My Brilliant Precocious yet Alluring Daughter
written by:
Little tommy D.

My Brilliant Precocious yet Alluring Daughter

I am Marta Rayburn, the forty year-old mother of a genius. I really mean Genius, not proclaimed by me, but by several Universities who offer proof in the fact that she is not yet nineteen and is working on her second Doctorate in Advanced Mathematics. What's more upsetting is the offers she has had to become a model for a number of agencies across the U. S. I must admit in all modesty, she is as beautiful as she is brainy and a distinct problem in my life. She is petulant, self-centered, snappish, and all because her father and me are just average people and aren't capable of dealing with her brilliance. My God, I walk around with a dictionary in my hand just to understand ten percent of what she says to me. Some of her math courses, for instance, have names that seem unreal. Think names like: Riemannian Geometry, and Infinitary Ramsey Theory, or Algebraic Techniques in Extremal Combinatorics, Graph Theory, and Finite Geometry. Could you speak with someone who referenced topics such as those?

I am raising her alone. Her father, Ryan, couldn't take it any longer so he bailed a year ago when he declared that we could try a 'stress separation' until Sarah Lynn graduated and moved out on her own. If you want the truth, I don't think she'll ever stop going to school, not as long as she keeps getting full scholarships to continue her gathering of degrees. Her life has not been normal, not by any means of judging normal. When she was a junior in high school and eligible to attend the prom, she was still seven years old. She never had a senior year in school; she went directly into her second semester sophomore year in college that year. Try living with a child such as Sarah. She has never had a boyfriend, has few girlfriends for good reason, she is not on Facebook, doesn't tweet or Twitter, doesn't hang out at Malls, and detests smart phones. My own question has been; who would want a friend like her? The truth be known, she and I aren't friends in the normal standard of mother-daughter as I see other mother-daughters as being close and companionable. It hurts at times, especially the words she uses that are rude and irritable.

I had decided that she was totally abnormal with no evidence of being human until last evening, a Sunday where she had once again barricaded herself in her room all day. On days such as yesterday, I prepare dinner, eat alone, and when finished, take a tray to her room, leave it outside the door, knock, and then leave ala hotel room service with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. Yesterday was different because I sat the tray down and began closing the hall window as the wind was becoming heavier and blowing the pictures and flowers on the hall tables. I thought I was hearing the wind and paid little attention until the window was closed. With the wind stopped, the noise I heard became louder and I realized it was coming from Sarah's room. I put my ear to the door and could hear the low moaning from inside. I became extremely curious.

Ryan had bought a listening device to better hear and discern noises from motors he worked on in his job. I went to my bedroom, stood on a chair and found the device in the closet. I took my iPod, plugged the device in and went back to her room. I put the end of the microphone on her door and was shocked to realize that the sound I was hearing was the distinct sound of Sarah masturbating. From what I could hear, she was having a grand old time, just like a normal woman would have when nearing an orgasm. With no guilt, I stayed with the microphone throughout and became excited myself when she obviously brought the orgasm to fruition and relished audibly in the joy. My panties were soaking wet by the time it was over so I folded the iPod, microphone, knocked and left. Later, when I went to bed, I lamented the lack of dick since Ryan left us, so I rolled over, retrieved the replica silicon dick dildo I had bought online and worked myself into a frenzy in the same fashion as had Sarah. When mu orgasm was over and my nerve edges had softened, I lay there breathing heavily and hoped that Sarah wasn't listening on the other side of my door. From that Sunday when I discovered what she did behind her closed door, I always listen before I knock and have been surprised at the number of times I have heard a repeat of that first night. Needless to say, it has also increased my time with the fake dick as I join her in the fun and game of being fucked even if it is a false fuck.

As the time went on, I became obsessed with listening to her through the door.

The obsession needed more than just the sound so I began plotting on how I could arrange to actually watch what she did while she was doing it. I became frantic in my quest to watch, so frantic and obsessed that I went to a digital video specialty shop and discussed the topic with one of the techies on the staff. I didn't tell him why I wanted to watch, only that I needed to see a child, that's true, at play in a room, without the child knowing that it was being watched. He asked about the room and I told him about the lighting over the bed, pictures on the wall, the desks, and the bookshelves and so on. He thought for a second or two and said that a small camera in the chandelier would be the leas detectable and provide the highest visibility. He could do a wireless transmission to a TV set on the same floor. The transmission could also be recorded on a DVD receiver using either erasable re-recording disks or permanent disks for filing. It would pick up the sound of anyone speaking, I arranged for him to do the installation on Tuesday while Sarah was in class. I skipped out on work early and met him at the house. He told me it would take about an hour and a half to do the work.

