Crewmate4 by glyph

Chapter IV – Lydia and Whitney

He actually got some work done before the phone rang late in the afternoon.  It was Lydia.

“Looks like we’ve got to change our plans,” she stated after they talked dirty for a while.  “My mom had prior plans to go away for the weekend, so I don’t have a place to park Whitney.”

“Do you still want to get together?”

“Oh, absolutely … that is, unless you’d feel uncomfortable about having her around.”

She sounded guarded, so he jumped right in to avoid concern.

“No, I’m totally cool with it.  I just wanted to be sure it’s what you wanted.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning to introduce her to my new boy friend.  I’d rather he spent the time fucking me, but as I said before she’s very cool.  She’ll give us our space.”

“So, what time should I expect you?”

“Let’s reverse the plan: you bring the wine and I’ll do the cooking.  That way my daughter can go to her room when we get into it – or rather, when you get into me.”  He could hear the smile in her voice.

That agreed, they set a time and he promised to hold up his end.  She groaned at the double meaning reference.

On her doorstep a few hours later, he recalled that remark ruefully.  His fucking appliance was more than half-hard with anticipation.  Since he hadn’t bothered with underwear, he looked as though he had a turkey baster down his pant-leg.  Moreover, the little guy was drooling.  Good thing he was wearing dark slacks.  He was debating whether he should continue to stand there and try to contemplate ways to pay off the National Debt or just push the doorbell button when the door opened unbidden.  Lydia was standing there wearing nothing other than a quizzical look.

“I heard you drive up.  We were wondering why it took so long for you to come to the door.”

“I, uh, was kind of composing myself,” he replied sheepishly.

She took his hand and drew him inside.  Pressing herself against him she kissed him and then drew back quickly.  Her hand went to his crotch.  She smiled knowingly then.

“I see you came prepared.”  She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I like a man who comes all locked and loaded.”

She stood back and raised her voice.  “I want you to meet Whitney.”  As she spoke, she swung aside to reveal the girl standing behind her.  “Honey, this is Mr. Saxton.”

Whitney stood straight and silent, hands at her side.  Tall and thin were his first perceptions of her.  She was apparently into her growth spurt – in a good way.  Her shape was well on its way in its change from a little girl’s body – a promise more than half fulfilled.  Her pussy was devoid of any but the slightest hint of pubic hair. Her areoles were projecting from her chest on orange-size breast swellings of budding womanhood.  Her skin was uniformly pale adding to the sense of innocent appeal.

Her head seemed large for her body because of the extended curly hairdo that surrounded her face.  The color of her tresses was somewhere between honey and maple syrup.  The way it caught the light suggested multiple hues throughout.

Her small face made her eyes seem large. Whether that was their natural state or whether they were just opened very wide in anxiety, he didn’t attempt to consider.  Whichever, they drew him in completely.  Their color was a hazel brown that displayed distinctly yellow elements.

He essayed a smile as he attempted to break his stare.

“Hi, Whitney.  Very glad to meet you.  If it’s okay with your mother, you can call me ‘Mark.’” 

As soon as he spoke, Whitney smiled – a shy smile – and said, “Nice to meet you, too, … Mark.”

They looked at each other for a long appraising moment before Lydia broke the spell by stroking his crotch and smiling.

“Why don’t you get comfortable and let the little guy out of jail?”

She gestured toward the bedroom.  He agreed, took his leave and hurried to the bedroom as quickly as decorum would allow.  When he was naked, he looked at his rampant hard-on.  This was a fast forward of what he had in mind.  He’d wanted to be cool and circumspect until the events of the evening peaked naturally.  Oh, well.  Lemons to lemonade.  He squared his shoulders and marched out.

He found them in the kitchen.  Whitney was perched on a stool at the counter engaged in some food preparation while Lydia was pouring the wine he brought.  The range was arrayed with various pots and skillets in various stages of use.  Both looked up as he came in.  Both of their eyes went to his cock which was bobbing jauntily as he walked.  He pretended not to notice the focal point of their attention.

“Well, this is certainly a domestic scene,” he offered casually.  “What’s for dinner?”

“Veal Cordon Bleu,” Lydia replied, extending a glass of wine to him as he approached.  With her other hand she reached out and gently stroked his cock.  It twitched and she smiled mischievously.  Not to be outdone, he took the wine and stepped close to her.  Looking directly into her eyes, he slipped the middle finger of his free hand between her pussy lips and up inside her. Her smile faltered as her body stiffened in response.  She was quite wet.

He removed his finger and made a show of swirling it in his wine.  That done, he licked his finger and then raised the glass to clink against hers.  The look she gave him over the rim of her glass made it clear that he had garnered her approval for his creativity.  If her daughter hadn’t been present, he was sure that he would have been preparing to insert his cock into her by then.

As they took their first sip of wine, he watched Whitney out of the corner of his eye.  He caught the little girl stealing glances at them.  She was keenly interested in the byplay. When he lowered his glass he looked in her direction.  That was her signal to return his glance.  Her gaze went down to his rigid cock again.  Then she looked up at his face.

“Can I touch it?” she asked abruptly.

