STORY 6 

Hunting Desire

For the past six years, ever since I’ve been certified to hunt, Tom and I would drive up to the cabin on the day after Thanksgiving and stay on until the following Tuesday. Sometimes we’d get ourselves a deer, sometimes we wouldn’t but that weren’t hardly the point. As much as we both liked hunting, I think it was mostly just time for us to be together as brothers that was important. When Tom told me that his new wife Kate was coming along this year, it set me back a bit. Our cabin ain’t exactly what you’d call spacious or even close to modern. It’s just a ramshackle thing thrown together on a patch of woods.  It wasn’t really built with womenfolk in mind. Heck, it didn’t even have indoor plumbing. We had to haul water in and haul ourselves out to the outhouse for relief. I figured a city girl would head back home after the first night, if not before. Looking back, I’m sure glad she didn’t.

We got up to the cabin at about one in the afternoon. I set up my stuff in the small storage room Tom and I built a few years ago. Well, actually we just put up a frame and nailed some mismatched boards on it just so we’d have a place to put our stuff without cluttering up the main room. This trip we’d just have to live with the clutter. It just didn’t feel right to sleep in the same room with Kate.  Brought me some extra blankets knowing that I was sacrificing the warmth of the fire. Fortunately you can get some mild stretches of weather in the Carolinas in late November and we were in one but, better safe than sorry.

Kate made us a supper that night that beat anything Tom or I would have whipped up on our own. The good eating took a little edge of my grudge and sitting round the fireplace knocking down a bit of whisky whittled it down a bit more. Had to admit, for a pretty and somewhat frail looking thing, Kate wasn’t prissy. Her styled light brown hair and short, slim body setting nice in her fancy name tight jeans and college sweatshirt could fool you into thinking she’d be drinking fruity drinks and such. But she knocked down bourbon like a trooper and was actually kind of fun to be with. She certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes. That pretty hair framed a cute thin face, her green eyes were big and hypnotic. Her titties were on the small side but had a perky tilt to them. Oh, and the way her little pear-shaped butt looked in them tight jeans made me envy Tom. The motion of her butt cheeks seemed to say there was magic between her legs.

We called it a night early. Tom and I wanted to hit the woods before dawn. I wandered off to my tiny space as they began setting up some bedding in front of the fire. I stripped down to my briefs and tee shirt and lay down on top of my sleeping bag. I pulled one of my blankets over me and just stared up at the ceiling. The light from the main room poured through the cracks in the wall and made crazy patterns in the room. Visions of Kate’s naked body kept wandering through my thoughts, even though I knew it wasn’t right to be lusting after my sister-in-law.

I was just thinking about jerking off when I heard Kate moan. In my sexually agitated state, the sound cut through my fog like a knife. I quietly got up and moved toward the wall. I could see plenty of the main room from where I was standing and immediately I got to see plenty.

Tom was stark naked and lying halfway on top of Kate’s naked body, kissing her deep and wet. He was rubbing his hand on Kate’s pussy, sliding his hand over the sparse light brown hair surrounding her puffy cunt and running a few fingers along her open slit. She was moving her hips, pushing that friendly looking pussy even closer to my brother’s exploring hand. I pulled my hard dick out of my briefs and began giving it the attention it had been demanding. When Tom rolled over on his side, I noticed that Kate had been jerking his cock while he was fingering her pussy. The light from the fireplace played upon their naked bodies, as they lay side-by-side, rubbing and jerking. Kate’s cute tits looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her hard nipples were like dark pink cherries. The muscles in her shapely butt were clenching as Tom moved his fingers inside her. They were trying to be quiet but they kept making little moans and groans as their arousal grew. Jerking my cock, imagining Kate’s hand wrapped around the shaft, I too was trying hard to be quiet though I didn’t have to try at all at being hard. Kate’s naked body writhing on Tom’s hand was turning my dick to steel.

