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Bill sat at the small desk in his room on the second floor of the house he shared with his girlfriend, Sharon. He had a text book and a note binder open in front of him as he worked on the first assignment of his new summer class. Acting on Sharon's advice, he was taking the first course of many in a program that would, if completed, certify him as an exercise physiologist. He decided to take the one course over the summer so he could determine if it was something he could, and wanted, to do. Since this was his busy season, he figured he could only fit in the one course.
It was nearly nine P.M. When the front door opened and Sharon walked in. She dropped her exercise bag on the floor by the coat stand and walked into the living room. She called out,
"Bill, sweetheart, are you home?"
"Up here," he called back.
She smiled at the sound of his voice and proceeded up the stairs to the second floor. Since it was summer she had no coat on, just the windpants and light top that bespoke her roll as a physical trainer but also hid most of her physique to keep her clients libidinous thoughts at bay. She walked in through the open door to Bill's room and came to stand next to him where he sat.
The room was sparsely furnished in that it served only as a place to study. He shared the master bedroom with Sharon, so it would be more accurate to call this place his study. But they thought that sounded odd so it was just his 'room'.
Looking down at his upturned face, Sharon draped an arm around his shoulder and leaned down to place a soft, loving kiss on those gorgeous lips, or so she thought of them. Bill in turn hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against him and added some vigor to their kiss. Sharon let this go on for a few minutes and said,
"Hmm, and a good evening to you, lover. I don't want to interrupt your work, but I wanted to know how the first day went."
"It went okay. There's going to be a lot of memorizing and reading, but I should be okay. It'll give me something to think about while I'm cutting grass," he replied, looking up into those amazing blue eyes.
"Well, don't think about it too much. I don't want you losing focus and cutting something off," she said with a laugh. "How much longer do you think you'll be?"
"Probably another hour or so," he replied.
"Alright. I'll take a shower and whip up something to eat. I'll be in the living room watching TV when you're done."
"Check the oven," he replied.
"What? You found time to make dinner?"
"Well, I had to eat, didn't I? Just as easy for two as one."
She smiled again and bent down for another kiss, but with more passion and a promise of things to come. As their lips ground and their tongues met, she couldn't help but wonder at the fortune that had brought this amazing young man into her life. When they finally pulled apart, her eyes were smoldering and she said in a husky rasp,
"I'll be waiting for you, but don't rush. We have the night."
Bill smiled, similarly thinking about the change his life had undergone and what an amazing adventure he was now on. It was a testament to his work ethic that he did indeed get through all the work he had before him and it took him just over an hour to complete to his satisfaction. He but his books away and left his room. As he walked down the stairs, he could see that the light in the living room was dim, with occasional flickers that might have been the TV. When he got to the entrance he could see that the TV was off, the flickering was coming from several large candles about the room and Sharon quickly became the focus of his attention. She was lying on the couch in what best could be described as a languid pose. She was resting on her side, her torso propped up on one elbow. Her long blonde hair was loose and flowed over her shoulders. Her attire was brief and to the point. A black lace bra struggled to contain her large tits and about her waist was a black wrap of some diaphanous material that revealed a black thong.
She fixed him with the best 'come hither' look he had ever seen and crooked a finger at him with her free hand. He manfully avoided breaking into a wide, goofy grin, trying to return a look that was just as sultry. When he got to the couch he knelt down and brought his lips to hers. The kiss they shared was like a blowtorch compared to the match flares they shared earlier. He rested one elbow on the couch for support and let his other hand roam freely up and down her side, feeling the change from warm skin to soft material and back.
Her free hand was doing it's best to pull his lips more tightly to hers, clasping the back of his head. At some point she rolled back a bit, got her other arm free and wrapped it around his back. She then proceeded to manhandle him up on top of her. Their bodies began to writhe and grind against each other and Sharon quickly got him out of his shirt. His shorts took a bit longer, but not by much. Since he was barefoot and had gone commando after his shower earlier in the evening, he now lay naked on top of her, which suited Sharon to a 'T'.
Her hands roamed over his well muscled body, pausing often on his tight ass. She couldn't get enough of his well toned physique. For someone who spent most of her time trying to whip soft, flabby clients into shape, having this body to play with was like being a kid in a candy shop. That he was equipped with a beautifully formed, thick cock and heavy balls was a bonus better than any lottery prize.
She finally broke off the kiss and while Bill buried his face in the side of her neck she pleaded in a husky rasp,
"Oh, god, baby, you are so good, but I have to have that cock. Please, let me get it in my mouth."
Bill lifted his head up so he could look into those incredible blue eyes. While some may have described them as an icy blue, he knew they were an ice that burned. He kissed her briefly and said,
"Whatever the lady wishes, she gets."
He kept moving backward until he was sitting with his back against the corner formed by the couch back and arm, his legs spread to give total access to his cock and balls. Sharon shifted around so that she was laying on her stomach, up on both elbows, her face hovering above his crotch. She nuzzled his ballsack and the base of his thick shaft with her nose, all the while making little mewing noises like a content cat. Then her tongue slid out and she went back to licking the smooth hairless skin of his balls and cock.