Mark glanced at Lydia, who was in turn regarding her daughter with an inscrutable expression.  Then she looked at Mark, raised an eyebrow and inclined her head ever so slightly.  He took this as permission.  He moved within reach of Whitney, pointing his cock directly at her.

“Sure, go ahead,” he said with an inviting smile.  He hoped he didn’t seem too eager.

She reached gingerly for his hard-on which hovered over her lap.  Her hand avoided the drooling head and closed on the shaft.

“Wow,” she breathed.  “It’s so hard … and warm.”

“All the better to fuck Mommy with, Honey.”

He turned his head to assure himself that Lydia had made that ribald remark.  When he saw the incipient look of lust on her face, his cock twitched again.  Whitney recoiled a bit at the unexpected movement but continued to hold him.  Lydia set down her glass.

“I think Mark is probably getting uncomfortable by now.”  He had to admit that he could use some relief.  “We should probably stop playing with him and help him out.”

Whitney looked quizzically at her mother.  Lydia extended a hand toward his imprisoned cock.

“Can I take it, Sweetie?  I’ll show you something.”

The little girl actually placed his cock in her mother’s hand.  In order to minimize the stress on his cock, he turned in Lydia’s direction.  His hopes rose and then were vindicated.  She began to stroke him.  Her tits swung slightly as she pumped his cock.

All the usual things began to happen: racing pulse, rapid breathing and fogging senses.  He set down his glass unsteadily as he savored the feeling.  He pushed against her hand with increasing urgency.  As aroused as he was, he didn’t last long.  With a sharp intake of breath, he spurted.  The first jet splatted against Lydia’s abdomen.  The second had a shorter arc that just caught her thigh.  The third dropped to the floor between them.  The weak subsequent pulses dripped to the floor from the tip of his cock.

He was aware of none of these developments.  He caught hold of the counter to keep from collapsing as his knees buckled.  A groan escaped him as his head bowed.  It was a minute or two before he reconnected with his surroundings.

Lydia was still holding his softening cock and smiling with satisfaction.  Her daughter’s eyes were as big as saucers.

“Wow!  Did that hurt?”

He raised his head and smiled unsteadily.  “No… It felt … wonderful,” he managed.

“It shot so far and there was so much!  Is that what he squirts inside you, Mommy?”

“Yes, Sweet’ums, the very same stuff.”  Lydia released his cock.  He leaned against the counter.  She took some paper towels and set to work.  After moping herself, she stooped and cleaned the floor.  Finally, she grasped his cock with one hand while she dabbed the tip.

Discarding the used towels, she took up her wine glass and passed him his.  With another clink they drank.

A fresh glass of wine was at hand when they sat down to eat.  He concluded the dinner was excellent, the company was lively and that nude dining was the way to go.  This wasn’t his first experience.  He and Amber indulged that pastime fairly frequently, but having more than two people present seemed to raise the level of conviviality.  Whitney seemed to prefer adult topics, tending to be more animated and engaged than when subjects concerning her came up.  Lydia seemed to be watching her daughter’s interaction closely and approvingly.

As the meal concluded, Lydia pushed her chair back, leaned back and casually drew a leg up under her.  The action opened her pussy to his view.  She pretended not to notice as she raised her glass to finish her wine.  He glanced at Whitney and noticed that she was watching her mother intently.  He suspected that she was contemplating imitating her but lacked the nerve.

Eventually, they all pitched in clearing the table.  When they were in the kitchen, Lydia sent her daughter out on a chore.  When Whitney departed she turned and leaned close to him with sparkling eyes.

“She wants to watch us fuck.  Are you okay with that?”

He was surprised, but not taken aback.  His cock stirred at the thought.  In order to forestall a full boner, he decided to engage her in conversation.

“When did she say that?”

“Before you got here she grilled me with a lot of very detailed questions about our fucking.  She was really wound up and animated like I’ve never seen her before.  Then just like that she asked while you were in the bedroom undressing.”

“What did you say?”  It was working.  His pants python hesitated and began to relax.

“Well, I started to say ‘no’, but then I started thinking ‘why not?’  She’s ready for this step.  I finally said I’d talk it over with you – no promises.”

He was more than receptive to the suggestion.  He had had a wild relationship with a stripper who was into swapping.  Swap parties seldom include provisions for private fucking.  He had found the experiences more than a little exciting.  He eventually concluded that Amber was not the only person of his acquaintance who was excited by exhibitionism.  Still, he didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Well, if you’re okay with it and she’s so eager, I guess I shouldn’t pee on the parade.”

She watched him closely as he answered.  He couldn’t keep his face blank.  He was busted.  She spotted his enthusiasm.  She swept into his arms and kissed him eagerly.  The feel of her body and the electricity of the moment were too much.  Mr. Happy was rising to the occasion.

Whitney returned to the kitchen to find them locked in embrace with his erection trapped between them.  Lydia stepped back to expose their secret.  Taking his cock in her hand, she faced the girl and said simply, “He said ‘okay’.”

The little girl didn’t move or say anything but her face brightened to the point of radiance.  He surmised that this was the standard children’s “don’t queer it” strategy – where she avoids saying or doing anything that might cause the withdrawal of an unusual permission.

