Frisky Girls
written by:
Frisky Granny

Boys don't like it when you're more experienced than them. At least that has been my experience. So when I fell for Luke I wasn't completely honest with him. I knew I really liked him. I also knew he was a virgin. I didn't want to scare him off. So I downplayed my own sexual experience. I told him I'd only been with one guy—which was the truth—but I didn't give much detail and I told him it was important to me that we take things slow. I wanted him to fall in love with me before we crossed that threshold.

But it wasn't easy.

We'd spend hours making out and touching one another. He was clumsy at first, but he also had a natural gift for titillating me. I'd become accustomed to regular sex with my previous boyfriend and I ached to go farther with Luke. It didn't help that I could tell he had a massive cock. I could feel it through his pants. It was much larger than anything I'd experienced and I was going out of my mind with curiosity.

His naiveté was cute and charming. Sometimes I had to stifle a giggle in those first few weeks. We'd spend hours kissing and fondling and it would be completely obvious that he was working his way up to something big. At least it must have been big in his mind. And finally he'd cup one of my breasts or run a hand up my skirt. He was so nervous when he did it. And somehow made it all hotter. Though sometimes I was tempted to act shocked and surprised, just to see how embarrassed he would become.

As summer approached I spent a lot of time masturbating. We'd spend hours making out in some secret location. He'd be rock hard just from opening a few buttons on my blouse and gazing at my cleavage and lacy bra. I'd guide his hand beneath my skirt, but he wasn't sure what to do. He never tried to breach my panties. He just rubbed my mound through the damp fabric. He never got me off, so I'd just go home frustrated.

After dark I'd be alone in my bed with my step-sister on the other side of the wall. Sometimes the hall outside the bedroom would echo with the sounds of my step-dad snoring. Other nights I'd hear old bed springs creaking and know he was fucking my mom.

I'd lie there in an over-sized t-shirt and start to rub my big tits through the thin cotton fabric. I'd slide my panties off and trail my fingers through my dark red bush. I'd push my middle finger into my hot pussy and slowly fuck myself while biting my lower lip to keep from crying out. I'd press my clit firmly against my button until my entire body was tingling. I remember so many quiet nights with my back arched and my auburn hair sticking to the sweat on my forehead as I gave myself back to back orgasms thinking about the day that I'd take Luke's virginity.

By the time graduation approached, things were progressing nicely. On some level I just wanted to give in and start having sex with him. But we were taking baby steps. A couple of times we would grind so hard that he'd cream his jeans.

It was late May when I finally saw that beautiful cock. We were at his Grandma Freddie's house.

Freddie wasn't Luke's actual grandmother, though she had playing a big part in his upbringing. Her son met and married Luke's mom when he was still very young. Freddie had gotten knocked up when she was just a teenager and her son had married young, so she really wasn't old enough to be a grandmother. She certainly didn't act like one. She looked young for her age, worked-out for hours every day, and had cool taste in music and clothes. Hanging out with her was like having a cool aunt.

Luke and I spent a lot of time at her house. And she had a strict yoga regimen she followed every evening, which meant it was easy to fool around in a different room and know she wouldn't walk in on us.

I knew something was going to happen that day. I was giddy about the end of high school approaching. And the spring weather seemed to make me even hornier.

I went to school that day in a sleeveless black blouse with a big pussy bow at the neck. My skirt was a tacky, tight leopard print number. I had on black heels and red framed glasses and my auburn hair was up with a number of pins. Since I started dressing myself I've been into the vintage Mad Men type look and almost everything I own comes from used clothing stores and yard sales. I've been called a hipster a thousand times and I suppose I can't argue with that.

Luke was dressed in his standard outfit—a t-shirt and jeans. From the minute we kissed things got hot and heavy that day. We sat on a bed in Freddie's spare bedroom. Luke kissed my neck and started opening my blouse. I ran my hands over his fit, muscular torso.

I was wearing a brand new leopard print bra. Just seeing it drove Luke wild. He laid on his back and pulled me on top of him. His hands grabbed and squeezed my ass. He kissed the top of my big tits.

I could feel his cock through his jeans. It seemed to be throbbing. I started rubbing him through his pants. I felt his hand slide up my thigh and under my skirt. He started caressing my moist panties.

"Touch me," I whispered.

He pressed harder on my mound.

"No. Touch me for real," I whispered.

It took a moment to register. When it did, Luke tentatively pushed the gusset of my panties aside. For the first time he grazed his fingers against my bare pussy. Electric bolts shot through my body.

"Go inside," I pleaded.

He paused again. Then slowly push a finger in me. I gasped and struggled to catch my breath. He rubbed me from the inside. I moaned softly in his ear.

"I want to touch you," I said.

I rolled off Luke. He got on his side and kept delicately fingering me. My body was starting to tremble. I knew if he kept going I'd have my first orgasm in his presence.

"Use another finger," I prodded.

He stuck another finger inside me. I pushed my hips downward, forcing him in farther. He got excited and started gently finger fucking me. I arched my back and moaned softly. I could feel the moment building up.

Luke hungrily kissed my neck and cleavage. I wanted his tongue on my clit, but I knew it wasn't time for that yet. Instead I let him keep fingering me. I moved in motion with his hand. I moaned his name. And I came with Luke's fingers inside me.

I quickly went for his jeans. I pulled down the fly and fished his big cock out of his pants. It was gorgeous. Long and hard and beautiful. I wanted to kiss it. But Luke was still in shock about me just touching it. And so I started stroking him.

He wasn't very good at keeping quiet. I was scared his grandmother would hear and interrupt us, so I jerked him faster. Luke started panting and moaning. He was so big that I could put both of my small hands on his shaft. I resisted the urge to start licking the tip. I pulled with slow, even strokes. His face seemed frozen in an expression of confusion.

