno... powerful. Little ole me, making a grown man squirm and moan! Wow!"

"How about," I growled, rolling her under me and propping myself up over her ripe little body, "Big ole nasty me making you squirm and shout? Hmmm? Think I should do that?"

Her eyes darkened and got that smokey look in them again and her body, I don't know, seemed to get fuller, riper somehow. And she went from a sassy, playful eighteen year old girl to Diane, a sexy, wanton woman wanting my cock, a cock that has frightened off more than one full grown woman.

"Oooh," she cooed in a strangely throaty voice, looping her arms around my neck, her upper arms pushing her fat, plush tits together and making a truly amazing cleavage, "That sounds like fun, big boy!" She pulled me down into a searing kiss, a kiss hot enough to scramble a man's brains with the inherent promise of it. She hooked her long legs over my hips and just like that, my rigid cock was knocking at the door to her teenaged cunt.

She broke our kiss when she felt the fat knob of my cock prodding her labia and licked my lips, tightening her grip around my neck and grinding her stiff nipples into my chest. Then she was kissing me again as I sank down onto the lounge and onto her, my rampantly erect cock slowly finding its way into her hot little cunt. We both groaned as my balls touched down on her tight little ass. She looked at me and then licked my lips again, a move that I discovered turned me on beyond belief. Her arms and legs tightened on me and she undulated under me, her hot little cunt clamping down on me as she moved.

"Come on darling," she said in a husky voice, "Fuck me. Your Diane needs you," and she did it again, licking my lips as she writhed like a snake under me and on me, her tight pussy squeezing my cock like a big hand. I started moving on her, my hips rising and falling gently as I slowly fucked her.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered where in the hell she had picked up these little tricks that turned me on so powerfully. She was every man's dream, the smart, beautiful, all American daughter every father dreams of and the sexy, sensual, up for anything at any time slut that every man hopes to marry. And she was just eighteen years old. What would she be like at twenty-five? Or at thirty, when women hit their sexual prime? A man would kill for a woman like this.

And she was mine.

I fucked her slow and easy for a long time that afternoon. I was as hard as a steel bar and just about that sensitive, too. I had not cum the first time I fucked her and I'd fallen asleep with my cock still hard in her. She had sucked me hard a second time and I was back in the saddle, balling her again. But something was congested down there or something. Her cunt was hot, tight, wet velvet, rippling all along the eight inch length of me and it felt fantastic, the best I'd ever had in fact. Yet, I didn't feel that overwhelming urge to cum. I knew I could and would when I was ready, I just had not hit that point, yet.

And sweet, wanton little Diane reaped the benefits of the strange zone I was in.

It was a slow, easy fuck and Diane was cumming about once every five minutes or so. Not the earth-shattering orgasms that she was having during our first fuck but ones that crept up on her, shook her to her bones, lasted a minute or two and then slowly faded away. I found that I could intensify them by playing with and sucking her nipples and after the first five minutes of our coupling, her nipples were hugely engorged, ever her aureoles swollen and standing out from her lush tits.

Every square inch of her hot little body that I could reach with my lips and tongue fell victim to me. A hot passionate tonguing of her dainty ears cranked up her thermostat but not as much as a soul searing kiss did and that didn't work as well as abusing her tits and nipples did. She seemed to have a direct line from her nipples to her cunt and chewing and sucking those delectable little morsels pretty much set her off as often as I pleased.

And we didn't stick to just the plain old Missionary position either. We flowed from one position to the next seamlessly, on our sides face to face, on our sides with me behind her, her riding me, her hair a golden halo swirling around her head as she orgasmed on me. But the position she seemed to like best was doggie style. Since she was so much shorter than me, I was fucking down into her so my cock was sliding over her G-spot with every stroke.

She had truly monstrous orgasms that way, cumming like a freight train, fast and heavy. I'd been fucking her for almost an hour before we tried that position and that's how we finished up. I was tired and I wanted to give her a really good orgasm before I shot off in her. So when I got her on her hands and knees, I started out slow, then cranked it up when I realized why she was cumming so easily.

I leaned over her back, took her hanging breasts in my hands to hold her in place and started to really put the wood to her. It sounded like someone clapping their hands when our bodies came together and when her orgasm tore through her, she had to stuff a corner of the beach towel into her mouth to muffle her screams of ecstasy.

I mauled her lush breasts as I fucked her, pinching and twisting her turgidly erect nipples or squeezing her entire breast in my hand until her flesh bulged between my fingers, invariably driving her into a massive orgasm. She couldn't take that kind of fucking for too long and frankly, I couldn't either. Seven or eight minutes after we started, my poor overfilled balls drew up and the longest, hardest orgasm I've ever had commenced.

I knew I was going to lose it seconds before it happened so I set her off first, rabbit-fucking her as hard as I could. When she screamed and started cumming, I pinched her nipples and pulled them down, away from her breasts, turning her tits from perfect globes to the torpedo shaped knockers you see on the front of a Cadillac from the fifties or on the leading ladies from the movies of that era. She went apeshit, her cunt clamping down on me and locking me in place just as I slammed my cock in her to the hilt.

My cock felt like it swelled to twice it's size and my balls cut loose. I came so hard it felt like I was pissing cum instead of pumping it out in spurts. I bellowed as the silky walls of her cunt milked the cum right out of me, her muscles rippling up and down the length of my cock.

She screamed like a shot rabbit as my steaming load of spunk splashed into her vagina, the first of thousands of loads I hoped to pump into her. It was the first time she had ever felt someone cum in her and it drove her even deeper into her orgasm, if that were possible. She ran out of breath and collapsed, still cumming like mad and I rode her down, the impact from our landing driving my spewing cock even deeper into her cunt. She let out another whistling shriek and convulsed under me, the sensation of my cock head hitting her cervix wringing another titanic orgasm from her.

I was as limp as a rag doll when my orgasm finally ended. It felt like I had spewed my backbone into her spasming pussy. It took all I had left to roll off of her still twitching body. My cock made a popping sound as it pulled out of her abused cunt and it uncorked a flood of her juices and mine. She grunted as her pussy drained, the running fluid causing another small orgasm to ripple through her.

I gathered her sweat soaked body in my arms and pillowed her head on my bicep. She opened her bleary eyes and smiled a little Madonna-like smile at me.

"Thank you," she whispered and she moved her head forward to mine... and licked my lips.

*******

It had been two weeks since Diane seduced me in my backyard. Two weeks since she somehow managed to get me to fuck her. I hadn't seen her since. It had been the most exhilarating sexual experience of my life because the little darling was a natural, taking to sex like a duck to water.

I wanted her again. I wanted to caress that amazing little body of hers, to play with her softball sized tits and watch her nipples swell. I wanted to hold her ripe little ass in my hands, to marvel at her tiny waist, to feel her long, lean legs wrap around my hips as I stroked my cock into her young impossibly tight cunt. But most of all, I just wanted to hold her, to be close to someone for a little while.

But I hadn't seen hide nor hair of her and I couldn't very well call her. What the hell would I say if her mother answered the phone? 'Hi, can Diane come out and play?' Damn it.

Had she found someone else?

My eyes popped open and went to the clock on the bedside table. Two o'clock on a Saturday morning. Jesus. I listened carefully and heard another step squeak.

Somebody was in the house.

Diane!

I silently rolled over to face the bedroom door just as it started to open. The house was dark, only the faint glow of starlight from the windows lighting my room. The bedroom door swung wide open and a small, woman-shaped person dressed in a short robe drifted silently into the room.

As she approached the bed, I reached out and took her by the wrist, jerked her onto the bed and rolled on top of her, kissing her as my hands found her breasts.

It was not Diane.

It took a few moments for me to discover that. By the time I figured it out, I had both of her breasts in my hands and my tongue about halfway down her throat. She didn't struggle at all, just let out a surprised gasp as I grabbed her arm and a throaty, giggling moan as I grabbed her tits and kissed her.

I rolled off her in one hell of a hurry and didn't stop until my feet hit the floor on the far side of the king sized bed. I snapped on the dim lamp on the nightstand and found myself standing naked, facing Diane's mother.

Oh, shit!

She got out of the bed, tightened the sash on her thin robe which did very little to hide her body the way it clung to her and looked at me.

"Good morning, Jerry," she said, as if she were out for a morning stroll instead of in my bedroom, wearing something that was considerably more revealing than her everyday attire.

"Umm, hey Laura. Uh, what's going on?" I replied lamely, still gawking at her.

Laura was well worth gawking at, especially the way she was dressed. She was a petite woman, forty-two years old, a couple of inches over five feet tall and very blond, a lighter blond than her daughter. I had always suspected that she was a tasty little stack but I could never really tell, the woman usually dressed like it was nineteen fifty in ugly muumuu-type things.

But what she was wearing left very little to the imagination. I had gotten a first hand feel of her breasts and they had been substantial, much more than a handful. Now I could see a lot of them; her robe was wrapped tightly around her and she still showed a considerable amount of a surprisingly deep cleavage.

Her tits were big, ripe globes that rode high on her chest, standing up almost as well as her daughter's did. Her nipples were fat and plump, their outline plain through the robe she wore. Her waist was slim and flared out to her hips, unabashedly womanly hips. Her belly looked to be flat and firm and she had great legs, long and slender and shapely. Her robe, what there was of it, only came down to mid-thigh. I couldn't take my eyes off her; she looked dramatically different dressed like this.

She looked remarkably fuckable in fact. Especially for her age. Damn few women look as good as her at forty-two.

I had not been the only one looking. She had checked me out pretty well too and her eyes were resting on my cock which was slowly growing, a tribute to her and the way she looked.

She tore her eyes away from my cock and sat in the only chair in the room. "Sit down Jerry, we need to talk."