Lydia suggested that they go into the living room.  She followed her daughter, towing Mark by his hand.  His cock waved jauntily as he trailed along.

Whitney took a seat in a stuffed chair as he and her mother claimed the couch.  Lydia settled in the corner while she drew her inside leg up with the other draped off the seat cushion to the floor.  That put her pussy into plain view like a pink target.  The expectant look on her face let him know that the next move was up to him.

The tip of his rigid cock trailed up her belly as he crawled slowly between her legs and positioned himself on his knees in front of her.  As she raised her head to keep his face in view, his hands sought support on the armrest behind her.  He lowered his lips to hers.

Their first kiss was brief and teasing.  They drew back slightly to smile with amusement at each other.  Then they joined an open-mouthed, tongue-probing, passion-raising face-eating.  One of his hands disengaged itself from support duty and strayed down over her chest, past her abdomen to the gap between her legs.  It circled her open pussy lips briefly before slipping inside.  The hitch in her kissing was a satisfying reaction.  He proceeded to spread her moisture around her pussy, gradually gaining control of her clit.  She bucked and then started to writhe.

He broke the kiss to note her heavy-lidded expression of expectancy.  The fog of her passion was descending.  Satisfied, he began to trace a path down her neck to her breast.  A kiss, a lick and his mouth was on her nipple.  He began to suck earnestly while his finger continued to work her cunt.  Soon it was joined by a second while his thumb took over clit duty.

She was beginning to make noise.  Her hands that had been lightly touching his rib cage and shoulders now enfolded his head, the fingers plowing his hair insistently. Her head swayed back and forth.  Then one hand slipped underneath him and encountered his cock.  It was his turn to hitch and groan when she began to stroke it lightly.  In a few moments the whole purpose of his life narrowed to the need to thrust his cock as deep into her as he could.

He released her nipple and moved to position his cock to enter her.  That’s when he discovered that their relative positions gave him a difficult angle to approach his goal.  While his lust-sodden mind attempted to work this problem, she suddenly released her hold on him and placed both hands on his chest.  With gentle, steady pressure, she pushed him away.  He went with it and found himself sitting more or less upright on the sofa with his rigid cock simulating a flagpole growing out of his lap. 

He caught sight of the girl as he came to rest.  She was kneeling upright on the seat of the chair. Steadying herself with one hand on an arm rest, her other hand was poised on her mons as though it were contemplating taking the plunge into her pussy.  Her eyes were wide and her attention was rapt.  Then he lost sight of her again.

Lydia had risen and had followed his motion, turning to face him while she threw a leg over him.  Rising up on her knees, she placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself while her other hand reached between her legs.  Grasping his rigid member, she aligned it with her entrance and let herself down slowly.    She smiled at him with half-closed eyes before releasing her grip and dropping completely onto him.

The soft wetness of her pussy gratified his immediate need.  He placed a restraining hand on each of her hips and attempted to drive her as far down on his cock as he could.  She continued the dreamy smile as she rotated her hips in a circular motion.  He knew she was seeking to stimulate herself still further and that was okay with him.  Since she had gotten him off in the kitchen, he was in no hurry.  He settled back and returned her smile.

Eventually her need began to build.  She added short raising and lowering motions to her rotations.  He attempted to cooperate by adding his own thrust at the bottom of each of her cycles.  Her smile disappeared in favor of a more intense expression.  Her speed picked up.  The incessant swaying of her boobs caught his attention, so his hands left her hips to tease her nipples.

Leaning further forward, she placed both hands on his shoulders and began to pump her legs still more rapidly.  It was obvious that she was approaching her climax.  He did his best to help her over, but she was completely in control.

Her orgasm was accompanied by every possible reaction.  She shuddered and bucked.  In between spasms she pumped some more.  Her eyes in her flushed face were closed tightly while her mouth hung open.  Finally, she threw head back and emitted a primal cry.

He enfolded her in his arms as she slumped forward, panting.  His hands moved over her back as he waited for her to recover.  When her breathing slowed she sat back up, using both hands to toss her hair back.  She looked at him and smiled self-consciously.

“I was kind of loud, wasn’t I?”

He shrugged.  “I always like to see a woman enjoying her fucking – particularly when she’s on the end on my cock.”

“Speaking of which, you seem to be all ready for a rematch.  Didn’t you go over?”

“’Fraid not.  Looks like you still have some work ahead of you.”

“Well,” she said, rising up until nearly his entire length was exposed, “it’s a dirty job but somebody has to do it.”

Then she glanced over her shoulder at her daughter.

“We’re not done ‘til he cums,” she told her.  “Mommy still has business to attend to.”

She worked herself up to another orgasm without causing him to cum.  Since she was beginning to look tired, he pitched it.  He rolled her off him and onto her back, keeping his cock imbedded during the process.  Once in control he began to thrust in and out of her with deliberate long strokes.  Her participation was feeble and sporadic.  Finally she rallied and clenched her pussy muscles tightly.  The friction he sought now began to tease the rim of his cock.  The welcome feeling of an incipient cum began to well up.

