I had just poured my second cup when she walked through the door. Fuck, she was beautiful. That bedhead, strawberry blonde hair framing her pixie face. Those bedroom eyes, button nose, red cocksucker lips. And that short nightshirt with those pink teddy bears. She was a walking wet dream.

She paused in the doorway, hands clasped at her waist. Her eyes scanned me uneasily. I was wearing my short khaki shorts and nothing else. They were a little tight across the front, and that's where I saw her gaze keep returning, lingering a little longer each time.

This was going to be interesting.

"Good morning, Melody. Hope you slept well after that long drive home. School's out for a while?"

"'Morning, Buck. Yes, two weeks, and the sorority is closed down, too." She crossed next to me, taking down a cup and filling it with coffee.

"Did you have any trouble going to sleep?" I already knew that answer, but I was baiting her.

"Not too much. Just getting used to being back in my old room."

Time to spring it. "Did you enjoy watching me fuck your mom?"

She quickly placed her cup on the counter. Her face showed the shock I expected, but her eyes couldn't meet mine, and her face turned a lovely shade of red, complimenting her hair.

"I don't know what you mean," she protested. But her eyes still would not meet mine.

"Sure you do," I continued. "Your mom really likes to fuck, and I give it to her just about every night. She loves to suck and swallow, too, but what she really craves is my cock pounding in her cooch. She's an easy cummer, too. She was really moaning last night, tossing that pussy to me. Maybe you didn't hear her, what with you busy finger-banging your own clam. Yeah, I saw you. Your mom didn't, though. She was too busy cumming for me."

I didn't think it was possible, but she got even redder. Even down the neckline of her nightshirt.

She finally looked up, her bottom lip caught between pearly white teeth. Her eyes showed embarrassment, or was she pleading? I was going to find out.

I took my time and crossed the few feet between us, watching her head tilt as her eyes remained locked on mine. I backed her against the counter, placing my hands on either side of her. I leaned forward, my chest bowing her back. Her hands moved to my forearms, holding tight.

Our faces were now inches apart. Her breath was sweet against me, her face reflecting the realization that she was in trouble.

My mouth was at her ear. I whispered, "Did you get off last night? Were you wishing it were you in there, under me, getting your little pussy pounded? Moaning, your body convulsing in orgasm after orgasm? Feeling the ecstasy wash over you when I filled you with my potent seed?"

I pulled back. Her eyes were beseeching, her breath coming quickly. Her little pink tongue licked her lips, leaving them parted. Yeah, she was ready to fuck.

I moved a hand from the counter, covering her tit. The nipple was diamond-hard. I pinched it, not too hard. She inhaled sharply, but her hand moved from my forearm to cover mine, holding it in place. Her other hand then placed mine over her other tit, using my fingers to pinch that nipple, too. A pain slut? This was just getting better and better.

"Your mom likes a little pain, too. Says it makes the sex that much better."

Then I lifted both hands and ran my fingers through her hair, pulling her face to me, crushing my mouth against hers. With her lips slightly open, I had no problem running my tongue into her mouth.

The tension went out of her as she put her hands around my neck, working her mouth against mine. Her tongue caressed mine, then followed it into my mouth. My cock was fully hard now, and I pushed it against her, letting her feel what was coming.

I moved back, my fingers still in her hair. Looking into her eyes, I said, "Let's see what's for breakfast."

The quizzical look on her face disappeared when I pressed down on her, placing her at my feet. She looked at my erection trapped in my shorts, then back up at me.

"That's right, baby, it's your breakfast. Get it while it's hot."

She timidly lowered my shorts, my cock bouncing up to greet her. Eyes wide, she licked her lips again.

"Put your hands on it; it won't bite."

She put one hand ahead of the other. "Grip it a little tighter. Like that. Now stroke it."

You would think a sorority girl would know her way around a cock. Maybe she was one of the shy ones. Well, I would take care of that.

She was staring at the tip when the precum began to form. Her head tilted slightly, a curious look on her face.

"Did I make you cum?" she asked.

"No, that's just the appetizer," I chuckled. "The main course is coming up. Lick it. You'll like it."

She looked doubtful, but her tongue snaked out, scooping the bubble from the tip, taking it in. I could see her rubbing it against the roof of her mouth, feeling the texture and taste.

"Kind of sticky and a little salty, but not much of a taste."

I butted it up against her lips. "Open up and suck it a little. I thought all you sorority girls knew how to do that."

"Not all sorority girls do," she replied. Then she opened up and moved to take the head into her mouth.

With her small mouth, it was a tight fit. "Rub your tongue on the underside. Keep stroking it."

I could feel her tongue caress me. Then, a quizzical look on her face. "You like the taste? That's your momma's pussy you're tasting."

She pulled it from her mouth, looking repulsed.

I lifted her up, hand behind her head, and started kissing her again. She forgot her reaction and enthusiastically returned mine. I slid a hand under her nightshirt and encountered a very bare and very wet pussy. I got a finger inside, my thumb on her love button. Massaging her clit and making a "come here" motion with the finger inside her brought an almost instantaneous reaction. She began humping against my palm, her tongue now stilled, as she began to moan into my mouth, breathing hard. I picked her up, shifting my arm under hers, my other holding her in a bowling-ball grip. I took her to the sunroom and laid her on the futon. I crawled over her, continuing to kiss her and massage her cooch. I used my knees to spread her thighs, bringing my weeping pussy pleaser into position. My hands lifted her thighs on top of mine. Then I rubbed my cock head up and down her lips, spreading them while continuing to massaging her clit. Her pussy was constantly oozing clam juice, and I hoped it was enough.

I notched the head between her labia and pushed. She was wide-eyed, her mouth open when I was halfway in. I pushed again, and the whole head was in. She clenched her teeth, inhaled sharply, but stayed quiet. A rocking motion got more and more of my cock into her. I could feel her stomach muscles contract with each thrust, and a squelch as I withdrew. Then I was fully seated, soaking in her hot, wet, velvet glove. Her eyes got that dreamy look, her stomach continuing to spasm. I almost regretted moving on. Almost.

"Now I'm going to give you what your mommy gets every night."

I put my whole weight on her and started fucking. Slow, shallow strokes at first. Then building up steam, longer strokes, using my hands to lift her ass, holding my pubic bone where it would rub her clit.

Like mother, like daughter. In no time she was pumping up against me, working to get that last millimeter of cock into her. Groaning deep in her throat, panting like a long-distance runner, her pussy grabbing in orgasm, letting go only for seconds before squeezing me again.

I held out for as long as possible, but the stimulation was just too much. I pushed in to the limit and filled her with my seed. With each pulsating shot, she uttered a soft, quiet "oh." Six times.

I withdrew and lay beside her. She turned toward me, and I saw the face of a well-fucked woman. A little smile played on her lips.

"You were pretty good," I said. "So, tonight you come into our room. You can eat your mother's pussy while I fuck you. Then I'll fuck her, and you can eat my cum from her cunt while she eats it from yours."

She was shocked, her mouth falling open.

And just then her mother walked through the kitchen into the sunroom and said, "This looks interesting."