Shit. I've never had a woman say that to me and had it turn out to be good. I sat on the edge of the bed.

"If you're over here at two in the morning, we must really need to talk," I said, struggling to look at her face instead of her cleavage.

"I was putting away some of Diane's laundry today," she continued, "and I found her diary."

I suddenly felt light-headed.

"And I read it."

I could feel the blood draining from my face. "Oh no!" I moaned softly.

"Oh no indeed." she agreed. "You fucked my daughter."

She looked at me calmly, waiting for me to regain my composure, I suppose. "I... I..."

"Just what the hell were you thinking?" she interrupted. "I've known you for over eighteen years and I've seen you do some pretty stupid things, but this!" She gave me an exasperated look.

I gulped, feeling the guilt burn through me. She was right of course; it had been incredibly stupid of me to take Diane to bed. But I wasn't going to tell her mother how Diane had talked me into it either. I should have and could have stopped her.

If I'd wanted to.

I looked at Diane's mother, sitting calmly in the chair and suddenly wondered, why wasn't her husband here? She must have seen the expression on my face change.

"No, I'm not going to tell her father."

I hadn't been worried about Diane's father. Jack was a nice guy, at least twenty or twenty five years older than Laura. He had been the bachelor professor that had fallen for the grad student and married her. He was the original pacifist, totally against violence for any reason and he had to be in his sixties. I didn't think I had to worry about a geriatric pacifist teacher.

I looked at her.

"She talked you into it, didn't she?" Laura suddenly asked, looking intently at my face.

I looked everywhere except at her. "It wasn't like that," I protested weakly.

"Oh Jerry," she sighed. "She does love you, you know. She said so in her diary. It says, 'I love him, Diary.'" She looked at me.

"Oh no," I groaned. "I didn't intended for that to happen, honest to God."

"Then it goes on to say; 'And I really love his big penis'." Laura said softly, still watching me closely. "But it also says; 'Now maybe I can get Robbie to make love to me, since I'm not a virgin anymore'."

She must have seen the relief in my face. She smiled softly. "You were a means to an end, Jerry. You were someone she trusted to be gentle and caring but you were also a way to get rid of a problem for her. Her pesky virginity."

I thought about that and felt a little sad. I had hoped for more from Diane, I suppose. And to be honest, I had hoped for a return engagement. I wanted to fuck her again. She was a lot of fun to be with and a spectacular lay.

"That was in her diary too, you know," Laura said, interrupting my thoughts.

"What was?"

"That you were gentle and caring. That you made her cum, a lot if I'm not mistaken. She said you made it fun but what she liked most was that you cuddled afterwards. She told her diary that falling asleep in your arms was the best part, she said she felt safe and warm and loved."

"I'm glad she enjoyed it," I said, still feeling sad. "She's a good kid."

Laura looked at me intently and then nodded again, and said, "You were hoping she'd come back, weren't you? You'd like to fuck her again, wouldn't you?"

My first impulse was to deny it. But I didn't. This amazing woman was just too damned adept at reading me. So I stood mute, and said nothing.

"You're a damned fool." Her smile took most of the sting out of her words. "And apparently, so am I." She fixed me with a stern look. "If she comes back, if she starts it, if she wants it, go ahead. If I hear otherwise, if I hear that you came sniffing around her, I'll cut your balls off and feed them to you."

I could feel my jaw drop. "Wha..."

"You heard me," she said. "I'd rather she was with you than that fucking idiot Robbie." She looked pensive for a moment and then seemed to make up her mind. "How old are you, Jerry?" she asked.

"Thirty-five," I said, still stunned that she was going to allow her daughter within a mile of me.

"And no steady girl?"

"No."

"No one night stands?"

"No."

"Why not? You're a handsome guy, getting laid shouldn't be a problem for you."

"Too many diseases out there," I said, mystified by the third degree.

"So you're disease free?"

"Yeah. You want to see the report?"

"No." She stood up and walked over to me.

I stood to face her and said, "I want you to tell Diane I said to stay away." I looked at her. "I... I can't promise that I can keep my hands off her. You'll have to find another stud for her."

Laura smiled. "Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary." Her smile widened as she shrugged off her robe. I stared. She was wearing a gauzy little form fitting number that hid all the good parts behind silk panels. Everything else was clearly in view, easily seen through the sheer material. Her breasts were covered but only from a little below her nipples up and only in the front. You could see the bottom half of her boobs and the top third of them and most of the sides of them, and the view was spectacular. She would have passed Ann Lander's pencil test easily, an amazing feat considering the size of her boobs and her age.

There was also a slim band of silk that encircled her hips and her mound was hidden behind another panel of silk. It was mid-thigh length and sexy as hell. She turned in front of me and I could see that her ass was not hidden at all and that was a spectacular view as well. Her hands went to her shoulders and she tugged on the ribbons there, and it fell off of her, whispering over her skin to lie puddled at her dainty feet.

My jaw dropped again as my eyes drank her in. I could see now that her breasts were capped with thick nipples, standing proudly on puffy areoles the size of a half dollar coin. Her mound was shaved bare, showing the tight lips of her cunt and there wasn't a hair to be seen anywhere on the lovely little peach of her vagina. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on her. Her belly was hard and tight, without any stretch marks and her ass was round and firm.

I thought, 'She must have a brutal exercise regime to look this good.' And she did look good. Her body and face looked a good fifteen years younger than the forty-two years old I knew her to be.

She stepped out of her gown and pressed those incredible boobs into my chest. I gasped as her cool hand wrapped around my rapidly growing cock. "Jack is at a conference in Detroit for the next two weeks," she said in a low, throaty voice. "And Diane is at a girl friend's camp for a week." Her hand began to move on my now fully erect cock, slowly caressing the eight-inch shaft.

My hands went to her beautiful breasts and I cupped them, my thumbs strumming her long, fat nipples. She arched her back, pushing her tits into my hands. "Oooh, that's nice," she moaned and smiled at me. "Think I can keep your mind off of teenaged girls?" she asked, slowly sinking to her knees. She licked the tip of my cock, her tongue digging in the piss slit for a moment. "Do you?"

She pursed her lips around the head of my cock and slowly moved forward, sliding my cock over her tongue and down her throat until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. "Oh my!" I moaned, and tangling my hands in her shoulder length blonde hair, I began to slowly fuck her mouth.

Laura was an extraordinary fellatrix, able to take my hefty rod down her throat with no problem. And she quickly brought me to the very brink of an orgasm and kept me there. It was agony. She was doing exquisitely pleasurable things to my joint with her hands and lips and teeth and tongue and none of it was enough to make me cum.

After fifteen minutes, I could take no more. I reached down and plucked her off the floor, tossing her on the bed. She squealed as I landed between her legs before she had stopped bouncing. "Oh yes!" she screamed as I lanced my rampantly erect cock deep into her cunt, ramming all eight inches into her with the first stroke.

And then we were off to the races. I fucked her as hard as I could, hammering my cock into her as fast as I could move. The room rang with her screams as she drummed her heels on my ass, urging me on. She was tight, damn near as tight as her daughter had been and she was wet. Between her screams and moans, I could hear the squishing sounds of a hard cock going into a very wet cunt.

I propped myself up over her and watched her face as I poured the meat to her, watched her react to all the different paces and moves I made, trying to find what she liked best. And I discovered that what she liked best was the plain old in and out and the harder, the better.

Barely five minutes after I jumped her, she came explosively. Her eyes got this far away look like she was listening to something only she could hear and a moment later, her back bowed as she lifted her cunt up to me and froze. She clenched her teeth and keened softly and then screamed, a long, rising wail that lasted until she ran out of breath.

Her arms came up, wrapped around me and she ground her pussy into me fiercely, her hips swirling around the stake of my cock, imbedded deep in her belly. Her pussy went crazy on my cock, squeezing and clenching it from root to tip as her orgasm thundered through her.

And I was right there with her. I came only a few seconds after she did, collapsing onto her plush tits, my face tucked into the curve of her long neck while I pounded my spurting cock into her with short, savage strokes. She let out a whistling scream as my jism flood her box, jetting against her cervix and getting beaten into a frothy white foam by my pumping cock.

It was fast, hard sex and one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. It felt like I was pissing out my load, like I was pumping gallons of the stuff into her instead of a couple of teaspoons of it. Laura's tight pussy was a velvet meat grinder, milking every drop of cum out of me.

But my cock didn't go down.

I fucked my ripe-bodied neighbor until her orgasm faded away and then I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her belly. I grabbed her by the hips, spread her legs with my knees and slammed my rigidly erect cock back into her, burying all eight thick inches of it in her sodden cunt in one savage stroke. She let out a weird, bubbling moan and cocked her hips, bringing her cunt down and back and I went to work, hammering my rod into her as fast as I could move.

I rode her like that for over ten minutes, balling her drooling box as hard as I could while she came and came and came. I had never seen a woman cum as often or as hard as she did. From her reactions, you'd think she hadn't been laid in years. After about her fourth or fifth climax, I rolled her lax body over again, spearing into her awesomely tight cunt. I put her legs over my shoulders and propped myself over her on my elbows, kneading her big, firm tits as I fucked her.

Her legs on my shoulders rolled her hips upwards and as a result, my cock prodded the front wall of her vagina, riding over the bundle of nerves there known as the G-spot. It yields a different kind of orgasm, heavier and slower but no less intense. They also last a lot longer, often going on for as long as the stimulation is there. Laura cried out as her G-spot orgasm began, thrashing her head back and forth, her hands clutching my forearms as her orgasm rolled through her lush body.

