(NOTE: This is part 3 of 4 parts and the incest is back)
It was easy to spot Amanda at the terminal. I know it’s a cliché but she was even prettier in person. She was wearing a simple knee length sleeveless dress with a big V opening down the chest and crisscrossing bands down the back. She seemed to have a good size bust, perhaps C cups. She was average height, slim and with a pretty face with long hair in a pony tail. Although very pretty you would have never guessed that she was a porn actress and strip club dancer. It occurred to me while we were talking that I had already seen this girl naked in every conceivable sex act, and yet here I was evaluating her as if I was seeing her for the first time.
She had greeted me warmly with a hug and we had easily fallen into a friendly chat about everything. She apologized for Marsha not being there, saying that Marsha was called away at the last minute and she happened to be free. I would later learn that Marsha had been with a client the night before who persuaded her to stay with him the next day. Amanda was in a jovial mood and took me on a scenic tour of LA before heading to their apartment north of the city. We walked in and I unpacked my luggage and went into the shower to freshen up. I had not locked the door, and on shutting off the water and pulling back the curtain found Amanda standing there with a towel and a big smile. “You don’t mind if I help, do you?” “Of course not!” I said. She wrapped the towel around me and proceeded to pad me dry, paying just enough attention to every part, including my rising erection, without emphasizing any of it. It was as if this was the most natural thing in the world for her, and her comfort and nonchalance put me at ease. I relax and let her take care of me. She finished drying me and stood up, looked into my easy and asked if I could use some relief. As she said that her hands came to my waist and then started working down and in. Before I could answer they were in my groin.
Amanda was good and knew what she was doing. She massaged my cock and balls and stroked by thighs as she slowly and deliberately sand to her knees in front of me. She her hands on my buttocks pulling me into her she put her nose to the side of my cock near the root and inhaled deeply while flicking her tongue and the shaft, then did the same on the other side. At the same time she was kneading the cheeks of my ass and working her way to the middle, her fingers sinking into the crack and squeezing as much flesh as she could scoop. My cock was hard as a rock and desperate for attention and she quickly attended to it by sucking the head into her mouth. Her lips were firm and soft all at once and her agile tongue danced in circles around the ridge. As she tightened her lips she started sucking more of my cock into her mouth while continuing the tongue massage.
The combination of sucking and licking with her head bopping up and down had me over the edge in no time. “I’m going to come!” I whispered to her and she continued her ministrations without any hesitation. Suddenly I felt my climax rise and erupt through my shift and out into her mouth with several spurts of semen that she eagerly swallowed. As my cock softened inside her oral cavity she looked up at me and grinned with her mouth still full of softening cock. This girl was unbelievable in her skill and in her comfort in giving a great blowjob as if it was a routine thing for her, and perhaps it was.
I pulled her up to me and gave her a deep kiss, licking the inside of her lips and letting my tongue probe deep into her mouth. She pushed back into my mouth as her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me harder into her. She was still dressed and as the kiss broke up I told her I wanted to taste her. She said to wait and that we had all night as Marsha would not be back till morning and she had nothing else to do.
I put on a pair of shorts and tee shirt and went into the living room. Amanda offered me a beer from the kitchen and invited me to the balcony with her. She reclined in a chaise lounging chair while I sat up in a chair and sipped on my beer. We chatted about her work and her life with Marsha. She was an exhibitionist and loved dancing and showing off her body. She actually got off on making the men in the audience horny for her. She loved to dance and titillate them. The club where she danced had a policy of not touching the dancers and no patronizing with clients. However, she was sure management knew that the regular clients had favorites that they saw outside the club and that the dancers, including Amanda, accepted some of the generous offers made by the upscale clients. Amanda had a regular clientele who called her on occasion for a rendezvous and which she gladly took them up on. They were generous to her and in return she made sure they were happy. None was too freaky for her. She did have an occasional bad experience with a new client but always managed her way through them and naturally never saw the client again. She enjoyed the sex and quite often had several orgasms during her liaisons, but more than anything she had a sense of satisfaction from making her clients happy. They were men of influence and she knew if she ever needed anything there were those who she could call on and who would come to her rescue.