Bill settled deeper into the couch and let one hand come to rest on her shoulder, not to direct, but merely to make contact with that smooth warm skin. Sharon licked up to the head of his cock, feeling the firm sponginess and tasting the tangy precum that was oozing from the tip. With a little growl she captured the head between her lips and began to suck and lick. Bill groaned his appreciation. And the groan got louder as her lips sank lower and more and more of the shaft disappeared.
For long minutes she continued to treat him to this handless blowjob, her lips getting as much as three quarters of the way down his thick shaft, then back up until just the very tip stayed between those luscious lips, her tongue flicking the cumslit. They she pulled her legs up under her so she was half kneeling, half crouching between his legs, her hands now free to fondle his balls and stroke the base of his cock. And with the better angle she was able to cover that base with her lips as she bobbed her head on his cock. Feeling the head of his cock touch her throat and her nose touching his belly, his groans shifted to more intense verbalizations.
"Oh, fuck, Sharon, Jesus, that feels so good. I can't believe I found you. Yes, suck that fat cock."
These words galvanized her determination to suck his first big load directly from his balls and she began to intensify her efforts. Her lips tightened on his shaft. She kept it locked completely in her mouth for longer periods when she had it all in, and one hand slipped under his ball sack and began to probe gently at his asshole. He went back to groaning loudly now and when her finger tip began to slip past the ring of his asshole, lubed by the saliva dripping down his cock shaft and balls, he reached the tipping point and his balls contracted, then exploded, shooting heavy streams out through the tip. To Sharon's credit she was able to take the first two shots directly down her throat, but she was soon overwhelmed by the volume and thickness and had to pull back, but she never released the head and she gulped and swallowed as best she could to get it all down.
Her own orgasm had been building steadily. While on her stomach, she had been grinding the hard shaft on the couch cushion. Then when she had her legs pulled up under her she had the shaft trapped between her leg and belly and some slow gyrations of her hips kept the pressure on. Bill's words and groaning added to the stimulation and when the massive cumshot hit she knew she would be following quickly behind. When she was sure she had gotten all of his sweet, tangy load she let his cock drop from her mouth and she straightened up on her knees to stroke herself to climax.
Somehow Bill had been able to maintain enough awareness to feel what was happening so he opened his eyes in time to see her magnificent body upright before him, sweat reflecting the flickering candlelight, her big tits riding high on her chest, the nipples standing out hard. He focused on her own beautiful cock as her hand slid up and down the shaft, trying to coax her cumshot.
He sat up, brushed her hand away and locked his mouth on her cock and began to suck and slurp as he took the head and shaft in. Sharon's eyes went wide, and she gulped in a breath, but her hands went to the back of Bill's head and pulled him in tight as she pumped her hips, once, twice and on the third time, she began to fire off her own cum load, shouting as she did.
"OHHH, Fucckkkkk, lover, yes, dammmmmmnnn."
Bill did his best to suck down her copious load and when he finally felt the tension go out of her body he let her cock slide from his mouth, kissing the tip as it passed his lips. She settled back to sit on her heels, still between his outstretched legs, slowly moving to rest against the couch back. Her fire and ice blue eyes were half lidded with a satisfied, yet still smoldering intensity.
"Oh, my god, that was fantastic. This just gets better and better. I know I've said this before but you are a natural. Dear god, how did I get so lucky?" she asked.
"That's funny, I keep asking myself that same question."
Her smile was a good deal warmer and as she pressed against the back of the couch she said,
"Slide down and stretch out."
He did as directed and she laid next to him, half covering his body with hers, bring her cum smeared lips to his and they tongue kissed for several minutes, sharing the taste of each other. When they were done she laid her head on his shoulder and began to trace the lines of his torso muscles with a finger.
"We are definitely not done, sweetheart, but I need to catch my breath," she said.
"This is just fine. I could stay like this with you forever," Bill replied softly.
She kissed his bare skin and said,
"You are so sweet. And while we are recharging batteries there are a couple of things I wanted to tell you. The first is that my sister will be coming for her visit next week. She says she's really looking forward to meeting the guy who finally got me to pay attention to something other than my career."
"I'm looking forward to meeting her. She sounds pretty amazing."
"There's something you should know about her," Sharon said. "She went through a really bad divorce about three years ago. We all thought the guy was trouble from the start, but she just couldn't see it. Well, she found out the hard way. Different affairs, drinking, drugs, stealing from her. She almost went to jail because of the stuff they finally found in their house. Anyway, she's free of all that now, but she's still trying to recover. I don't think she's had any real relationships since then, just a date or two, here and there."
"What do you want me to do?" Bill asked.
"Just be yourself, kind, cheerful, you know. Just don't mention anything about the marriage or divorce. Stick to what's going on with her at present. I'll be around most of the time, I've made arrangements with my clients, but there may be times that you'll be here by yourself with her, so just stay away from that stuff."