And then she blew.

His cum shot onto my hand and forearms. I kept tugging until the last blast. Then I slipped to the bathroom to clean up and straighten my clothes.

I came back and found Luke all zipped up in the bedroom. I put an arm around him and kissed his cheek.

"I think we should have sex soon," I said. "At the lake this summer."

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Every summer my family rented a lake house. They loved Luke and my idea was to have him come with us for a while and find an opportunity to take his virginity.

Things played out slightly differently. Because he'd earned a scholarship to college his grandmother had offered to take him anywhere. I'm sure she expected Hawaii or Cancun. Instead he talked her and his parents into renting a lake house not far from my family. It wouldn't be the same as us sleeping under the same roof, but in the end I knew we'd still have plenty of opportunity to have sex.

A week after school ended we were all at the lake. Luke's mother and step-father seemed to get that he just wanted to spend time with me. My family also understood. Everyone went their own way except Grandma Freddie, who seemed to be expecting a bonding experience with Luke. She was the only one not coupled up and I think she expected more family time instead of everyone slipping off on their own.

Still, he was able to tactfully blow her off. And on the second day we hatched a plan to be alone together. He told his family he was coming over to our place and then waited for everyone to leave. His folks went off boating with some new friends and Freddie left the house carrying a lawn chair and cooler with the apparent intention of getting some sun.

He called to give me the all clear and I slipped over to his house. I was dressed like a 1960s housewife in a white sleeveless button down, sandals, and a deep blue skirt with a white pattern. My red hair was pulled up in a pony tail and tied with a deep blue bow and I had on big Audrey Hepburn sunglasses with a white frame. I put on a white cotton bra that did nothing to support my large breasts and virginal white cotton panties. I planned to take things nice and slow over the next couple of weeks and didn't want Luke to get too excited by sexy under-things.

It was funny how innocent he tried to act. He greeted me with a kiss and suggested we watch a movie. We both knew we'd be fooling around in minutes, but he was attempting to come off as a gentleman.

I don't remember who initiated the contact, but within minutes we were kissing and touching one another.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he said. "So nobody walks in on us.

He started leading me to the room he was using, but I pulled him toward the master bedroom.

"Let's be naughty," I said with a wink.

We left the door open so we could hear if someone was coming in from outside. We were slow and tender with one another. Luke put a hand on my knee and rubbed my smooth, pale skin. By the time he got to my panties they were already damp.

I moaned as he pushed them aside and slipped a finger in.

I pushed his hand away and started kissing his neck. He moved his mouth to my lips and his tongue slipped in.

"Open your blouse," he whispered.

"Not now," I said playfully.

"Just a little," he pleaded. "It turns me on. I like to look at them."

"I like you turned on," I responded.

I opened the top three buttons on my blouse. My creamy, freckled cleavage was spilling out of my white bra.

He kissed the top of my tits. Then went back to my neck. I felt his hand moving up my thigh again. He pushed a finger back inside me and I moaned with delight. I felt his thumb graze my clit.

"Finger me," I whispered.

"I want to fuck you," he responded.

I told him I wasn't ready. Even though I was dying to have his cock inside me.

He was visibly disappointed but quickly regrouped. He started fucking me with one finger. He added a second when I started squealing. He started fucking me harder than he had the week before. He got bold and reached for my tit and gave it a firm squeeze. I was losing control.

"Oh, Luke. Don't stop."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

"That's hot," he said. "I like it when you're loud, Bree."

"What if someone comes home?" I asked between groans.

"They won't. My parents are out all day. And my grandmother is probably off somewhere with a book."

He finger-fucked me rapidly. A loud cry slipped from my lips.

"Oh, YES! Make me cum, Luke."

I couldn't believe I'd let that slip out, but I didn't want him to stop.

He fingered me harder. His hand pounded my pussy. My tits bounced in my flimsy bra.

I threw my arms around him. He buried his face in my tits as I came. I could hear my voice echoing through the house.

"Now do me," he said impatiently.

He stood up and dropped his swim trunks. His dick was huge and hard.

Again he suggested we go all the way, but I just shook my head. He tried to talk me into it. He was almost begging. Perhaps more than anything that's what stopped me from fucking him at that moment. It seemed a little too desperate and childish.

Instead I took his big cock in both hands and told him it was that or nothing.

"Just do it," he pouted.

"You know you like it," I teased.

He could only nod.

"Just do it," he said again.

I'd brought my handbag into the bedroom. I dug in and found a bottle of lotion. Luke's eyes got big with excitement. I squeezed the cool liquid on his hard cock. He gasped. Then I started rubbing it in.

My eyes went back and forth from his hot dick to his contorted face. It was sexy as hell to see the pleasure in his eyes.

I teased his dick. I stroked him slowly. I held one lotion covered hand in a loose fist and let him drive his cock into it. Almost immediately he started shaking.

"It feels so good!" he panted.

I gripped the head and started jerking him off. My titties bounced with each up and down motion. He stared at them and licked his lips like a ravenous dog.

Luke started groaning loudly and his body quivered. And then hot gobs of cum started shooting into the air. It was if I'd struck oil. I kept pumping him while he groaned and grunted and shot his entire load.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I straightened up in the bathroom and found Luke waiting for me in front of the television. Almost immediately I heard a shower running somewhere in the house and started to freak out.

"Your grandmother is here," I said.

He agreed, but calmed me down when I started fretting about her seeing us and telling my parents.

"She didn't see us," he insisted. "If she had, we'd both know."

He seemed confident and it calmed me down a little. He turned on a movie and seemed completely absorbed, but I was still worried. He started trying to touch me again, but I kept my distance. It was fun to fool around, but getting caught wasn't worth the risk. I couldn't even imagine my mother's reaction.

