The next time I saw Elle, she was married, and hubby was constantly up her ass, and not in a good way. He was a control freak and kept her to himself. He even went so far as to take her car keys when she got home. They came to visit us at Christmas time. Elle had made cookies and wanted to bring them to us as a way of saying thank you for the hospitality we had showed her those few years ago. She was also looking for some future escape time.
Having deemed us “safe”, hubby allowed her to visit once a week. She came to get away from him and to see us. On one such visit, my wife and daughter were, once again, gone for the day. Elle just walked in like she owned the place, called out our names, and when I responded, she followed my voice to the computer room. She said, “Looking at porn again, huh?”
I stammered an answer, “N-n-no.”
“Bull Shit!” she retorted.
Jesting with her now, “How can you be so sure anyhow?”
With a knowing smile, “You’re blushing and won’t look me in the eye. Let me see what you were looking at and then we’ll delete it so mom doesn’t know.”
I didn’t need any more blackmail-able shit hanging over me, but I didn’t see where I had a choice. I opened the website, and showed her the scenes that so turned me on. There were girls in 69’s, two girls and one guy, girls snow-balling, and girls giving deep blowjobs.
She drew in a sharp breath, exhaled and started in on me, “What the hell?! Doesn’t mom give you enough? Is it that bad that you need to turn to this shit?”
I retorted, “Damn you Elle, that little show you gave me a few years ago was almost too much. Besides, mom and I have been drifting apart and I’m still human. If she won’t give it to me, I need stimulation from some where. It’s not like I’m actually cheating on her.”
Sensing a chink in my armor, she ran her sword right in it, “When do you expect them back?”
“What do you mean?”
Exasperated, “It was a simple question. When – do – you – ex – pect – them – back?”
With a sigh, “Not till ten or eleven tonight; they’ve gone to Philly for a baby shower and I stayed here because I had to work OT today.”
Now an even bigger smile spread across her face, as she twisted the sword just a little, “So… you wanna see that ring again?”
“And if I say no.”
More twisting, “I’ll know you’re lying.”
My turn to probe, “And is that where the fun ends?”
In a controlling tone, “Honey, that’s where the fun begins. Look, my hubby has kept me cooped up for the past few months after he caught me with my ex-girlfriend. He said the only way I could be with her was to be with him also, and she isn’t in to guys. So, now that I’ve flown away for the night, I’m gong to get some. You just happened to be home and I KNOW you want some of this.”
She finally started to wear me down as I replied, “Fine, I’d love to see that piercing again.”
She pulled her sweats down, revealing a chartreuse thong. I could see the ring’s outline in the tight fabric as it strained against her tight body. It appeared to be a size too small, a perhaps a little uncomfortable. I asked her, “It looks like your thong might be a bit too tight; how about I help you out of them?”
Her too quick reply, “Would you please?”
As I removed her swatch of clothing, my nose detected her musky scent and her thong was beyond damp in my hands. My tongue thirsted for her fountain of youth and I wasted no time as I dropped her thong to the floor. My hands cupped her ass cheeks as I pulled her to me while I dropped to my knees before her. My face became buried in her crotch, head bent upwards at the neck as she spread her legs, revealing her swollen, slippery lips to my searching tongue. I was rewarded with her nectar as my tongue plied her depths, searching for the source of her fountain.
I briefly stopped, and motioned to the computer chair; watched her sit on its edge, with one leg up over the arm spreading her pussy before me. I returned to my feast, as I could now more comfortably engage it. Her scent was intoxicating me and her hands applied increasing pressure on my head as she got off on my tongue’s actions. Her breathing was ragged as she came, soaking the chair along with my face. I continued feasting on desert she presented me and didn’t stop until she told me to.
She grabbed my hand and led me to the basement where she used to live and, finding a bed there, threw me down and began undressing me. I lie there, allowing her to strip me nude, while my hands searched out her nubile body. She was nigh on 23 now, but still had the body of an 18 year old. Her mind was a slutty as they come, but that suited me just fine. She mounted me and rode me like the cowgirl she thinks she is and brought herself to another orgasm.
Before I could cum, I went back down on her freshly fucked pussy, and feasted once again on her nectar. Her pussy was more fun to eat than to fuck, hell it’s like that with most women for me. As I brought her to one more orgasm, she begged me to fuck her again and then to cum on her tiny tits; she wanted to finger paint.
My throbbing soldier assaulted her pussy once more as I fulfilled her request. I felt my cum boiling and pulled out, gave it a few jerks and spewed my paint all over her tits, neck and face. She proceeded to rub her hands and smear my cum all over her upper body and face, making some absurd claim about its therapeutic moisturizing properties.
I asked Elle, “Would you like to shower with me? I know there’s only one guy here, but I’m hoping that I will be enough for you.”
With cum on her lips she replied, “What are we waiting for?”
In the hot shower, water beating down on us, we scrubbed each others backs, and other body parts. While in the shower, my cock returned to life in her mouth, and then as I was scrubbing her back, it kept seeking out her ass. She looked over her shoulder and said, “Quit teasing me! Fuck my ass, or get the hell out of the shower!”
I got out and retrieved the KY and a condom. I returned and she said with a pouty lip, “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”
My enthusiastic reply, “Hell yes, I still want you. I just wanted to get the right tools for the job. You wanna help me wrap it up?”
Her mouth skillfully applied the condom after I lubed her ass up with the KY. Bending her over so she could hold on to the handicapped bar, I slowly inserted my soldier, at full attention, as far into her ass as I could go. Her moans filled the bathroom as I violated her asshole. Her moans and groans of pain and pleasure were the rhythm to which I kept pace as I stroked in and out of her tight ass. Her impending orgasm attended by her screams was deafening. As her orgasm subsided, I felt mine building, and then filling the condom, full. She removed my condom and slaked her thirst for my cum, proclaiming it quite delicious.
We were so into ourselves that we didn’t hear my wife and step-daughter had come home. My wife was standing just outside the door as I enter her pussy one last time and she once again moaned as my cock bounced off her cervical wall. I pounded her and myself to a massive orgasm and then we turned the water off. Just then, the shower curtain flew open and my wife’s impassioned face appeared. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”
Knowing there was no escape, “What you wouldn’t do for me, and what Elle would.”
Not expecting a smart-ass reply from me, she stood there, mouth agape as her daughter walked in on the scene, “WHAT THE FUCK, ELLE?”
Now it was Elle’s turn to be a smart ass, “He has a talented tongue that is going to waste and I wanted to experience him before he wasted away to nothing.”
My wife regained her composure, looked me in the eye and said, “If this is the two-bit tramp you want from now on, then take her. My daughter and I will be leaving now. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer soon.”
My reply, “You’ll be hearing from mine tomorrow morning. I’ve already seen him and he says I have one hell of a case. And Elle is more of a woman than you and your daughter put together could ever hope to be, you fucking ice princess.”
With that she stormed out, daughter in tow, with us still in the shower. Elle was so turned on by the whole event that she sucked me to another hard-on and fucked me, moaning loudly as my wife was going out the door..
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