Well this was interesting. There was my best mate John, whose cock I used to regularly wank off in my Uni days, introducing me to his 19 year old daughter Sally, whom I'd spent most of the night fucking, while his hot wife Gemma was standing behind them wrapped only in a short towel.
"Hi Sally," I said awkwardly before reaching out to shake her hand.
"Oh don't be silly, I think we can do better than that," Gemma said from behind. "Give Simon a big hug Sal, you've not seen him for years."
Sally lunged forward and put her arms around my neck, briefly squeezing me. She smelt of sex.
"Right, let's get going Simon," said John, reminding me that we had work to do. "If we're going to get anything done today we should push on."
John and I made our way out, leaving the hot mother and daughter in the kitchen, chatting and catching up. As I left I could hear Gemma ask her daughter what she got up to last night. I could only hope she wasn't planning to tell her the truth.
It didn't take John and I long to get to mine and crack on with our planned day of DIY. We took time to chat and catch up as we got on with painting the downstairs of my house. Even after all these years he was still as grumpy as ever about his life.
"Gemma hasn't changed much," he said, looking and sounding downtrodden as we took a tea break. "She's got worse if anything. We haven't had what you might call 'normal' sex for years."
"Well what kind of sex have you had then?" I enquired, fascinated to know what 'not normal' entailed.
"Well as you probably noticed, she's kept the same figure and looks as good as she always did. So I still get really turned on by her. But she totally controls what we do and right now, her thing is that I'm only allowed to lick her pussy after she's made me watch her wank herself off with a dildo. No fucking at all. I can't even wank as I watch her. She lies naked on the bed, gets her dildo out, teases herself – she's still completely shaved down there – before putting it right into her pussy and then fucks it until she squirts."
"She squirts?" I said, by now quite hard at the rich description that John was offering.
"Really sprays sometimes," John offered in reply. "As soon as that happens I then immediately have to put my face down there and lick hard. Even if she's still squirting I have to push my tongue into her as she comes down from her orgasm. It's humiliating."
"It's fucking awesome if you ask me," I said out loud, not meaning to.
John laughed. "Well, I guess it does sound pretty good but it's all she ever makes me do at the moment. Been going on months this time. Previously she would let me at least wank off as I watched her but now it's totally about her. She's been gradually taking away any pleasure I get."
"I don't suppose you've got any..."
Before I could finish the sentence John cut me off: "No, I don't have any pictures. You don't change, as pervy as ever!"
We both laughed and then got on with a bit more painting. Poor John, having to suffer getting a faceful of his hot wife's smooth pussy. Jesus, imagine that.
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It got to the end of the day and I for one needed to stop. I'd hardly slept the previous night having fucked Sally until the small hours and I was fading quickly.
"Right, I'll drop you back John," I said as I started to tidy up.
As we pulled onto his drive John suggested I pop in for a minute: "Gemma's gone out for the day and Sally is probably at her mate's. We can have a quick beer while it's quiet."
"Yeah, sure I responded." I was only going to go back home and flop in front of the TV so why not.
John called out as he went through the door: "Gemma. Sal. Anyone?"
He even went half way up the stairs and called out again. He paused to make sure there was no reply.
"Right," he said, gesturing to upstairs, "follow me."
He still looked a bit furtive as we went into his bedroom. If I didn't know better I suspected he was in the market for some mutual wank fun. I was going to object after the horny chat we'd had earlier about Gemma.
"I was thinking we could tackle this next," he said, rather disappointingly for me, as he gestured to the walls. "What we'll do is paper this wall and paint the others, that's how Gemma wants it done."
Oh great, I thought, the last thing I wanted was to have to return the favour by doing yet more boring decorating. "Yeah, no problem, shouldn't take too long. We can do it next week, mine is more or less finished."
"Great stuff," said John. "Now let's have that beer."
"Great. I need the loo first," I said.
"Just use the en-suite there, follow me down when you're finished," replied John.
He left and I paused before using the bathroom. The room was a bit of a mess and I could see Gemma's lycra stuff on the floor. I couldn't help myself and I picked up the shorts. Still inside was a g-string, still moist even though they must have been taken off hours ago. I put them to my nose. They stank. I was rock hard. Smelling Gemma's sweat and pussy juice in the gusset of her g-string was making my cock ache. I reached down and released my cock from my jeans, wrapping my hand around it and slowly wanking it.
I knew what I wanted to do next. I looked around the floor for more undies but couldn't find any. I opened a couple of draws and found what I wanted. Gemma's underwear draw. I chose a pair of skimpy lacy panties. Perfect, I thought. I knew time was short but I had to do this. I lay on the bed and wrapped the panties around my cock, wanking myself with them and making sure the delicate fabric also tickled my balls as I stroked myself. With my other hand I put the g-string gusset right against my nose, occasionally putting my tongue out to taste her.
I so wanted Gemma. Her slim body looked even better now than in her younger days. I closed my eyes and imagined being the one that would be made to watch her squirt and then be made to push my tongue into her soaking cunt. With me she'd be different than with John. She wouldn't be able to resist my fat cock and she'd soon want me inside her, pumping my cum deep in her and making her squirt all over me as our cum and juices became one. I'd make her my fuck slut. Or maybe both of us would use John as our bitch. Her squirting in his face and me forcing him to suck my cock. Such hot, filthy images were swirling around in my head.
I had to cum. Any longer and John would be back up the stairs looking for me. I was certainly lost in the moment though and just as my cock pulsed and I could feel myself cum.
"Mmmm, yes, lovely," said a voice, quietly.
I opened my eyes. It was Sally, leant at the bottom of the bed, at cock height. I moved my hand away from my cock, startled. My cock twitched on its own, releasing another small spray of cum. She giggled as she watched it. I was horrified. Her mother's panties were still wrapped around my cock and the g-string was now resting on my chin.
Sally didn't flinch. She put her finger to her mouth to sush me and calmly moved up, giving my shaft a long wet lick. She lifted my cock up slightly and put it all in her mouth, using her tongue to lick it clean. She let it fall out of her mouth and licked her lips as she looked at me. She then used the panties to wipe up my cum and clean my now softening cock. She put my cock back in my jeans and grabbed Gemma's g-string from my face. She threw both back onto the bedroom floor and then stood up. She was dressed in a short summer dress. She lifted it up and calmly rubbed her hand over the gusset of her own white cotton panties, pushing them against her pussy, almost fingering herself with them.
Then she removed them.
"Get up," she whispered at me.
As I stood up she pulled me towards her, grabbing my hand and forcing it onto her cunt. She was soaking.
With her other hand she screwed up the panties and pushed them into my jeans pocket.
Still whispering, and now right against my ear, she said: "next time you need some panties to wank into, use mine."
She removed my hand from against her pussy and left the room.
"C'mon Simon," shouted John from downstairs, "your beer's getting warm." |