The rest of the day was uneventful and I allowed myself to relax. I could tell Luke's grandmother was still a little hurt that they'd barely spent any time together, so instead of going back to my place we decided it would be best to hang out with his family for dinner and game night.

Luke's parents decided that we should have wine with dinner to celebrate finishing school. There was no way I could go home wreaking of booze, so it was decided that I could stay over. Luke quickly suggested we share his room. I have no idea what caused him to think his parents might go for that. They instead suggest I share a bed with Freddie—something neither of us seemed comfortable with. In the end we worked it out with me sleeping in Luke's room and Luke sharing a room with his grandmother.

It was a fun evening. We grilled out. We all played games. And then we watched a movie together. Luke's grandmother and his parents eventually slipped off to bed.

We turned off the lights and sat on the couch watching TV. I was a little tipsy from the wine and feeling very relaxed. I could hear the faint, familiar sounds of squeaking bed springs. Either Luke's parents were very restless or they were having sex. The idea of them screwing nearby turned me on.

I ran my hand up Luke's thigh. His cock responded. I started rubbing him through his shorts. I laid back on the couch and Luke got on top of me. He rubbed my titty through my blouse. Then he flipped my skirt up and starting dry humping me through my panties.

"I wanna fuck you," he whispered.

I promised him it would happen soon.

He pushed my panties aside again and started rubbing my wet beaver.

Upstairs a creaking door opened and Luke quickly jumped off. I saw Freddie's curvy profile as she moved to the banister and called for Luke to come up. She obviously suspected we were up to something and again I worried that she had overheard us that afternoon.

We said goodnight and Luke went upstairs.

I went to the bedroom I was losing. My mom had packed a bag and dropped it by earlier for me. I fished out a pair of linen pajamas. I started to undress standing in front of a full-length mirror. I let my hair down and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I was still very turned on and enjoyed watching myself.

My hard nipples poked through the cheap cotton bra. I dropped the skirt and turned to look at my plump ass in the innocent white panties. I took off the bra and admired my large, firm tits. I played with my nipples. I shed my panties and ran my fingers through my red bush.

I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. I could see my spread pussy in the mirror. I ran my fingers over it. I massaged my clit. I put a finger inside my pussy and slowly fucked myself. As my excitement grew, I worked a second finger in. I brought myself off with a slow, quiet orgasm.

The first one wasn't enough. I laid back on the bed. I arched my back and started pounding my own cunt with two fingers. I kept my thumb pressed firm on my clit. My fingers went in and out of my wet hole with a sloppy sound. My breathing was rapid. Little moans slipped out. My entire body started to shudder and I came for a second time. It was intense and satisfying.

I drifted off to sleep with the door locked and my pajamas still folded on a chair. All night I thought I could hear bed spring creaking and it kept turning me on and causing me to toss and turn and touch myself. I thought that Luke's mom must be insatiable. And I couldn't blame her. I felt like I would have sex all the time, too, once we started.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

It was late when I was finally able to get to sleep. I'd lost touch of how many orgasms I'd had. I passed out from sheer exhaustion.

I woke in the morning to the sound of someone at the door. They twisted the handle but found it locked. I heard light knocking but didn't respond. I was still completely naked under the sheets. I got up after I heard footsteps shuffling off.

I assumed it was Luke. It was late enough that I assumed everyone else was out enjoying the sun and water.

My body was sticky with dried sweat. I could smell my own musk on my fingers. I needed a shower. And I wanted Luke to join me. I imagined us playing together naked. Perhaps we'd finally have sex. At the very least I'd encourage him to go down on me. And I'd consider returning the favor. I was eager to see just how much of that long cock I could get in my mouth.

I pulled a boring terry cloth robe from my overnight back. I didn't bother with putting anything else on. If someone else was still home I would be safely covered. If Luke and I were alone, it would be fun to open the robe and surprise him. I'd been with him long enough to recognize he was a breast man and I was sure his first glimpse at mine would drive him wild.

I left the bedroom and heard the shower running upstairs. Nobody was in the common area of the house and the master bedroom was empty. I assumed Luke must be taking a shower upstairs. Or maybe he was still sleeping in Freddie's room and she was showering.

I hoped for the former. And I hoped he hadn't locked the door.

I quietly climbed the steps. The handle wouldn't turn on the bedroom door, but it hadn't been shut firmly enough to latch. I pushed it open and approached the bathroom.

I immediately heard two voices inside. I recognized that it was Luke and Freddie. My first thought was that there must have been some issue with the shower or something that she'd called him in to fix. Luke was always helping her fix things around the house.

I approached the door and tried the handle. Surprisingly, it was locked. I was confused. I thought about knocking but wondered if it would seem strange. The talking continued.

"I want to fuck you like a dog," I heard Luke say clearly.

I couldn't make out Freddie's response.

My head started spinning. I wondered what the hell was going on. I must have misheard. I pressed my ear to the door to listen.

I heard soft moaning and Freddie mumble something.

"No," Luke said forcefully. "I want to fuck."

Freddie told him to relax. I felt like my jaw was resting on the floor. I was frozen. There was shuffling around and then I heard Luke's familiar sexual moaning. Followed by more banging around.

"You want this cock?" I heard Luke ask.

He sounded completely different. He was more self-assured than he'd ever been with me.

"You want my cock right here?" he demanded. "You want it in this pussy?"

I hear Freddie start to moan. It was soft at first. But it quickly got louder. I was full-throated. She was obviously in ecstasy.

"Yes, Luke!" she suddenly cried out. "Yes. Blast my pussy. Yes! Blast it just like that."

They were both grunting and moaning.

"You like that? You like the way I fuck your pussy?" Luke asked.