Feeling the urgency to deliver his load, he made his final thrust into her.  Having been relieved earlier in the evening, this orgasm did not rise to the level of intensity of previous times he had fucked Lydia, but it was very satisfying nonetheless.  As he groaned through the subsequent spurts he wondered how the girl was enjoying the show.  Under the guise of continuing to writhe in passion he turned his head in her direction and forced his eyes open.

Still kneeling, she was leaning forward, watching intently.  He noted that her fingers were within the folds of her pussy.  Her digits were moving perceptibly.  He found himself smiling at her.  She saw that and seemed to become aware of what her hand was about.  Somewhat abashed, she slowly withdrew her fingers, as though she hoped her activity would be overlooked if she acted casually.  Nevertheless, he felt they had had an exchange of understanding.

He turned his attention back to his partner who was slowly regaining her strength.  Her view had been blocked by his head, so she had apparently hadn’t been able to see her daughter’s reaction.  Now she turned to Whitney and smiled.

“Any questions, Honey?”

Whitney smiled shyly and shook her head.  The little girl had assumed a more decorous position, sitting back on her heels with her hands lying in her lap.  It was obvious to him that she was too carefully posed.

Lydia raised her head and persisted.  He remained on top of her with his softening cock still inside.

“Well, what did you think of seeing us fuck?”

“It looked like fun,” Whitney volunteered, essaying a small smile.

“Are you ready to take your turn?”

The little girl hesitated, then shook her head briskly.  “Not yet.”  Then added, “I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

He assumed that Lydia was teasing her daughter and that the girl was playing along.  However, when he replayed the scene in his head some time later, he wasn’t so sure.

Eventually the buzz of conversation picked up.  He softened and then disengaged from his partner.  Following on the observation that it was still early, the girl suggested that they all play poker.  He agreed, concluding that poker was a typical pastime for the two.

When he and Lydia returned from the bathroom, the dining room table was set for play.  Lydia draped a towel on her chair, explaining to the girl that she could be leaking fluids for a time yet.

“But didn’t some go all the way up in you?” the girl asked.

“Oh, yeah.  Some of the sperm has found its way through my uterus and up my fallopian tubes.  It’ll be swimming around in there for a day or two yet.”

Whitney grinned.  “Awesome.”

The educational exchange gave way to some banter as they settled down to play.  It quickly became apparent that this was a ladies’ game.  They played only for chips and the hands were simple draw and stud types.  It was the sort of relaxed game that encouraged conversation.  The beverages were bottled water and diet soda.

Whitney knelt on her chair for the most part, by turns rising up and settling back down on her heels.  His eye kept traveling to her pussy as she moved around.  He caught her watching him frequently.  That caused him to wonder if she was trying to gain his attention.

Lydia slouched into the corner of her chair and by turns drew a foot up on the seat or draped to the leg over the over the arm.  Her pussy was almost always in view while her tits giggled sympathetically as she reached for and discarded cards. 

On balance all of this displaying kept his cock in a pleasant, half-hard state.  Co-ed nude poker had possibilities, he decided.

During the course of the conversation, it came out that Whitney had a girl scout outing the next day.  It would be the whole day, right through dinner time.  The major downside, however, was that it was a mother-daughter affair that required Lydia’s presence.  He professed himself unconcerned since he had a lot to catch up on, which was partly true.

When queried, he admitted that he had dedicated Sunday to a round of golf.  Lydia resigned herself to not seeing him with a slight toss of her head.  That was when Whitney asked if she planned to see Rob any time soon.  Her mother shot her a reproving look but moved smoothly on with an explanation.

It turned out that Rob was a former lover from her law school days.  Lydia was still technically married for part of the time they were together, but that hadn’t been a concern for either of them.  Law school and their affair over, he had married and moved away – but not far away.  His work brought him to town for business from time to time.  When that happened, he usually found an opportunity to meet her for “lunch” or “dinner”.  The fact that all that they generally applied their mouths to were each others’ genitals was a fine point, hardly worthy of distinction.  Lydia referred to Rob as her “fuck buddy.”

Sensing that a reaction from him was expected, Mark smiled and commented that he approved of those kinds of relationships – a no-questions-asked sex partner who filled in the gaps of more complicated, emotionally-involved, possibly committed pairings.  

“So you’re okay with Mom doing Rob while you and she are … seeing each other?”  Whitney persisted.

Feeling he was being tested, he felt compelled to escalate.

“Sure,” he said casually, “it’s no different from swapping and I’ve done that.”

The reaction was gratifying.  Both pairs of eyes were on him.  He elected not to continue without prompting.  Lydia continued to lounge in her chair, but she smiled slowly.

“Really?  Details, please.”

“Well,” he began coyly, “I was seeing this stripper …”

As he related his experiences Lydia abandoned her slouch and sat up.  She eventually wound up leaning over the table with her chin resting on her fist.  Her eyes were shining.  Her daughter’s attention was similarly rapt.  She was kneeling bolt upright the whole time.  No one was touching the cards.

When he paused in his narrative after graphic descriptions of group fuck sessions where several couples engaged in various acts in close proximity to one another, Lydia spoke.

“I’d like to try that.”

She let that remark settle and then added pointedly, “Are you still into that scene?”

He wasn’t surprised by her reaction.  His sense of her suggested right along that she was open to new and alternate experiences.  He wondered briefly if she was going to prove too much for him eventually.

