Loading...As usual, I was running late. Commuting forty miles to work and laying brick six days a week tends to get a little tiring. So, last Friday night, I was ready to kick back, eat take-out, and relax with a few cold ones over a ball game on TV. It looked like a spring storm was on the way, so I was hustling to get home. Keeping the house after my divorce had set me back financially, so I needed all the work I could get. I was concerned with how I could afford to send my daughter to college next year.
She was still living with me, but had her sights on attending the state university. That would require me to borrow more from the bank and keep the old truck running for another year too, I figured.
I stopped at the local grocery for cold beer and snacks. Parking the pickup, I gathered a cart and went in, just beating a rain shower. Focused on my mission and in a hurry, I didn’t notice another shopper as I rounded the end of the aisle. I got a glimpse of a beautifully rounded ass as she was stooped over collecting a can she had dropped. Not able to stop, I bumped that ass with my cart.
“Oops, I’m so sorry,” I exclaimed, as I backed away. “I’m so clumsy, please forgive…” Just then she straightened up and I recognized Helen, my neighbor from across the commons. “Oh hi Helen!”
“Hi, Ron. No problem. I’m the clumsy one. I can’t seem to hang on to anything today.” As she turned to face me, I was reminded of how I had always lusted after this woman who radiated classic beauty. Her northern European face was framed with long dark hair. She was casually dressed in khakis and sandals. My eyes wandered to her loose fitting blouse and I imagined what the fabric was hiding. Over the seven years we had been neighbors, I had seen her dressed in everything from bikinis to formal gowns. Well endowed, she might have been hard to fit, but her choice in clothes had always been sensible, and sexy.
“Gathering supplies, I see.”
Helen placed the can in her cart. “Just a few things for the weekend. Jenny likes those snack cakes with the sprinkles on top, but I can’t seem to find them,” she said, looking around.
“You mean those?” I said, pointing to the top shelf. “Mary likes them, too.”
“Oh, yes,” she replied. Before I could assist, she reached up for a box. For a moment, her bare midriff was exposed, and I got a hint of the curves hidden beneath that sexy blouse. She stretched to reach it, swinging a leg for balance. Her heel collided with my ankle.
“Sorry. It’s getting to be a habit, us bumping into each other,” she said as she smiled over her shoulder. I could not help but wonder exactly what it would be like to really bump her. Even though my mind was tired, my body was reacting to her smile.
“It’s OK. Say, do you have time for a cup of coffee?” I asked hopefully. I hadn’t had a real conversation with this beauty since the previous summer when we had a block party.
“Sure, if you are not in a hurry,” she replied. I thought she was giving me the eye, but it was probably my imagination. Looking into her eyes, I forgot why I was in such a hurry just a minute before.
“Let’s sit over there at the snack bar,” I suggested.
Parking our carts out of the way, I poured two cups, paid for them, and we sat at a small table near the back wall. The table was small enough that our knees brushed together as we settled in our respective chairs on opposite sides. I tried to give her space, but she seemed comfortable being close. We talked about how glad we both were that the workweek was over. I knew she worked at a local car dealership helping customers with loans and warranties and such. Having no firm plans, she said she was looking forward to catching up on her chores, and relaxing with a movie or a book. I knew she was a mother to a bright girl, Jenny, who was a senior in the same high school as Mary. We had met several times at various school functions, and car-pooled our daughters on occasion. Jenny was a scholar, with hopes of attending Yale and pursuing a law degree. Helen suggested that several scholarships were waiting for Jenny upon graduation, and I felt a little jealous, since Mary’s grades were adequate for college, but not scholarship material.
Half an hour passed quickly as we talked about generalities, relaxing with the warm coffee. I felt at ease with her, and she seemed comfortable as well. Lost in her light blue eyes as we talked, I fantasized about seeing her again. I knew she was a single mom, caring for Jenny, just as I was newly divorced with custody of Mary. Jenny had suffered from polio as a young child, forcing her to wear braces on her legs as a child, but otherwise she shared the same classic features as her mother, except for Jenny’s bright red hair and somewhat thinner body. Being pretty and smart, Jenny radiated confidence to the degree that one hardly noticed her handicap. Having outgrown the braces, Jenny still occasionally using crutches and that restricted her social life. Helen explained that Jenny was experiencing growing pains, as any late teen is bound to do. She expressed that, since her father died when Jenny was in grade school, she had been lacking a father figure for twelve years.
“I can’t believe that anyone could have done a better job raising her than you, from what I’ve seen,” I said.
“It’s just that I think she’s missed out on so much, not wanting to go to parties and such, but at the same time it’s a relief to know she’s been safe from those teenage boys!” she said. “As close as we are, she’s been asking questions that I’m not sure how to answer, but we get through it for the most part.”
Thinking I had monopolized enough of her time, I began to excuse myself. “Guess I’d better get back to my shopping before Mary sends out the dogs looking for me,” I said.
“You know,” said Helen, “there is one thing I’d appreciate your help with.”
Anything you want twice over, I thought. “What’s that?” I asked.
“I wonder if you could help me out with a male perspective on a couple of things that Jenny has been curious about.”
“Sure, I’d be glad to help,” I said. I thought that it would give me an opportunity to see Helen and rack up some brownie points with her.
“Why don’t you come over tonight around seven? We’ll have a supper and pick up where we left off,” Helen said, winking slyly.
“At your service, ma’am,” I replied. “See you at eight.”
As we parted, I could not help but notice she seemed to put a little more wiggle in her walk. I felt a little lighter on my feet as well, feeling good about this opportunity. Adding a bottle of wine to the list, I gathered up what I needed, paid the bill, and left for home. The rain had stopped, thankfully, and the air had a fresh clean scent that only presented itself after a spring shower. Maybe it was because my attitude was definitely adjusted, but I no longer felt tired as I arrived home.