"I love your big cock," she blurted. "I love your big cock blasting me."

"I know you do!" he said. "I know you love this big cock!"

"Yes! Fuck me hard," Freddie moaned. "Blast my pussy! Fuck me like a man, Luke!"

I felt my eyes welling up like I might cry. I felt horrified. I felt confused. And, despite of everything I felt strangely aroused. And I hated myself for it.

"On the floor," Freddie cried out. "Finish me on the floor!"

Seconds later I heard her moaning. She was much closer now. It sounded like her head was at knee height just through the thin door.

They got louder and louder until it was obvious that Freddie was cumming. And Luke followed soon after. I couldn't believe it. Luke—my boyfriend—was in there fucking the woman he called his grandmother. She was at least 35 years older than us!

My temporary paralysis lifted. I rushed out of the room as quietly as I could. I hoped it would take a minute before they came downstairs. I suddenly didn't care about showering any more. I quickly pulled my swimsuit on my sticky body along with a skirt and a paisley retro hippie tunic. I wrote a hasty note telling Luke that I was sorry I missed him, but my parents had called and I needed to meet up with them so I would just call him later.

As I hurried to the back door I heard the two of them talking. He was obviously leaving the room now. I got out of the house just before he would have seen me.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I ran to a waterfront trail that led towards our house. I had no idea what to do. I paused once I was in the cover of the woods.

My first thought was to cry. My boyfriend was cheating on me! But the more dominant feeling was anger.

How could he do that? And with his grandmother! It seemed grotesque.

Of course, I knew Luke wasn't actually related to Freddie. She was his step-father's mom. Still, she'd known him since he was an infant. It was definitely bizarre.

I couldn't deny that she was an attractive woman. She was fit and curvy with flawless skin. She was attractive compared to most women—much less compared to other women in their fifties.

I also couldn't deny that Freddie and I bared more than a passing resemblance. She could pass for my mother. We had the same auburn hair and fair skin. We were both slender and busty, though Freddie was thicker and had a bigger ass and I'm built more like young Lindsay Lohan.

I always thought that was just a coincidence. Now I wondered if it was something more. I'd seen Luke checking out his granny's ass and tits in the past. I often caught him trying to sneak peeks at busty girls in public, too. Now I wondered if he was just checking out those girls—and dating me—because of some sick Oedipal attraction to Freddie.

My phone buzzed with a text from Luke. I told him my family really wanted to spend some time with me and I'd see him later. He sent back a few texts whining about how he thought we'd have the day together since I slept over. It took everything I had not to call him out right away.

I went home to an empty house and spent the day sulking alone. I knew I should just end things. My boyfriend had cheated on me! Nothing could excuse that. But I was in love with him. And I just didn't want to deal with the drama. The trip was supposed to be a celebration of summer and high school graduation.

I wanted to rewind the clock a few hours. I wished I had never gone upstairs and I was just in the dark. For all I knew, Luke had been cheating on me for months and I had existed blissfully in the dark. Why couldn't that have gone on for two more weeks?

I sat alone on the deck. At one point a fisherman walked by and casted his line in front of the house. He was middle-aged, but fit. He was attractive in a rugged way. I saw him sneak a peak in my direction.

"Want to come in and fuck me? Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want to cum on my tits?"

I imagined myself saying those things. I imagined how could it would feel to forget everything and just embrace wanton pleasure. I thought of Luke finding out about me fucking a complete stranger and how it would sting.

I walked up to the deck rail and took my top off. I was wearing a one piece swimsuit that barely contained my ample chest. I leaned over. I caught him looking again and I waved.

"Nice day," I said.

He smiled and nodded. He really was quite attractive for an older guy.

"It's a little hot," he answered. "I wish I'd thought to bring something to drink."

The opportunity was right there. I could invite him in for a glass of water. And then I could suck his cock on the kitchen floor. Maybe I could even snap a few pictures with my cell phone and send them to Luke.

But I couldn't go through with it. In the end I just wished him a nice day and went back inside.

When my parents got home that evening I told them I wasn't feeling well and was going to bed early. Luke sent me a couple of text messages and I told him the same thing.

It was another night of restless sleep. But this time it wasn't nearly as pleasurable. Again, I fell asleep very late and slept in the next morning.

When I woke up I had several messages from Luke. I told him I still wasn't feeling well.

My parents were already gone for the day. I decided to take a long shower. The hot water made me feel better. I decided I wouldn't spend another day sulking. Instead I got dressed and planned to head into the local village and get some brunch and go shopping.

When I stepped out onto the back deck I found my step-sister waiting for me.

"So what's really going on?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You and Luke had a fight, right? I know you're not really sick or you'd have that boy over hear making you soup," she responded.

I tried to maintain the ruse, but it was no use. Our parents had married when we were in junior high. Jen was more like a best friend than a sister. She could see right through me. I broke down and told her everything.

When I started crying she wrapped her arms around me.

Physically, we couldn't be less similar. I have fair skin, long auburn hair, and an hourglass figure. But Jen is tall and tan and athletic with high firm breasts and brown pixie-like hair. It felt good to have her strong arms wrapped around me.

She kissed my cheek.

"I keep telling you," she said, "relationships are just a waste of time, honey. Especially with boys."

Her comment made me laugh. It was something she said all the time. Jen had boyfriends from time to time, but the relationships never lasted long. Mostly she just had a handful of people she liked to hook up with when she was bored or horny. And most of those people were girls.

I kissed her on her chiseled cheek. She gave me another kiss on the cheek. And then a gentle peck on the lip. She paused and looked into my eyes. And then gave me a deeper kiss.