When he completed the job, he came to the kitchen and said it was test time. I went to my bedroom where the receiving TV was on, the recorder had a disk, and he went to Sarah's room, walked around the entire room and spoke in several levels of voice. He came to my room and we viewed the video with audio. It was perfect. He took the remote controller and demonstrated the zoom feature, a bonus that I hadn't expected or requested. I wrote him the check, saw him to the door, and happily danced my way to the garage to get the car and go to the sex toy shop and buy myself a longer, thicker dildo with a more powerful vibrator feature. The clerk watched me checking them out, came over and unlocked a cabinet. She said, "Maybe you would want one of these new models." She held one up that was the size I was wanting and this new one had a second, smaller dick that went in your asshole, both had strong motors, were quiet, and were the most realistic looking and feeling dildos I had ever seen. The clerk explained that it was made of some new space age material that made them realistic when compared to others. It was more expense than I planned, but what the Hell, you only live once so I walked out happily anticipating that I would be a well satisfied customer. I was! Did my conscience bother me? No, Sarah was nothing more than a stranger living in my house,

Two evenings later, after knocking on Sarah's door with the tray, I skipped back to my room, flipped on the TV and sat on the end of the bed. When the picture came on, I blinked to make certain I was seeing straight. Sarah was naked; two black paper clamps were attached to her nipples and just the thought of the pain brought a wince to my face. God, I thought, those clamps are strong, tight fitting, and must have hurt likes the dickens. I wondered how long she had been wearing clamps like those two. She sat the tray on the desk, plopped in her swivel chair and ate while reading a tome that was open near the tray. When she finished the dinner, she put the tray in the floor, put her legs up on the desk, leaned back in the chair and fingered her pussy as she read the book, now sitting on her stomach being held by the arm of the hand in her pussy. I marveled at the amount of bush that was her pubic hair. Of course I knew she wasn't into glamour and make-up and such, but I thought she would have trimmed her pussy, but it was a wild forest of her light brown hair. While watching, I found that she enjoyed playing with the hair so maybe that's why it went untrimmed as it did.

I didn't have to watch in real time so I went down, cleaned the kitchen, read the mail, disposed of its remains, got a glass of iced water, came back to my room and took my shower. I figured if I was going to finish the recording I'd just leave my pajamas on the door hook. I skipped across the room naked, made myself comfortable on the bed and started the video. Less than three minutes in the video, I took the new dildo and joined in with Sarah as I watched her and her own realistic dick of silicon. I quickly realized that opposed to men who can watch porno and jack off with ease, I couldn't watch Sarah and satisfy myself so I laid my dildo aside until later. God she was hot! Her beauty was mindboggling, her body a thing of awesome admiration. Men must droll when she passes them and I can imagine their imagination when they see her ass in front of them as they walk down the hallways of the University. At eighteen, I wondered if she had ever seen a real dick, if she had ever held one, had one stuck up her pussy yet, or was all she had were her fantasies like the one I was watching on the TV?

When the video ended, I retrieved the disk and filed it in a folder I had created. What will I do with them? Hell, I'll watch them over and over again as they make me hotter that Ryan ever did. I turned the lights out, picked up my new best friend, stuck him in my pussy and up my ass and fucked myself to sleep with him still between my legs.

Three nights later it was Sarah's turn again. As I sat on the bed watching her at the desk repeat the performance, I detected a very low sound that was different than any I had heard on previous days. I attempted to turn the volume up, but her mumbling was still way too low to distinguish what was being mumbled. When she came to the bed this time, I saw that she had taken the clothes valet and attached two loops of wide canvas-like cloth, one to each arm. She lay down on the bed, lifted her legs and put her feet though the loops, shuffling until the cloth was just above her knees. It was then I realized she had put in leg holders so that her ass and legs wee elevated for better access to her pussy, similar to having her legs on a man's shoulders. She removed the clamps from her nipples and threw them aside, began fondling her nipples, wetting her fingers and then tweaking the nipples while they were wet. She squeezed her tits lightly, kept her left hand on her left tit, took her dildo in her right hand and sucked it slowly before she moved it to her Mound of Venus. She turned the vibrator on at half speed, running it gently over the upper part of her pussy. She gradually lowered it and pressed harder. Her breathing increased, her abdomen tightened and rippled, and she began mouthing something. This time I had her directly under the video/audio so I zoomed to her mouth and plainly heard her saying under rapid breathing, "Oh, Josh! Josh that feel s so good. Your dick is so tight in me. You do such a good job on my pussy. Oh, Josh, I'm going to reach before you do so don't slow down."

Josh! Who could Josh be? I've never met a Josh or heard her mention anyone named Josh. I have to get to the bottom of that name and soon. I put the remote down and went downstairs where she kept her backpack. I ransacked through it and found no references to any Josh among her notes and notebooks. Her notes were not even of my same world as I couldn't understand anything readable much less the figures that were there. I put that aside and went back to my room, hoping for a little more in the way of identity for Josh, but nothing but "Josh" was ever said, even in the midst of her orgasm which was tremendous and I envied the way her youth gave it strength and the ability to extend for unbelievable time periods. Mine were half of hers and I remembered Ryan's--weak and short--with little force to his Cumming. I may have to rethink my attitude if he ever wants to end our 'stress separation.' My new space age friend gives me more in the way of a good fuck than he ever did when he was here.

I left the next morning and ran to the University before going to the office. I went to her Faculty adviser's office and checked the listing of her students but found no Josh that would be associated with Sarah. I went to the library and pulled the last yearbook, flipped through the class she was under, the class before and the class after but no Josh. Could it have been at another school she attended? This was her fourth University now where she piled up degree after degree without ever having gone through a ceremony which disappointed her father and me who were anticipating seeing walk across the stage with all those colors on her sashes. Oh, well, I have to make a new start.