Her taut pussy was spasming almost constantly on me, her fluids soaking my cock and balls as she sporadically ejaculated during her climax. I only managed a few minutes of the heaven in her convulsing box before I came, roaring as my balls pulled up against my body and began spewing my load deep into her belly. She drowned me out with her cries as she felt my hot jism spraying against her cervix. I rammed my cock into the gasping, screaming woman and held it there, grinding it into her as far as I could get it while I came.

And then it was over. It took me two tries before I could roll off of her to my side. I gathered her slack body to me, cuddled her close and kissed her gently, my tongue dipping into her mouth for just a moment before I broke the kiss. I sighed tiredly and groped behind me for the covers, pulling the light blanket over our sweaty bodies. Laura pulled herself closer, kissed the corner of my jaw and tucked her face into my shoulder.

"Thank you." she whispered, her voice slurred with exhaustion. "Thank you sooo..." Her voice trailed off into a soft, buzzing little snore. I didn't have the strength to laugh, thinking it was the guy who was supposed to fall asleep after sex, not the girl.

And then I stopped thinking at all as sleep claimed me too.

*****

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed and the house filled with the odor of frying bacon. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, noticing that my toothbrush was already wet and padded downstairs, still naked with my morning hard on leading the way. I stopped in the kitchen doorway, watching Laura as she emptied a frying pan full of scrambled eggs onto a platter and set the pan down back on the stove.

Her hair was a wild, tangled mane around her face and shoulders and she was wearing her short robe. It was hanging open and from the side, all I could see of her body was her big jutting tits with their fat, thick nipples. She looked magnificent. There was a sparkle in her eye and a bounce to her step that I had not noticed before. I walked up behind her and slid my arms around her, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples as I bent and kissed the side of her throat.

She tipped her head back and to the side, presenting me with a startling length of neck and ground her tight ass into my cock. "Mmm, that feels nice," she murmured after a moment, and then she turned in my arms. I bent and claimed her mouth with mine, our tongues dueling together as we really kissed for the first time. She was a good kisser, putting her heart into it and rubbing that luscious body up against me, her heavy tits and spiked nipples grinding into my hairy chest.

"Mmm, good morning lover," she purred, her lips against mine as her hips began to thud against me. "Hungry?"

"Oh yeah!" I groaned, and sliding my hands down to her taut ass, I picked her up and carried her over to the small table in the corner of the kitchen. I perched her on the edge of it and slid my hands down her legs, pulling them open and moving up between them. She propped herself up on her elbows, giving me a hot, sloe-eyed look as I fisted my cock and walked it into her hot, wet cunt.

"Oh boy!" She leered at me comically. "Hot sausage for breakfast, just what I wanted!" She smiled at me lustfully and hooked her feet around the back of my neck and began to undulate her hips, her buttery soft cunt squeezing and massaging my thick shaft as I slowly pumped her with it. I let my hands run up her legs and onto her slim waist, my fingers seeking out her ticklish spots. I found them immediately and was rewarded with a series of low, throaty giggles as I tickled her.

I moved on to her breasts after a few moments, making a note to remember to tickle her throughout a complete fuck; her laughing did interesting things to my cock in her tight vagina. I concentrated on her fat, plump nipples, teasing them unmercifully. Her head fell back and she arched her back, thrusting her tits forward and I tortured her nipples until they were enormously engorged, fat red strawberries against the white mounds of her breasts.

She came a couple of times as I played with her body but her hips never stopped moving, we fucked at a leisurely pace even when she was cumming, a stark contrast to last night and our long, hard fuck. As she was coming down from her second orgasm, I slid my hands under her back and picked her up. She gasped and tightened her legs around me as I carried her into the living room, sitting down on the end of an old fashioned, backless settee.

I pulled her upper body up and she let her creamy legs slide down my arms as she transitioned smoothly to her knees. She pushed me down until I was on my back and she was kneeling over me, her heavy breasts brushing against my chest, my cock still up her wet cunt as she smiled at me. "How'd you know I wanted a nice ride this morning?"

And then she did something that freaked me out. She straightened up, gathered the thick mop of her hair in her hands and piled it on her head and held it there, her elbows out to the side, her back arched, her proud titties thrust out as she undulated on my cock.

Diane had done the same thing. Only this time I did not have a young virgin sitting on me, I had her lush-bodied mother instead. I urged Laura to start posting on me with my hands on her incredible ass and she began to rise and fall on my rigid cock. She slapped me on the hip and said, "Giddy up, Man! I wanna trot!" I picked up the pace, bucking up into her, our bodies slapping together.

A few minutes later, she stiffened and gasped as she came, slowly folding down onto me, her mouth landing on mine. We kissed as I continued to thrust myself up into her, her hips moving slowly as my cock prodded her cervix. And then she climbed off me and knelt in front of me, taking my juice covered cock deep into her mouth. She quickly brought me to orgasm, ramming all eight inches of my straining cock deep into her throat and tonguing my balls until I came. And then she pulled back, holding just the bloated head of my cock between her lips as I pumped my load into her hot, sucking mouth.

She leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face as I sat up, my wilted cock sucked clean. She shot me a look as she wiped a drop of my semen from the corner of her mouth with her finger and then sucked her finger clean. She looked surprised as I leaned over and kissed her, my tongue tasting the remnants of my load in her mouth. I laughed and helped her to her feet. "Sweetheart, if you can suck it out of me and drink it, I'm not gonna mind a little taste of it when I kiss you."

She was still shaking her head as we walked back to the kitchen.

******

Breakfast was done and I was wiping the table and doing a lousy job of it as I watched Laura's ass wiggle while she scrubbed the frying pan. I thought 'To hell with it!' and walked up behind her, my hands going around her and to her breasts as I ground my rapidly growing cock into the deep, soft cleft of her taut ass.

The frying pan landed in the sink with a clatter as she bent over and thrust her ass into my hips. "Oh my!" she said in a surprised voice. "Don't you ever get enough?" Reaching behind her, Laura seized the base of my cock tightly in her fingers. Moaning softly, she guided my huge knob against her waiting labia, inserting the head of my cock inside her. She held it there while she ground her hot pussy around on it for a moment.

"Oh God, that's so good, sweetie!" Laura moaned, her head resting on her folded arm. Grabbing a firm naked cheek in each hand, I rammed my eight-inch cock into her drooling pussy. Instantly I gritted my teeth as her lusciously hot and tight pussy sucked on it. And then she was moving back and forth on my hammering cock. Each time she thrust back, she slapped her firm ass into my crotch, gasping softly as my rigid cock slid deep into her tight, luscious cunt.

"Oh, that's it, you darling man!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard! Oooh, Jerry, I love your big cock!" She had managed to surprise me again. She hadn't been this vocal before. And I still found it hard to believe the hot, sweet tightness of Laura's mature and talented pussy. Each time I thrust my engorged cock into her, the moaning blond clamped her strong, velvety soft cunt on it and churned her hips up and down or side to side or in circles. The feeling as her cunt worked over my big cock was sheer heaven.

"Gonna... Oooh! Cum, baby, I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum in your gorgeous cunt, Laura!" She had never released her tight grip on the base of my cock and now she clamped her hand on it so hard that I grunted in pain. She squeezed it for only a few moments while her hot, ripe ass ground into me and then let it go. She had accomplished her goal, though. The overwhelming urge to cum had faded away.

"Fuck me, you sweet man!" she panted, bouncing her sodden pussy furiously on my hammering cock. "Make me cum on your beautiful cock!" I fucked her as hard as I could, ramming my rod into her to the hilt. The feel of her hot, silky ass in my hands and the sight of her jerking and thrashing in front of me as I fucked her quickly drove me to the edge of a massive orgasm.

I wanted her to cum as well, so I leaned over her sweaty back and thumbed her clit, mashing it hard. She screamed and spasmed into her orgasm, cumming as hard as I ever seen her cum before. I held her up with my hands on her palpitating belly, my cock buried balls deep in her squeezing cunny as I spewed my seed into her.

******

We were seated at my kitchen table having a belated cup of coffee and talking about nothing in particular when my stupid mouth asked her; "Laura, when was the last time you got laid, before last night, I mean?" I couldn't believe that I had even asked the question and I started to apologize but she interrupted me with an answer.

"Five months after I had Diane." She looked at me calmly.

I could feel my mouth sag open. "You have GOT to be kidding!"

"Nope. I haven't been laid in almost nineteen years." She looked at my horrified expression and giggled. "Jesus Jerry, lighten up a little. It's me that wasn't getting any, not you."

"Why?" I felt awful for her. Christ, about the time I was getting my first piece of ass, she was getting her last.

"Hmm. Well, the simple explanation is that Jack felt trapped by having a kid. He still thought of himself as 'The Protesting Professor' you see. Having one kid put a crimp in his activities but two would have pretty much shut them down. So he became impotent." She saw the look on my face. "Well, not deliberately, Jerry. But he was faced with an insurmountable problem. He loved me and found me attractive and enjoyed making love to me. But since I couldn't tolerate the kind of birth control pills we had back then, we had to use condoms. One of them failed one night and Diane was the result. Impotence solved all his problems. No erection, no sex. No sex, no kids. And it wasn't his fault. He let me try several times to get him hard but he wasn't going to rise to the occasion without a crane. The Protesting Professor was back in business."

She told me all this without a trace of bitterness which I found extraordinary. "But you're a beautiful, sexy, normal, sexy, healthy and sexy woman. Why didn't you take a lover?"

She giggled. "Couldn't take the pill, remember? And I couldn't take the chance of getting pregnant again. So no lovers for Laura."

"So what's changed? Why take one now?" I asked.

"Three things. One, the professor is no longer involved in protest movements of any kind now. Says he's done his share. That removed the reason for his impotence." A shadow passed over her face. "And two, he's currently balling another promising grad student, with the liberal use of Viagra of course."