"Want me to make you feel better?" she asked. It wasn't the first time she had asked. And on more than one occasion I had accepted. Jen was respectful when I was in a relationship, but when I was between boyfriends we often found ourselves in bed or the shower together while our parents were away. Nobody suspected a thing. I'd never told Luke or anyone else. It was my big sexual secret. It's not that I was ashamed of it. I just didn't think people would understand. And I thought it might intimidate my inexperience boyfriend.

Of course, that was before I realized he was fucking his own step-relative.

I was wearing a bright blue skirt with a cream-colored sleeveless blouse with a bright blue collar and little sail boats on it that seemed both silly and beach appropriate.

Jen was wearing combat boots, a punkish green plaid school girl skirt, and a tight white undershirt. I could tell she had on her black halter bikini beneath it, even before she grabbed the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it over her head.

She reached over and started unbuttoning my blouse.

"Just tell me when to stop," she said with a grin.

She opened the top button. And then a second. She gazed down at my cleavage and lacy lavender bra.

"I love those big tits," she said.

"Stop," I said tentatively.

"OK," she responded. "But what about this?"

She reached behind her neck and untied the halter on her bikini. She wrinkled her nose at her exposed tan lines.

"I need to find a private place to get rid of these," she said.

"I think they're sexy," I responded.

"Then you should see my tits," she said.

She acted like she would pull the bikini down.

"Tell me to stop," she said again.

I didn't say a word.

The pulled the right cup down and exposed her perfectly shaped little breast. The tan line was a perfect triangle. I still didn't say anything. She pulled down the other cup. Then reached behind her back and unclasped the bikini band.

She took my right hand and brought it to her left breast. It was so much firmer than my own. I squeezed it. My thumb circled her nipple.

"Get a better look" she said. Her voice had gotten deep and husky.

"Like this?" I said.

I leaned to her breast. I pretended to study the tan line. And then I ran my tongue over her hard nipple.

Jen ran her fingers through my long hair. She moaned softly as I sucked her tit.

I lifted my lips to hers. We embraced and kissed one another. It felt good. And familiar. My tongue slid into her mouth.

I felt her hand on my thigh. She slide it up until she found my panties. Unlike Luke, she wasn't tentative at all. She pushed the gusset aside and found my clit.

I went back to sucking on her nipples as she slid a finger inside me. She fucked me nice and slow. She knew exactly how to get me off. I could feel my orgasm building.

"Oh my!" I heard someone say.

We both jumped.

Freddie was standing on the deck at the top of the stairs. Her mouth was wide open. She looked stunned.

Jen pulled away and grabbed her t-shirt. She pulled it on quickly, though I could still see her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.

"What are doing here?" I demanded.

Freddie stammered.

"I...I heard you were sick and I thought I'd drop by with some homemade soup and juice. I...I don't know what to say."

"Do you want me to stay?" Jen asked.

"No, you can go," I said.

She asked if I was sure and I assured her it would be better if she left. She grabbed her bikini top and headed to the stairs. She glared at Freddie as she passed.

"Whore," I heard her mutter under her breath.

"What was that?" Freddie said to me. "You have a boyfriend, Bree. What are you doing? What would Luke think! You'd crush him. Did she just call me a whore? I'm not the one half naked or getting fingered on a deck!"

"No," I said snidely. "You're the one in yelling ‘blast my pussy' on the bathroom floor."

It came out before I could stop myself. I hadn't even considered what I was saying.

Freddie froze.

"What?" she said.

"You heard me," I responded. "And I heard you."

"Bree," she stammered. "I think you might be confused about what you heard. There must be a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?" I almost shouted. "I'm not fucking stupid, Freddie. I know what I heard. And that was my boyfriend—the boy you practically raised—saying he wanted to ‘fuck you like a dog' and then you moaning like a whore while you had sex with someone who isn't even half your age! Someone who I thought was in an exclusive relationship with me!"

She didn't try to argue again. She just hung her head. Finally she suggested we go inside to talk about it.

"There is nothing I can say to justify it," she said when we were both inside. "It definitely wasn't planned. It just happened."

"How many times did it just happen?" I demanded. "How long have you two been fucking and snickering behind my back?"

"Nobody is snickering," she answered. "And it only started two nights ago. When we were sharing a bed. I promise there was nothing going on before that. Not even a hint of it. It really did just happen. Honestly, we were talking about you. And how insecure he was about sex. And he wanted to be good his first time with you. I know that's no excuse. It doesn't make it right. But that's what happened."

"So you were fucking the night I slept there?" I said. "And again the next morning? And when else?"

"That's it," Freddie responded. "He's been feeling down about you not being around. And I don't think anything would have happened again anyway. I don't think I would have allowed it even if he tried."

"I don't know," I said sarcastically. "Maybe you should give him a pity fuck. He certainly won't ever sleep with me now."

"Don't say that!" Freddie protested. "He loves you. It would crush him if you ended things. Blame me. Don't blame Luke."

"Because you forced him to do it?" I said. "I told you I'm not stupid. He's not an innocent victim. He cheated on me. With his GRANNY! You can tell him to go to hell. I don't even want to see him again. It's done."

Freddie moved over next to me on the couch. She tried to touch my shoulder and I pulled away. She turned angry.

"It doesn't look like you're so innocent either," she said. "That girl had her hand up your skirt. You were moaning. I heard you."

"That never happened when I was with Luke!" I said. "It's over now. So who cares?"

"He'll be crushed," she said again.

"Because I decided to move on and have my own fun?"

"Because he loves you," she responded. "It will hurt him to think of you with anyone else."

"Well, it hurt me, too," I said.

"I won't tell him what I saw," she said after a moment. "You can, but I won't."

"Then I guess I will," I said. "Maybe I'll tell him I fucked you, too. See how he feels about that."

She laughed sarcastically.