"Sure, that should be easy, I wouldn't want to bring any of that sort of thing up," he said, running his hand along her side, which caused her to snuggle in tighter.
"There's one other thing. The last time we talked, I was mentioning how great the sex has been with you. She made a comment about wanting to know what that was like and maybe you could show her."
"Excuse me? Your sister wants to have sex with me?" Bill asked.
"Well, I think she was making a joke, but there was something in her voice. Like maybe she really did want to, so that she could feel what I feel. I don't know. But if it should happen that she says or does something that would lead to that, I want you to do it," Sharon said softly.
"What? Are you kidding?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm not. My sister was always there for me, right from the start. And it broke my heart that I couldn't help her when her life fell apart. If I can do this for her I gladly will, but it has to be her idea, okay?" Sharon said earnestly.
"Well, yeah, it's not like I'm going to hit on your sister," Bill said, sounding a trifle indignant.
"I know that," Sharon said with a laugh as he leaned up to kiss his cheek, "I just don't want you thinking to try and move things along to help her. She's never been one anybody could push. It has to be her putting things in motion."
"Okay. What was the other thing?"
"Oh, well, I got an invitation to the annual county Chamber of Commerce dinner dance. I try to avoid it but it was suggested that I really need to go and start making those kinds of connections. At least this year I won't have to worry about going on my own, if you wouldn't mind?" she asked.
"I've never been to something like that but okay. But aren't those things usually kinda formal?"
"It's not black tie and tails, but yes, a suit and that sort of thing," she replied.
"Um, I don't have a suit. Heck, I don't even own a tie."
"Don't worry. We'll get you something, my treat," Sharon replied.
"Uh, I don't know..." he began.
Sharon's hand came up and a finger sealed his lips.
"You are not my boytoy. You are the love of my life and by the way, you pull more than your fair share around here. There is nothing wrong with you accepting a gift from me. And we aren't talking Armani here. Just a nice moderately priced business suit. Besides, when they see what a hunk you are, they'll think I'm responsible and it will improve my business. So, think of it as an advertising expense," she teased.
"We'll if that's the case wouldn't it make more sense for me to go in a speedo?"
"Yes, I suppose it might, but then again if you dressed in a speedo, we'd never leave the house," she replied, the smolder coming back to her eyes.
She leaned in and began kissing him again, in a way that told him that the talking was over with for now. He shifted around so that they were facing each other on the couch, their bodies pressed tightly together. Sharon brought her leg up to hook over his hip and they began to grind their cocks against one another. Hands were gliding over bare skin and their lips were open, tongues moving back and forth.
Oozing precum was smearing on their stomachs and Sharon was feeling an insatiable urge to have that thick cock inside her. She pulled her head up and said,
"Get on your back again, baby."
Bill went back over onto his back, his cock laying against his belly, pointed at his chin. Sharon threw her leg over his hips and straddled him. Her eyes were intense and her whole body was flushed. Relying on his thick precum alone she settled back until his cockhead was firmly pressed against her oh so willing asshole. She took hold of his shaft and held it steady while she pressed back. There was an instant of resistance and then the ring subsided to willingly make way for his cock to move up inside her.
Slowly, and to accompanying moans, that big beautiful cock slowly disappeared between those firm ass cheeks. Sharon took her deliciously sweet time but finally her ass came to rest on Bill's thighs and his cock was fulling embedded inside her. She was sitting nearly upright, her hands on his chest now, her head hanging down, her long blond hair obscuring her large firm tits.
Bill's hands found them anyway and he held them, his finger tips just pressing in, the forefinger of each hand massaging a hard nipple. Sharon moaned some more and she began to move her hips, letting her tight assring stroke several inches of cock with each movement. Now it was Bill's turn to moan. He could feel her smallish ballsack slide a little on his lower abdomen and he added a bit of hip movement to compliment the way she was working his cock with her ass.
"Oh, fuck me like that, Bill, baby, oh yes. I love the way that fat dick feels up my ass. I wish we could stay like this forever," she said, her voice trailing away.
Bill let one hand drift down and he took hold of her cock and began to slowly stroke it. Her head came up and she looked at him for a moment and then her eyes closed and her head fell back, her hair cascaded over her shoulders. This was not to be a frenzied fucking. Instead they set a slow steady pace, reveling in the sensations they were giving to each other.
After a while, Sharon leaned forward and kept leaning until her tits were pressed into Bill's chest and his hands came up and around her back. She pressed her lips to his and began another of those long, burning, grinding kisses she loved so much. Bill's hand came up to take a hand full of hair right at the scalp and used it to hold her mouth tightly to his. Her moaning vibrated off both of their tongues. Ever so slowly, their hips began to move more urgently. Not really fast, but pressing harder and moving a bit deeper.
No words were said, no demands made. They just kept grinding and fucking until Bill grunted into her mouth and pushed once more to get his cock as deep as possible and then he came. Each thick stream of cum was punctuated with a push of the hips and a grunt low in his throat. After the third shot, Sharon gave a small yelp and began pumping out her own load, having it smeared between their tightly pressed abdomens.