Mary greeted me with a wave as she was heading out. “Got to run to Janey’s house. She’s baking cookies with her Mom. I already ate leftovers for supper. It’s OK with her if I stay over there, if it’s OK with you,” she rushed to say.
“I guess so, honey. Do you have everything you need?” I asked.
“Yes, Dad. See you in the morning, and thanks.”
“Sure thing, honeybun. Take care driving. It may be slippery yet.” I said.
“Oh Dad, you know I’m a great driver!”
“I know, Mary. I love you, sweetie.” I waved as she bolted for her little white Wrangler.
“Love you too!” And she was gone.
I had time to shower and shave before going to see Helen and Jenny. I took extra care and felt a little silly. “It’s not a date, you idiot,” I said to my mirror self. But it seemed like one, and I wanted to make a good impression. Not knowing exactly what role I was expected to take tonight, I dressed conservatively, figuring I could act the male role model, friendly neighbor, or all-around good guy, whatever was needed. New jeans and a golf shirt should do. Checking out my hair (again), I wished it didn’t have the silver temples. Could it be butterflies? For god’s sake, man, I thought. Get a grip on yourself. You’re 38 years old, not a little kid on his first date. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but hope that I’d make a good impression.
Grabbing the wine, I cut across the backyard, through a hedgerow, to the rear of Helen’s house. It was a private yard, with an elevated deck and a Jacuzzi in the corner. I could see through the second floor back window since the shades were slightly open. I caught motion behind the curtains. Before I looked away, I spied Helen through the crack. She had doffed the blouse and was removing her bra. With no realization that I was in her backyard, she slipped it off and tossed it away. Facing the window, I thought for sure she had looked out and seen me agape in her back yard. For a moment she was half naked in full view. As much as I felt guilty looking, I couldn’t tear away from the sight of her firm round breasts as she reached up to get a v-neck sweater, pulling it on without a bra. The thought of her swinging free under that sweater was going to affect my concentration this evening, I reasoned. Dashing around the house to the front porch, I climbed the steps and rang the bell.
It was Jenny who answered. “Hi Mr. Evans. Come on in,” she welcomed me.
“Thanks,” I said, stepping inside. “You are looking especially lovely this fine evening,” I commented honestly. In fact she was radiant. Her freshly cleaned red hair had been brushed to a copper luster and fell to her bare shoulders. The spaghetti strap dress she wore was silky green, complementing her eyes to perfection. Bare feet were somewhat incongruous to the outfit, but with red painted toenails, she posed a strikingly beautiful sight. Her figure, while not as fully rounded as her mother’s, emphasized her long legs and perky breasts. There was definitely nothing immature about her demeanor as she looked at me with those big round green eyes. She definitely has her mother’s good looks, although in a fresh redhead sort of way, I thought.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’m glad you like it. I picked it out special for tonight,” she added.
“Oh, really? What’s going on with you tonight?” I asked.
“I meant for you…I mean tonight… I mean for here, now,” she stammered, flushing slightly. It was cute, I thought. Looks like little Jenny’s not so little anymore. Admittedly, the sight of her (obviously) braless upper body sliding under the dress was enough to bring a rise to me. However, I reasoned, I should not be thinking those thoughts about this girl, barely eighteen.
Covering the conversation gap, I said, “Here’s some wine. You better put it in the fridge to cool.” I moved behind her into the kitchen, sensing that she was moving a little slower than necessary on her crutches, allowing me to fully enjoy the rear view of her hips and ass. I didn’t mind a bit, the sight was quite sensual, even if it was not intended to be.
An aroma in the kitchen kicked my appetite up in a flash. “What’s cooking?” I asked.
“Mom’s had a crock pot stew cooking all day. It’s almost ready. Hope you can stay,” she invited.
“Smells like my favorite meal, one that I don’t make very often anymore,” I said, looking around. Candles were already lit on the table and around the dining room, making the atmosphere very aromatic and sensual.
“I hope you can stay, too, since I already invited you,” said Helen as she entered the room. With plenty of cleavage exposed and loose fitting slacks, she appeared comfortable and confident. She had applied just a touch of makeup and brushed her dark hair so that it flowed freely and curled on her shoulders. Like Jenny, she was barefoot.
As I noticed, she said “You can kick off your shoes, socks too if you want. I plan to be as comfortable as possible tonight. I hope you do too.” She smiled seductively, getting my hormones flowing again. Being in the presence of these two lovely ladies was beginning to arouse senses in me that had been dormant for several months.
“Definitely, I do,” I said, kicking off my loafers and moving them to the hallway. “I brought some wine, if you want a glass now.”
“Thanks, that’s nice. One for you?” Helen asked.
“Yes, please,” I replied. I could sense a relaxed atmosphere between mother and daughter as well as between them and me. The wine was served and we toasted to the weekend. Jenny helped herself to a Coke.
“That’s good wine. In fact, I’ve got more of the same, if we kill this bottle,” said Helen.
“None for me, I know,” Jenny stated. “Someone has to keep a clear head,” she added, giving a smirk at her Mom. I had a feeling that they had discussed this evening prior to my arrival, but thought it was just to prepare Jenny for the discussion Helen spoke of. Although I did not know specifically what would require my input, I was beginning to feel quite mellow and more comfortable in their house with each sip of the wine.
The dinner was informal and quite delicious. Our conversation was light and continuous, mostly concerning mutual acquaintances and Jenny’s school. I recalled an amusing, if somewhat self-depreciating, story of my high school years that they thought was quite funny. Jenny’s youthful giggles were a delight to hear. At one tine, I felt a foot brush my leg under the table and passed it off without comment as an accident. When it happened a second time, I glanced at Helen, but she seemed unaware. Could it be…? No, I thought, it can’t be Jenny. But the uncertainty was slightly unsettling.