As Amanda talked sometimes it seemed she was talking about herself and other time she sounded as if she was talking about both her and Marsha. As far as she was concerned Marsha was literally her mate and what she said applied to her as well. Eventually I picked up on the fact that as far as the prostitution was concerned both she and Marsha were in similar situations but each with their own set of clients. The time away from work and clients was spent together in every sense of the word. They genuinely loved each other and they devoted non-working time to one another. The sex with men was enjoyable but work none the less. To each other they were lovers in every sense of the word. Marsha had told her about her trip home and what happened between us. Because she and Marsha shared everything she felt comfortable in seducing me and looked forward to more.
We went out to dinner that evening and enjoyed a lovely meal and a great bottle of wine which we polished. Back at the apartment we naturally fell into each other’s arms and made our way to their bedroom. They had a king-size bed that Amanda and I were able to frolic on and fuck to our heart’s content. I undressed her and caressed her soft skin and firm though smallish breasts. Her nipples protruded from the cone shaped orbs and beckoned me to suck them between my lips and massage them with my tongues. I did not resist. I ran my hands over her back and down her waist, eventually unbuttoning her shorts and sliding them down her legs with her thong. She was accommodating and as the pants work down I went to my knees and buried my face in her crotch. She stepped back to the bed and sat back while holding my head and pulling me into her. I feasted on her soft flesh and sweet nectars enjoying the feel and the smell and the taste and sounds of sucking on her lips and clit. The clit protruded even more than her nipples, to my delight the largest I had ever seen and I loved feasting on it and bringing her to a boisterous climax. Amanda loved to yell and I was completely uninhibited as I later learned. She loved sex and loved her orgasms and had no qualms with others hearing her no matter who they were.
After she calmed down I crawled up on the bed next to her and enjoyed a leisurely fuck while lying on our sides facing each other. We came together and fell asleep in each other’s arms. We must have disengaged in the middle of the night. I woke up in the early morning with her back to my front spoon fashion with my right arm over her waist and my hand cupping a breast. My cock was nestled in the crack of her ass and getting hard from the stroking on my side and buttocks. But wait, those could not be her arms stroking me and kneading my flesh. I shook the cobwebs and opened my eyes to the dim outside light as I came to the realization that we were not alone. I rolled away a little and turned my head. Behind me and was Marsha with the biggest grin.
“Welcome to LA Lover!” was all she said as she locked her lips to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, pushing hard into her with my hand still cupping Amanda’s breast and my cock still touching her buttocks. Marsha’s hand reached over in search of my member, looking for that which had given her joy back home. She insinuated her hand between Amanda and I and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I moaned into her mouth and told her I could not last long like this. Amanda, sensing what was going on, turned a little towards us and whispered “Hi Sweetie” then dug her head and shoulder deeper into the pillow. Marsha smiled and rolled me towards her, putting me on my back, then squatted above me and impaled herself on my pole. Her cunt was slick and offered no resistance to my cock. The slickness was more than her natural lubrication could account for and I realized that it was full of spunk and that I was getting sloppy seconds. In its own weird way it felt wonderful and I was not complaining. At that point Amanda turned around and threw her left arm over my chest, making soft whimpering noises as she snuggled up to me. Marsha started alternating back and forth and up and down movements on my cock with her hands on my shoulders right above Amanda’s arm. She was doing her best to stimulate her clitoris on my groin without waking Amanda up, and for all appearances she succeeded. I played with Marsha’s tits and nipples while she continued to focus on fucking me. It took a lot of concentration on her part to be able to climax on top of me without waking Amanda, but that is precisely what Marsha did before collapsing on my other side.
My cock was still hard and Marsha, on resting, realized that she had gotten me excited with no relief. She nuzzled up to me, took my cock in hand, and whispered the question in my ear.
“Do you want to come. lover?”
“Yes, I do”
“Would you like me to bring you off like this?
“Do want me to keep stroking you up and down?” (Said as she nibbled on my ear)
“Yes!” I answered in a pleading tone.