Their bodies bucked and shuddered a couple of more times and then went still. Sharon's head was resting face down on the couch cushion, her cheek pressed to his. As their breathing slowed and their bodies relaxed against each other, Bill let his hands wander up and down her warm, well muscled back. After a while longer, Sharon raised her head far enough so that she could smile down into his face.
"Oh, lover, that was so amazing."
"It sure was. You know, pretty soon I'm going to have to stop saying how great all this is, because I'll just be repeating myself, but I can't imagine there anything in the world that could be better than being here with you," Bill said softly. "Not just the sex, I mean all of it."
Those fire and ice blue eyes started to mist up and her smile trembled a bit as she brought her lips to his again in a soft, soulful kiss. When they were done she said,
"We should get to bed. Tomorrow's another busy day for both of us. And this couch is getting a bit confining."
He just nodded and waited while she pulled herself up and off of him. They made a side trip to the bathroom to clean up and then they climbed into the big bed together, wrapped themselves in each others arms and drifted off in contented sleep.
Around two in the morning Sharon woke up to the blissful sensation of Bill's warm lips on her cock. She lay there for a time, just soaking up the feelings until she whispered that she wanted him to fuck her again, this time like a dog in heat. So with her on her hands and knees, and Bill kneeling behind her, they fucked again. However, Bill had his own plans and after a while he pulled out and said,
"Now it's my turn."
He got back down on his back, with his legs held up wide and high. With a wicked grin, Sharon got in front of him on her knees and rubbed the dripping head of her dick on his asshole and she began to push in. Bill's less practiced asshole took a bit longer to oblige but soon she was balls deep in his tight hole and she was fucking him for all she was worth.
Bill was in ecstasy from the feel of her hard cock in his ass and the look of her as her trim, toned, hard body seemed to glow in the dim moonlight that came through the window. She finally fell forward to lay on his body as he held her tight while she fucked his ass. They kissed and licked until he could take no more and he fired a lesser amount of cum, but no less intensely, between them. A half dozen pumps later Sharon fired her own cumshots up his ass.
His legs unwrapped from hers, but she just lay on top of him, spent. They fell asleep like that, her slowly softening cock still up his ass. When they woke in the morning, she had only slid party way to one side, at least half covering his body. They smiled and kissed, shared a shower, mostly all business but with some kissing and a fondle here and there and then they had breakfast. A very hot summer had begun.
Over the next week they enjoyed more of the same. Bill cut lawns and went to class twice more. He spent part of each night reading, studying and memorizing. On the evenings she got home earlier, Sharon would help by running him through recitation drills. Eventually they would put away the cares of the day and devote themselves to each other. On some occasions they would go slow and easy, taking time to please each other. On others, one or the other of them would come home feeling particularly horny and the sex would start hard and hot and the other would rise to the challenge and they would be, as the movie says, 'fast and furious'. But either way they would end the night sated, and silently amazed at the intensity of their feelings for each other.
When Bill got home late in the afternoon on Monday of the following week, dirty and tired from a day of mowing lawns, he was surprised to see a strange car in the driveway. He knew Sharon's sister was due that day, but he thought it would be later, closer to night time. He pulled the truck in and as climbed out the occupant of the car likewise emerged. She was a vision. The hair was brown, but there was nothing mousy about it, it had a burnished sheen too it that was impossible to ignore. She looked to be nearly as tall as her sister but the four inches heels had a lot to do with that, but the legs were long and slim, none the less. Her skirt came to just above the knee but hugged her lower body tightly. The silk blouse did little to cover a very respectable bust. Her eyes where hidden behind sun glasses but the smile was a carbon copy of her sister's and it was all for him.
"You must be Bill," said the husky alto voice. "I'm Sharon's older sister, Emily. Most people call me Em."
"Hello, Em, it's great to meet you. Can I give you a hand with your stuff?"
"Sharon was right, you are a sweetheart, but how about a welcome hug, first?"
"Um, you may want to wait on that. It's been a long hot day and I'm not fit for human contact just yet. And you're dressed way too nice. Shower first and then the hug?" he offered.
She threw him a little pout that sent shivers down his spine but she relented.
"It's a deal. I appreciate your concern for my wardrobe," she replied, the smile back.
She used the key fob to pop the trunk lid. There were two small suitcases and a make up bag. Bill took the suitcases and she took the rest, closing the trunk and walking along beside him. He could tell she was casting sidelong glances at him but he kept focused on the porch. Once inside the house he led her to the second floor room that was set up for her and then excused himself so he could take a shower. She smiled at him again and said,
"Don't take too long or I'll have to come looking for you."