When Tom rolled over on to his back and Kate moved over him, I thought she was going to suck his dick. I guess she figured the hand job had worked him up plenty or maybe she just couldn’t wait anymore. She straddled Tom’s crotch and grabbed on to his erection. Her beautiful butt cheeks were spread and I had an excellent view of her pussy as she moved her body down and inserted Tom’s hardness into her wet warmth. Though she had her back to me, I could tell she was rubbing her breasts while she moved up and down on Tom’s cock. Tom had a two handed grasp on her firm ass, not really guiding her so much as caressing that silky skin while Kate fucked him with increasing intensity. Tom’s balls were jiggling from the force of her downward thrusts. She rode him almost straight up for a few minutes, rubbing her tits and sometimes groaning softly.

When she bent down and kissed Tom he moved his hands off that sweet butt and wrapped his arms around her smoothly muscled back. Her ovary dimples were bouncing up and down. They were fucking in fast, short strokes. Kate’s hands were now on the floor by Tom’s head, her tasty little tits almost in his face as she ground her pussy into his pelvis, digging his cock deeper inside her and squeezing it with the muscles of her cunt. Tom’s light groans were now merging with the sound of Kate’s soft ragged moans. Her almost prone naked body writhed in ecstasy, her tight butt rocking up and down so quickly it was almost vibrating. She began urging Tom on in whispers, as her own orgasm seemed to be building inside her.

“Ohhh...I’m gonna cum.cum with me...shoot your hot load inside me...ohhh.... uhhh...fuuuck...fuck me, baby...ohhh gawd...I’m...I.... ohhhh”

Her prompting pushed Tom into motion, pushing up hard at her rapid down strokes, fucking her back as hard as she was fucking him. My hips were rocking and my heart pounding hard. I was about to cum hard. The sound of their naked bodies slapping together was pushing me over the edge. Kate’s ass and leg muscles stood out in knots when her body stiffened in orgasm. Her nude body was still being slammed by Tom’s rapid thrusts as I shot wads of cum into my balled up briefs. My knees were still shaking when I heard Tom groan with orgasmic release.

I took one last look at Kate’s sexy little naked body. She was collapsed on Tom and panting. I moved back to my sleeping bag thinking that maybe we were starting a new November tradition.

THE END

STORY 7

Proving It

I was proud of my restaurant, we weren’t the biggest in New Orleans , and we weren’t the most famous, not by a long shot, but we were working our way toward being the best. Some people had even got around to noticing us. Some good local press and a few real positive reviews were bringing in the crowds. Life was looking good.

That night, though, I was a bit nervous. Jolie and Maria were scheduled to close and they had staring daggers at each other all night. It appeared they both had the hots for the new bartender, Carlos. They were usually among most my most reliable staff members. Jolie was a petite Cajun girl with wavy brown hair and a dazzling smile. She managed the waitresses and often Maria, our bar manager, had long dark hair that trailed down over her slim shoulders. Her body build was a lot like Jolie’s, short, slender, cute tits, and nice tight butt. They were both in their early thirties, you’d think by now they’d have more sense than to tangle over a man. But, those looks were giving me worries.

I told Jolie I’d cover closing for her and she told me she had some scheduling changes to make and really needed to be here.

When I spoke to Maria about covering for her, she said she really needed to stay to go over some orders.

Those answers made me even more nervous.

What I finally decided to do was use my office. My office is a high tech wonderland. I’ve got hidden cameras all over the restaurant.

I said my goodnights and circled through the back room to my office. The staff was used to seeing the glow of the monitors under my door, I never turned them off. I sat back watching the monitors as the final customers left and the staff finished cleaning up. Finally there was just Maria and Jolie left in the building. At first, things were looking good. Both were in their separate spaces, working on paperwork. I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Maria started over to the table Jolie was working at. I’d already plugged in the headphones, all I had to do was select that microphone.

“You ready to do this?” Maria asked with her hands on her hips.

Jolie looked up and returned the glare. “More ready than you’ll ever be.”

I prepared to barge out my door when they gave me a surprise. They headed for the linen room and each grabbed an armful of tablecloths.

I sat back down and watched them spread out the tablecloths on the banquet table in the back room. When they finished this task they both began undressing. I was baffled but excited.