“Didn’t you come already tonight with Amanda?”
“Not since you’ve been home and you just made me horny as hell”
“So how come you’re not turning around and stuffing it into her again?”
“Probably for the same reason you’re not still at your client’s house getting pumped full of his sperm”.
She let out a big hearty laugh. “Touché! I deserved that for teasing you so hard.” She bent her down toward my crotch.
“Speaking of hard, Ummm!” and she engulfed the head of my cock in her warm mouth. Acting like she could not get enough, she started moving her head up and down on my cock while she sucked in her cheeks to completely surround and massage the most sensitive parts while also twirling her tongue around the tip. I had already experienced her fantastic blowjob but this was a sudden reminder of how good she really is. Imagine the cock in a washing machine that is just the right size for it agitating on the gentle cycle and you start to get an idea of all the motions and sensations that I was experiencing. Marsha was an expert cock sucker and very eager. She was inhaling the mixed aroma of her cunt and Amanda’s cunt with deep breaths as if this was the most wonderful fragrance in the world, and to her it might well have been as I knew it was to me. I loved the aroma of her cunt and loved the different but equally intoxicating aroma of Amanda’s cut and could very well imagine what the two together would be like.
It took no time for me to climb to my peak and to explode in her mouth. One jet of warm white liquid after another was eagerly swallowed with her big eyes staring at me and the outlines of a grin around my cock pumping into her throat. She left no doubt that she enjoyed the blowjob and loved swallowing my cum. She moved up and down a few more times, with her hand in close pursuit of her lips, and her fingers on the underside of my cock squeezing the cum out of my tube on every upstroke until she milked every last drop out of me. She slowly let the softening prick fall out of her mouth, making a plop sound as it left her lips and letting it fall onto my stomach. With a big smile she crawled up on my body until she was prone on top of me and her lips were touching mine. She opened her mouth and engulfed my tongue and everything else she could suck in. She still had the buttery taste of my semen all over her mouth. I sucked on her lips and sucked in her tongue savoring the taste and feel of her mouth on mine. A few minutes later, with lips tongue sufficiently worked, she rolled off of me to my right side. Only then did I remember Amanda and realize that her arm was still over my chest. I looked at her and she was smiling as she nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
We both went to sleep. When I opened my eyes later in the morning it was Marsha who was still sleeping next to me. Amanda was up and out of bed. I looked at Marsha and started stroking her hair. She opened her eyes and smiled.
“Good Morning” she said in a soft voice.
“Good Morning to you sweetie. It has to be a good morning with you lying next to me. How are you feeling?”.
“Good. Really good”. She sighed and nuzzled up to me. “It had been a bad night until I came home. You made it all better.”
“How bad was it?”
“Are you sure you want to hear the gory details?”
“Yes. I want to hear everything about. I’m always turned on by sex stories so to hear them from you multiplies the excitement.”
“It doesn’t make you jealous? I always assumed the Older Generation would have great difficulty with the openness of my generation.”
“There is a lot you have to learn about the Older Generation. I ‘m beginning to suspect the stories will shock you. Suffice to say there is nothing you have done or thought of doing that we haven’t been through, and that includes me and your mother so on with last night. What happened?”
“I had a date with someone who was referred by a regular client. This client is very important and very generous to me, so I don’t ever want to disappoint him. That’s why I didn’t meet you at the airport. I hope Amanda being there didn’t disappoint you.”
“Not at all. In fact I was glad for the chance to get acquainted with her”.
“I bet you were” she said with a big grin. “So I go to this guys hotel room and find he has another guest there. I assumed we would be cool and casual until his friend left. Instead, as we were sipping our drinks, they brought up a threesome. We talked and they assured me that they would considerate and generous. I agreed to do it. After a strip dance I helped Bob – my client’s friend – out of his clothes while his friend Joe got himself naked. So there I was on the couch between the two of them and stroking both cocks as one kissed me then the other. They worked their way to my breasts and it felt wonderful. I was beginning to feel like I made a good decision when Bob pulled me up to his lap wanting to straddle him. I did and lowered myself on his cock and started to move around a bit. Suddenly I felt this finder with a minimum of lubrication poking me in the ass. I had forgotten about Joe, and he was now reaching for my anal passage. I usually prepare myself for anal play and told Joe I wasn’t prepared for him. He just said not to worry and put the head of his cock to my opening.