With the sun glasses off, those dark brown eyes sparkled with suppressed mirth and a hint of mischief. He smiled back, hoping the growing hard on wasn't showing against his work pants, and hurried out of the room and down to the shower he shared with Sharon. He made short work of it, dressed in baggy shorts and an oversized T-shirt and came back out to find Em sitting on the couch. Gone were the short skirt and silk blouse to be replaced with tight fitting capri pants and a somewhat looser pullover top, but the large tits were still apparent. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail but the informality of it just made her look hotter for some reason.
"So, Bill, come sit her and tell me about yourself. Oh, wait, you owe me still," she said as she unfolded from the couch to stand before him.
Without the heels, she was nearly a head shorter than he was but it did nothing to diminish her sense of presence. She held her hands out in an almost imperious gesture and he stepped forward to be caught up in a tight, warm embrace. Remembering what Sharon said, he responded in kind, bringing his strong arms around her back and holding her firmly. He could hear as well as feel her sigh as she seemed to melt into him. Despite her being nearly twenty years his senior, there was nothing motherly about this hug. He held it for as long as she seemed to want to, easing only as her grip lessened and then she leaned back a bit, looking up at him.
"Sharon was right, you do give great hugs. And thank you, Bill, for making my sister so happy. It's been a long time in coming and she deserves every bit of it. Apparently so do you. I'm so happy you found each other," and with that she placed a small kiss on his lips. "Now sit with me and tell me all about yourself."
The conversation lasted over an hour. Sharon wasn't due to be home until around nine, which according to the original plan would have still be on time for Emily's arrival. Bill had offered to call and tell Sharon she was there, but she said no, this would give them a chance to get to know each other. At one point the conversation moved to the kitchen, where Bill made dinner, garnering some very enthusiastic compliments from Emily.
When it was done, he put Sharon's meal on a plate in the fridge to be warmed later and he and Emily sat at the kitchen table eating and talking. The subject of her disastrous marriage never came up, but her comments would occasionally contain a reference that indicated a deep sorrow and regret. But it would pass quickly and the smile would be back. There was something in her character that was quite irrepressible, Bill thought and he found that admirable.
After dinner, they went out into the living room to watch some TV and the conversation faded away. They had both been on the couch but with some space between them. During a commercial Emily looked over at Bill, a sad, pensive look on her face and she asked,
"Would you hold me for a while, if that's not too weird. That hug before felt so nice."
Bill just nodded and held his one arm up and she slid over to press up against him. He brought his arm down and around her shoulders, pulling her up closely. She snuggled tighter, turned half way toward him, her head resting on the top of his chest. His other arm came around to complete the circle. Again, he felt her sigh and then melt against him. He completed the circle by bringing his cheek to rest on the top of her head.
They were like that for about twenty minutes when he noticed the soft, rhythmic breathing. Emily had fallen asleep. After another twenty minutes passed he decided he would put her to bed. Carefully working his arms lower he maneuvered her so he could lift her up. She was surprisingly light and he easily carried her up the stairs and to her room. Fortunately the bed had already been turned down so he gently laid her in it.
As he was pulling up the covers he heard her say,
"Please, stay with me."
He wasn't sure if she was even awake but the tone in her voice was heartbreaking, sounding so alone. He of all people couldn't ignore that, so with a shrug he climbed in beside her, got her on her side and he spooned up behind, wrapping her in his arms again. She sighed and snuggled back against him. He wondered where the strong confident woman he met in the driveway went.
Sharon didn't get to the house until almost ten. It was a night when just about anything you could think of went wrong. Late clients, balky equipment, and Evan wanting to discuss the upcoming Chamber of Commerce dinner. He was the one pushing her to attend. When she walked in she was surprised to see the living room was empty, although the TV was still on. Her glance went up the stairs. Had her sister's needs surfaced so soon?
She quietly walked up the stairs and made her way to the door to her sister's room. She peeked inside and could see her sister and her boyfriend cuddled up, he with his arms around her protectively. She smiled a bit and then noticed that Bill still had a shirt on. That didn't make any sense but she figured she'd find out all about it in the morning. She went downstairs, ate the dinner that Bill had left for her and went to bed.
Around two in the morning she was awakened by someone climbing into bed.
"Bill?" she asked, sleepily.
"Yes, babe, everything is okay."
"That happened pretty fast," she said rolling over and looking at him.
"Nothing happened like that. We were watching TV and she asked me to hold her, so I did. She wound up falling asleep in my arms, so I brought her up to bed. She asked me to stay. I think she might have still been asleep, but I can't be sure. She sounded so sad and alone. I couldn't just leave so I got into bed with her and just held her. I guess you saw us?"
"Yes, sweetheart, about ten o'clock or so. Thank you for doing that. You are so sweet. Come here," she said.
He moved into her arms, he having discarded his shorts and t-shirt, her in her favorite sleeping attire. The feel of his warm bare skin, the pressure of his soft but thick cock against her leg, and the love for what he did for her sister all served to ignite a fire in her that only had one outlet. When they woke up the next morning, the bed was a wreck with most of the covers on the floor, her sleep outfit on the floor across the room and one pillow jammed against the nightstand. They were sore, sleepy and incredibly pleased with themselves.
