It had been our dream to run a Bed and Breakfast Inn, and, after we had toured the house, in spite of the behavior of the real estate agent, we bought it and immediately began to refurbish it. The house came with an attic full of near-perfect victorian furniture, which we were determined to use. The only problem was getting the pieces out of the attic and into each of the upstairs bedrooms. As both myself and my wife discovered, there was something about the attic that led us to some bizarre behavior, freaking out my prudish wife, but not to the point of passing on the house.

Kelly, after her lesbian/threesome experience, had told me that, although she did kind of like it, not to expect it again. I agreed, in spite of the rise it got out of me, that I would behave myself. Every time I entered the attic for another piece of furniture, I had a near overwhelming desire to run downstairs, bend Kelly over the kitchen counter and fuck her silly. Knowing that I would get absolutely nothing accomplished, I held my libido in check.  

After a month of feverish work we had two bedrooms completed and ready for guests. We got a phone call from a single mother who, along with her daughter, was coming to town to real estate shop. We booked her into the Queen Victoria room which had floral wallpaper, a queen size bed (of course!) as well as a single bed, dressers, and  mirrors and an adjoining bath,

When the Downings arrived, I took their bags upstairs, showed them around and let them know that I would be working on the other, unfinished areas of the house during the day while they were out. Alice, the mother, was a tall ash blonde, professional in appearance, and rather reserved. Meg, her sixteen-year-old daughter was a typical teen, with her face glued to her phone.  

A relaxed dresser, she wore form-fitting jeans and a loose-fitting tee shirt, her flaxen hair tied in a french braid almost halfway down her back. I left them with a lot of information about touristy stuff they might enjoy, time permitting. Alice thought she might have some time for that, but more than likely, Meg would get more use out of it.

The next morning, they came down for breakfast, Alice in a business suit and Meg in a lacrosse jersey and cut-offs. After finishing, Alice stated that she would be spending all day with real estate brokers and admonished Meg not to monopolize all of our time, or spend all day on the phone with her boyfriend.

Meg's response?

"Yeah! Whatever!"

Alice left, followed by my wife Kelly, who had to go to the nearest big-box store to buy more supplies, leaving me alone with Meg.

After an awkward minute of silence, I tried to make small talk. "So, how long have you and your boyfriend been seeing each other?"

"About two weeks. Mom hates him!"

"After only two weeks? That's not much time to form an opinion." I replied. "Why does she hate him?"

"Cuz he's a guy." she said, "And all he wants is to fuck me."

 A little taken aback by her directness. "And how can she be so sure?"

 "Cuz he's a guy! And she hates guys!"

 "So, what do you think? Does he just want to get in your pants? Or does he actually like you? Does he treat you with respect, or treat you like shit."

  "I dunno!"

 I decided to end the conversation there, especially since we were getting personal and I was getting aroused.  "Well, I have some work to do in the attic. Maybe I'll see you at lunch."

 "Yeah. Maybe," she said, picking up her phone and texting God knows who, probably her boyfriend...

I went upstairs and got to work cleaning up another antique for use in another bedroom, fighting the urges that happen every time I went up into the forbidden space. It was more difficult today, perhaps because of our guests. Alice was a very good looking woman and I found myself imagining what she would look like naked... on her knees... sucking my cock.

Just as I was about to give in to my urges and slide my hand into my pants, the attic door opened. There was Meg, silhouetted in the doorway.

 "I got bored, so I thought I'd come up and help," she said as she stepped into the room, stood right in front of me.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly and fished out my boner.

"What about your boyfriend?" I groaned as my hands dropped to her head.

 Popping off my spit soaked cock, she replied, "What boyfriend?" just before sucking my left nut into her mouth.

I knew I should stop. After all, these were paying guests. But I didn't! I just rolled my hips, letting her feast on my manhood. This went on for a good minute or two, Meg alternating between my shaft and my nuts. Suddenly, she stopped, pulling her shirt over her head.

Seeing my puzzled look she said, "Don't want cum stains on my shirt. Mom will want to know where they came from!"

As suddenly as she stopped, she started again. gobbling me up. All of me! My pubic hair tickled her nose.

It was too much. It had been too long since the first attic fuck and I was more than ready.

Firmly holding her head in my hands, I growled, "Gonna cum!"

With that, I grunted as I pumped three good sized dollops of sperm past her tongue and down her throat.

Letting my cock slip out from between her lips, she looked up at me, smiled, and said, "Don't tell me you can't do more! I'm still horny and it's my turn!"

Smacking her on the cheek with my still hard cock, I replied as I helped her to her feet. "Does this look like it's not ready to you?"

Shucking her cutoffs and panties, she knelt down on the fainting couch, fingering herself she answered back, "Does this look like it's not ready, either?"

I quickly stripped, mounted her and began fucking the little vixen with long, slow, deep strokes, my hands cupping her small, but full breasts, capped by swollen, puffy nipples. A couple of minutes passed in sweaty silence, the only noise emanating from her crotch as my cock filled her, then withdrew, filled and withdrew. 

"God, that feels good!" she moaned as I plunged deep, my fingers pinching and pulling at her breasts. "Ohhh! Fuck, yes!" 

Her fingernails were digging into the fabric of the fainting couch, punctuating her moans as I  rocked in and out of her tight, teen pussy. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as she squeezed my cock with her cunt. 

"Cum for me!" she pleaded.

I felt as if I was not in control, my hips rocking back and forth all on their own.  

"Inside you?" I asked. "Won't you get... "

 "Yes! Fill me!" she moaned. "I need it!

Grunting like an animal, I shot her full of warm sticky cum! I shuffled back on my knees, looking down at her drooling slit., slid down and turned so her leaking cunt was right in front of my face. I lowered my face to her blonde bush, tongue extended. The first swipe ran the length of her creamy slit.

She moaned, her thighs clamped tight to my ears. "Ohhhh fuck!" 

Sucking her tender moist lips into my mouth, tasting both her and myself. The deeper my tongue probed, the more of our combined juices flowed into my mouth and the closer she got to cumming.

My assault continued, my hands clutching her hips, my nose tickling her clit as my tongue rasped in and out of her teenage cunt. Finally, she stiffened, wailing as her orgasm swept over her. Pushing my head away, she curled up tight,  her body in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

 "Ohhh fuck! That was amazing," she said as she sat up. Leaning forward she gave me a kiss, licking up the remnants of her creampie off my lips and beard.  Gathering up her clothes, she headed for the door. "We need to clean up! Don't want my Mom to smell me on you, do you?"

As we descended to the second floor, she seemed to realize what had just transpired.

"What the fuck just happened?" she said, shielding her nakedness from me.

Standing there, still sporting a hard-on, I replied. "You aren't the first person to fall under the attic's spell."

"I can't wait until tomorrow!"