“I haven’t been lately, but I think I could renew old acquaintances.”

“Well, if you can, I’m always up for meeting new people.”

Whitney had been watching both of them during this exchange.  He was sure that she understood everything – if not all of the implications.

The game didn’t resume.  They talked for a while longer and then Lydia suggested to her daughter that it was getting late – it wasn’t really.  Whitney apparently knew the drill.  She dutifully helped clear the table and then kissed her mother good night.  Then she turned shyly to Mark. 

“Nice meeting you, Mark.  Good night.”  But she made no immediate move to go.

“Do you think I could have a kiss, too?”  He asked with a smile.

He didn’t have to add anything more.  She tripped forward to his chair, placed her hands on the armrests and leaned into his face with her lips already puckered.  Picking up quickly, he leaned his lips into the kiss.  A quick smack and she stepped back.  Looking completely embarrassed, she glanced at her mother and then hurried from the room.  As he watched her retreating back he decided that she was acquiring a womanly shape.

Mark’s and Lydia’s eyes met.  Hers were surmounted by arched brows of amused surprise.

“I think I may have competition,” Lydia observed.  “And I don’t know if I can compete with a younger woman.”

His answer was to smile and incline his head in mild assent.  He didn’t trust himself to say anything.  He was entertaining some distinct disquiet, partly due to the fact that his cock had taken a sharp lurch when his lips had met the girl’s.  She was impossibly young, but there was something going on here – and he was sure it was mutual.

At her suggestion they retired to her bedroom with their drinks.  The sound of a TV filtered in from a nearby room.  Apparently, Whitney wasn’t sleepy yet.

Lydia didn’t seem particularly interested in her diet soda.  She set her glass aside after a sip and moved closer to him.  As they talked she casually appropriated his dick and handled it absently.  Gradually, his member responded to the attention.

She told a story about her first roommate in college.  The girl apparently came from a Puritanical background, so she objected to Lydia’s tendency to sleep in the nude and remain naked in their dorm room after a shower.  That lasted a few of weeks before her roommate discovered frat parties.  She rapidly succumbed to the seductiveness of alcohol and sex.  She had her first drunk and first fuck in short order.  Then she went wild.  It was Lydia’s turn to object when the inebriated girl would bring sex partners to their room and demand privacy while they fucked. 

No virgin herself, Lydia wanted to bring boys back to the room for occasional trysts.  Her experience in high school (two long term relationships), however, had given her a more measured interest in sex. When her roommate’s activities monopolized the room, the friction between them built.  A showdown that sent her roommate’s latest potential lover packing from the dorm room brought the whole the situation to a head one Friday.  After a frosty night of silence, the morning found the two girls ready to talk. 

That morning Lydia pointedly remained nude as she sat on her bed to participate in the conversation.  Her slightly hung over roommate asked her how she could do that all the time.  Lydia saw her opening and invited the girl to disrobe to meet her on equal terms.  To her relief, the girl immediately accepted the challenge.  Sitting opposite each other naked seemed to open an avenue of communication that had eluded them up to that point.

His cock was fully erect now.  As she spoke, Lydia continued to fondle his shaft and occasionally her thumb would graze the rim of his cockhead.  He alternately jumped or twitched in reaction to those encounters.  He caught on to her program.  Casually, he leaned toward her and stroked the interior of her thighs.  She responded by opening them to him.  Then he sought higher until his finger entered her pussy.  That caused her to pause in her narrative.

“What did you talk about?” he asked as though nothing else were going on.

“Boys, booze and booty, of course.”  Her voice sounded a little strained.

His finger stroked in and out of her.  She didn’t touch his cockhead again.  She seemed to be losing concentration.  He chalked that up as a point for him.

“So, how did it come out?”

“We really connected.  By then we had the same interests – to have a good time.  She realized that she was being self-destructive and I was keeping better balance.  We decided to cooperate and kind of watch each other’s back.”

She paused and then rose up on her knees.  He kept his finger engaged while he ascertained what she was about.

She sidled closer to him and then swung a leg across his lap as he reclined supported by pillows under his shoulders.  Tossing back her hair she smiled at him as she reached for his cock.  That was when he decided his finger was no longer needed.

Lowering herself onto his erection, she continued with increasing difficulty, “We got to be the best of friends.  We wound up being roommates almost all four years … until I got involved with my ex …and we’re …”  She concentrated as she pumped up and down on his cock.  At last she settled down with his full length inside her.  “…still in touch.”

“I guess you partied together?” he prompted.  She had begun slowly rotating her pelvis using his cock as her axis.

Her eyes had lost some of their focus but she smiled as she replied.  “Oh, yeah.  We’d double date and then fuck in the same room – sometimes in the same bed.  But we had to get the guys drunk to get them to do that.  Guys are so shy.”

She added the up and down motion to her fucking.

“Did you ever do each other?” he persisted.  It was her game but he was going to play hard, notwithstanding the fact that his own concentration was fading as his arousal built.

“A few times when we were drunk.  We were never really into that.”

“Did you ever do each other in front of guys?”

Her dreamy smile became wider and some focus came back into her eyes.  She hesitated momentarily in her thrusting.