"That actually might go over better," she said. "I could probably rationalize that with him. Tell him it's no worse than what he did."

"That's fucked up," I responded.

Freddie shrugged.

"Yeah," she said. "But it's probably true."

"You're a horny old bitch," I said. "I think you just like the idea of it. It probably gets you off. Maybe even fulfills some lifelong fantasy of being with a girl."

"I've been with plenty of girls," Freddie responded. "It's been 30 years, but I'm sure that not much has changed. I don't have many unrealized fantasies. I was wild in the seventies. Wilder than you've ever even imagined."

"Oh, so now you want to teach me something, too, Freddie? Help me out like you did Luke?"

"No," she said. "Right now I just think you're a bit of a asshole and a child. It makes you ugly."

I laughed derisively.

She just nodded at my chest.

"Why don't you button your blouse, Bree. Your tits are hanging out."

I hadn't even realized that I'd forgotten to button up.

"What's a matter, Freddie? Does it make you jealous? Younger and firmer than yours?"

She shook her head.

"I'm not jealous. You're beautiful. But I'm ok with this body. You'd be lucky to have it at my age."

We both sat quietly fuming.

"What did he need help with?" I finally asked.

"It's not important," she responded.

"I want to know," I said. "I deserve that."

"Do you really want to know?" she asked. "It won't make you feel better."

I insisted.

"Tell me what happened," I said. "Tell me what you did."

"He was obviously restless when he came to bed. I pressed him and he confessed you were fooling around. He said he was touching your breasts. He didn't seem confident about knowing what he was doing."

"That's an understatement," I said.

"So he wanted to know what to do," she responded. "I showed him."

"What did you show him? How?"

"He touched me. And I told him what he was doing wrong."

"Show me," I said.

She gave me a puzzled look. I reached out my hand.

"Show me how he touched you," I said.

I have no idea what I was thinking. I think I just wanted to make her uncomfortable. Or I wanted to know what had happened. I wanted all the dirty details. I thought back to overhearing them the day before and how I had been oddly aroused. That feeling was returning.

Freddie was dressed in a navy summer dress with white polka dots and buttons down the front. It was low cut to show off her curves. Her hair was pushed back in a white headband. It looked like an outfit I would wear.

She took my hand and tentatively put it to her chest.

"Like that? Really?" I questioned disbelievingly.

Freddie took my hand and guided it until I was gently cupping her breast. It was larger and fuller than my own.

"And then?" I asked.

"And then I asked him what you do to him. If you touch him. And he told me you jack him off."

"And then?" I asked again.

"And then I got horny," she confessed. "It had been a long time. And I decided to started jerking his cock and asking him if that's the way you do it."

"Keep going," I said.

"I started talking about you. I asked him if you like touching his big cock. I started talking very dirty about the two of you and asking if he liked it. I knew it was wrong. I knew I'd gone beyond helping him. But I kept tugging him off. And thinking about you doing it."

I felt angry. And aroused. And confused. It was just like when I'd overheard them. My hand was still on Freddie's breast. I wanted to hear everything and knew it wasn't so I would feel better. I was getting off on the voyeuristic experience. I asked her to continue.

"And then we kissed. It was clumsy," she said.

I knew that to be true from experience.

"I slowed him down. Coached him to be more sensual."

Freddie's voice had dropped an octave. I realized I wasn't the only one getting turned on by the odd situation. My hand was still cupping her breast. I could tell her nipple had gotten hard. I rubbed it reflexively. I pictured Luke doing it. I pictured the two of them in bed kissing. And I put myself in his place.

"And then I told him to take off his clothes," she continued. "I told him to take off his clothes and then I sucked his cock. He said he'd never had a blow job. And I sucked him until he came in my mouth."

Freddie was breathing heavy. My own pulse was rising.

"Show me how you kissed him," I said.

"Are you kidding?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Are you cooking up some weird plan to get back at him? Do you think this is some kind of revenge? And that I'm going to help you?" she asked.

"You said he wouldn't mind," I said.

"I said that it would go over better than me telling him you had a secret girlfriend."

"Just shut up," I said.

I pressed my body to her. Our bosoms crushed together. I pushed my lips to Freddie's.

She didn't resist. I pictured them together again. And then inserted myself in the fantasy. I didn't even think it was strange that I was picturing myself in Luke's place instead of Freddie's.

Her tongue slid into my mouth. She kissed slow and sensually. It was nothing like Luke.

We kissed for several minutes. Freddie wrapped her arms around me. I felt her hands on my ass.

"It's been a long time since I kissed a woman," she said. "A very long time."

I asked what happened next.

"I told him it was wrong for him to be satisfied and not help his partner out. I told him you'd be disappointed if that happened. I told him he'd have to get you off to keep you happy. And I taught him how to eat a woman out."

"Do you think you know how to do that?" I asked. "It's been a long time."

"I have a pussy, Bree," she said.

"So do I," I responded. "You want to show me."

"This is really fucked up," she said. "She made a half-hearted move to get up, put I pushed her back down. I knew she wasn't trying hard. The woman did yoga everyday and she outweighed me by 15 pounds. I knew she could push me off if she really wanted."

"This is really fucked up," she said again.

"Is that what you told my boyfriend when you fucked him?" I asked. "Your grandson? Is that what you told him while you sucked his cock?"

She pushed me away angrily. I thought she was going to storm out. But then she turned and started pushing me onto my back.

"You're an arrogant little cunt," she snarled. "I can't believe I never saw that before."

"You're jealous and insecure and clueless," she continued.

I felt her hand sliding up my leg and under my skirt. She roughly pushed my panties aside and touched my pussy.

"I taught your boyfriend how to eat me out. And then I taught him to fuck a woman. And it happened because you've been stringing him along for months and were too scared to do it yourself. And now you're just mad at yourself for being so foolish."

