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Story title : Family Ties: Skippy's Visit

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Family Ties: The Lost Episodes: Episode 1 Skippy's Visit
(Fm, 1st, anal, sitcom parody)
by Leper Messiah (Address withheld)

***

Multi-chapter parody of the 80's sit-com "Family Ties. In 
this, the first episode, the nerdy neighbor Skippy 
Handelman finds himself locked in the basement with Mrs. 
Keaton. They take the opportunity to get to know each 
other better...

***

Skippy Handelman knocked on the door of the Keatons' 
house and waited nervously on the doorstep. The door was 
answered a few seconds later by Elise Keaton. She was 
wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a white T-
shirt. Skippy noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra and 
her nipples were poking through her T-shirt. He tried not 
to stare. Mrs Keaton always looked so sexy, he thought.

"Hi, Skippy," Elise said pleasantly. "What can I do for 
you?"

"Hi, Mrs. Keaton. Is...um..Mallory here?"

"I'm sorry, Skip, she's not. She went out to Earth Day 
rally with Steven and Jennifer and Alex."

"Alex went to an Earth Day rally?" asked Skippy, shocked 
that the arch-conservative Alex Keaton would go to an 
environmental event.

"Steven is making him," laughed Elise, "He really didn't 
want to go."

'Oh, " said Skippy, shyly, "...um....I was supposed to 
get some stuff from Mallory. She wants me to help her 
with a term paper. She said she has some books and some 
notes that she wants me to look at."

"I see," said Elise.. "Well, come on in. Let's go look in 
her room.

Elise turned around and Skippy followed her into the 
house. Her shorts clung tightly to her shapely behind. 
And they were cut off really short. They didn't quite 
cover her ass. Skippy could see the taught crescents of 
her buttocks peeking out from beneath the fringe. He 
tried not to stare at her bottom as they walked. It would 
be really embarrassing if he got an erection.

They searched Mallory's room but they didn't find the 
books or the notes that they were looking for. After 
searching Mallory's desktop and drawers, they made a 
cursory examination of the rest of he room. Skippy idly 
opened a dresser drawer and found it full of folded 
panties. He stared, mesmerized for a moment, then 
absently fumbled about a bit in the drawer, not knowing 
why, just wanting to touch Mallory's underwear.

"I really don't think she keeps her homework in her 
underwear drawer," said Elise from behind his shoulder.

Skippy jumped a little. 

'Of course not Mrs. Keaton, I was just...straightening it 
out a little."

"Uh huh...well, I'm sure that Mallory would appreciate 
it," said Elise, a little sardonically, "but why don't we 
just close the drawer now, ok?"

Elise nudged Skippy aside and started to close the 
drawer. The something caught her eye and she stopped.

"Hm...what's this?" she said, bemused.

She reached into the drawer and held up a sleek silver 
vibrator.

"Well, now you know that Mallory has a hobby,' smiled 
Elise. She put the vibrator back under the undies where 
she found it and closed the drawer.

"You know, Mallory was doing some homework down in he 
basement yesterday, Elise said thoughtfully. Jennifer was 
making a lot of noise in her room. She's trying to learn 
how to play the bass for her band. Mallory went 
downstairs so she could have work without so much racket. 
I bet she left her stuff down there."

Skippy followed Mrs. Keaton to the basement door under 
the stairs, trying again not to stare at her butt cheeks 
swelling out of her shorts. He followed her down the 
stairs to the basement. It was a simple, unfinished 
basement with a concrete floor. A few shelves filled with 
a variety of random junk were pushed against the walls, 
along with a small refrigerator. A poker table was set up 
in the middle of the room with some folding chairs around 
it. An overhead light hung from a chain over the table. 
At one end of the table was a stack of books and a messy 
pile of papers.

'I guess that's the stuff," said Skippy, scooping up the 
books and papers from the table. "Thanks for your help, 
Mrs. Keaton."

"Anytime Skip, just don't do all the work for her. You 
can guide her, but make her do her own work."

"I will, Mrs. Keaton," said Skippy as they went back up 
the stairs, 'I'm just..um...Mrs K, do you have a key for 
this door?'

"A key? No it's not locked , just turn the knob."

Elise took the doorknob and turned it. It was locked. She 
jiggled it and it was still locked.

"Oops," said Elise, "I think we're locked in."

They slowly went back down the steps.

"When will everyone else be home? Asked Skippy..

"Probably not until tonight sometime."

'Oh."