They stood facing each other completely naked. Jolie’s cute little tits still had an upward tilt, on the camera it looked like she had no aureole around her light brown nipples. Maria’s aureole were dark brown, her tits were a bit bigger and hung a bit lower. They both had flat bellies and firm round little butts but the most stunning thing they had in common was that they both had shaved pussies.

“You know the rules?” Jolie asked

“No hair pulling, no punching or slapping, no clawing. Pussy to pussy until the loser cums or gives up. Loser eats cunt. Winner gets a free hand with Carlos” Maria replied.

“ You got it babe, we sexfight until you cum or give up and I get a free hand with Carlos.”

“No way your pussy can beat mine, bitch!” Maria growled

“Prove it!” Jolie growled back.

They climbed up on the table and lay there on their sides. Spreading their legs they moved towards each other until their naked pussies were in contact. Maria began rubbing her cunt up against Jolie’s cunt. Jolie was rubbing up against Maria. My hand was rubbing up against my hard cock. I set the boy free and began stroking as the girls slid their pussies together with more and more force. It looked like they had each managed to open the other’s cunt lips and they were rubbing slit to slit as their cunt lips kissed. They were rolling their hips to bring their pussy up against the other’s swollen clit. I could hear groans of exertion and pleasure through my headset. Their tiny bodies were straining hard to gain the sexual upper hand. They each were rubbing hands all over her opponent’s body, trying to excite her more. Breasts and asses seemed to be the favored caressing zones in this strange but stimulating battle.

They now had their legs wrapped around each other, there was going to be no escape from the pussy pressure each was applying. They were grinding their wet cunts together, their thin backs looked like dangerous snakes twisting and turning, each trying to bring the other off. Between the groans and heavy breathing I could hear occasional soft moaning and the light slurping sound of two wet pussies grinding together. I was getting so worked up that I had to slow down my cock pumping. I didn’t want to cum before they finished. I now really wanted to see who was going to win. They were each moaning, pressing harder and deeper, both of their faces red and strained, both beginning to look a little desperate, a little closer to the orgasm that would mean defeat.

All of a sudden, the battle took a new turn. The grinding became pumping. Limited by being locked between her rival’s strong legs, each still began banging her cunt up against the other’s sensitive pussy. Orgasm or surrender had been the terms, it looked like each was afraid of cumming first and was now trying to force a surrender. In the mutual leg lock neither could get much leverage. What was meant to be a pussy pounding was becoming a mutual fucking, their cunts thrusting together, rubbing, separating and thrusting together again. From the sound of their moans and groans, it appeared that it was causing each more pleasure than pain. Their breaths were coming out in gasps, either total exhaustion or the dreaded orgasm seemed likely for each of the tiny gladiators. They began cunt fighting as if they knew this was the final push, that defeat or victory was just a few moments away but still very much in the balance. The sound of gasped threats, panting, groaning and pussies slapping together blended in my headset.

“You’re gonna cum...cum in my pussy”

“Fuck, you fucker...eat me, you’re gonna...suck”

Their hips were now pistons, their cunts slapping frantically together until Maria’s legs squeezed even tighter around Jolie and her muscular back arched.

I could hear Marie moan in both pleasure and despair as Jolie’s well-timed thrusts pushed her over the edge. The orgasm ripped through her sweat-drenched body. Her legs loosened from around Jolie and the Cajun rolled Maria flat on her back, still grinding her pussy into her exhausted, beaten rival.

“Say it!” Jolie growled in a husky voice.

Maria was flat on her back, shaking her head. I thought I heard her crying.

“Say it,” Jolie commanded “or I’m gonna break your miserable cunt.”

Freed from Maria’s legs, Jolie’s strong ass muscles clenched and unclenched as she began pounding Maria’s pussy with her own.

Maria was crying as she said, “I give up. Stop it, please, stop it.”

Jolie moved over until her cunt was in Maria’s face. She gently held Maria by her long hair as she ground her pussy against Maria’s tongue. My cum spurted all over the office as I watched Jolie’s cute ass shaking with her own powerful orgasm.