Having finished, I offered to help clear the table. “No, that’s Jenny’s job tonight. Let’s us go into the other room. Another glass of wine?” Helen asked.
I said yes and poured for us. We moved to her living room, which was tastefully decorated in traditional overstuffed seats. The view form the large picture window overlooked a field as yet untouched by housing. The clouds had receded to the horizon and the sun had already set behind them. We settled on the couch looking out at the sunset’s rosy glow on the horizon.
“I’m glad you accepted my invitation, Ron. It’s really good to see you for more than a few minutes as we pass on the street, or wave from our backyards. I’ve told Jenny that we need to have a little talk tonight. I think she’s prepared with questions. I hope you can be comfortable in talking with her about what ever comes up. We both appreciate a man’s perspective. There hasn’t been a father figure in her life since her Dad died.”
“I’m sorry. You mentioned that earlier. Anyway, I’ll do my best,” I said.
“Oh that’s what I’m counting on,” Helen said with that quirky smile. I blushed a little at that, still flushed with the wine, and awed by the presence of this stunningly beautiful woman who seemed to value my opinion and trust me to talk with her daughter.
We watched the last of the evening orange fade to dusky gray, sipping the last of our wine. Jenny entered. “All done Mom.”
“Good, honey. Come on in and have a seat.” Jenny dropped her crutches, plopped on a love seat across from us, curling her bare legs under her and tossing an arm casually to her side. I noticed that her dress had pushed up to mid thigh, making her legs look even longer. Staring, I could not help but think that these can’t be the legs of one affected by polio. They are too shapely, too tan, and too sexy with her red-tipped nails.
“You are a good help to your Mom, Jenny,” I said, raising my gaze to her eyes.
“Thanks, Mr. Evans.”
“Please call me Ron. I think your old enough.”
“OK, Ron.”
As the sunlight dimmed, I noticed that Jenny had lit several candles behind us giving a flickering muted glow to the room.
“How about some music, Ron? Something soft to keep the mood?” asked Helen.
I agreed. She rose to turn on a CD player, preloaded with a selection of instrumental music. Jenny switched hips to sit on, giving me another tease of upper thigh, with a little smirk and giggle. Once again, I thought I was the only one here who was unaware of some secret. When Helen returned to the couch, it seemed she sat a little closer to me. I certainly didn’t mind. Being close to her was becoming a new priority. I could smell her perfume and feel her body heat. As she pressed closer, I remembered seeing her half naked earlier tonight. I also hoped that I would not make a complete fool of myself or blow my chance at seeing her again.
“That was a great meal. Thank you again,” I said.
“My pleasure,” Helen replied. “OK, Jenny, the floor is yours. We want you to be comfortable and know whatever we talk about with Ron will remain confidential. We promise not to laugh or pass judgment. I love you and want the best for you.” She arose to close the curtains on the last of the sunset, leaving the only light in the room from the several candles and the glow from the dining room.
“I know you do, Mom. I thought I’d be more self conscious, but I’m really OK with this. So, maybe I should be as honest as I can. Ron, you should know nothing is wrong. I’m not dying of some strange disease or anything. Mom and I talked about doing this with you, and we agreed it was a good thing. I know she likes you. Yes, Mom, I do. And I feel OK with you too.”
Deciding that silence was most appropriate at this time, I just looked at Jenny, trying to see her as a young woman. Succeeding in that easily, because of her demeanor and appearance. Helen, who had returned to my side, was silently encouraging Jenny to continue with her smile.
“Well, I’m not very good at this. I’ve never asked a guy to dance, but Ron, would you show me how to slow dance? I like this music. It should be OK, don’t you think?”
“Most assuredly young lady. I would be honored.” I arose to help her to her feet, and we moved to a cleared area between two large plants on one side of the room. “First, you want to hold my hand like this, and put your other hand on my shoulder.” I placed my hand on the small of her back, and we began to move to the music. “Are you OK without the crutches?” I asked.
“Yes, for a while I’m OK,” she replied. The top of her red haired head floated beneath my chin as she stepped easily following my lead. She looked up and said, “Wow, this is easier than I thought. You are a good dancer.”
“It takes two to perform a good dance. There’s a lot of different styles, most of which I can’t do, but I appreciate those that can dance well.” Holding Jenny like this, I became more aware of her incredible sensuousness and less aware that her mother was nearby, watching our every move.
“Can I move my hands to like this?” Jenny asked as she placed them on my hips. “I’ve seen people do it like this. I think I can feel you move sooner, so I can follow easier.” Oh, yes, I thought, much better. She drew me closer, within a whisper of her chest and hips. Almost like a hug, we swayed to the sound of the orchestra, occasionally bumping. After one such bump, she did not draw away and we pressed closer.
I looked over her head at Helen, who was swaying with the beat on the couch. Well, I thought. If it’s all right with her, it’s definitely all right with me. Between the wine, the music, and Jenny so close, I was getting aroused. Thankful for the jeans I was wearing, the bulge should not be noticeable. Jenny may have noticed, but did not pull away. If anything, she pulled me closer, allowing me to feel her breasts against my chest. As the song died away, we stopped, held each other a moment, and parted. She kept her hand around my waist, looked at me and smiled. I wondered what she was thinking.
“That felt so dreamy, Ron. I guess dancing is not going to be hard for me, after all.”
Not hard for you, but definitely getting hard for me, I thought. Jenny turned again to me, lifted to her toes, and kissed my cheek.
“Not bad for a barefoot young lady,” I stammered.
She held onto my hand and said, “Can we do another? I’m just getting the hang of it I think. And no crutches! OK Mom?”