“Yeah, once.”

“And?”

“Well, we were with our dates and we were all naked.”  Her rhythm picked up and became more regular.  He met her with his own upward thrusts as best he could.  Satisfied with their progress, she resumed her narrative.

“We were fooling around and the guys were sporting huge boners but we hadn’t fucked yet.  One of the guys came up for air and suggested that we girls eat each other.” 

Her voice was getting breathy and there was more space between her words.  He paid attention to catching her clit as they stroked.  It was becoming more of an effort for him to stay focused as well.  The situation of talking about past sex while fucking had all the earmarks of a major turn-on.

“We were feeling our wine coolers and we had tried it before in private, so … we did.  We 69ed and got going pretty good.  That’s when the guys got into it.  They started sticking their cocks into us as we licked each other.  We stopped and asked them what the idea was but they told us to keep going.  So we wound up licking each other’s clits as cocks were pumping in and out of our pussies.”

She stopped talking and gave herself over to heavy breathing punctuated with gasps.  He worked harder.  Finally, she came with a squeaky “Oh, oh!” and slumped forward onto him.  He enjoyed the feeling of her shuddering against him as her pussy muscles clenched his rock-hard shaft.

As her breathing slowed she made a couple fumbling attempts to restart her stroking.  He was about to take over by rolling her onto her back to continue the fuck when she finally managed to establish a steady stroking rhythm.  He met her efforts as vigorously as he could.

After a few minutes they took a break.  They filled the interval with tongue kissing.  His hands traveled over her, lingering on the most interesting parts.  She responded by flexing her vaginal muscles, squeezing his cock.  They broke the kiss and smiled mischievously at each other.  He passed his fingertips lightly over her tensed abdomen.  She twitched from a tickle reflex.

At last she slipped her arms around his neck and whispered.

“Turn me over and finish me off.”

He complied at once.  Maintaining their coupling, he drew his legs up and used them to leverage their joint rollover.  Once on her back, she hooked her legs up behind him and began to slowly undulate her pelvis to suggest his next move.  He took the hint and began slow thrusts.  She responded by raising the stakes, using her legs to urge him to faster, shorter strokes.  It occurred to him that this was about getting him to his climax.  That was a plan he could get behind.

She watched his face through half-closed eyes as he pounded into her.  It was with extreme satisfaction that he felt the building orgasm start in the head of his cock.  When at last he hitched and drove into her, she held him only loosely as he delivered his package of cum deep inside her.  It wasn’t his strongest orgasm, but any cum is a good cum.

Spent, he collapsed on top of her.  As he attempted to regain his breath, he became aware of muffled scurrying at the doorway.   He felt Lydia twist under him as she followed the noise.  When he raised his head to look at her face she was smiling knowingly. 

“Apparently we were being observed,” she murmured.  He then realized that the distant TV was no longer audible.  He smiled back, albeit somewhat wearily.

He felt his cock softening rapidly inside her.  Its work done, the little guy was ready for some rest.  So was he.

“Ready to call it a night?” she asked.

“Yeah.  Doing the wild thing sure makes one sleepy.”

He made a move to roll off her, but she tightened her grip on him, preventing it.

“Why don’t you sleep on top of me?”

His gaze found her face again.

“Huh?  Are you sure?”

“Yeah.  I’ve been fantasizing about having a guy sleep on top of me all night.  I haven’t had a partner to try it out yet, but I’ve been practicing sleeping perfectly still on my back all night.”  She smiled, “And now I’m ready to go live.”

Her proposal intrigued him.  It even made his nearly flaccid cock twitch.

“Uh …well, okay … sure.”  Then he decided he didn’t know what to do next.  “How do we do this?”

She relaxed her legs and let them fall around him on the bed.

“That, I haven’t worked out.  We have to experiment to find comfortable positions that also allow me to breath.  Try sliding down me and lay your head between my tits.”

A few minutes of experimentation found an arrangement that they both agreed worked for them.  That was hardly accomplished when she started to giggle.  He raised his head to find out the source of amusement.

She smiled merrily.  “I can’t reach the light and I have to go to the bathroom.  I guess we have to take an intermission.”

He awoke lying on his belly. She wasn’t under him.  Apparently the experiment didn’t work.  Sometime during the night he had moved off of her.  He blinked in the daylight as he looked around for her.

“Lost something?”  Her voice came from behind him.  He glanced over his shoulder to spot her and then rolled over on his back to take stock.

She came into the room smiling and naked.  Taking a seat on the edge of the bed she leaned over to kiss him chastely on the lips (probably not a bad idea, given the state of his mouth).  By contrast she smelled fresh and moist.  Apparently, she had been up long enough to shower and attend to other hygienic exigencies.

He couldn’t help returning her smile as she drew back.  She looked exquisite with her hair tousled and her complexion innocent of makeup.  He thought how delicious it would be to mount her once again and inhale her fragrance as he fucked her into an orgasm.  His cock took a fancy to that scenario and began to grow into its assault configuration.

That was when the girl came scampering up on the bed.  She bounced to rest on wide-spread knees beside him.  She showed no concern that her pussy was wide open to his view or that he was taking it all in.

“I got it, Mom.”