"Oh Jesus, Laura, I'm so sorry." I felt like a first class shit for making her think about her troubles.

"You didn't ask about the third reason."

She looked at me expectantly so I asked. "What's the last reason?"

"You."

My ears roared as I stared at her. 'Oh my God, I've really put my foot in it now.' I thought. "Me?" My voice came out all squeaky and high.

"Yep," she nodded, "You."

"Wha... Why? I mean, why me?" A sudden thought hit me and I asked, "Because of Diane?"

"No. Well, not really." She squared her shoulders. "I've had a thing for you since you were sixteen." I open my mouth to say something and she held up her hand. "No, let me finish." She thought for a moment. "Do you remember how much time you spent at my house back then? Diane was just about a year old. She thought that you could walk on water and she followed you everywhere."

"Yeah, I remember," I said softly, thinking back. "But I wasn't there because of her. It was because of you."

Laura looked startled. "Me?"

I nodded. "Yeah, you. You were the sexiest thing I ever laid my eyes on. And you didn't treat me like a kid."

"I was a fat, frumpy housefrau with a kid!"

"No, you'd started working out after Diane was born, remember? You were looking pretty good by then."

"I was at least twenty pounds overweight!"

"Maybe so, maybe not." I grinned at her. "If you were, it was all in your tits."

Her jaw dropped, the look of surprise on her face almost comical. "How would you know? I was wearing baggy sweatshirts and skirts back then!"

"Your bathroom faces my old bedroom. You were, um, careless a few times."

She blushed. "You peeked?" she asked, her voice a register higher.

"You bet I peeked!" And then I remembered what else I'd done and blushed myself.

Laura's gimlet eye saw it and she asked, "What else did you do?" My faced burned and her blush deepened. "You beat off, didn't you?" she whispered. "You jerked yourself off watching me in the bathroom!"

I nodded, unsure of how she would take it. "Yeah."

Her eyes widened and she started laughing, a full, deep belly laugh that made tears run from her eyes and left her winded. "Oh my God!" she gasped as the storm of laughter passed. "You poor boy!" She laughed again.

"What?" I asked smiling at her. "Come on, share the joke."

"I hadn't had sex for months by then," she giggled. "I was fucking myself with bananas and cucumbers and imagining that it was you! If I'd had the slightest idea that you could have kept your mouth shut, I would have jumped you and fucked you blind!"

"Holy shit!" I breathed, remembering the gallons of jism I'd spasmed into Kleenex in tribute to her.

She voice grew softer. "And when you lost your parents fourteen years ago, I came this close to doing it anyway." She held her thumb and finger a quarter of an inch apart. "You became so quiet. And we didn't see you for weeks. I was worried about you. I stood at the foot of your stairs for over an hour one night trying to work up the nerve to go to you." She blushed at this confession. "I chickened out."

"Holy shit!" It was a moan this time as I thought about her coming to comfort me after my parents died.

"And then I found out about Jack." She got out of her chair and climbed up onto the table, and started crawling towards me, her breasts wobbling on her chest. "And you fucked my daughter..." She laid on the table, her head hanging over the edge into my lap and noisily sucked my hard cock into her mouth.

I stood up a few moments after Laura started sucking me off and gently urged her over onto her back. I pinched her turgidly erect nipples in my fingers and gently shook her breasts with them, wringing a groan out of her. I let them go and ran my hands down her body, savoring the feel of her soft skin against my hands and pushed her legs apart. Then I leaned down and started to eat her out, my tongue delving deep into her snug pussy. She groaned again and inhaled my cock so deeply that she had my balls draped over her eyes.

That was how Diane found us.

It took me a little while to notice that Laura's eighteen-year-old daughter was there. I certainly didn't see her; I was bent over Laura, eating her drooling little pussy with my cock down her throat as she lay on the kitchen table.

It wasn't until I felt a draft that I looked up and saw Diane. She was standing in the open door, one hand on her breasts under her crop top tee shirt and the other hand down the front of her shorts. Judging by the activity down there, she was masturbating.

She saw me look at her, and to my astonishment, she dropped me a wink and put a finger against her lips, telling me to be quiet. Then she blew me a kiss, gave me a big smile and silently left, closing the door softly. I mentally shrugged and went back to feasting on Laura's honeyed snatch while she swallowed my cock.

She ran her wiggling tongue over the swollen head of my cock, bathing the bloated knob in the wetness of her mouth, licking and sucking it, enjoying its feel. Her lips opened wide and she lifted her head again, forcing her mouth down the bucking staff of my cock. Over her writhing tongue she took me, accepting the thick mass of my rod. She swallowed me, my glans pulsing against the back of her throat.

She sucked.

Pulling back, she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. I moaned and my belly tightened, my balls rising in the wrinkled sac she held cradled in her soft hand as her tongue lashed the sensitive head of my cock. And then down my shaft she moved again, my cock filling her mouth and moving into her throat until her lips nibbled at the base of my dick.

She moaned around the mouthful of cock she was sucking when my lips pressed against her shaved mound. While her tongue and lips caressed the rigid length of my cock, my lips and tongue eagerly began to work on her cunt. Shivers echoed through her body and she moaned, sucking harder at the cock filling her face.

I looked at the soft, pink lips of her beautiful pussy and shuddered as my cock twitched in her hotly sucking mouth. Then I licked out with my tongue and touched the wet flesh between her legs. I felt her stiffen as my tongue came in contact with her cunt lips and then she sighed deeply, spitting out my cock.

"Oh, yes, Jerry... yes!" she moaned, "That's what I want... eat my pussy... suck it! Let me feel your tongue in my cunt! Please, eat me!" She pulled my head into her wet cunt as her legs came up around my ears. I began sucking her lasciviously as my hands groped for her ripe tits, my fingers massaging her firm globes. I heard her cry out again as I entered her flowing pussy with my tongue. The taste was fantastic, sweet and musky and it drove me wild.

"Umm... yes... oh, yes!" she moaned and writhed under my mouth. "Eat my cunt, you motherfucker... make me come... Oh yes, Jerry, I'm almost there! This is heavenly... oh... oh... oh my!"

She plunged her mouth over my cock again and her entire body shuddered with the first wave of bliss as her orgasm broke over her. I rammed my tongue deep in her cunt and tongued her furiously while she held my head to her pussy as she climaxed, still sucking my cock. I did not let up on her, I kept her orgasm going until she was no longer blowing me, too dazed by her climax to think of me.

As her orgasm faded, I spun her around, the tablecloth sliding easily on the slick tabletop until I could once more get between her legs. She was sprawled on the table, a vision of loveliness as I stepped forward and sank my cock in her sodden cunt, ramming it into her to the hilt. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, holding her in place as I started to fuck her, hammering my rigid cock deep into her belly.

"Oh yes!" she shrieked as her feet thumped down to the table next to her hips and she began to fuck me back. She bucked her cunt at me, our flesh slapping together as we made love. She quickly hit her peak again, spasming on my cock as her orgasm ravaged her, her head thrown back and her teeth clenched as she rode the waves of ecstasy flooding through her.

I didn't stop this time either, pouring the meat to her as she cried out, her ripe body bucking on my cock as she climaxed again, her face and breasts flushing red with the intensity of her orgasm. Her pussy was doing incredible things to my cock, her honeyed sleeve clenching the thickness of me as I impaled her time and time again. He eyes were wild as I began to abuse her breasts, pinching the thick nipples and shaking the entire lush mound with them until her nips were thickly engorged and standing proudly on her beautiful tits.

I could feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching and it hit just after Laura's forth or fifth cum. I indulged myself and lived out a favorite fantasy from ten years ago, pulling out of the exhausted woman and clambering up on to the table, straddling her trembling body and unloading my cum onto her face and breasts.

She gasped and smiled as my first shot painted a hot, thick line of jism from the bridge of her nose across her lips and onto her neck. Her massively erect nipples each got a shot before I reached down and trapped my bucking cock in the deep valley of her cleavage, pushing her tits together and fucking them, her skin feeling like hot silk on my rampantly erect cock as I ejaculated on her chin and neck.

And them it was done. Laura was craning her head forward, trying to get more of my dripping cock between her lips. Her tongue caressing the bloated head of my cock was an exquisite agony. I moved forward until she could get all of my deflating cock in her mouth and she lovingly cleaned it of our combined juices, her agile tongue scrubbing it clean.

I wearily climbed down from the table and pulled her up and into my arms, kissing her deeply and tasting myself on her tongue. She was gasping when our kiss broke and she sagged against my chest. "My goodness!" she wheezed, "Are you like this every morning?"

I smiled and scooped her into my arms. "No, at least I don't think so. Ask me again tomorrow morning." She giggled tiredly and looped her arms around my neck as I carried her upstairs to my bed and laid her down. I leaned down, licked her nipple and then covered her with a light blanket. "Get a little nap, sweetie." I gave her my best leer. "You're gonna need it."

She giggled softly as I brushed her lips with mine and turned to leave the room. I heard a faint buzzing snore before the door closed softly behind me.

*****

Diane was waiting for me when I let myself into her kitchen, sitting at the table and watching The View. She had changed her clothes since she had seen her mother and I locked in a hot sixty-nine in my kitchen. She had been wearing shorts and a crop top tee but now she was in a slinky jersey knit number that hugged her like a second skin. It outlined every detail of her hot little body and it was clear that there was nothing under that dress but Diane. It had a low cut neckline that displayed her impressive cleavage and clung lovingly to her high, round tits and her tiny waist. The hemline came to just below her ass, displaying her long muscular legs and firm thighs. One could probably see her neatly trimmed little box from the right angle and if your luck was in.