“Sure, honey. Ron is a good dancer, but save a dance for me,” Helen replied. The music changed to a little more rhythmic beat, allowing us to move faster. This caused us to bump a little more often, not quite by accident, I admit. It was very pleasurable, but I felt I had to support Jenny by holding her close to me, since she seemed to be tiring. By the time the song ended, the dance and her fresh scent had given me a woody. As Jenny squeezed me at the end of the 3-minute dance, I was sure she must have noticed. I certainly noticed that her nipples had hardened as the fabric of her dress moved against her. She turned with one hand behind her back, pressing back to me as she faced Helen. Not so casually, I’m sure she brushed my hard on with that hidden hand before she moved away. “All yours, Mom. I’ve got to sit down. I’ve got him all warmed up for you.”
She knew exactly how warmed up I was, but she hid it well. I moved to the couch and offered my hand to Helen. “May I have the pleasure with the other lady?” Her eye level was directly on my belt. What the hell, I thought. It’s kind of a complement, isn’t it? If her gaze seemed to linger there as I helped her up, little doubt was left when she looked at me, licked her lips, and leaned into me.
“Oops. You know I’m clumsy. You may have to hold me up,” she said as she arose.
“I think I can manage that,” I said, sweeping her to the dance area. The song changed again to a slow number with a background vocal by a sultry alto. Helen put her hands on the small of my back, so I did the same. We swayed to the sound. Only slightly taller than her daughter, Helen hummed softly and laid her head on my shoulder. She whispered, “Thanks for doing that for Jenny, and for me”. She hung on like we had been dancing for years, easily moving with me within the limited area. Looking over at Jenny, I could see she had resumed her position on the love seat, fanning herself with a paper. It was no accident that her dress had slipped up even higher. In the flickering candlelight I could see she was returning my look with a sultry look of her own. Using eyes, lips, and body position, she exuded an aura of come-get-me that was not difficult to read.
“Was it only dancing that Jenny wanted to learn tonight?” I ventured.
“Let’s see,” Helen replied. We moved back to the seating area, facing Jenny.
“Was it only dancing that you wanted to learn tonight?” I repeated to Jenny. I was glad to be seated again. Casually moving my member to a more comfortable position, I realized there was not much to hide the bulge it made in my jeans.
“Actually, there is something else,” said Jenny, sliding forward on her seat, and then paused. She glanced at Helen as if to get encouragement or permission. Apparently receiving assent, she looked back at me. Less than two feet separated us. Her dress had ridden up to the point beyond modesty, and she knew that I noticed. Her legs parted slightly, and I caught a glimpse of dark panties and squirmed a little. Helen moved even closer to me, placing her hand on my knee.
“Jenny and I thought this may be a good time for an education in another way, one that she has not been able to get from her teachers, her friends, or from me.”
I was getting a little choked up with anticipation, not yet ready to admit that a fantasy might be coming true. “What can I do?” I asked.
“Well”, said Jenny. “The dancing was fun. Can you tell me how guys like to kiss? I feel so clumsy at it, and haven’t had any practice. I feel that you would know, being older…I mean experienced… I mean…well you know what I mean.”
“I can’t tell you, but I can show you. Stand up.” Boldly go where no man has gone before ran through my mind. Putting my hands on her shoulders, I drew her close. “When you’re ready, you move close, into an embrace like this,” I said, sliding my hands down her back as she hugged my hips.
“Put your arms around me, lean you head back slightly, look me in the eyes, part your lips a little, and move in like this.” I pulled her close, and kissed her gently on her lips. I could feel her kiss back. Holding that pose for a couple of seconds, she leaned in again pressing her stomach to mine and rubbing her erect nipples against my chest. We parted for just a moment before she pulled me back again. With more intensity we kissed again. All regard for our age difference forgotten, we were just a man and a woman expressing a mutual feeling in a kiss and a hug. I embraced her close, knowing it was useless to pretend I wasn’t aroused. Then, taking a risk, I parted her lips with my tongue, probing deeper to find her tongue, which pressed back on mine. We frenched that way for several seconds, I suppose, before she drew breathlessly away. I felt like she needed support again, so I continued to hold her close.
“Oh my! Mom, you were right! He is a good kisser!” I wondered how Helen would know how good of a kisser I was, but I was lost in the moment. “Thanks, Ron.” Her incredible smile, framed with those red tresses and pale complexion, gave her an angelic appearance, and doing nothing to diminish the tightness in my groin.
“Honey, seeing you in his hands is an incredible turn on for me. Of course I’m happy for you, knowing that you are too.” This was turning out to be too good to be true, I thought. Could it get any better? “It’s obvious, Ron, that you find it as pleasurable as Jenny,” Helen said, looking at my obvious bulge.
“I’m impressed with your open attitude and freely admit that this evening has been as much of a pleasure for me as for either of you,” I said. “Getting turned on is an added benefit, I guess.”
The music changed again, so I ventured, “Jenny, would you like to dance again?”
“No thanks. I need to sit down, but maybe Mom does.”
“Not now, dear,” said Helen. I helped Jenny back down into her chair. Before I could back away, she held the back of my legs, seemingly reluctant to let me go. I looked down as she again touched the front of my pants, caressing that swollen area I could no longer hide. It was a move that seemed both innocent and calculating and it caught me by surprise.
“Actually,” Jenny whispered, “there is something else we, I mean I, hoped you could do.” As if on cue, Helen arose to stand close behind me. Smelling her perfume again and feeling that familiar heat, I anticipated her next move, which was to hug me from behind. There I was, between two incredibly lovely women, both of whom seemed as aroused as I. Things were progressing nicely in my fantasy, and I smiled.
“You see,” continued Jenny, “Mom knows I’m a virgin, and I know I want to stay that way until I meet the man I want to marry. But a lot of my friends are talking about the sex they had with their boyfriends. I’ve only come close once, but at the last minute I said no. I wanted to, but I didn’t, you know?” I nodded and she continued. “Mom said I could trust you. I can, right?”
“Of course, Jenny,” I replied, wondering what she would ask next.