When they walked into the kitchen, they found Emily, dressed in sweatpants and tank top, the later straining to contain her tits, putting the finishing touches on an extensive breakfast.
"Well, hello there my little love bugs. Come here, Sharon, and give your sister some sugar," Emily said with a big smile.
Sharon hurried forward and the two sisters embraced, trading kisses and whispers. Then they pulled apart and faced Bill, an arm around each others' lower backs.
"Come here, you," Emily said to Bill.
He walked forward to be pulled into a three way hug and received a fair kissing as well.
"Bill, honey," Emily said, "you were so sweet last night. You made me feel very warm and welcome. And yes I was awake when I asked you to stay with me last night. That felt so wonderful. Now, the two of you sit down and I'll serve your breakfast. You both have busy days ahead of you."
Sharon and Bill took seats at the table and Emily brought over egg white omelets, fruit bowls and juice. She stood next to Bill's chair, an arm around his shoulders, her hip pressed against his arm.
"Another late night, sis?" she asked.
"The schedule says nine, we'll see what reality has in mind," Sharon replied.
"What about you, handsome?" she asked Bill. "Class first thing this morning and then lawns until I get 'em done."
"Okay, well, I'll make something for dinner that will hold until you each get here. I'll hang out here and relax, god knows I could use it. We'll make some plans tonight, alright," Em said.
"Yes, we will," Sharon said, "today's the worst of the week, the rest are set up so I'll be done by late afternoon. We can hang out, go shopping, you name it."
"I name it? I think I like that one," Emily said with a grin.
Within a half an hour Emily was alone in the house. She already had plans for the evening. It was close to five when Bill pulled into the driveway. As he walked onto the porch, the door swung open and Emily was standing there, smiling brightly, dressed in a pair of denim shorts and another tank top. She also had a glass full of ice tea.
"Hello there, Bill, how was your day?"
"Busy, and a little long, but okay. How was yours?" he asked, taking the glass that she offered and knocking back half of it in one go.
"Very relaxed. A leisurely breakfast, a long soaking bath and some easy work on my client files. Once you finish that why don't you go take a shower and I'll get dinner on the table."
"That sounds like a terrific idea," Bill said, handing the empty glass to Emily.
By the time Bill came out, showered and dressed in casual workout clothes, the table was set for two. Bill sat across from Em, who offered him serving bowls and a platter.
"This looks terrific."
"That's, sweetie. I don't get to cook often and its great to be able to do it for someone else for a change," she replied. "So what plans do you have for the evening?"
"Homework first, then hang out with you until Sharon gets home. Then I imagine you two will talk until the sun comes up," he said with a laugh.
"I don't think we'll go that far, but yes, I imagine we'll have lots to talk about."
They continued to eat and chat until the meal was done. When Bill moved to clear the table, Emily stopped him and said,
"Uh, wrong. You go get started on your homework, I'll take care of this."
"Really? Oh, okay, thanks, Em," he said and then he walked from the kitchen, Emily watching him as he went.
Bill had been at it for about forty five minutes when he heard a knock on the door frame and an angel's face framed in brown hair peeked around the edge.
"How's it going, handsome?"
"Great," he replied and then a thought occurred. "Hey, would you be willing to help me with something?" "Of course," she replied, moving into the room. "What did you have in mind?"
"I need to run through my memorization drill. I need you to read the questions and check my answers, okay?"
"Easy, peasey," she said holding out her hand for the notebook.
For the next half our she quizzed him as she walked around the room and while not exactly strutting, there was definitely attitude in her walk. When they had finished she put the notebook on the desk by reaching over his shoulder, one firm tit pressing against his back. As her arm came back it wrapped around his neck and was joined by the other. She brought her face down to the side of his, kissing his cheek several times.
"Sharon was right. You are an amazing young man," she said, adding some kisses to the side of his neck, her hands straying down his chest. "You feel so good to hug."
Bill turned his head and they looked at each other eye to eye. Emily leaned in and placed her lips firmly on his, their mouths opening. When she pulled back she looked into his face for any sign. Bill looked back calmly and said,
"Sharon said that if you wanted this, it was okay."
Emily's eyes went a bit wide and then she smiled, leaning back in to plant a much more passionate kiss on his willing lips. Carefully, Bill pushed his chair back and pulled Emily around to sit on his lap. They wrapped each other in their arms and added some serious groping and fondling to the tongue kisses. Bill spent a fair amount of time playing with Emily's big tits, feeling them through the fabric of her tank top. She in turn was squirming her firm ass against his cock as she sat on it. She finally broke off the kiss and said,
"Please, my room, now."
"Lead the way, I'll enjoy the view," Bill replied with a wicked smile.
Emily smiled a bit and then slid off his lap and tugged him by the hand out of his chair. As they walked down the hall, he did indeed enjoy the view of her firm ass in those tight shorts. The thought that she was thirty eight boggled his mind. Once inside her room the kissing and groping began anew and with increased vigor. Almost as quickly, clothes started coming off and Bill was naked and Emily was down to a pair of black lace panties that did little to cover the firm globes of her ass. Bill did his best to cover them with his hands.