The TV clicked off and the remote clattered onto the table as she launched herself at me, her arms and legs going around me as she kissed me. And oh my, what a kiss it was. She put her heart into it and it was a wonder that my hair didn't catch fire, it was that hot. When our kiss finally broke, my cock was diamond-hard and she was slowly grinding her mound on it. He eyelids were only half open, her lips swollen and I could feel her erect nipples against my chest.

It took all the willpower I had to set her down instead of perching her on the nearest flat surface and fucking her brains out. It was a tribute to the sheer sex appeal of the girl that a mere kiss hardened my cock after emptying my balls into her mother no fewer than three times that morning.

"Sweetie, we have to talk," I said, steadying her as she swayed on her feet.

"Not now!" she moaned, her hands roughly massaging her breasts. She spread her legs and humped her pussy forward at me, lifting the hem of her dress and spreading the pink lips of her sex with her fingers. "Don't you want some of this?" she purred, her eyes on my rigid cock, plainly visible through my sweats.

I almost gave in then. Her lewd display had my blood pooling in my cock which usually meant that the little head did my thinking for me. But there were questions that I needed answers to. "Yes, now," I said to her, herding her into the living room and sitting her down.

"Jerry!" she whined, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy. "Can't the questions wait?"

"No," I said as I sat in a chair opposite her place on the couch, a coffee table in between us. "They can't." I watched as she wet her lips and spread her legs more, still caressing herself.

"You sure?" she whispered, her fingers sliding into her wet cunt.

"Either get yourself off or stop doing that," I told her, looking her in the eye. "We are going to talk, right now."

She moaned in frustration and sat back, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. "Fine!" she grumbled, "Let's talk."

I sat back and gave her a searching glance. "Why did you write about us in your diary? Do you know the kind of trouble you might have gotten me into?"

"So mom found it, huh?" she asked, smoothing her skirt on her thighs.

"Yes, she did. Yesterday," I replied, struggling to keep my eyes on her face.

"And then she went to your house, probably bawled you out and maybe demanded an explanation?" She stopped playing with her dress and looked at me.

"Yeah, that's right, but why..."

She interrupted me. "And then she decided that it was better that you fucked me instead of Robbie, right?" She looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah," I said slowly, wondering what she was driving at.

"And then she seduced you, right? Took you to bed and screwed you? Probably to save me from your ravenous clutches?" She had a smug look on her face and her deductions were right on the money. And that puzzled me.

"Yeah." I admitted. "How did you know..."

She giggled, shaking her head. "I planned it that way!" she said, smiling broadly at me. "She did exactly what I thought she'd do."

"You... planned it that way?" I asked, my disbelief evident in my voice.

"Yep!" she said proudly. "Getting her into bed with you solves a lot of problems."

"Like what?" I asked, curious now about what nefarious plot she was hatching.

"Well, let's see." She ticked them off on her fingers. "One. The dirty deed has been done. I have been befouled by cardinal knowledge, fucked by a man she likes and trusts, so she'll be paying a lot more attention to you now. Two. She finally got off the dime and got laid for the first time in years that I know of. She's justified it by telling herself that she was trying to save me from you."

I goggled at her, completely floored as she continued.

"The last two are speculation but I'd bet on 'em. Three. She knows about daddy's affairs and she's decided what she's going to do about them. And four, what she's gonna do is toss his sorry ass out and make you her man." She sat back and looked at me, smiling.

I was speechless, my jaw flapping in the wind. "But I... you..." She got off the couch, circled around the coffee table and sat in my lap while I was trying to get my brain working again.

"How'd I do? Did I get anything wrong?" She looped her arms around my neck and smiled at me.

"What the hell makes you think she... that I... that we'd get together?" I stuttered. "I... she... we've never even kissed before yesterday! That's one hell of an assumption you made there!"

"It was an assumption," she admitted, "But it's was a good one I think." She looked at me soberly. "I've been watching her for a long time and I've seen her reactions when you've been around. When ever I've come over to use the pool and she came with me to visit with you, after we got home she'd go and masturbate in her bedroom."

"How do you know that she..." I asked.

"I heard her once. I checked the next time we saw you and she did it again. She did it every single time we saw you. So I knew she was hot for you." She looked at me again. "And I saw the way you looked at her too, trying to check out her body through her clothes. I've seen guys looking at me that way enough times to know that look."

I shook my head, knowing that she was right. Laura had admitted as much to me when she told me she used to masturbate while thinking of me back when I was sixteen. She just hadn't told me she was still doing it. And Diane was right about me checking out her mother too. I thought I was being discrete about it but apparently, I wasn't.

"What makes you think that your father is having an affair? Or affairs?" I asked, curious as to how she found out and stalling for time to think about what she was telling me.

"Oh, well that was an accident. The drugstore called one day a couple of years ago and told me that his Viagra prescription was ready. They must have thought I was his wife or his girlfriend or something. I know what Viagra is for; I'd heard about it enough on TV. I knew that they weren't having sex, they have separate bedrooms and I've never heard them together. So it was the only sensible conclusion."

She sat on my lap, calmly waiting for my next question. She was obviously a lot more observant than either her mother or I gave her credit for. The big surprise was that she had drawn the right conclusions from her observations. It was almost scary. And then I remembered the talk that Laura and I had in my bedroom the night before. Laura had displayed the same talent for reading me and it looked like it was a talent that ran in the family.

"You don't seem too upset that your parents might break up." I made it a statement. Laura had never said that she was going to leave Jack.

"That's the only thing I'm not sure of," Diane admitted. "I think she knows about dad's affairs, he spends a lot more time counseling students than he used to and he's started going to a lot more conferences too. He hates going to those things, he always has. He used to say that the only thing more boring than a bunch of professors getting together and talking about their work was sitting and watching the grass grow. Mom had to have noticed that."

Her face grew pensive and she looked at me a little sadly. "You know, I've gone on a lot of sleepovers to my friends' houses," she said. "And I've seen how their parents act around each other. Mom and dad don't act like married people do, like my friend's parents do. It's more like she's his daughter or something. God, they don't even kiss anymore and they haven't for a long time." She paused for a moment and then she said, "I think they'd both be happier if they separated. And I really want mom to be happy."

She shook off her sad mood, shedding it like an old coat. She grinned lewdly at me. "And if what I saw this morning is any indication, I think you'll do just fine in that department." And then I saw the lust return to her face. "Now, would you like to make me happy too?"

She wiggled in my lap, grinding her ripe little ass on my cock. She bent down, licked my lips and then kissed me, her tongue prying open my lips and plunging into my mouth. Thirty seconds later she came up for air and wiggled again, this time feeling my erect cock pressing against her. "Oh!" she purred, sliding off my lap and standing in front of me. "You do want to make me happy!"

She smiled lustfully at me as she ran her hands over her thrusting breasts and down past her slim waist to the hem of her short dress. And then her hands started back up and she swayed her hips seductively as she slowly peeled the clinging dress off of her lush young body. She tossed it aside and fell to her knees in front of me, running her hands over the huge lump in my sweats.

"Mmm," she moaned softly. "Lunch!" She tugged on the waistband of my sweat pants and I lifted my ass, letting her pull them down my legs, and then she darted forward, ramming her mouth down over my cock and taking most of my thick eight inches into her throat and gently caressing my balls. She stayed down there only long enough to insure that my tired cock was as hard as a steel bar. She stood up and climbed onto the chair with me, stuffing a hard-nippled tit into my mouth as she reached down and aimed my cock at her drooling little pussy.

And then she sank down onto me, her cunt hot on my saliva-covered rod. We both groaned as her tight little ass landed on my thighs. "Oh yeah!" she groaned, "I just love your big cock!" She started to move on me then, writhing on my cock as her tight little pussy clenched and squeezed it, her silky vaginal walls massaging it strongly.

I pulled her towards me and inhaled her tit again, my tongue lashing the rigid nipple as I gently chewed on it. She shivered and moaned, arching her back, leaning forward and pressing her softball sized boob deeper into my mouth. My hands slid down her back and onto her hard little butt, my fingers delving into the humid crack of her ass and tickling the rosebud of her anus.

She growled, stepped up the pace of her hips and began to bounce on my cock. My teeth were still clamped gently on her turgidly erect nipple and the firm little breast stretched as she moved, elongating into a fat little cone at the top of her strokes on my cock. I freed up a hand and started to maul her other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between my strong fingers.

She gasped at the dual stimulation of her swollen nips and moaned as I abandoned her asshole and slid a finger deep into her pussy, next to my moving cock. "So full!" she said breathlessly, "My puss is so full!" I left it there until it was dripping with her lubrication and then went back to her ass, pressing relentlessly against the strong ring of her sphincter until the tough muscle relaxed and let my finger inside.

"Oh!" Diane gasped. "You're in my ass! Oh! Oh! In my ass!" I finger fucked her tight nether hole for a few moments and then forced a second finger into her, sliding them deep and pressing them up against the thin membrane that separated her anus and her vagina.

She went a little crazy then, bouncing wildly on my cock, her pussy beginning to tighten up as her orgasm grew nearer. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted as she posted on my cock. "Gonna cum!" she wailed softly. "Gonna cum!" She tore my head away from her breasts and clamped her lips to mine, her tongue sweeping wildly into my mouth as her orgasm hit her.

She screamed into my mouth and rammed herself down on my cock, ramming it as deeply into her belly as she could get it and froze, her puss convulsing on me as her orgasm roared through her. Her asshole contracted tightly around my fingers and my cock lurched as I wondered how that incredibly tight tube would feel on my cock while she was cumming.

I had thought that after three rounds with her mother that I would be able to last better with Diane. I didn't. Her snug cunt was clasping, grabbing, clenching and squeezing me in ways that I never knew could be done and she milked my cum out of me in very short order indeed.