She plunged two fingers inside me.

"And he's a machine. He fucked me harder than anyone in years with that monster cock."

Freddie started finger-fucking me. She wasn't gentle. She gave it to me hard and relentlessly. She kissed and bit my lower lip.

"This is how it felt," she said. "Except he's SO much bigger than my fingers."

My legs were quivering. I wanted to role her over and give as good as I was getting, but she was stronger than me.

"He blasted my pussy," she said. "He fucked me and came inside me. And then we fucked again the next morning on the bathroom floor."

I started whimpering. I was so close. I was scared she was going to stop and punish me. But she kept going.

"Oh, Freddie," I cried out. "Oh, fuck me good."

I came hard. For the first time in six months I came with something other than my own fingers inside me.

I almost started crying. The whole situation was so bizarre and fucked up and wrong. I didn't know what I was doing or what I was supposed to feel.

Freddie saw the emotion on my face and her personality instantly changed back. Suddenly she was the cool older woman again. She wrapped an arm around my neck.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I got carried away."

"Don't be sorry," I said. I felt tears welling up. "I feel so messed up right now. It felt good. Just make me feel good, please. That's all I want."

"Where's your bedroom?" she asked.

We moved to my bedroom. I shut and locked the door.

It suddenly became awkward. The two of us just paused. It really was just like looking into a mirror that somehow reflected the future. Freddie was a little heavier and obviously older. Our facial features were different. But we both had the same auburn hair, fair skin, and buxom build.

"How do you want to do this?" I asked.

Freddie started unbuttoning her dress. She slipped out of it. She had on a silky pale blue slip. I could see the strap of a silky blue bra beneath it.

She walked to me and pressed her lips to mine. At the same time she opened the remaining buttons on my blouse. I took it off as Freddie unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor.

She admired me in my lavender bra and panties.

"I've never been with a woman built like me," she said. "They all had smaller breasts."

"Neither have I," I said.

I reached for Freddie and pulled her to me. Her nylon slip felt good against my bare stomach. I rubbed her ass and started kissing her. Again, our tongues met. My hands roamed up and around until I found her big titties.

She pushed the straps of her slip off her shoulders and it fell to the ground.

"I want to see them," I said.

She pushed down her bra straps and I pulled the cups down. Her lovely large breasts fell out. They were less perky than my own, but larger. Her nipples were small and pink and hard. I eagerly took one between my lips.

"Show me yours," she said.

I unclasped my bra and let them spring free. Freddie fondled them as I continued sucking on her nipples like a hungry baby. My hands found her plump ass again and I quickly pushed her panties down.

She had a thick, unshaved bush. It was auburn, just like my own. Freddie pushed my panties down and I stepped out of them. She rubbed my sticky thighs and found my pussy again. She massaged it from the outside.

I started pushing her to my bed. I shoved her down and got on top of her. My fingers found her tight cunt and I slipped two inside. I kept my thumb circling her clit.

Freddie moaned and squirmed as I fucked her pussy. Her own fingers slipped inside my twat. She kissed and licked my big titties.

"Yes!" Freddie moaned. "Yes. Blast my pussy. HARDER! Blast my pussy!"

I fucked her harder. At the same time she slowly slid in and out of me. The room filled with the sound of our moans. Our voices kept rising and getting louder.

"Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Freddie cried out.

Her fingers stopped moving inside me as she shuddered from an orgasm. When it was over she rolled me onto my back and took control again. She fingered me to the brink of orgasm. I moaned out her name and pleaded with her to keep going. She paused just a second to tease me. And then slammed her fingers in and out while I rubbed my own clit. My legs quivered as I came again.

"You want more?" I asked.

She nodded.

"You want me to eat that pussy?" I asked.

She nodded again.

Freddie spread her legs. I straddled her waist. I lifted my hips and shoved my cunt to her lips. And then I buried my face in hers. We both licked and teased one another. I plunged my fingers in and out of her moist hole.

Freddie ran her tongue up and down my slit. It gave me chill bumps all over my body. She found my clit and gently circled it. She sucked it into her mouth. And then she pushed two fingers inside me.

I gasped with delight and kept licking her slit. I attacked her clitoris. I wanted her to cum hard.

"Do you like this?" I asked.

"Yes," she groaned.

"Do you like this better than Luke's big cock?"

She hesitated for just a second.

"Yes," she finally blurted out.

I dove back into her muff. I pushed my pussy hard into her lips. She started shaking and moaning again.

"Like my pussy. Lick my pussy. Make me cum!" she begged.

She started shaking again. And this time her orgasm was even louder. She kept finger-banging me as she climaxed. And then she pushed her thumb into my ass. I collapsed on top of her and started cumming.

When it was over we laid between the sheets kissing one another.

"That was amazing," she said. "I didn't ever think I'd do that again."

"I never thought I'd do it with you," I responded. "Though I've spent plenty of time admiring your body."

We were both quiet for a minute.

"I'll talk to Luke today," I said.

"Really?" Freddie asked.

I agreed to do it with one stipulation.

"I want you to make me cum one more time," I said.

"Well, if I must, I must," Freddie said with a wink.

And then I spread my legs and let her down on me again.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Later that afternoon I invited Luke over by text message. Freddie was gone and Jen was back. I told Jen everything. She was as shocked as I'd ever seen her. But she didn't judge. She only double-checked to make sure it's what I really wanted.

He came over later dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt. I'd changed into a denim skirt, an untucked white sleeveless button-down, and a brown string bikini that was way too tiny for a girl of my proportions. If my mother saw me in it, she likely would have burned it and grounded me for a month. I'd bought it secretly hoping to surprise Luke.