I knew it was going to be rough taking him like this, and feared that I wasn’t clean enough. Sure enough it hurt, and between the pain and the anxiety about my cleanliness I lost all my sexual excitement and felt that I simply wanted to get this over with and go home. The kept pumping into me for a while until Bob blew his load in my pussy. As Bob pulled out also came in my ass. I got off them and ran into the shower and scrubbed myself down, making sure to get the water as deep into my vagina as I could. Thank God the shower had a hose and smallish handle that I could fit into my pussy, although I have to admit it wasn’t the most pleasant feeling. I came out of the shower to find Bob waiting for me. He wanted another round and after some resistance we all agreed to one more round but with no anal and only after they both hit the shower. They did, one at a time while the other tried to smooth my feathers. Eventually I felt better but not great. They each had one more fuck in my pussy but I couldn’t come. After they finished I got up and came home to find you hear to kiss away my pain”.
“I ‘m glad I could do that.”
“I must have still been full of come. Didn’t that bother you?”
“Not at all. I’ve tasted come before and it I don’t mind it.”
“Wow. There is a lot I have to learn about you.”.
“So do you feel like getting up or do you want to sleep some more?”
“No, I want to get up and spend as much time as I can with you. I also want to hear your stories.”
“OK, but if you’re looking for anything about your mother, forget it. She’s going to have tell her stories herself or give me an explicit green light.”
“That’s OK. I’ll get them out of her, but for now I want to hear your stories.” She said with a grin, “Especially how you got to taste cum” as the grin got bigger.
I laughed. “OK, I can tell you some stories about that although there is nothing special. It was no different than what we did last night. However, I may have a kinky tale or two to excite you with.”
“I can’t wait. First let’s go find Amanda and see what she’s up to.”
Amanda was in the kitchen and greeted both of us with a big smile and bubbly “Good Morning sleepy heads. I figured I’d let you sleep in after the workout you two had.”
Marsha laughed. “I’m sure it hardly compares to the workout you gave him. You didn’t leave him with much energy, which by the way I’m glad for because my puss was sore after the date.”
“Not a good date, huh?”
“I’ll tell you about it later. Now let’ figure out what we’re going to do today. You’re working tonight, right?”
“No, I worked out a switch with another dancer. Let’ just make it a leisurely day and do whatever John feels like doing.”
After thinking about it for a minute I asked them if there was any shooting going on at the studio. They discussed it for a minute and decided to give me a tour of the place and of the club where Amanda danced.
After a leisurely breakfast and separate showers (because we knew we’d never get out of the house if we showered together, we hit the road for the studio. It was set up in a warehouse where filming and distribution were all done at the same place, with house interiors built inside the warehouse. We walked around and saw the set up but nothing was being filmed that day. We did browse through some of the stock and library titles with Marsha and Amanda pointing out their favorites and reminiscing about filming. It was an eye opener to realize that this was a job like any other. One surprise was meeting Sue the fluffer. Sue’s job is to keep erections up in between filming. I asked her how she got into it and she said she just loves cock and loves sucking men off and is very good at it, but she does not want to be filmed. Over a cup of coffee she admitted that she is sometimes called upon to lick a pussy to get the fluids going but does not think of herself as bisexual as she never has sexual trysts with women outside work. What she loves most is swallowing semen but since she does not want to be filmed she never gets to do it on the job. In her personal life she likes to get screwed in her pussy (or ass) and to take the ejaculation in her mouth, and she needs that on almost a daily basis after spending the day sucking cock without the reward (except financial, which seems pretty good). Marsha and Amanda said Sue was very popular with the guys and sometimes coaches the girls on blow job techniques. Neither of them had experienced her talented mouth as they have no problem getting their juices going, but they looked at each and smiled as they admitted that, perhaps to indicate they are thinking about it.