She reached across him to offer a rolled up washcloth to her mother before looking down at him.

“Good morning, Mark.”  She said it quietly and deferentially as though uncertain whether or not last night’s permission to address him by his first name was still valid.

Quickly covering his surprise at her sudden appearance and titillating display, he mounted a cordial smile.

“Morning to you, Whitney.  Did you have a good night?”

Seemingly reassured that last night’s familiarity was still in place, she smiled shyly.

“Yes, thanks.  But probably not as good as yours.”

The smile turned impish.  While he was considering a comeback, he noted that Lydia had unrolled the washcloth and was leaning over him once more.

“Do you think your little partner would like his face washed?” she asked.

Without waiting for a reply, she enfolded his cock in the warm wetness of the washcloth.  She cleaned his member off with unhurried thoroughness while Whitney watched.  It felt wonderful as well as relaxing, so much so that his cock began to soften.

Satisfied with her efforts, Lydia concluded her ministrations and tossed the washcloth on the floor.  In a continuation of the same motion, she took up his cock in her hand.

“Let’s see if he’s in a playful mood this morning,” she suggested.

The woman watched his face as she slowly stroked his cock.  The girl watched his cock.  He watched the animated tableau that included his now rising cock.

As his cock swelled and the veins on it became prominent, Lydia’s smile grew.  The girls’ eyes grew and his lust grew.  He began to anticipate the feeling of being inside Lydia once again.

“Well, I would say we have an affirmative on that playful mood,” Lydia ventured.  Her eyes were now alight with mischief.  “Let’s see what kind of play he likes.”

From her position seated beside him she leaned slowly over him and … yes … she took him into her mouth.

He tensed in anticipation as a progression of sensations registered in his brain – the warm wetness of her mouth, followed by the draw of her sucking and then the swish of her tongue on the underside of his cockhead.  He urgently wanted this to continue.  The prospect of another intensely pleasurable experience as he launched another load semen was all-consuming.  But just as he started to buck against her mouth, she pulled off. 

Her gaze hadn’t left his face during the whole process.  Neither had her smile faltered.  Now she continued to watch him as her tongue extended and licked the end of his straining member.  Only then did she glance sidelong at her daughter.

“Want a taste, Honey?”  She turned the cockhead from herself toward Whitney.  The girl momentarily sat up straighter and looked open-mouthed at her mother.  It was clear that she was as surprised by the offer as he was.  Mark felt his pulse rate slam into high gear.  Wherever this was going, he was sure he wanted to get there as soon as possible.

The girl seemed oblivious of him.  She bent tentatively to his cock while watching her mother’s face.  Lydia smiled encouragement.  Whitney’s mouth closed over the tip experimentally.  She was leaning across his body, so her mouth was not at the best angle to his cock.

“Hold on.  You need to move around,” her mother admonished.

The girl obediently relinquished his cock and repositioned her body parallel to Lydia’s.  As she leaned over once again, she planted a hand between his legs to support herself.  All the while she concentrated her gaze on his cock which Lydia held it steady for her.

As her mouth closed around his cock again, he controlled his urges and held still, rapt in developments unfolding at his crotch.  Gaining confidence, Whitney gradually took more of his cock into her mouth.  To his barely checked excitement, she engulfed well past the head.  He surmised that that was probably as far as she could take him.

“Suck a little,” Lydia advised.  Whitney responded by hollowing her cheeks and drawing hard on his cock.  It produced a very curious sensation that he wasn’t sure would advance the cause of his cumming.  At last Lydia decided to intervene.

“Let me show you.”

As the girl withdrew her mouth from his cock, a string of precum trailed from the tip of her tongue to the tip of his penis.  Surprised, she pulled her head back sharply, breaking the streamer so that it dangled from his cock tip.  Whitney regarded this development curiously.

“How does it taste?” Lydia prompted.

Whitney closed her lips and worked her mouth experimentally.

“Not bad,” she offered at last.  She didn’t seem sure.

“Each guy can taste different,” her mother confided as she whisked the string of precum from his cock with her fingers.  She wiped the residue on her thigh.  Then she leaned forward again.  Whitney gave ground, removing her hand from between his legs and sitting back.  Neither of them glanced in the direction of his face.  He began to feel as though he were a specimen to be examined and experimented upon.  He felt used.  But if they hurried up and got him to cum … well, maybe being used is okay.

“Watch” was Lydia’s last word as her mouth reacquired his cock.  She gave two shallow pumps with her head before her lips traveled down the entire length of his cock.  He noted with satisfaction that she had deep-throated him expertly.  He must have vocalized his excitement because suddenly both sets of eyes were looking at him.

Whitney remained attentively saucer-eyed while her mother smiled around his cock.  As Lydia drew back and resumed her face pumping, he became aware of her intermittent tongue action.  He began to thrust against her face again.  Her smile had disappeared – replaced by a look of purposeful concentration.  Whitney’s head swiveled back and forth between them, taking in the action and reaction of their interplay.