Her hand, still on my fly, began to move to rub the front of my pants. From behind, Helen gave me a squeeze, and her hands trailed lower toward my belt. Helen said, “I knew you would be so kind and understanding with us, Ron. Are you OK with this?”
“Yes, whatever this is,” I whispered, scarcely believing my fortune.
“This is what,” Jenny said. “I want to see you up close, and I want you to tell me what I should do. I want to know how to show someone I really care, without having actual sex.”
“And I want you to show her, Ron,” breathed Helen in my ear.
This was getting too much for me, so I decided to take the lead. “Alright, Jenny. Consider this an educational experience.” I reached for my belt only to find Helen’s hands had arrived first. She quickly unbuckled my belt, the snap, and tugged at the zipper. With the tension released, my fully engorged cock pushed out against my boxers, nearly released from its confinement. Helen’s breath on my neck and the sight of Jenny before me with her eyes glued to the opening, gave me extra courage. “Wait,” I said. “I want to see you first.” Trying to maintain control, I said, “Jenny, you first.”
I took her hand from my groin, lifting her up. I bent over, slid my hands under her dress, and easily slipped it over her head. She stood, fully exposed, and she smiled. “Slip off your panties,” I ordered. As she lowered them down, she bent toward my now-open fly, her head coming close enough for me to feel her breath. Oh, yes, Mr. Dick wanted to come out and play for sure. Jenny stood again, now completely naked. Her glowing tanned body begged for a touch. I could see a patch of neatly trimmed red fuzz in that secret place under her navel. I caressed her breasts with both hands, gently tweaking the tiny nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She let out a soft moan and leaned toward me. It seemed so natural for us to kiss again, holding that pose for just a few seconds. Meanwhile, her hands were busy at my fly again, reaching in to grab my fully engorged member through my boxers.
Somewhat reluctantly, I turned to face Helen and said, “You too, beautiful.” Without hesitation, she first slipped my shirt over my head, and then her own sweater went flying.
“Jenny and I are comfortable being naked together.” Why was I not surprised? I glimpsed those full round breasts for the second time tonight, this time without feeling I was spying. Her slacks dropped just as quickly, revealing a narrow waist and a clean-shaven mound between full round hips. I could not stop myself from reaching to pull her close, bending to nuzzle my chin between her breasts. She grabbed my head and said, “See to Jenny first.”
Again I turned to face the auburn beauty, quickly dropping my pants and boxers and kicking off my socks. “Well, that takes care of those uncomfortable clothes,” I said. Jenny’s eyes opened even wider. Reaching to grab me again, she put one hand on the shaft and the other cupped my balls below.
“It’s so big!” Jenny whispered. A musky scent permeated the air between us. Helen’s hands were on my shoulders, as she pressed close behind me. Nipples as hard as pencil erasers poked into my back, seeming to press me forward toward Jenny. Again, I was sandwiched between two erotic women, all of us as aroused as we had ever been. I made the next move.
“Sit, Jenny,” I commanded. She did. I lowered myself to my knees, spread her legs and moved closer. “You look so pretty like this, I can’t help myself. I want you to show you how to pleasure a man, as you requested. But first, I need to know you are fully ready.”
“Oh Ron, I’m so ready. I’m wet just thinking about it,” replied Jenny, her eyes wide.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I said reaching to her furry cleft. “Oh, yes, you are wet there,” I said as I caressed the outside. She spread even more, allowing me deeper access. I teased with fingers, lightly brushing, probing gently, and twisting them just inside. Probing slightly deeper, I touched her clit, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Jenny. Kissing her gently again, I slid lower, dragging my lips over her breasts, licking the nipples, and gently tugging them with my teeth. A moan and her hand on my head encouraged me lower. As I slid to the floor, my lips crossed her stomach and kissed the furry patch. I felt the heat emanating from within her, and tasted the wetness she produced. My lips kissed while my hands parted her lower lips. Flicking my tongue out, I probed and licked my way inside. At first slowly, then with increasing vigor, I worked with lips, tongue and fingers to bring Jenny to the brink of orgasm. Her hands on my head and shoulders pulled me closer, encouraging me deeper. Alternating flicks and stabs, my tongue darted in and out like a little flexible cock. Suddenly, she clenched, shuddered, and closed her thighs on my head. Arching her back and thrusting her pussy at my face, she cried out. “Oh my god! I’m cumming! Oh, my. Oh my. Ooooh, wow!” The wetness increased as I lapped it up.
Spreading her thighs to release my head from their grip, I looked up, and smiled to see her grinning as well. “Jeeze, Ron. That was intense. What a great tongue you have!”
“Glad you liked it. It was good for me too,” I said adjusting my position. Helen had not moved very far away, still curled close to us. Her hand was between her own legs, obviously aroused, as well. “Now, there’s something you can do for me,” I said as I stood facing Jenny. She knew what I wanted. Reaching for my shaft, she pulled me closer. Gripping it with her small hands, she stroked it and gently rubbed the knob at the tip. “Use your mouth,” I said. She leaned forward, taking the tip into her mouth. She used her tongue on the underside, licking around and pressing the slit.
“I don’t know if I can take it all,” she said.
“That’s OK. Just take it easy. Relax your throat. Take it slowly,” I instructed.
As pre-cum began to ooze from it, she opened her mouth wider pulling me deeper inside. She continued to rotate her tongue on the shaft as she took me inside even deeper. Pulling out, she applied easy suction until it slid out with a wet pop. Continuing to stroke with one hand, she sucked it in again, pulling and pushing. Her head bobbed back and forth as I held her hair. Each time she took it deeper.
“That’s it, Jenny. It feels so good. You are doing just great.” She continued to suck and pump me with her fingers. She looked up with her mouth full of my cock. I smiled down as she renewed her efforts. I did not take long before I felt the tightening inside, the beginning of a great cum. I did not move until I felt the build-up begin, and then, by reflex, began to move my hips to meet her head thrusts.