"Yeah, well it's not that bad. Alex keeps some snacks in 
the fridge for his poker games, so we can eat. We have 
camping equipment down here too, with air mattresses and 
sleeping bags.. There's a sink in the corner for water. 
We won't die."

Skippy opened the refrigerator.

"Hey, there's beer in here ," he said, "and cold pizza."

'Give me some of that beer," said Elise. "We're gonna be 
down here for a while, we might as well do something 
fun."

Skippy handed her a cold bottle of beer and then grabbed 
another one for himself. He sat down at the card table 
and Elise sat down across from him. 

"Wanna play cards?" she asked him, picking up a deck.

"Sure, why not."

They played cards for a while and they drank beer. They 
played Go Fish, they played Crazy Eights, they played 
War. They were having fun and they started to get a 
little buzzed after a couple more beers. 

"Gin!" said Elise, slamming down her hand after about an 
hour. "I need another beer and I need to...oh shit1"

"What?" said Skippy

"I need to go to the bathroom," Elise said wryly, "one 
thing we don't have down here is a head..I'm going to 
have to figure out something to do."

"What about the sink?" asked Skippy.

"Maybe that would work for you but I think it would be a 
little awkward for me."

"Oh, yeah, of course. I'm an idiot."

"You're not an idiot, don't be silly," smiled Elise. I 
think I have another idea. Help me move this table."

Skippy helped her to slide the table to one side and they 
uncovered a grated floor drain in the middle of the 
concrete floor..

"Great," said Elise. "I'll pee in the drain. Go get me a 
beer."

Skippy went and fetched her the beer. She took a swig and 
then said, "You go first."

"Huh?" said Skippy, confused.

"Pee in the drain. Come on, I don't have all day."

"Why?"

"Why? Because if I'm going to take down my panties and 
pee on the floor in front of my teenaged next door 
neighbor, I'm going to make sure that he has to do it 
too. So let's go. Get that thing out and start pissing.."

Stunned, Skippy uncertainly unzipped his trousers and 
reached into his fly.

"Move it," snapped Elise, "If you don't take it out I 
will."

Skippy sheepishly fished out his penis and Elise's eyes 
grew wide. 

"Why, Skippy," she said with a funny smile. "I had no 
idea you were so gifted."

"Please don't tease me Mrs. Keaton. I know it's kind of 
big. It's really embarrassing."

"Oh, I'm not teasing a bit, and believe me, Mr. 
Mandelbaum, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about."

'Well, thank you," Skippy said, blushing.

He urinated into the floor drain. It felt good. He had 
really need to go, himself, actually. It was good to get 
it out. It took a while. 

"Damn," said Elise as he sighed and shook the last few 
drops out of his cock before stuffing it back into his 
pants. "You're hung like a horse and you piss like one 
too. Here, hold this."

She handed him her beer and then she undid her shorts.

"Here goes nothing," she said, and she casually slid them 
down, along with her panties. Skippy was agape at the 
sight of her nudity. He didn't know what to look at 
first, her bare behind, her thick, rectangular thatch of 
yellow pubic hair or at the moist, pink cleft beneath it.

She squatted over the floor drain and asked Skippy for 
her beer back. He handed it back to her, gawping openly 
at the furry, slit mound between her legs. She 
nonchalantly took a swig of her beer and began to pee. 
Skippy stared at the thick stream of yellow fluid arcing 
out from Mrs. Keaton's thick lipped vulva.

"What's the matter, you've never seen a woman take a leak 
before?" asked Elise, looking up at him with a sardonic 
smile.

"Um...actually...no, Mrs. Keaton, I haven't."

"Ever seen a woman's vagina before?"

"...um...well..."

"Magazines don't count."

"Oh. Well then...no."

"Well, get a good look then," said Elise, "God knows when 
you'll get another chance."

The stream of urine slowed to a trickle then stopped.

"Well, that's all she wrote," said Elise brightly, 
standing upright and hauling up her shorts. "Let's play 
some more cards."

Then she looked down and saw the enormous protuberance in 
Skippy's khaki slacks.

"Wow, don't tell me that thing gets any bigger or I might 
just have to leave Steven and marry you," she said with a 
grin."Hey, I've got an idea..Let's play strip poker."

"Huh? Really?

"Sure, why not? We've already seen the good stuff anyway. 
Get me another beer."

Skippy got the beer and nervously sat at the table while 
Mrs. Keaton shuffled the cards.

"Here, have a cigar," she said opening a box on the 
table. Alex keeps them for his poker games.