Sarah had a night class on Wednesdays so I'm home alone, no tray or video tonight. I was perplexed over this 'Josh' figure. I had a flash about her high school so I looked up the number of her one and only confidant her last year at the high school and called her. Her mother answered and told me that Carolyn was at the state University in Williston and gave me her number. I called, got a sorority house that took a message for her. I left one for her to call me when she had the time as I had a question for her. I was watching the late news when the call came in. I went to my bedroom to take it, fearing that Sarah would walk in while I was in the middle of questioning Carolyn. When I asked about Josh, she giggled and said, "Mrs. Rayburn, you should remember Joshua, or Josh as we called him. He and his family lived in what is now the Blackburn's house. He wore huge black-rimmed glasses, always had a book in his hand, and was the nerd before anyone knew what a nerd was. I think his last name was Ward like the old store. He and Sarah were as tight as the lid on a beer bottle because they were the only ones who understood each other. The best I remember, he was about five years older than we were and was into computers way before we learned to use them. The last I heard he was at MIT in the computer science engineering school."

I quickly asked her if she knew anyone who would know his location at the current time. She thought for a minute and shouted, "Yeah, I had forgotten about his older sister, Melanie. She's a teacher at the Lane Billows Elementary school. You can find her there and she can tell you where Josh is now."

I thanked her profusely, hung up and looked up the Ward name in the phone book. I found some seven listings but focused on M. E. Ward knowing that single women most often use initials to keep the heavy breathers from calling. I dialed the number and crossed my fingers. When she answered, I asked if she was the elementary teacher at Lane Billows. When she said yes, I identified myself and reminded her of where we lived. She said she remember me but remembered Sarah more because of her closeness to Josh. I told her of Sarah's progress and a little small talk of education and then I asked about Josh. She told me he was a professor at the local four year college--the one that once been the community two-year school. She even gave me his phone number as she said he isn't listed to keep the students from calling at all hours. When the call ended, I scooted to my computer, fired it up and went to the Reverse Phone Web Site and entered his number. His address popped up and it was about ten miles from our house. I wrote down the address and put it in my purse. The next day I left work and drove straight to his address. I sat in the car listening to the radio while I waited his coming home. I only had to wait for about twenty minutes when his car pulled into the driveway; he got out and walked across the short path to the front steps. My view from the street was one of admiration. He was about six-two, thin, but athletically built, his clothes fit very well, his glasses were now the frameless style and from I saw he was well worth calling his name in the middle of an orgasm.

I waited until he was in the house, waited another ten minutes, got out and rang his doorbell. When he opened the door, he looked at me and said, "Yes, may I help you?" I smiled broadly and answered, "Josh, don't tell me you don't remember Sarah's mother from when you lived on Bailey Court?"

His lips spread across his face, he opened the door widely, took my hand and elatedly said, "Oh, yes, Mrs. Rayburn, it's been a while but I do remember. He eyed my five-six frame, my 36-C's, my 119 pounds compacted nicely from yoga, jogging, and hours of open-air tennis, took my hand and showed me into the room saying, "Come on in and let's talk of old times and renewed acquaintance.."

He sat me in the prime seat, poured me a glass of iced tea and took the chair nearest me. We talked and we talked. He was excited to hear about Sarah and more excited to learn that she was still in school and living at home. We talked until he had to turn lights on it had become so dark. I had a plan to propose, but my heart was beating so loudly I didn't think my voice would be heard over its sounds. I had to be careful with what I was proposing, but when I finally blurted it out, he responded that it was one that definitely interested him. Frankly, to whet his interest, I had told him about Sarah and what she did behind closed doors while calling his name. What I had proposed was for him to see the video where she was calling his name. Once he saw that video, he was free to do whatever he wanted to do about it. We made a date for next Wednesday while Sarah was at school.

When Wednesday rolled around, I showered early and prepped a light snack for us. He arrived at six-thirty. We sat in the living room and talked for a few minutes before I took him to the bedroom to watch the video. I powered the system up, told him I would let him watch alone, but he insisted that I stay so I sat in the rocker while he took the end of the bed. We said nothing while the video was running. When it ended, I stood and opened the door to the hall. He gradually eased up and tried to cover his hard on but it wasn't possible to cover what I saw. I said nothing as we went back to the living room and sat eating the snack and drinking the wine. When the snack was gone, he looked directly in my eye and said, "Mrs. Rayburn, I am a computer sciences Professor. I also have a degree in sociology and philosophy and I am one who is intrigued by this situation. She is absolutely gorgeous and I would be pleased to be back in her life again. What exactly do you propose now that I've seen the video?

"Josh, call me Marta. What I propose is simple, Josh. When Sarah does another performance, I will unlock her door and let you in, naked of course, and you will take the place of the dildo. I want to make her happy and maybe if you fucked her, she would become more of a daughter to me and not treat me as a robot. That's my proposition to you. She must have strong feelings for you, even after all the elapsed time. There's an underlying reason she dredged you up from her long ago past history with you. You're the professor, isn't that the way you see it?"

"Yes, Marta, it is. If I agree, when would be the normal time for her next event?"

"This Friday if she follows her pattern and at this point she hasn't varied for weeks. I need time to prepare so when would you know if you'll accept or not. Friday is getting closer and I need to make plans."