Luke didn't know a thing about what had happened between me and Freddie. She'd promised not to tell him a thing. I took his hand and suggested we go for a walk. Jen sat on the deck and watched us walk away. I suspected she still disapproved.

He walked along a lakefront trail. We talked and flirted. He was happy I was feeling better. He had no idea I'd feigned illness.

We came to rough side trail that headed down to the shore. I led Luke down it and we found a secluded little cove with a small beach. The sun was setting over the water. It was beautiful. I suggested a swim.

Luke took off his t-shirt. I stared at his rock hard chest and chiseled abs. I unzipped my skirt and shimmied out of it. My biking bottom was a small piece of fabric tied together with strings at the hips. Luke's mouth got wide looking at my bare thighs. It was far more skin than I'd ever shown him.

"You like it?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Then you'll love this," I said.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. It fell open and exposed my big tits. The tiny brown triangles of fabric covered my nipples—and not much else. I could see Luke's cock getting hard in his shorts.

I took his hand and waded into the lake. We got out far enough to swim. I dipped my head and the lake and smoothed back my wet hair. He was tall enough to stand, but it was too deep to me. I doggie-paddled to Luke and pressed my body against his. I looked up and kissed him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and threw my arms over his neck.

Luke's hands went to my tits as I slid my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his hard on rubbing against me. I glanced down at his hands.

"Do you want to see them?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Go ahead," I said with another kiss.

"What in the world has gotten into you?" he asked. "You should be sick more often."

I placed a finger to his lips to shush him.

"Don't change my mind," I said.

His hands were shaking as he pulled down the cups on my bikini. He lunged forward and sucked a whole nipple into his mouth.

"Take me to the shore," I said.

He started walking. When the water was knee deep I unwrapped my legs and stood neck to him. My titties were still hanging out. I untied the biking top and tossed it on the shore.

"Take off your trunks," I commanded.

He didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants and then threw them on the beach. His erection stood out in front of him. I went to my knees and took it in my hand.

"You're big dick is so beautiful," I told him.

I slowly started jerking him off. His eyes were glued on my bouncing titties.

"Do you want me to suck it?" I asked.

He nodded.

I leaned forward and took his swollen head between my lips. I kept my hand around the base and tugged him while I sucked. My tongue swirled around the tip. Luke groaned loudly.

I bobbed my head up and down. He groaned louder. I swirled my tongue again. I knew he was close. I pulled my head away.

"Don't stop," he almost whined.

I moved closer and pulled his cock between my tits. I pressed them tight around his dick. I rubbed my wet titties up and down his big pole. Luke groaned with delight. His glistening dick slid easily between them. Luke put a hand on my head. He tossed his own head back and closed his eyes.

I leaned forward and took him in my mouth again. I sucked hard and flicked my tongue over the tip. I pushed my tits back around his rod and started moving them quickly. They bounced up and down his shaft. Luke groaned loudly. I knew he was about to spurt. I sped up.

"Cum for me, baby," I said. "Come on my titties."

Luke groaned and grunted. He blew a massive load onto my waiting tits. It drizzled down my curvy orbs. I leaned back into the lake and let the water wash his jizz away. He stood stunned and smiling.

"Do you want me to do something for you now?" he asked hopefully.

Apparently he'd learned from Freddie.

"You read my mind," I said.

I got up and went to the edge of the lake. I laid down on the beach. My feet still dangled in the water. I wagged a finger for him to come over.

When he was close I grabbed the bows on my hips and pulled them both. I folded the little piece of fabric back down between my thighs. Luke gazed with lust at my furry pussy.

He eagerly went to work on my beaver. He ate pussy just like Freddie. He licked me up and down slowly. He found my clit and started to circle it. He put a finger inside me and started fucking me. I arched my back and moaned loudly. My voice echoed out over the lake. I lifted my legs and clamped my thighs around his head. I pushed him deeper into my pussy with my hand.

"Don't stop," I said. "Eat my pussy, baby."

His fingers went faster. He teased and toyed with my clit. My body was tingling and my legs were shaking.

"Eat my pussy, baby," I said again. "Eat my pussy and then fuck me. Fuck me right here."

He went faster. I twisted my own nipples and cried out. I started cumming.

Luke pulled back.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked.

"No," I said.

"You want me to do it more?" he asked.

"I want you inside me," I said plainly.

He got on top of me. His bare torso felt good against my body. I threw my legs over his arms.

"Hold them up," I said.

He wasn't delicate at all. He lined his big cock up and then drove it in me forcefully. I gasped loudly. It felt amazing. It had been a long time since I'd been fucked. And never by someone so big. He filled me up.

"Don't go slow," I told him. "Give it to me."

Luke drove his cock into me hard. He was awkward at first, but quickly found a rhythm. He pumped his cock in and out of my hot gash. I started calling his name and came right away. It only made Luke fuck me harder.

The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the small clearing. His big bone felt like it would rip me apart.

"Roll me over," I commanded. "Fuck me like a dog."

He pulled out and I got on my hands and knees. Seconds later he was back inside me. He pulled my hair and fucked me like an animal. My tits swung wildly. I rubbed my own clit as he split me open again and again.

"Fuck me, baby," I said. "Blast my pussy."

He didn't recognize or hesitate when I used Freddie's line. He just fucked me harder. I started cumming again. I called out his name and kept telling him to blast me.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

"Not inside me," I said.

He gave a few final thrusts and pulled out. I felt his cock land on my ass cheek. And then he spurted. His jizz coated my soft cheeks.

I waded back into the lake and wash up. Luke followed me. We both stood there naked in public and kissed. And then I leaned back and started a backstroke out to deeper water.

"What got into you?" he asked again.

"I miss you," I said with a shrug.

I didn't feel like explaining anything else and ruining the moment.