Other people at the studio were profession and busy. It just seemed like a any other business except for the porn videos all over the place. Everyone was friendly and acting naturally, and that put us at ease. I enjoyed the talks and the banter and pretty much forgot where I was. After a couple of hours we left and headed for a late lunch and then the dance club. There was a light afternoon crowd but a couple of the customers were excited to see Amanda and disappointed when she told them she wasn’t dancing tonight. We took a table in the back and the girls all came by at one point or another, all of them warm and friendly. Some of them were encouraged by Amanda to sit in my lap and squirm around, a couple of them doing the whole lap dance routing while chatting with the girls. Needless to say my cock was rock hard constantly straining against my pants, which did not go unnoticed and was even commented on. One of them also did a lap dance in Marsha’s lap and they ended up in a long sexy kiss. It was obvious the two were not strangers to each other.
After a couple of drinks we left for home. A long walk in the park and a leisure dinner brought us up to the evening. I was comfortable with both girls and at one point they started pressing me to move out here to manage their affairs. The thought was very tempting and in the days to come I would give it more consideration. However the evening was beckoning for now and I had been too excited during the day to let it pass. I was wondering what was going to happen and where I was going to sleep but I didn’t need to. When we came back after dinner Marsha got us three beers from the fridge while Amanda went to change her close. Marsha came back, put the beers on the table and sat next to me on the couch, nuzzling up to me and stroking my neck and chest. She whispered that she was really looking forward to the three of us together and wondered if I liked the idea. I assured her that I did and that I very much loved her more than ever and was quite taken by Amanda. Marsha and I locked lips in an extended passionate kiss while our hands roamed all over each other. In the middle of it I felt Amanda come into the room and approach me. She spread my knees apart and knelt between them, undoing my zipper and working my pants down with a lot of help from Marsha and from me. With our shirts still on Amanda reached for my cock and leaned into my crotch to take the rising prick into her mouth. Marsha and I alternated kissing and watching.
I let one hand reach for Amanda stroking the back of her neck and head while she slowly working on my shaft. My other hand was still busy with Marsha’s back and shoulders. It was time to get the girls undressed so I turned a little towards Marsha making sure not to dislodge Amanda and Proceeded to lift her shirt up over her head. She was not wearing a bra and my mouth was immediately drawn to her tits. I kissed them and sucked them for long minutes while she stroked by neck and shoulders. Amanda kept working slowly on my cock but already I was begging to wonder how I would last. I need to slow things down so I turned my attention to Amanda and pulled up her blouse. Marsha commented that both girls were no topless while I was still bottomless and that it was time we all shed the rest of our cloths. As we did we settled back on the couch with the girls on either side of me or my fingers stroking both pussies. They were both bald but there was quite a contrast between them, Amanda’s being fleshy and soppy wet with juices. Marsha’s was tighter with smaller lips and, while wet, not dripping like Amanda. I brought the fingers of my right hand up to my face to smell and taste Amanda, then did the same with my left hand. Again, I found them to be similar but still different. The girls were curious which one I liked better but I could not make up my mind. Both were delicious.
While this was going on both girls were stroking my cock and keeping it hard. After a few minutes I told I wanted to make them come. I leaned into Marsha and she moved out of the way for me to lie down, then got up and straddled my head facing towards my cock. As she was doing that Amanda also stood up and helped me get my legs on the couch, then she in turn straddled me facing Marsha. I could not see anything but could feel them embrace and kiss as I ran my hands up Marsha’s body and along Amanda’s legs. There was warm tender flesh everywhere I touched. My tongue worked its way to Marsha’s clit and then back and forth along her slit all the way to her ass. I loved rimming her and feeling her pussy on my mouth and nose. I worked her clit over, alternating sucking and licking but keeping a steady rhythm with Amanda riding my cock. She was doing a good job of it too, sometimes sliding back and forth just enough to work my cock in and out, other times moving her ass off of me and back down again all to a steady beat. With hands busy and stifled moans, both girls it seemed were more focused on their own pleasure and on each other, but I wasn’t complaining.