“Jenny, if you keep that up, I’m going to cum inside that pretty mouth,” I said.
“Is that what you want?” she asked.
“I would like that very much,” I whispered. Without comment, she proceeded to renew her ministrations on my cock. Not needing much more stimulation, I felt the eruption coming. “Oh, yes. Here it comes!” She stroked harder and pulled me deeper inside with her suction. As I pushed for the final time, my cum erupted in heavy spurts. The first hit her deep in the back of the throat. She swallowed and pulled me out so that the next powerful ejaculations landed on her lips and her cheeks, and dripped to her breasts. I held her hand with mine pumping out the last of the white jism, as she licked it from the tip. Releasing me, my knees buckled, and I sank to the floor.
Jenny licked her lips and, with her fingers, wiped the drops from her cheeks and smeared the drips over the erect nipples on her perky breasts. “Wow, Ron. There was so much!”
“You brought it out, Jenny. I don’t think you need any lessons in cock sucking. That was just perfect.”
As I lay sprawled on the floor between Jenny’s legs, Helen approached. “I hope that there is another lesson like that for me”, she purred. As her breasts hung over my face, I reached up to fondle them, bringing them closer so I could nuzzle between them. “I’m so worked up watching that, I’ve already cum twice!”
On her knees beside me, she lowered her head toward my still-rigid cock, dragging those magnificent breasts over my stomach. We eased into a sixty-nine with her on top. She straddled my head, as I reached up to see that shaven pussy glistening with moisture. The scent was similar but different than Jenny’s. Taking my cock inside her mouth, she began to administer suction. That was enough to cause a resurgence, bringing it to full rigidity again.
“Hmmm. Tastes salty,” she said. My head lifted to reach her honey pot, and I again used my tongue as best I could. She rocked on my face as I alternately licked and sucked her. She had a knack for cock sucking too, because I could feel that old tingling coming on again.
“Wait,” I said, pushing her up. “I want to fuck that pussy.”
“Let me do the work,” she directed. “Lay back.”
I did, and she straddled my hips with her thighs, positioning herself over my fully renewed cock. Slowly she lowered, impaling herself as she guided me into her. In a moment, she had taken me fully inside.
“Oh, god, that feels so good,” she said, as I was thinking the same thing. I reached up to caress her breasts as they dangled above my face. She looked down. As our eyes met, we each recognized the pure lust in each other’s gaze, not wanting to hold back.
Helen lifted slightly, until only the tip of me was inside. Then she let herself down again to take all of me. It was a tight fit and I could feel the hot wetness inside. She picked up the rhythm, pushing down on my shoulders as she raised her hips. I met each move with a thrust of my own. After Jenny’s superb blowjob, the edge was taken off a bit, and I could relax and enjoy this fantastic fuck. I glanced over at Jenny, who had gotten a towel and returned to her chair. As our eyes met, she blew me a kiss. As sexy as she looked, I turned back to Helen, who was humping with increasing intensity. She glowed in the candlelight with a sheen of perspiration as she pushed to get all of me inside again and again.
As the rhythm increased, Helen tossed her head back, bit her lip, and sighed “Oh, Ron. I want you to cum in me as I cum on you.” Breathing harder, she tensed and said, “I can’t wait. I’m cumming now!” I pushed myself as deep as I could, feeling her squeeze me on the inside, her juices lubricating my cock. I could not hold back any more, and let loose with a pulsing flood of my own, squirting my cum deep inside her. “I can feel it. Yes, give it to me! Oh, yes!” She arched her back and used those strong internal muscles to squeeze the last of my juice from me. She collapsed on me. We were both drained.
“That felt so wonderful, I can’t wait to do it again,” Helen said. As she rolled off me onto her back, I reached for her dripping pussy, easily slipping in two fingers. A combination of my juices and hers coated my fingers and cock. The scent of sex was strong in the air. I pressed in one more finger and twisted them, feeling the swollen clit.
“You’re still hot, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes. I didn’t think I could cum so many times, but I don’t want to stop,” Helen replied. I continued to finger her hot, wet hole as her eyes drifted closed. Jenny moved closer, obviously still aroused as well. Using the towel, she carefully wiped the juices from my deflating member. Her hand drifted back to her own pussy, as I finger-fucked Helen.
Within seconds, Helen was writhing, saying “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” She drenched my hand with her juices. As the orgasm subsided, we lay together and watched Jenny satisfy herself.
Fingers rapidly moving in a circular motion on her clit, she was watching me. I leaned over to cup her breasts. I kissed first one nipple, then the other, using my teeth to gently nibble each one. Then I sucked and licked each one, tasting the residue of my own cum she had placed there before. “Mmmmm, that feels so nice. I’m going to cum again…right…now!” As her fingers pressed her hidden button, she sighed, “Ohhhhh! Ooooo! Ahhhhhhh!” I reached for her hand, covering it with my own, pressing my fingers between hers, feeling the warmth and wetness emanating from within her.
“Wow. This has been quite a party,” I said, looking at the two naked beauties still within my reach. I was caressing Jenny’s hand over her pussy as I cupped her mother’s left tit with my other hand.
Helen raised herself onto one elbow and said, “I don’t know about you, but I could use a shower. Want to join me?”
“Sure,” I replied.
We arose together, staying close, still touching with fingers, breasts and buttocks until we separated, moving toward the bathroom. Jenny seemed to be moving fine without crutches, and I didn’t mind holding her around the waist, just to make sure. It was a huge room, with an elevated oversized tub, double sink, and toilet. One whole corner was devoted to a glass-walled enclosure for the shower. Inside, I could see at least six spray nozzles, some overhead and some chest-high. One multi-function lever controlled the water pressure, temperature, and spray heads. “I think you’ll like this shower,” said Helen, as she proceeded ahead of me into the room. Jenny followed, gathering towels from a shelf nearby. Obviously, she intended to join us.