As Jolie began getting dressed, the still naked Maria began hauling the tablecloths over to the laundry basket. I quickly snuck out of my office and headed for home. I knew I’d never forget catching that incredible sexfight, I just hoped they would each be able to walk when they woke up.

THEN END

STORY 8

Richie On The Roof

Dear Thom-Ass,

Face it Tom, you just gotta love your name! A little payback for introducing me to that new girl, Linda last year. Charming move, my boy. I remember it well, I’m reaching out my hand and my very best bud, Sir Thom-Ass speaketh so,

“Linda, you’ve undoubtedly heard of Little John of Robin Hood fame. I’d like to introduce you to Little Dick.”

Would have been a smooth move, if you hadn’t started laughing so hard that snot starting run out of your nose. Man, I just never forget that look of disgust on her face as she walked. Of course, I’ll also never forget that cute butt in the tight jeans strutting away from us. An ass to die for, I tell you.

Here I am in hot and humid North Carolina. I won’t be going to college until next year. Planning to apply to State, UNC and East Carolina. It’s cheaper if you’re a resident and I guess that takes a year.

Can’t believe you got to watch a couple screwing in the old cave. Shit, I remember we’d sometimes find used rubbers, but, man, to actually stumble across one being used. You’re a lucky son of a bitch, that’s all I can say. Sounds like the girl was hot! Man, I wish I’d been there to catch that action.

I did manage to luck out a bit on this side of the world.

Jeannie’s room in this house is several doors down. Man, I miss my old door. The good old days of spying on my sister are over. A glorious era hath come to an end, Sir Thom-Ass, but grieve thee not. A new era hath been born on the roof of my present domicile.

The air was sweet and warm. I escaped out my bedroom window and climbed a little up on the roof. I noticed a second floor light was on in the house next door so I crawled over to get a better look. The houses are kind of close together out here.  I had a good view of a bureau, a closet door with a full-length mirror and the edge of a bed. I would have liked to see the whole bed and skip the bureau and closet, but I wasn’t in charge of designing the room, sad but true.

I was still pissing and moaning to myself about the arrangement of the room when a woman walked up to the mirror. She was wearing a pink bra and panties set. Despite being in probably her late twenties, she had a fine body. Full hips, a ripe round butt poked against the bottom of her panties. I could see her shapely back and butt direct. Her face, nice rack, tight tummy were visible in the mirror. The best part was the prominent mound pushing up against her panties. When I first noticed it, I wasn’t sure whether she just had a hairy bush or a real push out mound. I soon found out it wasn’t a hairy bush.

She stood staring at her reflection for a moment and then cupped her breasts in each hand and lifted them up a bit. She turned to the side and grinned at her reflection. When she reached around to unhook her bra I could feel my crotch begin to tingle. I tell you, Tom, she dropped that bra to the floor, those boobies hanging there all pretty with pink circles round her nips, it was a sight to behold. She cupped her right one, lifted it up, looking it over and fondling it. Then she went and ran her thumb over the nipple, that was hot. When she lifted up the titty and licked the nip with her tongue, my nuts started roasting. She grabbed both her fine boobs and was rubbing them around, standing there staring at the mirror. She’s spread her sexy legs, I was watching panty clad butt spread when she leaned forward toward the mirror, still holding and rubbing her big tits.

I can’t even put into words how much I wanted to be stroking my cock! It was just my bad luck that the roof at our new place just wasn't designed for comfort. It’s so steep that I was leaned back with my feet dug in. Sir Richard The Great was banging up against my shorts looking like a tent pole but I knew if I started giving him the attention he wanted, even needed, I’d lose my grip and fall off the roof. Man, that’d be a great little time in the hospital, showing up with a broken hard-on and trying to explain that star gazing makes me horny!