Josh knew he would jump at the chance to fuck the delicious and desirable Sarah, but he wanted to play the game with Marta. His thoughts were that a two-fer is better than a single anytime so he wouldn't show how anxious he was to score, so he responded, "I'll call tomorrow morning, Marta. Give me your phone number."

I took a card from my purse and handed it to him. He studied the card and asked if he could call the work number. I told him yes, that I owned the company and would approve it. He laughed, stood and waited for me to join him at the door. I walked to the edge of the porch with him and he stepped down to the first step, turned and whispered, "What do I have to do to get you to join us?"

That question shocked the shit out of me. I had never given any thought to him wanting me in on the game. I swiftly shook my head and regretfully told him, "This is for Sarah, Josh, and Sarah alone. I wouldn't embarrass her or myself by intruding on her fantasy. Sorry, but no dice."

He grinned, put his arm around my waist, pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, and passionately, causing my knees to buckle, leaving him to hold me up as he held me so close and whispered in my ear, "Marta, when I was younger, I did like Sarah because we had the same intellect, but I hung around with her because I loved your body, the shape of your ass, and the cleavage that showed your gorgeous tits when you served us snacks on the porch. Young, I was, admittedly so, but young boys get hard ons just like adults. And you always gave me one and still do. He pulled my hand down and I felt his hard, long, thick dick under my hand. I glanced around to make certain that no neighbors were out walking or in the yard to see us while my heart did flip-flops imagining his dick pinning me to the bed.

Before he turned me loose, he whispered again, "We can have Wednesday's while Sarah is gone. You think about that proposal as being the one you can't refuse. Until tomorrow, Bye Marta." He grinned, pointed at me and waved. I was still weak in the knees as I watched him and his tight ass walking to his car. My head was swimming. I was stunned that such a young, good looking man wanted to fuck me, a mother who is about twenty years older than him. Unbelievable! But he's right, I will think deeply and broadly before I refuse his offer. Why shouldn't I accept? At the moment, I don't have a feasible negative answer for that question.

AS promised, Josh called around nine on Thursday and told Marta that he would do her bidding and would be at her house a little after seven, the safe time when Sarah would be closeted in her room. Marta was excited about the prospect of pleasing Sarah also knowing it would please Josh as well--perhaps even more. Sarah came in at five on Thursday with some big news. She showed an elation Marta hadn't seen in several years so she wanted to share her elation and told Sarah to hold the news until she poured a celebratory wine glass to toast her news whatever it would be. Sarah actually smiled when she sipped the wine, nervously edged to the front of the chair and smilingly told Marta, "I was offered an Associate Professorship today. I would be teaching the Advanced Calculus Graduate course and substituting for the Trig professor who will be on a year's Sabbatical doing research. You should be happy, Mom, since this will be steady high income and I will move out to my own place. But, it may take a few months to save enough to actually do it."

Marta was both pleased and shocked by the news. She stood and hugged Sarah without being rebuffed for the first time in her memory. She told Sarah how pleased she was with her job and that she would assist in decorating her new place is Sarah wanted her help. Sarah didn't respond to that offer, but Marta didn't expect joy if she involved herself in Sarah's decisions. Sarah finished the wine, said, "Thanks, Mom. I'm going to my room now. A light snack would suffice as the Dean bought me a huge lunch when he made the offer." Marta merely nodded and sat watching Sarah energetically take the stairs by twos as she fled to her room. Marta slowly smiled to herself as she envisioned even a steamier session tonight because of Sarah's built-up energy and elation. With that thought in mind, Marta went to the kitchen to prepare an extra special snack plate with an additional carafe of wine to put her in even a more aggressive state of mind from the soothing mellow wine.

She delivered the tray, tapped on the door and for the first time, Sarah responded with a yelled, "Thanks, Mom." Marta went to her bedroom, prepped the DVD and turned the camera on. Sarah has shed the dress and was now at her laptop in her lacy bikini panties with matching top. Sarah had been so nice today the change was causing Marta to have regrets about what she had planned to do with Josh, but the ball was rolling and it was too late to stop the bounce. Marta went back to the living room and waited for Josh. He tapped on the glass at seven-twenty. Marta quietly let him in and pulled him to the kitchen so that Sarah had no chance of hearing their conversation. She told Josh about the change, the job offer, and her second feelings and asked his opinion.

He put his arm around her shoulder and held her close, saying, "When I'm with her, I'll tell her that I received the news of her offer, came over and your Mom opened the door for me so that I could help you celebrate the gat news and that when I entered your room and saw what you were doing to celebrate, I decided to join with your celebration. How does that sound?"

Marta smiled at Josh and said, "Josh, that's the largest pile of bullshit I've ever heard of, but I think it will work and be believable so go with it. Now, my question for you is, 'Do you mind if I record the two of you?"

"I would mind if you didn't offer to make me a copy. You will do that won't you? I want to watch it over and over again."

"One additional copy is on order and will be available when you leave, if you do leave."

"What does that mean, Marta?"

"Only that she may want you to stay the night. It is Saturday and she doesn't have to be anywhere that I know of, do you?

"No, and I see what you mean. Let's make an agreement now so that our game plan works without screw-up. If she doesn't run me off by Midnight, you can go on to bed and relax. I'll get the copy tomorrow if that happens. Okay?"