Helen immediately went to the toilet and, without a thought, sat and began to pee. I tried not to look, but it was hard not to. Jenny reached in to turn on the water. Before long, the steam began to warm the room. She placed the towels on a rack just outside the glass doors and stepped inside. Crooking her finger at me, she said, “Come on in, the water’s just fine!” She was already under the spray, soaking her hair.
“In a second, I will,” I said, feeling the need to pee too. Helen was finished and I passed her on the way to the shower. This was not a night to be inhibited, I guess, so I lifted the lid and let loose with a stream, feeling that familiar relief that only comes with having a good piss. Finished, I called out “Can I flush?”
“Yes, it’s OK. It doesn’t affect the shower,” said Helen, who had already entered the shower enclosure. Through a coating of water vapor on the glass, I could see both women soaking their bodies. As they moved, I could hardly distinguish who was who, except for a slight height difference. It was Helen, I presumed, who damped a washcloth and began to wash Jenny’s back. Turning, Jenny embraced her mother. This demonstration of maternal love made me hesitate to enter. When they broke from the hug, I stepped in.
Helen handed me a cloth and I used one of the sprays to lather up and rinse off. With water spraying everywhere, it was an easy task, made all the more enjoyable seeing Jenny soap up her lithe body and hair. I moved to Helen. “Need a hand?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, I need both of your hands!” she replied. I used the cloth to wash her back and, as she turned, I dropped the cloth to rub her soapy breasts with my hands. Her hands, in the meantime, were on my hips and butt, pulling me closer. Surprising myself, I could feel an undeniable arousal, the evidence of which was rapidly becoming evident as my prick tried to poke between her legs.
Jenny was seated on one of the molded benches within the shower enclosure, squeezing water from her red hair. “Looks like we got a horny man with us tonight!” Jenny exclaimed.
“It’s the sight of you both that turns me on,” I said.
Helen turned around, leaning against the glass wall, letting the water stream down her back from a high spray and jetting against her stomach from a lower spray. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Come here, Ron.”
I moved behind her, feeling her round buttocks. Stepping forward, I leaned over her back, reaching around to feel her breasts, which hung free under her chest. Turning her head, she kissed me and said, “Take me again, right now.” Still holding her, I pushed my hips forward and up, easily sliding into her from behind. As I began the rocking motion that allowed me to control the depth and rhythm of this slow screw, I held her hips to keep from slipping on the wet floor. I felt like I was reaching a depth not previously attained, as I drove myself to the hilt. Helen held herself on the wall with her hands over the spray, as the water cascaded over her back to the place where we were joined. The wetness added to the warm sensation I was feeling, as I plunged deep in a rhythm of increasing hardness.
“Oh, oh, oh, that’s good” she said. “Give it to me hard.” I pushed faster and harder, bumping my groin against her ass, sliding my cock in and out of her slick channel. Suddenly, she cried out “Oh baby, here I go again!” She pushed back to me as I plunged as deep as I could. Continuing to fuck her hard, she came with a moan and a familiar pulsating and squeezing of those muscles inside. Her legs buckled, so I held her by the arms and sat her down on the bench beside Jenny.
“Is it this big every time?” asked Jenny as she reached out to grab me again.
“Like I said, it’s your beauty that makes it grow. It wants…I mean, I want to please you both, as long as I am able.”
“It’s still long enough for me! And big enough around that I can hardly hold it,” Jenny said. Stepping forward, I pressed against her. She held her breasts together and I slid between them. Rocking up and down, I created a sweet friction between those beautiful globes. As the tip rose, her lips opened to receive it. As I withdrew, sliding down between her tits, she held her mouth open to receive it again as it rose. The sight of it, combined with the sensation, brought me to the brink again.
“I’m going to cum again, Jenny. Take it in your mouth.” She did, using both hands to keep it there. I thrust a couple of times as deep as I could without choking her, and let loose with another load deep into her throat. This time she did not pull out. Swallowing the jets of jism, she milked the last of it before she let me go. Reluctantly, I pulled away. Having cum three times within two hours left me fully sated. From the looks on the faces of Jenny and Helen, they were just as satisfied.
Grabbing towels, we quickly dried off. We donned robes and left the bathroom for the comfort of the living room couches. “I’ll get us some drinks,” said Helen.
We chatted for a while, totally at ease, playing footsie with our bare feet propped on the ottoman in front of us. “Do you have to go?” asked Jenny.
“No,” I replied. “Mary’s staying with a friend tonight.”
“Will you stay with us then?” asked Helen. “I’ve got a king-sized bed.”
“I’d love to. After all that exercise and the hot shower, I’m done in.” After a few more minutes, we were all drowsy. I helped pick up the clothes strewn about, borrowed a toothbrush and made ready for bed. After using the bathroom, Helen and I met in her bedroom. I wondered, how much sleep will I get tonight, as we threw off the quilt, exposing black satin sheets.
“I know they’re slippery, but I just love the feel of satin,” said Helen. She dropped her robe, reached for the sash on mine, and pulled it off. Still struck by her beauty in the light seeping in from the curtained patio doors, I embraced her warmly. Her clean fresh scent was very enticing. My kiss was returned with a bit of her tongue on mine. As if by unspoken agreement, Jenny joined us as we climbed into the bed. The two cuddled me closely, arms draped over me and each other. Soon we drifted off to and exhausted sleep.
Once during the night, I awoke from a dream only to realize I was living another dream. Warm and comfortable in the silence, I fell back into a heavy slumber.