She tested my resolve to it’s fullest when she stepped out of her panties. Her glorious round, sexy butt was revealed. The reflection showed that she shaved her pussy. I tell you, that woman had the biggest mound I’ve ever seen. It just stuck out there like it was proud to see the world. She had fat pussy lips around her sweet slit. I didn’t get to see it too well or too long because her right hand got in the way. She was staring into the mirror, stroking away at that fine cunt. Sir Richard was throbbing. She slid her fingers along her slit for a few minutes, her mouth a little bit open, her butt shaking and rocking with her hand. It was incredible and got even better when she cupped her great mound and slipped her two middle fingers inside her cunt. She leaned forward toward the mirror making her rotating butt stick out even more in my direction. It was now so close that I could she her puckered little asshole. Her legs were spread wide. I could see her fingers between her legs pumping in and out of her pussy real fast. She was bent over so much all I could see in the mirror was her hair and her tits but the view from behind was fine, thank you very much. Then as she was rocking and shaking really fast, her legs trembling, she did something that completely knocked me out. She reached behind her with her left hand and pressed a finger up against her asshole. No lie, she didn’t put in but just pressed it there, making little fucking motions as she pounded away at her pussy. When I saw her ass muscles clench and her fingers dive deep into her cunt as she squeezed them hard, I knew she was cumming. She rocked forward a few times and then slid to her knees.

I figured I’d better make my get-away before she recovered from her big O. I carefully moved down the roof and climbed back into my bedroom. Goes without saying I had a very important appointment with Sir Richard that didn't last too long. Man, I was so worked up; I shot my load after just a few strokes.

I’ve been up on the roof a few more times and just seen her changing once. I keep hoping that I’m going to get to see another mirror session or, better yet, she’ll rearrange the room so I can see the bed. Must have hope, old buddy, that’s what keeps us alive. Hang in there.

Sincerely, Your Noble Friend In Exile,

Richie

THE END

STORY 9

Star Performance

Some days I’d wake up and not even be sure what city I was in. That’s not so unusual when you tour with a rock and roll band, but as tour manager it was my job to know. It was my job to know lots of things, the hotels, the arenas, the caterers, the VIP list, the police department, and the security staff and, on unpleasant occasions, the people who could do us special favors. I usually knew what time the sound checks were at every place we played. But, as I learned, sometimes an occasional fuckup can be just what you needed.

I was buried in shit that morning. The hotel in Cleveland had cancelled our reservations because our lead guitarist had trashed his room the last time he stayed there. The Chicago caterer was having trouble finding the exotic fish our prima donna lead singer insisted she had to eat each Friday on her weird diet. To top it all off, I’d just found out that our drummer was getting hit with a paternity suit from some kid who allegedly fucked him last time we were in Buffalo. It was only a little after noon and my head was spinning. Maybe that’s why I thought we had a noon sound check today. I’d already decided to blow it off, if they needed me they’d call. They always did, day or night.

When we’d check into a hotel, I’d always get a key for each room. In this biz, you got to be able to raise the dead, the comatose, and the brain-fried. I won’t even go into the room trashings and other horror shows that keep me running all hours of the night. Let’s just say, I need a key to each tour member’s room so that I can get things fixed before they get out of hand. I shuffled through they key cards as I reviewed my to-do list. There was a fistful of promo material for our lead singer. I decided I’d start by dropping it off in her room. Little did I know how that decision was going to fuck up my schedule.

I was just about to drop the material on a table in her suite when I heard the moaning. My first reaction was panic. Why the hell wasn’t she at the sound check was she sick, severely hung over, or worse? I hurried toward her bedroom and then came to a screeching halt. Sound check in Buffalo was two. Cleveland was noon!  Then I saw the wall-to-wall mirror in her bedroom. I was staring at one of the most famous butts in show business and it was naked. The blonde owner of that incredible butt had her head buried between the legs of a redheaded woman; at least I prayed she was a woman. She had small tits with pink nipples. They were standing firm on her chest, her nipples were hard. Her face was contorted with lust. I couldn’t guess her age. Her knees were up, her feet planted on the bed. The long, shapely legs gave me hope that she was legal. A weird thought ran through my head, Tuesday’s diet must call for pussy. If so, our star was certainly enjoying the meal. Her famous pear shaped tush was rotating and grinding, her brown-fringed pussy peeked from between her ass cheeks. I wasn’t surprised by the color of her pubes. I’d known her since she was a brunette. I knew she was bi-sexual, I’d just never seen her eat pussy before. From the thrusting hips and passionate moans of the redhead, it seemed like she was doing a pretty good job.