"You're on with that plan. Now, let's tiptoe upstairs and see what the progress has been at this point."

The TV remained focused on the bed in the same position I had left it. Sarah wasn't visible, but we could hear her slamming desk drawers and at one point, saw her at her bookcase removing a three-ring binder and flipping through it. Josh was intently watching and drinking in her body in the skimpy, sheer underwear that left nothing to the imagination. At one point, he turned and smiled, gave a thumb up and returned to the video. Her next movement gave an indication that she was preparing to head for the bed when she appeared with the empty tray and opened the door, sat it outside and then locked herself back inside her room. She sat on the edge of the bed, shook her slippers off, unfastened her bra and put it on the chair arm. She leaned and dropped her back to the bed, lifted her legs in the air and rolled the panties down, slipped them past her thighs and shed them to the chair arm. She scooted upwards, left her lower legs bent toward the floor, rubbed her tits and massaged each of them tenderly, tweaking the nipple of each, showing the pleasure by the slight smile on her face.

Sarah put her right palm on her abdomen, spread her fingers and began to slowly let them creep downward toward the slit of her pussy. My own heart rate was increasing as I anticipated the finger entering the slit and I could only imagine what Josh was feeling. She began easily fondling her wet channel as she playfully teased her visible clit in close-up range under the zoom lens. She slowly reached the upper opening of her pussy, allowed her middle finger to gingerly enter the shallow cut while her other fingers spread along the sides of her vulva's outer, larger lips on top of her pubic hair. She tightly closed her eyes and pushed her hand lower, wagging the finger from side to side as it slithered farther down through the glistening wet pink interior between her inner labia as it spread open to admit its obviously welcome intruder.

We could watch the juices flow and although it should have been expected, it surprised me when Josh opened his fly and grabbed his swollen, throbbing dick and held it tightly in his right hand as he leered at me and shook his head. I nodded, whispered, "Her eyes are closed so it's time to make our move." He nodded, stood, undressed, and waved his awesome dick at me as we left the room and quietly moved to Sarah's door.

I retrieved the key from my pocket, slowly and carefully keyed the lock open. I whispered in his ear, "Give me a minute to get back to the room before you go inside." He responded with only a nod of his head and a shake of his hard dick as he pointed at me.

I sat where he had sat, my nose in the TV so that I wouldn't miss a beat of what was to come. I had been back maybe two minutes when he turned the knob slowly, pushed the door only enough to slip through the opening and stood tall at the end of the bed near her legs, effortlessly jacking his dick as he eyed her hand movements inside her pussy.

She allowed the finger to penetrate her opening, but she restrained herself from fully inserting it inside. The up and down movement of the hand and finger had increased considerably as I noticed her abdominal walls tightening and flexing along with her finger movement. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing becoming more rapid and her facial expressions were rapidly changing as they were showing the tension she was feeling from her masturbation process. She reached to her left, took the dildo in her hand and substituted it for her fingers. I was glued to the TV as I watched and waited, but Josh didn't wait too long. I was stunned when her head came up from the bed, and she gave a harsh long groan as she pushed the dildo to its ultimate speed in her slit. And then, as I sat quickly forward to get a closer view, Josh grabbed her hand and jerked it upwards, removing the dildo, fell between her legs and rammed his dick inside her wet and ready pussy. She screamed, screamed so loud that I heard it in my room. Sarah opened her eyes in a flash, saw Josh on top of her, felt his thrusting inside her and she screamed again as she split the silence with a scream of, "Oh, Josh, oh my God, Josh, oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I'm so happy that I'm having trouble with my breath! Where have you been, I've missed you so. God, fuck me the same as we used to do!" Her body was hitting the bed as she violently bounced under him as he was stroking her pussy relentlessly as he relished his fondling her tits. I knew he relished it by the expression on his face. AS I watched closely, Sarah straightened her legs, threw them in the air and wrapped them around his torso as she obviously entered into an exhausting orgasm, covering her face with her arm as he continued to fuck her with renewed energy. Suddenly she removed her arm and fell back, head gently bouncing up and down on the pillow as she laid panting, eyes closed and her hands pulling on his hips as he continued thrusting in and out.

Josh slowed his pace and kissed her on the lips, the cheeks, the eyes, and the ears. She lifted her head and said something in his ear. He stooped his thrusting, rolled off her as she slid farther down and dropped her legs back over the side of the bed. "Josh, lean back, turn loose of me and let me take over." He followed her instructions and I could see the wonder and puzzlement in his expression. Both he and I were surprised as she put her feet around his dick and alternatively began moving her feet back and forth, jacking his dick with her feet. I was dumbstruck as I watched and I knew Josh had been struck with a what the Hell look as I groaned at the TV set.

I gawked as I watched her run her feet to randomly roam while she used the arch of her sole to rub his dick head, and then drop them back along the shaft of his dick. She used her toes to lift his balls and bounce them on her toes. I was watching as I wondered like any Mother would where she had learned those tricks, tricks I would never have thought of using with her father. She tried everything she could with the feet. She tightened the bottoms of her feet around his shaft and moved them rapidly up and down, bouncing them against the lower edges of his dick head. I was straining to keep my composure within, stuck my dick high in the air and yelled, "Faster, Em. Faster!" reason when I saw that Josh was losing the battle with her feet. He swiftly lifted his ass from the bed, yelped, "Faster, Sarah, Faster."