Emily turned him around and pushed him so he sat down on the edge of the bed. She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her hands. Her tongue darted out and made long swipes up and down the thick shaft, stopping to swirl around the head and then back down. She pulled back and said,
"Oh, fuck, Bill, your cock is gorgeous. I'm going to love getting fucked by you. My pussy hasn't seen a cock this nice in about twenty years."
She then proceeded to swallow the whole shaft. Bill started to groan, putting one hand on her head. She let saliva run down the shaft and drip to his balls, then using one hand to fondle the big orbs in their smooth skinned sack. She continued this for around a quarter of an hour and then she let it pop from her mouth. She looked at him and said,
"I want this big dick in me right now." "First things first," he replied with a leer.
Putting his hands under her arms, he lifted her up and put her on the bed on her back. He pushed her legs apart, exposing her shaved, glistening pussy. Emily was watching him with wide eyes that were blazing. Bill laid down and brought his face to her pussy. It had been over a year since he had sex with a girl but he hadn't forgotten anything. He applied his tongue to the wet lips and he heard Emily gasp and when he went after her clit he felt a pair of hands on the back of his head pulling his face tight to her pussy. He began to suck on her clit and flick it with the tip of his tongue.
Emily began to writhe, her ass grinding into the mattress and a stream of incoherence running almost nonstop. After spending time on her clit, he moved down and began to tongue fuck her hole, his hands moving up to cup her big tits and squeezing them, tweaking the hard nipples. Emily's first orgasm struck hard and deep and she bucked and thrashed. Bill pushed her legs back, exposing her asshole which twitched and flexed.
He attacked her hole, swabbing it and poking it with his tongue. Finally he figured she had had enough of the foreplay and he crawled up her body, placing his cockhead to her now drenched pussy. Emily wasn't waiting for any more preliminaries. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body and grabbed hold of his tight muscled ass. He lunged, she pulled and in one deft move his fat cock was buried to half it's length in her pussy. A second stroke and he was balls deep in her hot wet pussy and she was moaning into his neck.
"Oh, yes, my god, that feels so incredible. Your cock feels so big. Fuck me, Bill, please, fuck me and don't stop."
And he did. The glory of an eighteen year old is the seemingly limitless ability to pound his cock into a willing pussy. And this one was more than willing. It was down right demanding. Her big tits were pressed firmly to his chest, the nipples grinding on his hard pecs. Any more words were lost when Bill covered her open mouth with his, their tongues dueling. Emily shuddered through two more gut wrenching orgasms before Bill started to grunt.
"That's it baby, shoot that big load in my pussy. Don't worry, just do it," she demanded.
With her hands firmly grabbing his ass, he bucked and then slammed his cock as deep as it would go and began shooting stream after stream of thick cream into he clenching pussy. She held him tightly as he continued to spasm his load into her. Finally, spent, he settled down on top of her. She began kissing his neck and shoulder, her hands gliding up and down his back. Finally she took hold of the sides of his head and gently pushed it up so that she could look into his face.
"Oh, my god, Bill, sweetheart, Sharon did say the half of it, you are incredible. I haven't been fucked like that in years, hell, decades. Thank you so much."
"Thank you? Em, don't you think it was every bit as good for me. You are an amazing lover. It must be genetic," he said with a smile.
"Oh, I'm so happy to hear you say that," came a voice from the door.
Bill looked around as Emily lifted her head a bit. She smiled and said,
"So, get a good eyeful, sister dear?"
"Oh, yes," Sharon said as she sauntered into the room. "You can't imagine how good Bill's ass looks going up and down, clenching and flexing. It makes a girl hot all over to watch."
She sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand down Bill's back and ass. Giving his butt cheek a squeeze and leaving her hand there, she said,
"So, was I right or was I right? Pretty damned amazing, huh?"
"Oh, you are so right, sis," Emily said, placing a wet kiss on Bill's cheek. "It was fantastic of you to be willing to share him."
"You were always there for me, Em," Sharon said, let her hand slide down between Bill's thighs to tickle the back of his ballsack. "I want to be here for you now. I couldn't help before. I can now."
Emily smiled and rubbed her sister's leg with one hand and caressed Bill's back with the other. He was listening to the two sisters talk and he thought he was picking up on something. Emily gave him another kiss on the cheek and Sharon said,
"That looks nice. I'll try one."
Sharon leaned down and placed a wet sucking kiss on one of Bill's ass cheeks. He twitched a little and got a little thrust back from Emily. Sharon added several more kisses to his ass and Emily gave him one firmly on the lips. Once the kissing stopped the two sisters looked at each other and Sharon smirked.
"Do you remember our pact?" she asked.
"What? The one about us finding a guy to share? We were teenagers then. And you were a gay boy, what were the odds?" Emily replied.
"Well, we're both big girls now and I think the odds have improved tremendously. Don't you think?" Sharon replied, rubbing Bill's ass with real meaning.