I realized that if the redhead looked into the mirror she might see me but, at the moment, her eyes were closed and her head thrown back on the pillow. I decided to take the chance. Groupies who stumbled into the rock world quickly discovered our world worked on different rules. When her idol pulled out the double-headed dildo, her eyes were focused on about eighteen inches of cock shaped rubber. I did my best to blend into the furniture. This I had to see.

They sat facing each other on the big bed with their legs spread. I was now seeing them both in profile. My singer’s 36Ds made the redhead’s small tits look even smaller but her face gave me hope that she was over eighteen. Maybe not much over eighteen but close enough that weren’t going to be run out of town on a rail and chased by lawyers. With that worry off my mind, I could settle back and enjoy the sight of our star gently inserting one end of the dildo into a cunt that half the teenage boys in America had probably thought about while they were masturbating. The redhead slid the other end into her pussy and then slid forward to hug her new friend. The “blonde” also slid forward, driving the dildo a little deeper inside her and returning the hug. They kissed passionately while gently rocking the dildo between them. Their hands began exploring each other’s bodies, caressing tits, rubbing backs and asses, feeling each other’s smooth warm skin while the dildo worked it’s way deeper inside both of them and their hips began to grind and thrust. They held the kiss for several minutes. They were matching each other stroke for stroke, pushing each other with deeper thrusts. The slippery toy was obviously working it’s magic inside them, the room was filled with the sweet sound of heavy breathing women passionately groaning. They must have each taken the dildo deep because I could sometimes hear their bodies slap together.

I rubbed my hard cock through my tight jeans. They were bear hugging each other, their sweaty tits plastered together. Each had her head draped over the other’s shoulder. They were pounding their pubes together, sliding on the dildo buried deep inside their cunts, fucking hard and crying out to each other to fuck even harder. Their long, shapely well-muscled legs were thrashing on the bed, as their pelvises became pistons in a machine powered by hot female lust.  I heard the famous voice moaning and gasping as she cried out.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna, gotta, fuck, oh fuck...”

“Go for it,” the redhead panted, “I’m with you, fucking you, fuck me, Ohhh...”

Their combined cries of passion became groaning gibberish as they thrust their cunts together and pushed the dildo deep into their spastic pussies. Wave after wave seemed to hit them with orgasmic power. Their naked bodies were trembling with the force of the spasms inside them.

I backed toward the door and quietly let myself out. I figured I probably had enough time to masturbate, shower and change before the band headed off for the sound check. I didn’t need to hear them play. I’d already witnessed two star performances today.

THE END

STORY 10

A Quick Dip

It wasn’t just hot for October, it was hot, period. My first semester at the community college had been going well. I’d got in the habit of hitting the library to study between classes; sometimes I’d just hang out in the cafe with a few friends. This morning, though, I was uncomfortable.  The week before had been normal October cool and I guess some genius in maintenance had decided to shut down the air conditioning system. I nearly fell asleep twice in Economics. My sweaty white blouse was giving everyone a pretty good view of my pink bra. Fortunately I had a two-hour break between Economics and American History. I’d never make it through Mr. Broughton’s droning lecture if I didn’t do something to wake myself. A quick dip in the pool seemed like the perfect thing.

I knew my mother hadn’t had our pool shut down yet. She was at work by now.  I figured I had just enough time to grab the bus home, grab a quick dip, a change of clothes and get my sweaty little butt back to campus for some titillating words on the Treaty of Paris. Looking back, I was wrong on several counts.

The bus stopped several blocks from our house. With the heat and humidity, it felt like I’d walked several miles before I got to our driveway. When I saw the pool guy’s van parked out front and my mother’s car in the driveway I cursed. Of all the days to shut down the pool for the winter! I calmed down a bit when I realized she’d probably made this appointment weeks ago. She’d been pretty busy the past few years trying to raise my brother and me and work her real estate job. My dad, I guess, still managed to send her some money but it hadn’t been easy for her since he moved out. She was still kind of pretty, her redhair was natural and she kept herself in good shape. I’d inherited her red hair and sleek frame but I was starting to give up hope of ever matching her marvelous 36 Cs.