She lay back and renewed her energy as she pumped her legs vigorously and held his hard purple dick tighter and tighter between her soles. From the tension in his face, I felt his dick was going to blow any second now. He suddenly rose, got to his knees, thrust his hips forward toward her and shot his strong white spurts over her tits and abdomen, but she didn't stop. Sarah was intent on draining his long hose on her legs. He swiftly pushed her legs away, bent and kissed the cum on her abdomen. Surprising me, she used her finger to remove it from her lips and stuck it in her mouth. I saw that he took a finger full and put it in her mouth also. He lay on her body; his dick again inside and calmly sucked her left nipple. She pulled him tighter against her abdomen and let him gently, smoothly, slowly fuck her as she closed her eyes and lay there in bliss. I was a nervous wreck, my crotch was soaked, my heart wouldn't slow down and I couldn't remove my eyes from the TV. I stayed with it until he had another Cumming that ended with her sucking his dick until it was empty and sparkling clean. He made a circle with his index finger and held it over his head sowing me a sign of approval. Sarah rolled over and turned the light out. With no light in the room I lost the picture and when that happened I fell backwards on the bed, to0 tired and to0 nervous over what I had done to get my double-dick friend from the drawer to fuck me so I just lay there alone.

As I lay there, I was thinking of how the shocks to me were many as they had their romp of uncompromising sexual reunion brought to them courtesy of me. Was I happy, was I regretful? I know I had mixed emotions especially when I thought back to what Sarah had said to Josh--- "God, fuck me the same as we used to do!" That was upsetting news to me, upsetting because he failed to mention that they had fucked as kids, and upsetting that it happened to her at such a young age. What was this world coming to? How old was she when they were tight as intellectual kids? Nine, ten? It's a damned shame what parents don't know about what their kids do when they're out of sight. Their coupling at such a young age had to be because of their high IQ's and smarts that separated them above the others of their age. Now I know why she screamed his name when she masturbated--he was her first and only. Did I do a good thing when I brought him back into the picture? Only time will tell. But that's the least of my worries this minute---my concern now is what I will do next Wednesday when he shows up and insists on fucking me? His dick was surely tempting and it's been so long since I had anyone hug and hold me close so what would it hurt? Ryan is using our separation to fuck his assistant openly according to the whispers and subtle hints I've been privy to by those who know him. I'll play it cool and let it flow where it may.

I woke when I heard his car start. I scanned the clock and saw that it was six-twelve. I heard no other sounds which meant that Sarah may not know that he had left her room. I lay there for some time and couldn't get back to sleep so I showered, dressed and started breakfast. I was surprised, but pleased, when Sarah come in earlier than normal, already dressed for the day, and sat at the table actually engaging in conversation with me. It was surely strange but a welcome new attitude in her personality. Was it a result of her night of being fucked or was it brought on by the re-discovery of Josh and the future potential of a relationship? I'd love to have heard what was said after the lights went out, but I know she'll never tell. Maybe I can get Josh to talk when he's here Wednesday assuming he will still show after last night. Then the thought hit me--Fuck, Marta, he's a man and if he thinks he can get a strange pussy, especially one he admired as a kid, you know damned well he'll show up regardless of what he feels toward Sarah!

We finished breakfast, she helped clean-up, and that astounded me, before announcing that she was going to the University and spend the day getting her new office situated and realigned. She said that she wouldn't be home for dinner as she was meeting a friend at seven. I smiled, hugged her as she opened the garage door, not asking who the friend was. I had a feeling that I already knew. I did the grocery shopping, the laundry, and was having a cold iced tea when the phone rang. I answered and it was Josh. He wanted to thank me for bringing Sarah back into his life and for planning last night's reunion in the manner I did. He admitted he was meeting her later for dinner and warned me that she might not be home as usual. I told him it was okay, she is now grown and a professor and can make her own decisions about her life. We gabbed for another few minutes and when he said he had to leave, he left with "I'll be there before seven Wednesday so keep an eye out." That answered my question as I now know I need to plan for his arrival.

Wednesday morning I began to get nervous as I anticipated the evening, wondering how I should prepare for his arrival. It's been so long since I was with a man other than Ryan I'm not aware of how people act today when confronted with the inevitable moment of getting naked and engaging in foreplay prior to actually fucking. My observation of Sarah and Josh wasn't a normal or natural prelude because she was already engaged in sexual play when he took over. I managed to get through the day but can't really remember what I did as I was obsessed with the thoughts of this evening. I was in the kitchen when the bell rang and it so unnerved me that I spilled the tea I was drinking I jerked so hard at the sound. I threw a paper towel on the spill and hesitantly opened the door to him, standing aside to let his slide by me, but he didn't slide by me. Instead he grabbed me around the waist, pulled me to him and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth and squeezing the cheeks of my ass. I resisted and pulled hard to get him out of the doorway and the view of anyone passing by the house. I swiftly shut the door and locked it.

I pulled back and said, "Take it easy, Josh. We have to be careful with the neighbors and the gossipers and especially so if you and Sarah start dating. We'd be the scandal of the decade. Come in and sit."