My orgasm was building and I knew that I would be squirting my cum inside Amanda sooner than I would like. Hell, what I would like is to stay forever straddled by their legs and to die suffocating in Marsha’s crotch. Her juices were flowing into my mouth and all over my face and I loved the taste and the aromas. I could also feel wetness in my crotch as Amanda’s juices all poured out. Both girls were getting worked up, moving faster and rubbing their crotches into me a little harder. I was also getting into it while trying had to hold off my pending orgasm. The stifled moans were getting louder and more urgent as were their motions. My cock was getting more rigid with my spunk building up inside. I knew I would soon blow and I thought I would lose the battle to have them cum before me, but at the very last possible instant when I could no longer hold out I felt Marsha’s body go rigid and change from long deliberate strokes to urgent rubbing on my face. Her hands stopped moving as she held onto Amanda very tightly, and that seemed to trigger Amanda’s eruptions for I suddenly felt a gush or warm fluid wash over my cock and balls and felt Amanda go rigid and spasm around my cock. That did me in and I erupted inside her. Thus we sat for a seemingly endless few seconds slowly vibrating are crotches into whatever they were touching, draining our pent up passions and creamy fluids and waiting for the wave of pleasure to be over. We had all cum together in an incredible orgasm and we were all as high as a kite from it.
We spent the rest of the evening talking and fondling one another while doing much damage to the wine supply. We stayed in the buff, taking turns kissing and touching, each getting more than a fair share of the other two. I loved their company and being around them. We laughed and shared stories. The girls would told me this was the best fuck they each had ever enjoyed. Coming from a pair of pros this was the ultimate compliment. Compliments like that, whether true or not, had me agreeing to anything they wanted, and by the time we all fell asleep they had both prevailed on me to move to California to manage their careers and affairs. When I considered all my options and all life’s possibilities I knew the answer was obvious. I would go home and pack up my belongings and move to California.
We had all agreed that Marsha would refrain from telling her mother what to her was exciting news. Marsha was giddy with the thought that her step father, who she got along great with and cared as deeply for as he did for her, was following her to California to be with her. A part of her desperately wanted to share this news with her mother, but we all worried that Mary would not take it will. We did not give her enough credit. When I got back she picked me up at the airport and we went to dinner. I told her about my trip pizza and bottle of wine, leaving out nothing except the most graphic details. She asked about the sleeping arrangements and I told her that the guest bedroom stayed unused as we all slept in one king-size bed.
“I always knew you had it in you. I could not keep up with you when we were married and I doubt that two young energetic women would have gotten the better of you. I’m happy for you John”.
“Mary, there is more. The girls want me to move to California to manage their careers.”
I held my breath waiting for Mary to have a fit. Instead she was thoughtful for a few seconds and then it was my turn to be shocked.
“Sweetheart, I think that would be wonderful and I would be forever grateful if you took them up on it.”
“Are you serious or being sarcastic?”
“No, I’m very serious. Look Marsha has chosen what to do with her life and I can’t stop it or change it no matter how much I want to. She is a fully grown adult woman and I love her no matter what, but I also worry about her and would feel a lot better if you were there watching over her.”
“So you’re not upset that I’m having sex with her.”
“No, of course not. Why would think that? “
“Because I doubt there is another mother out there who would not mind having her ex husband sleep with her daughter. Mary you are an exceptional woman. Always were.”
She put her hand on mine and smiled “Thank you John, and you are an exceptional man. I’ve been very lucky to have you in my life.”
“As have I. What do you say we go back to my house for a nightcap?”
“You just came back from spending a week with two horny sluts and you’re ready for more?”
“Only with you. No matter how much sex I have there is always something there for you Mary.”