The next thing I knew, there was light behind the curtains and I was awake. Opening my eyes, I saw Helen’s face on the pillow to my left. Her breath was deep, as she slept. Looking right, I discovered that Jenny was awake. With mussed up red hair and sleepy green eyes, she looked so sexy on the black satin pillow. I smiled and mouthed good morning, reaching for her under the sheets. She smiled back, and then disappeared under the covers. My morning wood was back as usual, regardless of the previous evening’s workout, seeming to anticipate Jenny’s arrival. Her hands and mouth soon found my semi-erectness, as she set to work on my shaft. It was difficult not to move as she expertly brought me to full arousal. Feeling her there and seeing the sheets move, I relaxed and let her work her magic.
Helen roused at the movement, looking at me and then the covered lump over my groin. Immediately awake, she smiled and said, “Looks like you’re ready again.”
“Ready, willing, and able,” I said.
Pausing from her efforts, Jenny said from under the covers, “Oh, he’s ready all right!” With that she returned to using her tactile skills to further stimulate me until I began to squirm. Alternating licking the shaft and sucking the tip, she was making me feel like a god again. As she enclosed my cock with her mouth, she began to hum, sending shivers up my spine.
“Now that’s a nice wake-up call,” I said.
Helen propped herself up, leaned over to kiss me, and said, “If that end of you is busy, I’ll just have to make do with this end.” With that, she pushed off the covers, exposing her curves to the morning air. As the covers slipped away, I could observe as well as feel Jenny’s red hair moving on my stomach as her mouth moved on my hardness. Helen stretched up, lifting her leg to straddle my chest again. With those full breasts above my face, I reached up to cup them and tweak the nipples. She slid even further, bringing her pussy to my chin. I obliged, propping my head up with a pillow. Fully pinned, I was immobilized, but not helpless. Holding her ample hips, I began to probe into the already moist tunnel with my tongue. Licking up and down, and probing in, I found that she was ready in just a few minutes. Suddenly, she arched back and smothered my chin with her juices, crying out “Oh sweet mother, that’s good!”
As the climax receded, she moved off me to cuddle in the crook of my arm. Still propped up, I watched that red head bouncing over my stomach. Helen’s hand worked at my chest, tweaking my nipples, as I had tweaked hers minutes before. Her hand slipped lower across my stomach, reaching her daughter’s hair. “Does she make you feel good?” she asked.
“It’s the best I’ve ever felt,” I replied.
“Jenny, honey, switch places with me,” ordered Helen.
With a muffled “Mmmm, OK,” Jenny raised herself from under the covers, revealing her lithe body to the light of day. I was more aroused than ever, being the plaything of these two women. Jenny moved to the head of the bed and gave me a little crooked smile.
“Good morning, Jenny,” I said, smiling back. I helped her flex her legs over my chest so that she was facing the headboard, her charms fully exposed to my view. She grabbed the headboard and looked down at me. I met her lazy green-eyed gaze with my own, but was distracted by the clearly erect nipples on her breasts hanging just above my face. I reached to touch, rub, and gently pinch each one.
“Good morning to you too, Ron,” she said lustily, sliding her hips forward as her mother had done. I met her trimmed rosy bush with my lips and tongue. As I held her hips, she began to rock back and forth, as I pushed my tongue and chin against her pussy lips. Licking gently at first, I quickly got into a pushing and licking motion that caused Jenny to increase her motions in response.
Meanwhile, Helen had positioned herself over me and behind Jenny. With one hand she guided my love shaft into her open tunnel as she slowly lowered herself on my legs. Although I was still sensitive from last night’s workout and Jenny’s relentless sucking, I entered easily, trying to maintain my concentration on Jenny’s pussy. Helen and Jenny were rocking together over me, both building toward orgasm, as I plunged tongue and cock into two different holes. With a final push and moan, Jenny tensed and “Ahhhhh, oh yes, so nice…” She squeezed her love juice over my chin and neck. I lapped what I could, the rest running down to soak the satin sheet under my head.
Helen was also close to cumming as she rocked herself on my totally enclosed cock. I met each rock by rolling my hips to thrust myself as deep as I could go. With a few hard pushes, she tensed, taking me deep inside. “Oh, Oh, Oh, I’m cumming again!” Helen screamed. I could feel her internal muscles rhythmically contract, squeezing my shaft as she came. Looking up, I could see Helen, hugging Jenny from behind, each seeming to support the other as the throes of passion washed over them. After a minute, still locked in this erotic embrace, they slowly rolled together off to my side.
In the middle of the huge bed, my head still propped on the folded pillow, I put my hands behind my head and smiled at my good fortune. Helen moved to kiss me, tasting the mixture of love juices still covering my mouth and jaw. Jenny noticed I was still erect and said “Hey, Ron, you didn’t cum yet?” Helen also turned to look.
“No,” I replied. “I was too busy to think about that, I guess.”
Jenny blushed a little, but said, “Maybe I could finish what I started?”
“Use your hands to make me cum,” I directed. Wrapping both of her small hands around the slick surface, she pumped my cock. As the skin bunched at the sensitive tip, she squeezed gently before she slid them down to the base. Within a minute or so, I could feel the tingling sensation inside that signaled an approaching orgasm. With one of my hands, I guided her rhythm, and said, “This is it, I’m going to blow!” From deep within, I could feel it begin. “Ahhh, that’s it. Hold on tight. Now…” Quickly it arose and spurted from the tip, a miniature gusher. As Jenny stroked, several globs of sticky white cum shot over her hands to my belly. The rest she squeezed from my cock as it oozed over her hands. I felt totally drained, again.
Still breathing heavily, we lay for a few minutes, recovering from this romp. Helen got up to get a warm washcloth and began to wipe the sticky cum from my stomach, cock and legs. A second cloth she gave to Jenny, who wiped her hands then assisted with me.
“Now that’s good service,” I remarked, watching them clean me.
“Yes,” replied Helen. “It’s a good neighbor who can provide that kind of lesson. We’ll have to have another lesson again soon.”
“I can hardly wait,” I smiled. It was true. With a thought to the deck and the Jacuzzi in the corner, I was already planning the next experience and the lessons I could teach these two horny women.