"No thanks, Mrs. Keaton."

"Suit yourself, then. I'm going to have one."

He lost the first three hands and he removed his shoes 
and on of his socks. Elise lost the fourth hand and she 
removed her T-shirt, revealing her naked breasts.

"Wouldn't you rather take off your shoes? Asked Skippy, 
gazing, mesmerized at her huge, pink areolas.

"Hey, would you rather look at my tits or my feet?" asked 
Elise.

"Um...tits." said Skippy.

Skippy lost again...and again...and again. He lost his 
other sock, his own shirt and his pants. He was down to 
only his underwear, which now was severely tented by his 
raging erection. Mrs Keaton was leaning forward in her 
chair, still topless, puffing on her cigar. Skippy could 
not take his eyes off her long, thick nipples. He 
couldn't concentrate on the game.

Mrs. Keaton lost a hand and shucked off her shorts, 
taking her underwear with them. 

"You only have to take off one thing," said Skippy.

"Are you complaining?"

"No."

Skippy had no concentration left at all, now. Mrs. Keaton 
was leaning way back in her chair, naked except for her 
sneakers, her legs wide apart, making sure that he could 
see the fleshy, fur-lined crease of her cunt. He lost, of 
course, and grudgingly peeled off his briefs. His dick 
stood up like a flagpole.

"My god, you've got a magnificent cock," said Elise with 
a funny grin again. "Mallory doesn't know what she's 
turning down."

"Um...thanks, Mrs. Keaton. You've got a nice...um...."

"You're damn right I do," said Elise, draining another 
bottle of beer. "I have to pee again. Wanna watch?"

"Yes."

Elise got up from her chair and went once again to the 
floor drain. She squatted and peed and and looked with 
amusement at Skippy's twitching erection.

"Damn, that thing looks like a baseball bat. Has Mallory 
ever seen that thing? I bet she hasn't or she'd be your 
girlfriend."

"No, Mrs. Keaton. Mallory's never seen it but..."

"But what?"

"I better not say. I don't want Mal to get in trouble."

"Don't worry about it. I promise that nothing you say 
will be used against Mallory. Now what do you want to 
tell me?"

She finished pissing and stood back up.

"Um...well...Mallory said she would...if I did her paper 
for her, she would..."

"She would what?"

"Give me a handjob"

Elise broke up laughing. 

"I don't think she knew what she was letting herself in 
for. Is she at least going to get naked for you?"

"It depends on the grade. If she gets a B she said she'll 
take off her top. If she gets an A she'll take off 
everything."

"Well, I hope she gets an A," giggled Elise.

"Me too." said Skippy.

"Come on," said Elise. "Help me get one of these air 
mattresses out. There's a pump around here somewhere. 
Let's get on of those things blown up so we have 
something comfortable to sit on."

Skippy helped her to drag a big blue air mattress from 
under a pile of camping gear, and Elise, sitting bare-
assed and cross-legged on the cold cement floor inflated 
it with a hand pump.

"There, " she said when she was done. "Now get comfy and 
I'll go and get a little surprise for you."

Skippy sat on the mattress and watched as Mrs. Keaton 
went to rummage around in another pile of junk on a low 
shelf. She was bending over with her back to him and he 
stared at her naked butt, and wished that he could go 
somewhere and beat off. He was afraid that he would just 
spontaneously ejaculate if he couldn't do something about 
his hard on. He had never been so excited in his life. 
Elise found what she was looking for and walked back to 
the mattress with a metal tackle box in her hands.

"This is Alex's secret box," she said, sitting down next 
to Skippy on the mattress. "He keeps this padlock on it. 
He hides this key underneath that shelf. He thinks nobody 
knows about it."

"What's inside it?" asked Skippy.

"I'll show you," said Elise.

She opened the padlock and removed it from the box. She 
flipped opened the lid and began to remove the contents.

"Here's a little doobage," she said, removing a small 
baggie with several pre-rolled joints in it. She handed 
it to Skippy.

"Fire one of those up for us, will you? There's a lighter 
in the baggie.

As Skippy put one of the joints in his mouth and 
attempted to light it, Elise removed more items.

'Here's a letter from Ronald Reagan...a picture of Alex 
when he met George Will...boring, boring...ah, here we 
go."

She held up a pair of blue, silk panties as Skippy took a 
drag on the joint and started coughing. Elise took the 
doobie away from him and took a long hit for herself.