I gasped as my orgasm hit, jerking her up and down on my cock like a life-sized fuck doll as my cock jetted my load against her cervix. She tore her lips from mine and sat up, wrapping my head in her arms and pulling my face into the valley of her cleavage as she screamed, writhing on my cock and fingers as a second orgasm smashed through her.

And then, all too soon, it was over. She relaxed her vise-like grip on my head and I could feel her face against my scalp as she hugged me to her breasts. We were both covered in sweat and there was a good-sized wet spot under me where my pumping cock had forced our combined juices out of her. She was shaking with the intensity of her orgasms, little galvanic tremors seizing her as the echoes of her climax faded away.

I was exhausted. I softened immediately and fell out of her sodden cunt and I could feel our hot spend dripping out of her and onto my wilted cock. I sighed heavily and cupped her tight little ass in my hands, heaved myself and my sweet burden out of the chair and walked upstairs and into her bedroom, her arms wrapped loosely around my neck and her face in the corner of my jaw.

I sat on the bed and then stretched out, pulling the light blanket up over us as I lay back, Diane now sprawled on my chest. I sighed and kissed the side of her head, feeling her lips nibbling on the skin of my neck. And then darkness closed in and I slept.

*******

The bright morning sun shining in my eyes through my bedroom windows, framed with their pink and white checked curtains woke me up. I growled, clenched my eyes shut and rolled to my side, my back to the windows and snuggled up to the figure in bed with me. I sighed with pleasure; her furry thighs felt good on the head of my hard cock and I hunched forward, driving it between her delightfully soft legs. I sighed again and pulled her head to me, her soft, blunt snout fitting perfectly into the space under my chin.

A moment later those thoughts sank in through the fog of sleep shrouding my brain and a gigantic, spasmodic leap tumbled me from the bed and onto the fluffy pink carpet. I scrambled to my feet and looked wildly around the room, decorated in soft pinks and golds and saw Laura standing by the door, her hands up to her mouth and her eyes wide, staring at me in astonishment.

And then she started laughing helplessly, her whole body shaking as she leaned against the wall and slid down it, landing on her butt and doubling over in mirth. I heard more laughter and turned to see Diane, clad only in a pair of tiny panties, collapse against a highboy and slide to the floor as well, laughing so hard that tears were running down her cheeks.

And then I remembered where I was. Diane's bedroom. I looked toward the bed and saw my fuzzy girl friend, the one I had been about to fuck. It was a giant, five-foot tall pink teddy bear. Its bright red sewn on lips seemed to leer at me and its blue glass eyes glinted merrily at me in the bright morning sun.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Laura gasped, her arms wrapped around her belly as she laughed. Diane had her face buried against her knees and went off into fresh gales of laughter when she looked up and saw my rigidly erect cock over the plush body of her teddy bear.

I sat on the edge of the bed, smiling ruefully as I watched the two women laugh and then laughed myself. It must have looked pretty funny, a grown man sexually assaulting a teddy bear. Diane was struggling to her feet, still chortling when I gave Teddy a hefty push. She shrieked with renewed laughter as the big bear hit her and drove her to the floor, her slim form vanishing under the bulk of the stuffed toy.

"Now that wasn't very nice," Laura giggled and I turned towards her just in time to catch a pillow in the face as she belted me with it.

"Get him, mom!" Diane cheered as she scrambled out from under my former bedmate. Laura caught me a second time with her pillow, smacking me with a full arm swing as I struggled to sit up. She took a step back as I rose from the bed and then I went down again, nailed by Diane on the side of the head from behind. And then the battle was on.

I got slaughtered.

The two women, working as a team and giggling madly throughout the whole thing managed to keep me unbalanced enough so that I never did get off the bed. The feather pillows were wonderfully soft but they carried a pretty good wallop too, their bulk weighty enough to throw off my balance when they hit. They pummeled me until Diane's pillow ruptured after a particularly solid hit against the side of my head and feathers exploded from it into the room.

I landed on the floor and surrendered, sitting up with my hands in the air. "I give! I give!" I shouted as a cloud of feathers slowly drifted down onto me.

"Swear on the bear!" Laura demanded, grinning broadly as a breathlessly giggling Diane hastily reloaded with a fresh pillow from the bed.

I reached out and put one hand on the bear's forehead and covered my heart with the other hand. "I swear, no retaliation!"

Diane's pillow walloped solidly into the side of my head from behind, knocking me sprawling across the bear. "Make him do it again, mom!" she shouted, "His fingers were crossed the last time!"

"Damn!" I laughed, pushing myself up as the girls advanced, blood in their eyes and mayhem on their minds. Diane had spotted my crossed fingers on the bear's head; the time-honored signal of deceit and treachery for kids the world over.

"I swear, no tricks, no retaliation!" I surrendered correctly this time and their arms came down, the pillows plopping softly to the floor, puffing up another cloud of feathers. Diane and Laura high-fived each other and turned to face me.

"The loser gets to clean up," Diane proclaimed, bending over and shaking out her hair, sending another cloud of feathers drifting down on me as I watched, her actions making her lovely breasts oscillate on her chest.

"That's right," Laura agreed, opening her robe and brushing a wad of feathers out of her cleavage and then bending over and combing the feathers out of her hair too, her breasts wobbling as well. My cock hardened almost instantly as I stared at the two practically naked women brushing themselves off.

"Oh jeez, mom, look!" Diane giggled, pointing at me. "He's got another woody!"

"Aw, he does," Laura agreed, dropping the collar of her robe down her back to her waist. "Why do you suppose that is?" she asked, shimmying her tits at me.

"I don't know," Diane said, running her hands slowly and sensually over her high, thrusting breasts and dislodging a feather or two.

"Hmm," Laura said, copying her daughter, her hands cupping her tits and aiming them at me. "It must be the bear. He's groping it." I was leaning back on my arms enjoying the show and when I looked beside me, sure enough, one of my hands was braced on the floor between the bear's legs.

I shook my head in mock disgust and stood up. Laura shrieked softly in surprise as I swept her into my arms and kissed her soundly, her body melting against me as my tongue invaded her smiling mouth. I felt Diane's arms come around my waist from behind, her hard-nippled breasts pressing delightfully into my back as her soft hands found and stroked my cock while she hugged me.

I found that I liked being the meat in a girl sandwich.

"Wow!" Laura sighed as our kiss broke.

"Uh huh," I agreed, my hands kneading her firm ass and pulling her tight against me, my cock trapped against her taut belly. "Wow indeed." I turned, pulling Diane to me and kissing her as well, one hand going to her tiny butt and squeezing it too.

Laura watched as I kissed her eighteen-year-old daughter and I sighed in relief as her hands joined Diane's on my cock. Apparently, she had meant it when she said that I could fuck Diane in order to keep her away from Robbie. But I really hadn't expected that she'd calmly stand and play with my cock as I kissed the girl.

"Whew!" Diane sighed as we came up for air, her eyes slightly glazed from lust as she opened them.

"All right," Laura said mildly as Diane sagged against me. "Work first, fun and games later. Diane, go and get the vacuum while Jerry and I straighten things up in here."

Diane gave her mother a bawdy grin and squeezed my cock. "Things seem to be pretty straight already mom," she giggled.

"Yeah, well..." Laura smiled. "We'll solve that problem later. Now scoot!" Diane pecked me on the cheek and went out the door as I pulled her mother closer, bending my knees and sighing with pleasure as my cock slid between her thighs, plowing along the furrow of her labia. "Oh you bastard," she moaned softly, her lips on mine. "You don't play fair."

"No," I breathed, "I don't." And then I kissed her hard, our tongues meeting as I hoisted her into the air with my hands on her trim ass. My cock came out from between her legs and I felt the hot, wet kiss of her cunt lips on the bloated head of it. I pushed and we both gasped as all eight inches of it sank into the steaming pit of her tight little pussy.

Laura tucked her face into the corner of my jaw as her hips began to undulate on me, her cunt writhing on my deeply imbedded cock. "We shouldn't," she moaned as I carried her over to the end of the dresser and perched her on it.

"Oh yes, we should," I whispered, pushing Diane's stuff out of the way as I laid her back. I ducked my head to her breasts, cupping them and pushing them together, sucking both of her nipples into my mouth as my hips started to move.

"Oh, fuck me!" she sighed, hugging my head to her breasts as she started to fuck me back. Neither one of us noticed Diane as she came into the room with the vacuum in tow. Laura's head was thrown back, arching her back and pushing her tits into my mouth, her eyes closed as she concentrated on getting off. I chewed and sucked her nipples, my cock feeling like a lead bar as I made love to her. I knew that I wasn't going to cum, my cock felt numb as I pumped it into her. I had cum more times this morning than I had in the last month and it was going to be awhile before I came again.

I could see Diane in the mirror as she sat on the bed, watching us avidly as she jilled off, both hands buried between her widely spread thighs. She saw me watching and spread her legs further, turning slightly on the bed so I could see clearly what she was doing to herself. She nodded and winked as I turned my attention back to her mother. Laura was breathing heavily now, writhing under me, bucking against my cock as her orgasm approached.

I raised my head and kissed her swiftly, and then whispered in her ear. "Cum for me! Cum on my cock while Diane watches! Cum for me, you hot bitch!" Laura shuddered mightily and bit my shoulder as my lewd comment set her off, squealing as her climax swirled down on her. I sheathed my cock in her, pressing it deep into her belly and holding it there as she quaked and spasmed under me.

When I looked in the mirror, Diane was cumming too, her hands a blur as she got herself off.

Laura's orgasm lasted quite a while and I savored the muscular gyrations of her pussy on my cock as the storm of her climax ran its course. She let out a quivering sigh and laid her head back on the dresser, moaning deep in her chest as I kissed her tenderly. She broke our kiss and looked over at Diane, who was lying on her back, her fingers moving slowly over her wet little pussy.