Emily looked hard at her sister and then back at Bill. Her expression changed from puzzlement to acceptance to real interest in a moment and then she had her lips pressed hard on Bill's, her hands holding the back of his head. Sharon placed a few more kisses on his ass then stood up and started to pull her clothes off. Soon her lean muscled body was exposed with her hard cock expressing her excitement. Emily looked over, her eyes roaming over her sisters body. She broke off her kiss and said,
"Damn, sis, I didn't realize how incredibly hot you look. I haven't seen you naked since I left home."
"It doesn't freak you out?" Sharon asked as she climbed onto the bed.
"Strangely not, but it does get me really excited," Emily said, reaching out to run her hand over Sharon's bare leg.
Sharon leaned down and kissed her sister lightly on the lips, then a bit harder and in a moment that two women were sharing a scorching hot tongue kiss. Bill had to wonder if there hadn't been some long suppressed desires here. Even as they kissed, both women had their hands on his body and with a bit of shifting he was able to expose his hard shaft which was soon the focus of two different left hands.
When they broke their kiss, Sharon looked at Bill and said,
"Get on your back, lover, you deserve some attention." Bill got on his back, his hard cock against his belly. Both women looked at it with wide eyes and they shifted positions so they could both get at it. Sharon went for his balls while Emily captured his dickhead in her mouth. Bill thought he had died and gone to heaven. Two devilish angels were treating him to sensations he never imagined. He began running his hands up and down their bare backs. Then he went further afield, playing with their asses, running his finger around the tight rings of their assholes.
"Oh baby, yes, that feels so nice," Sharon said.
Emily let the head of his cock pop out and she wiggled on his finger. She looked at her sister and said,
"How the hell does an eighteen year old get so good at making a woman feel good like this?"
"It has to be instinct, sis. The first time he sucked my cock was his first time ever and I thought I'd die it felt so good. And every time is better than the last," she finished and then went back to sucking on his ball sack and the lower end of his shaft.
Emily swallowed as much of his dick as she could, swabbing the head with her tongue on the up stroke. Sharon began to attack Bill's asshole, drawing grunts from her lover. He responded by adding pressure to his finger and each hole began to relax and admit his probe. As they sucked and licked he slowly finger fucked their assholes. Finally, Emily came up off his cock and said,
"Oh, god, Bill I want your cock in me, not just your finger. I need that big beautiful dick in me now."
Sharon pulled back and said,
"Climb on, Sis, riding that cock is incredible."
Needing no further encouragement, Emily straddled Bill's hips and with Sharon holding the shaft upright, she rubbed her pussy lips on the head and then began to settled down onto it. As the head slipped between her puffy, wet lips she let out a groan and continued to sink down until the entirety of Bill's hard cock was up in side her pussy. She began to rock back and forth, her hands resting on his rock hard chest, her head bowed.
Sharon started licking at Bill's balls but then shifted her attention to her sisters asshole. She licked hard and fast, adding some probing with the tip. Emily's head snapped back and she yelled,
"Oh, fuck, yessssss."
Bill began to add some movement with his hips and she began to buck and twist in her orgasm. After it subsided she looked back over her shoulder and said,
"Oh god, Sis, get your cock inside my asshole. Please, I want the both of you inside me. I want both your cocks and your cum. Love me please."
Sharon was every bit as excited as her sister so she didn't hesitate to kneel behind her sister's ass. She let some saliva drip down onto Emily's assring and rubbed it with her cock head, adding some precum. She pressed in, holding on to her sister's hips. As the head began to pass the tight ring Emily groaned loudly and pushed her hips back. With that encouragement Sharon pushed forward and buried the last of her cock into her sisters ass, her tight ballsack pressing against the underside of Bill's cock.
Emily collapsed onto Bill's chest, her face pressed into his neck. Sharon let her hands slide from Emily's hips and up her sides. As she leaned forward her tits came to rest on Emily's back. She began kissing her sister's neck as her hips propelled her cock in and out of Emily's ass. All the noise in the room was now a combination of wet slapping and mumbled moans.
The three lovers lost track of time and Bill and Sharon fucked Emily through two more heavy orgasms. During the last one, Emily clenched down hard and Sharon couldn't last and began pumping her cum load up her sister's ass. Sharon shouted incoherently and Emily groaned into Bill's neck. Halfway through Sharon's orgasm, Bill let loose with his own, firing more of his thick cum up Emily's pussy.
The three bodies continued to buck and writhe for some moments until all three orgasms subsided. The room lapsed into silence and then Emily finally murmured,
"My god, that was amazing. You two are simply the best there is."
"You're not so bad yourself, Sis. Sex is always better with the one you love."
"Or ones," Emily added.
Sharon placed some kisses on the back of her sister's neck and then said,
"I think we should pull ourselves apart and get in the shower. And you'll stay downstairs with us."
"Why?"
"The bed is much bigger," Bill finished then added a series of kisses on Emily's neck and face.