"That's a pair of Mallory's underwear," said Elise, 
slowly exhaling. "He stole them from the hamper in her 
room, the little perv." She tossed the panties at Skippy.

"Well, now, this is new. These are mine."

Elise picked up another pair of lacy, pink panties. She 
sniffed at them.

"Yep, they're used. Little sicko."

She tossed her own undies at Skippy and took another hit 
off the joint. She regarded him with amusement as he now 
held a pair of underwear in either hand, his cock 
standing up like a barbershop pole.

"You can smell 'em if you want to." she said, smiling.

"Um..no, that's ok."

"Suit yourself. Want to see some naked pictures of 
Mallory?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. Alex is quite the little pornographer. 
You're not the only one who does papers for Mallory you 
know."

She took a thick manilla envelope out of the box.

"This is how she repays him. She lets him take pictures."

She opened the envelope and dumped out a pile of Polaroid 
photographs onto the mattress. She picked them up and 
teased him with them one by one. 

It was Mallory all right. Mallory standing in what looked 
like Alex's bedroom. She was taking her clothes off. 
Unbuttoning her shirt, standing in her bra, removing her 
bra, leaning topless against Alex's desk. Skippy lingered 
over the sight of her perky, brown-nippled little tits.

"Look how stiff her nipples are," said Elise. "She was 
enjoying this, even though she was probably complaining 
the whole time. Here, it gets better.."

More pictures. Mallory unzipping her jeans...pushing them 
down...standing in nothing but her panties...turning 
around, showing her pantied ass to the camera...facing 
the camera again, pulling down the waistband of her 
panties and exposing a thick, dark bush...pushing the 
panties down to her knees...kicking them off...standing 
naked...sitting naked on Alex's desk with her legs apart, 
showing a moist, red gash in a thicket of curly, black 
pubic hair...leaning over the desk with her ass to the 
camera, her legs apart, presenting a succulent, pink 
vulva just under the taught, tan globes of her buttocks. 
Her lush mound of pubic hair enveloped her pussy and went 
all the way up the crack of her ass to her almond shaped 
anus.

Skippy was mesmerized.

"You don't know which hole you want to stick it in first, 
do you?" taunted Elise

Skippy shrugged.

"Come on, tell me," Elise persisted, "where would you put 
that monster first?"

"Well..."

"Yes..."

"Well, neither. I'd want to go down on her first."

"Ooh, good boy, good answer," laughed Elise.

They looked at more pictures. 

"This set kept her out of summer school," said Elise. 
They shot these at the lake last July."

It was Mallory on a rowboat in the middle of a lake. She 
was wearing a blue, one-piece bathing suit.. In one shot 
she was pulling aside the crotch band of her bathing 
suit, showing her hairy beaver to the camera. In another 
shot she had the top pulled down, flashing her tits. In a 
third shot she was totally naked, lying on her back on 
the bottom of the row boat. Her legs were splayed wide 
and she was playing with herself.

"That's a good one, isn't it?" said Elise. She's really 
getting off in that picture too, I can tell. This posing 
naked for her brother really seems to turn her on. She's 
just as much a horn dog as he is."

The next picture was Mallory in the woods. She was 
wearing hiking boots and shorts and a flannel shirt.. The 
photo had been taken from behind as she walked along a 
trail. In the next shot she was squatting under a tree 
with her shorts around her ankles. She was pissing on the 
ground and giving a finger to the camera. In the next 
shot she was strolling along the trail wearing nothing 
but her hiking boots. 

"These next ones are of me," said Elise. "Sneaky little 
bastard. I had no idea."

She handed him a shot of herself and woman with brown 
hair and large breasts sunbathing topless on beach towels 
in the Keaton's backyard. They both wore only sunglasses 
and bikini bottoms and they were sipping margaritas. 

"That's Jill Taylor," said Elise, "a friend of mine. Nice 
tits, huh? I love those long, brown nipples. Those 
pictures look like they were taken from up in Jennifer's 
treehouse. We never knew the little perv was up there."

The next picture showed Mrs. Taylor, sitting up, peeling 
her bikini bottom off, revealing an enormous brown muff. 
Then she was pulling Mrs. Keaton's bikini bottom off. 
Elise was raising her butt off the towel to assist Mrs. 
Taylor.

Then Mrs. Taylor had her head buried between Elise's 
thighs. Elise had her hands in Jill Taylor's hair, 
grinding her pelvis against Jill's face.

"Hey," said Elise, shrugging wryly, "sometimes us 
housewives get bored. We need to have a little fun.