"No, Marta, I don't want to sit, what I want is you and I want you now. I've waited for twelve long years for today and I want to make it worth the wait." He snatched my hand in his and pulled me to the stairs, putting me in front and pushing on my ass as I stumbled up the stairwell. Once we were in the bedroom, he calmed somewhat and tenderly held me close to him and kissed my cheek and forehead, saying, "Forgive me for my rashness. It's just that I've wanted you for so many years that it's hard to delay any longer."

I told him, "Josh, I'm new at this new game so be patient with me. Take your time and guide me as it's been years since I've been in this situation, okay?" He nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. He spied a DVD on the nightstand and asked, "Is that mine?" I nodded and told him to take it when he leaves later. He grinned and asked, "Can we use Sarah's room so we can video ourselves?" I shook my head and told him, "That won't ever happen Josh. I wouldn't risk a video on a bet. I could be ruined if it was ever compromised. Forget it." He nodded and started removing his shoes. I was more alert now to the fact that this was going to happen and that I needed to make the best of it.

I held up my index finger, left the bedroom, went to the bath and reluctantly stripped everything off. I looked in the mirror and groaned, hoping that when he sees me he won't run away. I reentered the bedroom and slowly, cautiously neared the bed, giving Josh the full view of my naked, flawed body approaching. Josh sat up, ogled me unenthusiastically saunter across the rug and hesitate at the side of the bed, silently standing there, eyeing him from above. Josh looked in my eyes and blurted, "Oh, fuck, Marta! Those jeans concealed your figure, your beauty, plus your desirable pussy and that's a damn shame. Please turn slowly around so that I can admire your lovely ass and its lingering appeal of my youth." I snickered because to me, he is still a youth.

I slowly began to turn, now beginning to tease Josh with my profile as I knew it would display my still upstanding, perfectly shaped tits, with my nipples so hard and pointed. When I had turned completely around, Josh rolled across the sheets, looked closely at my pearly white cheeks, the symmetrical crack that mesmerized him into touching it, to lean forward and lightly kiss them, as he delighted in the distinct odor of my magnolia body wash I had used to shower. When I felt the light touch of Josh's fingers at the crack of my ass, I shuddered as the electricity generated by his touch coursed rapidly through me. I never expected him to arouse me instantly as his mere touch had done. Josh dropped and knelt behind me, reached around and massaged my tits, tweaking the rock-hard nipples, sensing that they couldn't become any more aroused than they were now and he was correct.

Josh backed up, tugging at me to fall on the bed. I dropped back, Josh swiftly moved to my legs, pulled them on the bed, and scooted to a position with his knees straddling my head. He kissed my navel, running his tongue into it, and then slowly moving his wet tongue toward my Mound of Venus. I had reached up with my hands and put them on each side of the back of his hips. I gently pulled his hips toward my face until the hair on Josh's balls was tickling my nose. I felt him beginning to lick the upper end of my slit, giving me the jitters of anticipation. I was returning the favor, as I ran my tongue upwards and licked the under-shaft of his hard dick with my wet tongue. I moved down with my tongue and engulfed one of Josh's balls and swirled my tongue around it in my warm, wet mouth.

Josh groaned and quickly located my clit, flicking it several times, extracting a monumental response from my tense and ready body. It went from an upward rise, to a hip sway that nearly flung his lips from my clit, and then to a low under-my-breath, 'Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, Josh. You've set me on fire inside.' Pleased with his ability to have me respond, Josh stepped up his sucking, sticking his tongue in as deep in my pussy as it could go, and using it to drain my flowing juices from deep inside my pussy walls. During his playing on my pussy, I hadn't stopped working on him and he felt the kick-off of the heat I was generating as I alternated from his balls to his dick. This was a new experience I would forever value. I slowly moved one hand to Josh's ass and was randomly probing his asshole with my fingers. I used the little finger side of my hand and glided it up his crack, allowing it to rest it fully within the crack. I slowly brought it down his crack until I sensed, but couldn't see, my hand at Josh's asshole. I turned my hand in the crack, again found the asshole and circled it with my middle finger this time. Josh wriggled his hips, encouraging me to insert my finger and fuck his asshole. I complied. Josh squealed in delight, then we both were frightened and startled when we heard someone loudly say, "Well, well! Here I bring a gift for Susan in recognition of her new job, but it seems that I may get a gift in return. I'm going to assume this isn't a private party that wouldn't mind having me crash it. So, prepare for me to be a member to the fun and games."

When they had overcome their shock of being caught in the ac t, I spoke up and said, "Josh, this is Sarah Minette, my best friend and confidant, but I didn't expect her to pop in this evening. I told her about Susan's job and of your being back in town and making an appearance again."

Josh was the first to speak and offered, "Sarah, it's more than nice to meet you and I would love to have you become a part of our no longer secret group. He eyed her five nine statuesque body, her auburn grey streaked hair, her size 38 DD tits and leered as he eagerly said, "Sarah, for God's sake and mine, undress and come join us."

I, on the other hand, responded to Sarah with, as she looked Josh in the eyes, winked, and softly said "Sarah, if you insist on crashing the party, go shed your clothes and come on in. You can lend assistance while I complete my initial Josh fuck."