So, OK, a quick dip was probably out. I decided to settle for a cold shower and a change of clothes. Sometimes you have to settle. Sometimes you get unsettled. I didn’t realize how unsettled I was about to get.

I let myself into the house and headed for my bedroom without a word. I figured Mom was probably in the back with the pool guy. My bedroom window faced out back to the pool. I quickly peeked through the curtains and froze.

I’d expected to see my Mom in back with the pool guy. What I didn’t expect was to see them naked. Pablo was just a few years older than I was. His dark Latin body rippled with muscles as he stood behind my nude mother and nuzzled her neck. She was wiggling her naked butt against his crotch. Her large, firm breasts were shaking a bit with her motion. It looked like her pink nipples were standing tall. Though her legs were together, a patch of red pubic hair was peeking out below her belly button. I backed off from the window a bit.

At this time of day, I knew that my window would be reflecting the sunlit pool. I was invisible as long as I wasn’t pressed right against the glass. Personally, I don’t think either one of them were all that interested in my window. Pablo’s hands were now cupping my mother’s breasts, her body was arching forward and I could now see the red bush fringing her cunt. Watching Pablo’s butt muscles clenching as he arched forward against the pale skin of my Mom’s round butt I realized he had a full body tan. You could see the tan lines from Mom’s bikini but he didn’t seem to have any. I began to wonder whether his cock was tanned. Though I still couldn’t see it, I imagined it was probably hard. I began to feel a familiar warmth between my legs.

When she turned round to kiss the muscular Latino I got my first look at Pablo’s dick. I was right on both counts. His tanned erection stood tall, proud and a bit bigger than I thought he’d be. My hand drifted down to my jeans and began idly stroking my crotch as I watched the lovers run their hands across each other’s naked bodies. Mom slid down Pablo’s body and was eye to eye with his big, brown erection. Her lips wrapped around his rod and I unbuttoned my jeans. While she sucked on his cock she grabbed his tight butt and dug her fingers into the strong muscles. I unzipped my jeans and slid a hand into my panties. Pablo’s body was rocking, as the sucking became more intense. After a few minutes of this, he pulled Mom back up and kissed her deeply. Their crotches were grinding together as they kissed. I dug deeper into my panties, running a finger along my wet slit.

They were whispering something together and then Mom put her hands on the tall wooden fence surrounding our back yard. She bent forward, her long redhair covering her face and spread her legs. Pablo reached between her legs and stroked her pussy a few moments. His hard cock was pressed against the crack of her ass. He then took his dick in his hand and guided it into her waiting, red-fringed pussy. My jeans and panties slid to the floor. I slid my fingers into my wet pussy at just about the same angle Pablo had entered Mom. The three of us began to fuck.

The hard brown cock slid slowly in and out of the wet pussy, the pale-fleshed butt rocked against the gentle thrusts. My fingers matched the pace, plunging deeper when Pablo thrust deep, sliding slowly, deliciously out of my pussy when he withdrew and then plunging deep again. Their pace and my pace quickened. My brain was swirling, the cum was building deep inside me. I imagined I was being fucked by Pablo, I imagined fucking Pablo, and I even had flashes of being Pablo fucking Mom. It all swirled together in my rush toward climax. Mom’s hair was sweeping the deck, her fabulous ass high in the air as Pablo’s hips were thrusting against her again and again, faster and faster until I felt my knees begin to shake and a powerful orgasm rocked my entire body causing me to fall onto my bed gasping for air. For a few moments, I laid there, my jeans and panties around my ankles, totally spent.

When I got up to look out the window again, Pablo’s tanned body was lying on top of Mom’s more pale form. He was lightly kissing her neck.

As I headed for the shower I wondered whether Mom’s orgasm had been as potent as mine had been.  I hoped so. She worked hard. She deserved some tension relief. If a quick dip with Pablo did the job, that was fine with me.

THE END