The next picture showed Mrs. Taylor sitting astraddle 
Mrs. Keaton's face. Elise was gobbling hungrily at Jill's 
furry cunt. Then they were sixty-nining with Jill on top. 
Jill had her ass to the camera and Elise had her tongue 
in Mrs. Taylor's asshole.

"This is...quite a collection of photographs, " Skippy 
said as Elise stuffed them all back into the envelope.

"It sure is," said Elise. "Would you like to do something 
about that?"

"Huh? What do you mean/"

"That poor cock of yours. If that thing gets any more 
swollen it's going to split down the middle. You can jerk 
off if you want. I don't mind."

"Really? Well, I'd feel kind of awkward."

"Oh, don't be silly. I'll do it too if you want. Wanna 
watch me play with myself?"

"Um...ok.."

Elise scooted back across the mattress to sit with her 
back to the wall with her knees up and her legs wide 
apart. She rubbed the furry crease of her pussy with one 
hand, gently massaging the soft pink flesh of her vulva.

"Come sit next to me," she said. Get a good luck and get 
yourself off."

Skippy scooted back next to her on her right. He took his 
towering pole in his hand and slowly stroked it as he 
stared between Mrs. Keaton's legs. He could smell the 
musky scent of her pussy now.

"I have an idea," Elise said coyly, "why don't we do each 
other? You do me and I'll do you."

"Um...I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry, you'll do fine. Here..."

Elise took his hand and put it on her warm, damp pussy. 

"Nice and soft, like this," she said, gently rubbing his 
fingers up and down her swollen labia. . She showed him 
how to find her hooded clit and how to tease it. Then she 
took his cock in her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Mallory doesn't know what she's missing," said Elise

She stroked his throbbing dong while he fingered her 
snatch. He was a natural at it. Amazing even. He fucked 
two fingers in and out of her while he diddled her clit 
with his thumb. 

"Oh, shit!" Elise groaned, thrusting her hips in rhythm, 
"I'm gonna fucking come already... unnhhh...."

She lifted her ass from the mattress and groaned with her 
climax.

"Whew," she sighed a few minutes later, "you deserve more 
than a handjob after that."

She fondled his enormous cock with one hand and caressed 
his heavy balls with the other. She leaned over and 
whispered into his ear, "How about if I use my mouth?"

"I'd rather use my mouth on you first," said Skippy.

"You're such a good boy" said Elise, .as Skippy crawled 
head first between her legs. He ate her pussy like he'd 
been doing it all his life. He licked in long slow 
strokes from the top of her asshole to the middle of her 
honey colored muff. He licked at the hollows of her 
thighs. He sucked her swollen, slippery clit and made her 
squirm. He sucked her little pee hole. He tongue fucked 
her cunt and she started making noises again, humping her 
pelvis against his face. He licked up and down the crack 
of her ass. He separated the soft, round cheeks of her 
ass and tongue fucked her asshole. She came again, 
quivering and twitching as she did so.

"Oh my god, Skippy," Elise said panting. "How did you 
learn how to do all that? I thought you'd never been with 
woman before."

"I watch a lot of porno," Skippy said, shrugging, "what 
else am I going to do?"

"Well, you sure learned a lot," said Elise. "Would you 
like that blow job now?"

"Not yet," said Skippy, getting up to his knees. He 
grabbed her thighs and dragged her away from the wall. He 
raised her legs so that she was now on her back with her 
ass in the air.

"First I'm gonna fuck you."

"Ooh, is the little boy next door going to fuck Mrs. 
Keaton?" Elise said playfully, hooking her knees over his 
shoulders as pressed the swollen head of his cock into 
the mouth of her warm, sloppy cunt. 

"Ooohhh!" she said more loudly as he slid the length of 
his cock up inside her creamy cooze.

"Yes, Mrs. Keaton, I am," said Skippy.

He fucked his long dick in and out of her, letting her 
dictate the rhythm, quickening his pace when she asked 
him to, speeding up even more when she began to hump her 
ass more urgently against him. He pounded her hard, his 
balls slapped against her naked behind.

She came three times in quick succession, arching her 
back off the mattress and crying out as she did so.

Skippy paused as her cunt clenched and spasmed on his 
cock. When she was done, and she relaxed once again on 
the mattress, he withdrew his slimy, glistening fuck pole 
from her cunt. He climbed astraddle her chest and poked 
it in her face.

"I'll take that blow job now, Mrs. Keaton."