He felt like part of the action again.  He and Lydia were in a common cause to bring him over with her mouth.  At last the sensation of his imminent ejaculation made itself felt.  When he hitched in response to it, Lydia suddenly removed his cock from her mouth.  Pumping it urgently, she held it over his abdomen.  A second later he spurted for the first time.  Gray-white globules of his seed landed on his body as additional spasms expelled more semen.  He groaned and gasped as pleasure wracked his body.  His hands clawed at the bedding.

Lydia’s face was on his.  She kissed his face appreciatively.  When she raised her head once again she was smiling approvingly.

“Nicely done,” she breathed.  Then, still holding his cock, she turned to Whitney.

“Breakfast is served,” she grinned.

Sitting up, Lydia traced her finger tip through the seminal deposit on Mark’s belly.   Then she put the finger in her mouth and sucked it.  Her eyes remained engaged with her daughter as she did so.  She obviously intended for Whitney to follow her example.

The girl’s eyes were unblinking as she watched this process through to its conclusion.  Then she turned her gaze to the puddle.  Leaning close to him, she gingerly dipped her finger and raised it to her eyes.  After what seemed like a long contemplation, the finger moved to the tip of her tongue.  Her eyes sought her mother’s as her mouth closed and jaw worked.

As the girl’s face relaxed into a wan smile, Lydia’s smile beamed with pride.

“It’s okay,” Whitney volunteered in a small voice.

“Try some more,” Lydia encouraged.

Whitney acted as though she was just waiting for the invitation.  This time she swirled her finger widely through the semen, collecting more than before.  Her finger went unhesitatingly to her mouth.  This time when she looked at her mother she was smiling.

Reassured, Lydia leaned down to Mark’s belly, extended her tongue and lapped up most of the remainder.  Her eyes went from Whitney to Mark as she did so.  Satisfied with their reactions, she turned back to her daughter.

“One thing left to do,” she announced.

Still gripping his shrinking cock she now raised it slightly.  A string of residual semen dripped from the tip.  Whitney gazed at the cockhead minutely.

“Want to do the honors?”

There was no hesitation.  Without breaking her eye lock on his cock, Whitney went down into a three point stance as she extended her neck and then her tongue.  Her hand laid lightly on her mother’s as her tongue encountered his cock.  Her cum-laden tongue retracted momentarily into her mouth and then reappeared.  With repeated flicks it licked his cock clean.  His cock twitched as he beheld the developments.  Both girls reacted with surprise to the movement.  They exchanged smiles and then both turned to him.

Lydia released his cock and lay full length beside him.  She laid a hand on his chest.  Her eyes were glowing. 

“So, what would you like for breakfast?”

Although not the question he was expecting, he replied, “If you’re on the menu, I think I know.”

She laughed as she slid off the bed and stood.

“I can’t believe you’re still in the mood.  But, sorry, no time for that this morning.  Besides, I’m already showered and you’ll mess me up.”

She took his hand and pulled him into a sitting position.

“Get going and meet us in the kitchen.  Chop, chop.”

Releasing his hand she headed for the door after a glance at Whitney.  The girl hopped off the bed and followed her mother, favoring him with a grinning backward glance as she disappeared.

As breakfast concluded, Lydia glanced at the clock obviously and reminded her daughter that they had to be out by 9.  He knew that comment was intended for him, so he excused himself and retreated to the bedroom to dress.  When he emerged, he found them in the foyer waiting for him.  Both were still naked when he emerged.

Lydia embraced him tightly and gave his face a memorable working over.  Then she stepped back and glanced past him significantly.  He followed her line of sight to where Whitney was standing expectantly, fingers laced and draped in front of her crotch.

He turned to her with a smile and took a step toward her.

“Am I going to get another kiss?” he inquired.

She unlocked her fingers and spread her arms as she covered the rest of the distance between them.  He caught her in his arms as their lips met.   What she lacked in technique, she made up for in enthusiasm as she pursued an open-mouthed kiss.  This was a definite escalation over last night’s encounter.  He responded as best he could.

When they broke he maintained his hold on her naked body and looked into her face for a long moment.  He experienced a flash fantasy in which he sent his hands on a mission of discovery all over the young girl’s body.  That pleasant thought caused his maleness to make its presence known in his pants. 

He abruptly let go and stepped back, but remembered to smile engagingly.

“That was yummy.  It’s a shame I don’t have time for more.”

Whitney backed off a bit and remained mute behind her shy smile.

He felt Lydia’s hand on his arm.

“Why don’t I walk you out?” she said pointedly.

He was more than a little apprehensive about what she’d have to say once they were alone.  His fears were somewhat allayed when they reached his car and she slipped her arms around his neck.  Her expression was also reassuring.

“That little performance in bed was something that we hatched together because she was so anxious to do ‘stuff’ with you.  I hope you didn’t feel too used.”

He tightened his arms around her naked waist.

“If that’s what you call it, use me all you want.”

She smiled and then knitted a concerned brow.

“I don’t know where this is going with Whitney.  She’s never behaved like this before.  I hope you can hang with it because” she tightened her embrace again and put her forehead and nose against his “I want you around for a while,” she continued in a lower tone.

He tightened his arms as well. 

“And I want to be around awhile.”

During the ride home, his mind was assaulted with images of Whitney in various scenes from the past several hours.  He would have to deal with his hard-on when he got home.

To be continued ...