Laura fixed me with a loving look. "You, sir," she said quietly, "are a cad and a bounder."

"Yes indeed," I agreed cheerfully. "That's me."

"Let me up," Laura said, smiling, "And go give Diane a kiss. It really sucks, cumming so good and not getting kissed."

"Yes ma'am. I hear and obey."

"Like hell you do!" Laura said, kissing me softly for a moment. "Now go."

I went, my cock making an obscene slurping noise as it pulled out of Laura's tight puss. I lay on my side on the bed next to Diane and rolled her to me, kissing her as my fingers joined with hers and brought her off again. She bucked and writhed as her orgasm rolled through her, sucking on my tongue as I abused her clit. She sighed and flopped onto her back on the bed as my hand cupped and caressed her entire mound, her fluids leaking into my hand.

"Oh wow!" she groaned. "I could get used to this real easy."

"Me too," I admitted.

"All right," Laura said, standing over us. "Come on missy, lets show him how we clean up after a pillow fight." She reached out a hand and Diane grabbed it, her mother pulling her to her feet and kissing her on the cheek.

Laura unwound the cord from the shop vac and plugged it in while Diane picked up a huge funnel and swiftly duct taped it to the end of the hose. Laura fired it up and Diane let the hose hang from her hand, the wide mouth of the funnel about a quarter of an inch from the carpet. Feathers vanished at a startling rate and sooner than I would have thought, all the evidence of a pillow fight was gone with the exception of the bedraggled and split pillow itself.

"There," Laura said, putting her hands on her hips and looking around as we finished straightening up the room. "All done." She looked at the clock and said, "I need a shower before this morning is gone completely." She headed for the door, her bathrobe in her hand. She paused at the doorway and looked back at us over her shoulder. "Anybody wanna scrub my back?" She smiled, wiggled her ass at us and vanished down the hall.

I smiled and sat on the bed, thinking how nice it was that mother and daughter were so close. I jumped as Diane rammed an elbow into my side. "She wasn't talking to me, you big dummy!" she whispered. "Go on! Whatdaya want, an engraved invitation?"

I replayed the scene in my head and blushed. Damn, but I was getting stupid in my old age. There may have been a sonic boom as I dashed through the door but I'm not sure. I didn't slow down to listen for it.

*****

She was pinned up against the wall of the shower; her head wobbling on her shoulders as her tight ass repeatedly thumped the wall. Her lush, round breasts were flattened against my chest, her arms were draped loosely around my neck and she was almost sitting in my hands. She was gasping and moaning, climbing towards yet another orgasm as I fucked her, my eight-inch cock rampantly erect and dripping with her cunt lube.

Across the small bathroom, her mother was sprawled on the vanity, her back braced against the mirrored wall, one hand kneading her own breasts and the other busy between her legs as she jilled herself off. Her fingers were slick with her juices and she was switching hands every few minutes. Her breasts were glazed with her drying juices, her thick nipples turgidly erect as she pulled and twisted them. Watching me fuck her daughter was making her as hot as a firecracker.

Diane whined and cried out as her lithe young body spasmed into orgasm and she was gasping for air as I fucked her right through her climax, her tight young cunny nipping and grabbing at me as it convulsed on my thick cock. My cock could have been made out of wood for all the feeling I was getting from it. I had fucked myself numb and the two women were paying the price.

I eased Diane down onto the shower bench as her orgasm passed, propping her up against the wall as she moaned and played with her clit. I gave her a swift kiss and told her to rest. She was going to need it, I thought. Then I turned my attention to her mother, advancing on the older woman as she writhed through her own, milder orgasm.

She gasped in surprise as I walked up between her widespread legs, and walked my cock right into her cunt. I pulled her towards me, until her ass was on the edge of the vanity, slung her long legs over my shoulders and started to fuck her, hammering my rigid cock into her as fast and as hard as I could.

She shrieked as the bloated head of my cock prodded her cervix, and spasmed into a massive orgasm, her body bucking on my cock as she thrashed around on the vanity top. I was afraid that she was going to hurt herself, so I picked her up off the vanity, and lowered her to the thick, plush bathmat in front of the shower, where a bleary-eyed Diane was watching her mother get fucked, again.

It had been forty minutes since the pillow fight, forty minutes since I joined Laura in the shower. She never even had a chance to soap up the washcloth before I had her impaled on the thick stake of my cock. Less than five minutes later, she was screaming her way through a series of monster orgasms as I fucked her from behind, her plush, slippery tits clutched in my hands, her tiny feet leaving the floor as I humped my cock up into her spurting cunt.

Diane came running into the room in response to her mother's screams just as I laid the semi-conscious woman on the vanity. I gave Diane my absolute best lecherous smile as I backed her into the shower stall and moments later, I had the outrageously sexy high school senior old pinned against the wall, pumping her with my numb cock as she squealed with joy.

And now it was her mother's turn again. Laura responded like a prize winning filly coming down the home stretch, doing her level best to fuck me back as I ravaged her on the floor while her teenaged daughter watched. My cock was so hard it was aching. The situation had gotten to me. I found it incredibly arousing to be fucking both mother and daughter together, balling one of them while the other watched.

But I was swiftly running out of gas. This was the fourth time I'd fucked Laura just this morning. Plus, I'd had Diane twice so far today and there'd been the odd blowjob or two as well. I'd been erect for so long that it was becoming painful. There was a dull, leaden ache in my groin, muscles that I didn't know I had were starting to make themselves felt and my balls were sore.

Laura howled as she came again, her nails leaving their mark on my back as she thrashed around under me, her incredibly tight cunt squeezing and milking my deadened cock. I drew on my last reserves of energy and hammered my cock into her, dragging yet another cum out of the older woman and then I collapsed on her, completely spent.

The only sounds in the bathroom were Laura's and my ragged breathing, and the quiet slurping noise three fingers make as they plunge repeatedly into a very wet pussy. Laura's breathing was a bit labored and she pushed against me weakly.

"Get off me, sweetie," she gasped, "You weigh a ton, and I can't breathe!"

I groaned theatrically and rolled off her, my rigid cock making a strange sucking, popping sound as it came out of Laura's sodden box and I heard Diane's gasp of surprise. "Mom!" she said excitedly. "He's still hard!"

I groaned in dismay. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to handle screwing Diane again. I was completely tapped out. I don't think I could have even stood up without help at that point. Laura's face suddenly appeared over mine, a look of concern in her eyes.

"Jerry, are you ok?" she asked. I laughed weakly, and waved my hand in the general direction of my erection.

"I'm beat as hell," I said, "and I seem to have a case of cock lock going for me right now. Other than that, I'm liable to be about as lively as your average corpse for the next few hours."

She got laboriously to her feet and leaned a shapely haunch against the vanity, catching Diane by the hand and pulling her away from me as the girl left the shower. Then she held out a hand. "Come on, stud," she said, smiling. "On your feet."

I sighed and climbed to my feet, following her down the hall and back into Diane's room. She turned suddenly and caught me eyeing her ass, enjoying the muscular clench and roll of her buttocks as she walked. "Hmpff!" she snorted, smiling at me. "You are a horny bastard, aren't you?"

I grinned back at her. "You'd have probably belted me if I didn't watch."

"Get in the bed, smartass."

I sighed as I slid between the covers, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets as Laura actually tucked me in. She kissed me on the forehead. "Get some sleep, stud," she said, straightening up. "One of us will wake you in a couple of hours." Diane appeared at her mother's side.

"I'll wake you," she said, a lustful smile on her face. "We haven't made love in a bed yet and just thinking about you fucking me here in my room is getting me wet!"

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Great. Just great! How the hell am I supposed to sleep when I've got that to look forward to?"

Diane laughed as Laura smiled. "You'll get through it, Jerry." She turned to her daughter. "Pull the shades on the windows and leave the poor man alone. He needs a little rest."

"Ok, mom." She blew me a kiss, and they both left, closing the door behind them. I turned on my side and snuggled down in the bed, surrounded by Diane's scent. Seconds later, I fell asleep.

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I awoke slowly, lying on my back, while something tickling my belly, and something else tickling my cock. I kept my eyes closed and tried to decide which one of my lovers was blowing me. When I felt the second tongue start laving my balls, my little game went out the window. I opened my eyes to see Diane and her mother both sucking my cock. They were both busy and didn't see that I was awake.

Laura slid her mouth up and off the tip of my cock, letting the thick staff stand up in front of her face. Her head was pillowed on my belly, and she was facing her daughter, who was on her belly between my legs. It was her agile tongue that I felt caressing my heavy balls.

"That's it, sweetie," Laura said. "Men love it when you suck and kiss their balls but you must remember to be very gentle with them. Nothing will soften a hard cock faster than accidentally hurting their nuts." Diane licked her way up my shaft from my balls and then pulled her head back, looking closely at my cock, her smooth, cool hand curled loosely around the thickness of it.

"I could really get to like this," Diane said, as her hand slowly slid up and down my rigid cock.

"I know," her mother said. "I really enjoy sucking off a hard cock. And it's a great way to get your lover up again." Laura watched for a few moments as her daughter played with my cock, bending it towards her face and licking the head again, depositing a big load of saliva on it to lubricate the long, thick shaft for her hand.

"Have you done this before?" Laura asked as she watched, her legs coming open and her hand going to her cunt.

"Uh huh," Diane admitted, as her free hand began to toy with my sack. "Twice. Once on the day I gave him my virginity and today, after he and you got it on in the kitchen at his house."

"Do you think he liked it?"

"Oh yeah. He got hard in a hurry!"