Elise took his cock in her hands and then into her mouth, 
She swirled her hot tongue around his organ. She deep 
throated him while she fondled his balls.

"I'm gonna come Mrs. Keaton, get ready."

Then her mouth was full of semen, hot thick gouts of jism 
hit the back of her throat. She patiently drank his load, 
continuing to jerk him off and suck him until he was 
done. She cleaned his cock and balls with her tongue. He 
was still hard.

"Sometimes I have to come more than once before it goes 
back down," explained Skippy.

"You shouldn't be watching porno movies, you should be 
making them," said Elise, "Here..."

She pushed Skippy off her chest and then turned over and 
got up on all fours.

"See any thing you like?" she asked, wiggling her ass at 
him. 'Pick a hole, any hole."

Skippy knelt behind her. He bent to kiss her pussy from 
behind. He ran his tongue up her crack to her anus, and 
then straightened back up and inserted his cock into her 
cunt from behind. 

'You sure do taste good down there, Mrs. Keaton," he said 
as he fucked her doggy style. 

'Thank you Skippy, your cock tastes great too. I liked it 
when you came in my mouth. I enjoyed sucking it off for 
you."

"Even when I came in your mouth/"

"Especially when you came in my mouth."

"Thanks, Mrs. Keaton."

Skippy pulled his prick back out of her juicy pussy and 
poked it between her buns. He pressed his swollen knob 
against her pink, puckered anus.

"Ooh," said Elise, "I had a feeling you were going to 
pick that hole. Imagine that. Little Skippy Handelman is 
going to fuck Mrs. Keaton up the ass. Are you sure you 
can fit that great big cock into my little tiny asshole?"

"I think so Mrs. Keaton," said Skippy.

He forced the mushroom head of his dick into her 
bunghole, eliciting a groan. He eased his long, hard tool 
into her poop chute, all the way up to his nuts. 

"Wow, I guess you did get it in there," said Elise, "that 
feels nice, now lets's see what you can do with it."

He fucked her up the ass with an easy, measured gait. 
"Damn, you're good at this," said Elise. I can't believe 
Mallory hasn't given you a tumble."

She humped her butt back against him, grunting and 
panting..Skippy pounded away at her round behind. His 
balls smacked noisily against her pussy. She was coming 
again, making funny gutteral noises in her throat.

"Come for me, Skippy," she whimpered. "Shoot that nasty 
stuff up my ass."

"Yes, Mrs. Keaton," said Skippy.

A few more strokes and he obliged her, pumping spurt 
after spurt of hot ejaculate into her snug rectum. He 
collapsed on her back with his dick still inside her. 
After a few minutes he pulled his dribbling dork from her 
bung hole and rolled over, panting, onto his own back. 
Elise sighed happily and got up off the mattress. She 
found a stack of napkins on a shelf near the card table, 
and then went to wet some of them in the sink. She began 
to wipe herself between her buttocks.

"You sure do come a lot for a boy your age," she smirked 
at him, mopping up the semen which was dribbling from her 
anus. She dropped the soiled napkins on the floor drain 
then walked over to the fridge to get them a couple of 
fresh beers.

"Are you sure you've never done any of this before?" She 
asked, heading back to the mattress with the beers. "I 
have a feeling that when Mallory gets a look at that 
shlong of yours, you're going to be in for a much better 
time than a hand....why, Skippy!"

Skippy, unbelievably, had another towering erection.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Keaton. It just doesn't seem to want to 
go down today."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Skippy. You're just 
excited because it's your first time. Believe me, you're 
not going to get a lot of complaints from the ladies."

She set down the beers and knelt on the mattress beside 
him. I think we can take care of that thing," she said, 
crawling astraddle his face. She slithered down his body 
and they eased into a slow sixty-nine. Skippy leisurely 
ate her sloppy cunt while her hot mouth and swirling 
tongue worked on his cock. They climaxed together, with 
Skippy's tongue buried deep in Elise's quivering butt 
hole, her mouth sucking his twitching, squirting cock 
like a Hoover vacuum cleaner.

"Whew," panted Elise a few minutes later as they lay side 
by side on the mattress, "you should definitely try that 
tongue-in-the-asshole thing on Mallory. You'll make her 
come her brains out. It sure does the trick for me."

"Do you really think she would let me?"

"I don't think she'd object. Actually, I wonder if you 
might just be too much dick for one girl. You should 
really be doing two at a time. I might have to give her a 
hand...why, Skippy, look at that. I do believe you're 
getting another boner!"

To be continued...

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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