Within seconds, Sarah had dropped her clothes on the chair, slid across the sheet toward the top of my head, lifted Josh's ass in the air, leaned down and kissed me upside down, put Josh's balls back in my mouth and watched as I started sucking again. I took one ball in her mouth, dropped my right hand from Josh's hip, and palmed the head of his dick serving in aiding the continuation of his hard-on. The combination of ball suck and dickhead massaging very rapidly stiffened Josh's prick to its maximum hardness. When I knew I had it fully up, I wrapped the shaft with my hand, guided him to Sarah's pussy and waved his dick up and down through Sarah's slit, bouncing it between her labia, her opening, and her asshole. She was murmuring through her groans and the pleasure it was bringing Josh was one of an indescribable gratification that sent chills down his spine. Sarah backed her hips away from Josh, forcing me to release his dick. Josh rose and said to both at once, "Let's switch. Marta, let me get on my back, you get on top of me and Sarah, and you come sit on my face facing Marta." We scrambled to respond and were soon in place.

I slowly raised my hips and allowed myself to slowly lower my pussy easily on Josh's dick and then guiding it to its full length as it filled the space inside my aching, steaming, wet pussy. I gladly moaned with pleasure, as I closed my eyes, and rested as I adjusted to the new reality that I now had a real live dick within me. Sarah squatted and lowered her pussy over Josh's mouth, and when she was situated, the three of us commenced our tasks at the same time. I was aggressively fucking his dick, He was tonguing Sarah's pussy, and I also had my finger in Sarah's ass, fucking it steadily. We continued this enjoyable sexual interplay for some ten minutes until Josh had Sarah screaming as she was at the boiling point. I recognized Sarah as being in the throes of a coming orgasm and stopped fucking his dick. I rose up and said, "I want to do Sarah's orgasm. It'll be my first and I don't want denial," and with that urgent plea, I slid around, pulled Sarah from his face, lay her back on the bed and I instantly plunged between her spread legs, as I went searching for her inflamed clit to create my first successful fucking of my best friend, another female.

Not to be ignored, Josh lifted my ass in the air, stuck his tongue at my asshole and rimmed me several times until I was bucking so rapidly he couldn't maintain his position in my crack. He rose to his knees, spread my legs slightly, ran his dick against my pussy and felt the massive wetness awaiting him. He slowly pushed the head into the wet entryway and rested it inside the soft, warm walls. I couldn't take it any longer. I pushed back toward his dick, effectively shoving it completely inside. When he was fully inserted, he began short, hard fucking strokes, not allowing it to retreat far from its original thrust. He waited for me to begin my back and forth motion, having me take over and do the fucking. I wasn't responding because my attention was focused entirely on sucking Sarah, completing my job of eating her through her orgasm. Josh could hear Sarah's raspy breath catching, her panting had shortened to gasps, she was jerking under my tongue, and Josh smiled as Sarah sat up, grabbed me around the neck, pulled me hard against her pussy, and rocked on my face as spasm after spasm shot through her. In a very short time, she pulled me upwards, hugged me to her stomach while I searched for Sarah's swollen tits, found one and began sucking it while Sarah held my head. Josh was left with his dick swinging in the air alone as it was released from my pussy when Sarah pulled me to her breast.

Josh held his dick, keeping it hard, waiting to see which of us would go first. I used my hands to push myself up when Sarah began to ease from the shock of the orgasm. I looked at Josh, motioned him forward, and pointed toward Sarah's flowing pussy. He dropped between Sarah's legs, shoved his dick in the warmth and began steadily fucking Sarah as I observed Sarah gaining a new arousal. I lay on my stomach, wriggled my body forward between Josh's legs, and was tonguing his balls as he moved in and out of Sarah. I took Josh's balls in my hand, moved my head up and stuck my tongue in the crack of his ass, searching for his sensitive spot. He opened his legs slightly and I was rimming his ass, squeezing his balls, and with Sarah moving under him now, he was ready to blow his wad. He picked up speed in his thrusting, I sensed his balls tightening, and just before he shot, I pulled him backwards, pulled Sarah up and both began licking his now lively rod that was spitting gobs of warm, creamy cum over our faces and down on our tits. Josh moaned as he felt the last jerky spurt leave the head of his dick. Sarah and I were ogling each other and laughing at the cum dripping to our chins and tits. When his breath returned, he joined the laughter as he watched us licking each other's face, delighting in tasting the flavor of his gooey juice while comparing it to their own zesty flavors.

When we had cleaned our messes, we laid side-by-side and Josh turned to me and whispered lightly in my ear, "You were much better than I imagined over the years. Thanks for fulfilling my life's fantasy." I kissed him quickly and turned to Sarah and began talking about Susan's future as a professor. At one point in the conversation, I had an idea and changed the subject as I offered to host a weekly threesome saying that Susan would ultimately be leaving for her own place and they wouldn't have to be limited to Wednesdays. Sarah and Josh both agreed with me that my idea was a good one and that I could expect additional benefits yet to come my way in the near future.

When they were gone, I took my double-dicked friend and moved him to the back of the closet for the immediate future. I threw myself across the bed, smiled to myself as I gazed at the slowly rotating overhead fan and thought: I would never have imagined that at my age I would have such a new sexual adventure with a younger man and of all people, my very best friend who, when I think about it, turned out to be one of the most exciting highlights of my evening.