Laura smiled. "I'll bet he did. Most men would, if they had a sexy young woman going down on them." She paused for a moment, and then said, "Sweetie, you know that the pill doesn't protect you from disease, right?"

Diane gave her mother a smile. "What's the matter mom? Do you think Jerry's gonna give us the clap?"

Laura looked startled. "God heavens!" she said, and smiled ruefully. "I haven't heard anyone call an STD 'the clap' in years. Where on Earth did you hear that term?"

"Health class. The movies were kind of old." Diane answered. She ducked her head and licked my cock again, her tongue burning a trail up the bottom side of my rod. When she reached the head, she pursed her lips over it and pushed forward, allowing my cock to enter her mouth. She stopped when the crown hit the back of her throat and pulled back off it, her lips smacking as the bulbous head left her mouth.

"I wish I could get more of him in my mouth," Diane said, her hands slowly stroking me again.

"Let me show you something, darling," Laura said. Her hands replaced Diane's on my cock and a moment later, she sucked it into her mouth. I almost groaned as her tongue whipped against the broad head. Her lips came off me and she said, "If you tilt your head up and back so your neck is as straight as you can make it, and then relax the muscles in your throat, you should be able to do what they call a 'Deep Throat' on him. Watch, I'll show you."

Laura rose up to her hands and knees and promptly inhaled my cock, sliding all eight inches of it deep into her mouth and throat. I almost screamed when she stuck out her tongue and licked my balls while my cock was still imbedded in her throat. She slurped noisily as she pulled up and off of it. She held it by the base and pointed it at her daughter's mouth.

"Now you try it. Go nice and slow and don't try to force it. You have to learn to relax the muscles of your throat and you have to get past the gag reflex. When you do start to gag, just stop and wait for it to pass."

Diane's mouth was hot on my rigid rod and I could hear her breathing through her nose as more and more of my cock slid into her mouth. I couldn't resist, I had to watch her eat me. I raised my head and opened my eyes, groaning softly as I saw the teenaged girl impale her face on my cock. "That is sooo fuckin' hot!" I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from the remarkable sight.

"You hush!" Laura said quietly, slapping me lightly on the leg. "She needs to concentrate."

The unreality of the situation hit me again as I watched Diane try to deep throat my cock while being coached along and encouraged by her mother. It was a beautiful thing to watch, in terms of the closeness of mother and daughter. I doubt that one in one thousand mothers would undertake to teach their daughters how to suck a cock.

There was a strangled, gurgling noise coming from the girl between my legs as my cockhead triggered her gag reflex. Laura was telling her to back off and try again in a few minutes but I knew that Diane would not quit until my cock was deep in her throat.

She had not backed off in the face of considerable pain the first time she fucked me and she wasn't about to stop now. Drool was running freely from her mouth but she never quit, never pulled back. Her face was brick red and tears were leaking from her eyes when she finally conquered the gagging. She flashed a look at her mother and leaned forward, taking my breath away as my cock slid smoothly into her throat, right up to my balls.

She swallowed several times and I groaned as her throat muscles strongly massaged my cock. Then she pulled back until my cock popped out of her mouth, gleaming with her saliva. She hastily wiped her eyes and her chin, smiling broadly at her mother.

Nicely done, darling," Laura said. "Now, finish him off."

"Ungh!" I groaned, as Diane swooped down on me, opening her mouth wide and ramming it down over my cock in one smooth, fluid motion.

"Fuck him with your mouth for a few moments," Laura whispered in her daughter's ear, "and then suck the tip for a little while." Laura got to her knees and straddled my chest, blocking my view. I groaned again as Diane pulled off my cock, leaving just the head in her mouth, scrubbing it with her tongue. "Lick his balls," Laura gasped, "and then deep throat him again. Mix it up, keep him guessing."

Laura backed up and suddenly I had a mouthful of her hot, drooling cunny. She reached behind herself and grabbed my hair, gently urging me to eat her. I stiffened my tongue and rammed it as deeply into her muff as I could get it. And then the room was quiet except for Laura's moans as I ate her and the soft slurping sound of Diane blowing me.

Just a few minutes later Laura shivered into an orgasm, cumming on my face as I ate her and she watched her daughter suck me off. I came not a minute after Laura did, one hand reaching around Laura's body and holding Diane's head on my cock.

"Take it, baby!" I gasped. "Drink it down!" I spasmed and my load gushed into the teenager's hot, sucking mouth.

Laura whined, "Oh God!" and came again as she watched my cock buck and jump in Diane's mouth. "That's so fuckin' hot!" she wailed, her body grinding back on my face. I almost smothered as Laura and I orgasmed together, both of us brought off by her daughter's masterful performance on my cock.

Laura slumped to the side as her orgasm wound down and Diane pulled off my cock, her hands slowly and firmly jacking my cock even as it wilted. Then she crawled over my leg and up to her mother, leaning down and kissing her. Laura's eyes opened wide in shock as Diane's tongue pried open her mouth and the girl let my load trickle into her mother's mouth.

Laura grunted in surprise and her eyes rolled back in her head as she orgasmed a third time, her hips bucking into the air as Diane fed her my load.

******

I had a head pillowed on each shoulder as Diane and Laura snuggled up to me in the bed. I had one of Laura's ripe, heavy breasts in my hand, and one of Diane's smaller, softball sized tits in the other. There were two hands playing with my cock and I was in heaven.

"That was pretty neat," Diane was saying. "I liked it."

"Even when he came in your mouth?" Laura asked.

"That was my favorite part," Diane replied. "It made me feel... I don't know... special, I guess."

"It made me feel pretty special too, sweetie," I said, squeezing her breast. "Thank you very much for doing that for me."

Diane leaned over me and kissed me, and I could taste myself in her mouth. She pulled back and smiled at me. "You taste funny," she said.

"That's probably me you're tasting," Laura said.

Diane licked her lips and frowned. "I don't know," she said, "its gone now." She reached out and dragged a finger through the gleaming slot of Laura's sex and then brought it to her mouth and sucked it inside. "Mmm!" she moaned, her eyebrows going up in surprise. "It was you, mom." She licked her finger again and smiled at her mother. "You taste pretty good!"

"She does, doesn't she?" I said. I turned and leered at the older woman, who was blushing. She glared at me.

"You don't have to encourage her, you know!" she said, scowling fiercely at me.

"Hey, it not my fault that you have a tasty box!" I smacked my lips and rolled my eyes, and kissed the tips of my bunched fingers. "It is a taste to die for!" I said in a fake French accent.

The corners of Laura's mouth twitched and she laughed. "A good part of that 'Taste to die for' is you, you fool!"

"I know," I said modestly. "I'm the whipped cream to your Cherry pie. One flavor compliments the other."

Laura laughed again and turned over, rolling partly on top of me. "You say the sweetest things." She leaned down and kissed me, a slow, passionate kiss that left us both breathless.

"Do that again!" I gasped, as she pulled back. She gave me a loving smile and sank down on me again, kissing me until my ears roared. I moved my arm out from under Diane's head and rolled us to our sides, kissing her again. She sighed deep in her chest and her arms tightened around me as we necked like a randy pair of teenagers.

I pulled her leg over my hip and moments later, we were joined as my revived cock slid into her honeyed snatch. "Oh yes!" she moaned. Her tongue darted out and she licked my lips and murmured, "I love the way you make love to me."

"I hope so," I said, my voice suddenly husky, "Because I'm never gonna stop." Her eyes found mine and I lost myself in their bottomless depths. "I love you, Laura. God help me, but I love you so much..."

Her eyes widened and then filled with tears. "Oh Jerry, you don't know how much I've wanted to hear you say that!" Her arms tightened and she buried her face in the corner of my jaw, her tears hot on my skin. "I... I love you too!" she said brokenly, crying openly now. "I love you so much!"

I held her tightly, my heart overflowing with emotion. I was in love with a married woman, an older woman, and the mother of my other lover. It was, to say the least, a fucked up mess, but I knew that together, we would overcome the problems and make this work.

I realized that we had to, because I couldn't live without this woman.

*******

Epilog.

The professor offered no resistance when Laura told him she was leaving him and taking Diane with her. He accepted the figure Laura mentioned for child support and told her she could have the house. That offer wasn't as generous as it sounds, it was University Housing and it would revert back to the school after he stopped living there. It wasn't a problem as Laura and Diane both came to live with me.

Diane shared Laura's and my bed for a few weeks before she moved into her own bedroom. After that, we were only occasional lovers, the girl inviting me for a romp every month or so, with her mother's approval, until she went off to college. She grew into an extraordinarily beautiful young woman and she never lacked for male companionship. There was no shortage of good looking males in our college town and every September brought a barrage of phone calls, all horny guys wanting to take Diane out. But she didn't date a lot, which surprised me.

I asked her why once, when she was twenty and she just said that 'they didn't make the cut.' Laura told me later that they didn't measure up to me, which floored me.

Laura and I married the year Diane turned twenty-one. Much to her mother's amusement, Diane consented to be my best man at the wedding and even went so far as to rent a Tux and wear it to the ceramony. Laura was so taken with the idea that she and her bride's maids wore tuxes as well, the only difference being that Laura's was pink, and the other ladies wore black.

"All the women just love the idea of wearing a tux," Laura laughed. "Now they don't have to by a dress that they'd probably never wear again and I don't have to buy a wedding dress."

None of the women wore a shirt or blouse; they opted to wear just the vest, with a bow tie around their necks as a choker. The poor preacher didn't know where to look; a sea of cleavages surrounded him and in Laura's case, a hot pink mini skirt and a white vest with a claw hammer formal coat that matched the mini skirt. She was the only woman in the bridal party in a skirt.

We've been blissfully happy ever since.

End