Back at the house I opened another bottle of wine and we headed for the bedroom. We slowly undressed each other and lied down on the bed. I was propped up on an elbow leaning over her, alternating between sips of wine and running the tips of my fingers along her curves and nipples. Her hands were busy between my chest and my crotch, making slow passes on my stomach, around my nipples and back down to my cock. She moved her fingertips along the now rigid shaft while my fingers dove into her vet an soft snatch. I love the feel of an excited cunt and all the lips and folds of flesh, and especially love Mary’s cunt. I ran my fingers along her clit until she started breather hard then down the slot and into her vagina. I slowly pushed it in, curling it to massage the soft, spongy tissue of her g-spot. She was breather herder now as my finger drove deeper, feeling around the small hard dome of her cervix and moving the tip of my finger past it. I couldn’t go to the end which even my longer than average cock was unable to find.
I knew every fold and crease in Mary’s cunt but never tired of feeling it or looking at it or tasting and smelling it. Now however I simply wanted to keep playing it with my fingers until she came. I stroked in and out of her vagina while my thumb circled her clit. Her breathing harder and faster as a few soft hums escape her lips and her pussy became wetter. She was drenched in pussy juice and the aroma of her cunt filled the room. I was inhaling it with deep breaths as my fingers speeded up and her breathing became erratic. Suddenly she clutched my hand and pulled it deep into her, at the same time lifting her crotch to press hard against my palm. She had several spasms as her release washed over her.
It took a few minutes for her to be able to talk again, and the first thing she said as she pulled me onto her was “Please John, I need you inside me. Please!” I was hard and ready. I slid over her and positioned my cock at the entrance. It was a familiar and comfortable place to be. She rubbed the inside of her thighs along my body, moving her knees up and back down again and again, urging me with her moans and with word to please push it in. I wanted to work her up some more, and deliberately let my cockhead miss the mark and slide up along the slot and over her clit. She sighed in frustration and then in shock from the overwhelming sensations of a sensitive clit, but she pressed her crotch into me and held it there. I slid back down, pulled away a little and repeated the same maneuver. She was now begging me to fuck her and finally when I thought she had had enough I let the head of my cock slip into her vagina.
My cock became engulfed in Mary’s cunt which fit me like a glove. She is not as tight as Marsh but it wraps nicely along my cock without being loose anywhere. The cockhead drove past the cervix which I could feel. As was the case with my finger this was the only protrusion or obstacle in its path. I slid all the way in, our pelvic areas touching each other and staying there enjoying the warmth. We stared into each other’s eyes smiling and content in a love born of familiarity and genuine fondness for one another. I slowly moved my crotch in circles, trying to impart a massaging motion to her clit. She signed and alternated pressing herder and pulling back. All this time my cock held steady in her vagina enjoying the warmth and the spasms of her cut walls around it. She seemed to be getting warmer, undoubtedly a function of her flowing juices bathing my rigid organ. As much as I had ejaculated this past week, including a powerful one this morning before I started my journey home, I still had a lot more for Mary and it was rising in my shaft. She too was building up to another powerful orgasm and I decided to let go and let it flow. I stopped trying to hold back and started a pumping motion with my pelvis hitting her pubic bone very hard. Her moans got louder and louder with each bang and she started pumping back frantically lifting her ass off the bed as her hands clutched my arms and her feet came up to my ass pulling me harder and harder into her desperate for release from the building pressure. The intensity of the fuck overwhelmed me and I banged at her with all my might as she screamed for me to fuck her harder for God’s sake. She repeated over and over “God yes Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me” as she her pumping picked up even more speed. I did my best to ride the wave of her approaching orgasm but it was all I could do to stay in the saddle. She banged her crotch into me in a sporadic rhythm that I could barely keep up with and then went stiff while yelling “God Yes Yes Yes I’m coming God Yes Fuck Fuck Fuck …”. She squeezed her eyelids shut as her body jerked on my cock, and that was all I could hold out for as my come came squirting out of my cock to fill the void at the end of her tunnel. I collapsed on top of her and she held onto me tightly moaning and whispering my name over and over. It was one of the most intense fucks Mary and I had ever had, and only then did it sink in that she really did not mind the sex with her daughter or the fact that I was following her to California.
Not only was she happy for me, but she would later admin to pangs of jealously fleetingly passing through her mind. Pent up desires, long subdued or suppressed, were beginning to bubble up to the surface and Mary would confront them on her visit a few months later.
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