“I love watching Hadley in the garden in the spring.”
“You just like looking at her ass in shorts, Floyd.”
I took my father in law’s chuckle as an acknowledgment that I was right. I felt no ill well towards him. My mother in law, Belinda, was not a fantasy object sort, and acted so prim that I had no doubt that she was frigid.
This had been confirmed by my loving wife, Maggie, who one night not long ago had mentioned her Mother having said how glad she had been to ‘give up sex finally’. Maggie had bemoaned her Dad’s lack of sex, fearing it might destabilize the marriage, or make him behave even older than he seemed already.
“And it’s not like he’s not interested,” I had agreed at the time, recalling several times watching him watch Hadley.
Maggie’s remark had made me more than a bit uncomfortable. My Mags was still a hot number at 38 years old, after raising our son. Maggie’s comment about her Dad and sex had bothered me more than I had let on. Incest had a huge cringe factor for me. Add the thought of infidelity and I knew I had to take steps to get Floyd laid.
Hadley, the housekeeper for the old man next door to Floyd and Belinda, was much younger — only barely 18, in my estimation. We had been visiting now for five weeks, with Maggie finding continual excuses to prolong our stay. Our only child was away at college, she figured, not due home until the end of April, so why hurry home?
I had been forced to go off on disability, a tremor making it hard for me to do the precision tooling I loved. The medication seemed to be working, but I had another month before they would let me try a return to work. This extended RV trip was just the ticket to take my mind off my woes. In addition, Maggie had insisted on a few overnight stays in out of the way spots. Once she reintroduced me to outdoor fucking — a youthful pleasure long foregone after parenthood obliged us to be housebound – I started looking for deserted scenic lookouts in the afternoon as well.
Maybe it was Maggie’s enthusiasm for sex, especially outdoor sex, which made me think she might stray. “I wonder if Hadley would like it under a waterfall,” I mused, thinking of my last afternoon on the road before we had arrived at Floyd’s.
Maggie had dragged me into the flowing water like we were teenagers again, twirling until her clothes were transparent. I had wondered if anyone could see. Clearly, she hadn’t cared. After a moment, when she had pushed my shorts down, I no longer cared either. Her hard nipples had been like diamonds against my chest. She had wasted no time on foreplay, acting so aggressively that if genders were reversed, I might say she had raped me.
Her tongue occupied my lips, preventing refusal, or even hesitation, as her hands ripped her own shorts off, and then in the same motion, pushed her shockingly small lacy pink panties aside. She had lifted her right leg with all the grace which a youth of ballet followed by recent yoga classes allowed. Her right foot hooked behind my leg, shoving me closer. She pressed up with her left leg, twisting her groin and impaling herself on my rigid cock. She used her left knee like a piston crank, levering her pussy up and down my shaft. My ass scraped the rocks behind me more than once, but I could have been bloody and raw and not cared. The water enveloping us had made time meaningless. I still have no clue whether it was minutes or hours before, with a final clenching of her vaginal walls around my root, Maggie had orgasmed, tossing her head back, screams drowned by the water. Even before her muscles relaxed, I had felt my scrotum pull tight to my groin, and then loosen as my seed burst up through my cock, filling her womb. Afterwards, we had splashed and played in the water like kids, until we collapsed, exhausted, and napped on the rocks until dusk.
Thinking about that sex — about the sudden, rushed simultaneous climaxes, Maggie’s cunt clenched around my pulsing cock – while admiring Hadley made me hard. I might have blushed, embarrassed that I was wondering if Hadley wore shockingly small pink lace panties. Luckily Floyd was staring across the yard at Hadley, and I could have starting jerking my cock before he would notice. As I realized that, I glanced at Floyd, who was in fact caressing his own bulge through his fluorescent blue polyester slacks.
“She’s a slut, you know, and a tease,” Floyd said.
“Who?” My head was still full of Maggie.
“Hadley, of course,” Floyd replied. “She played young Billy Watts from the country club as a chump — leading him on, until he caught her screwing Ramon, the bartender, behind the 17th tee one day. Belinda thinks she’s screwing half the subdivision, in particular old Amos Brown, whose house she’s minding. Belinda says she sees Hadley sunbathing topless in the middle of the day. Old Amos no longer works, so he tends to be up drinking iced tea around then.”
“Sounds to me like Belinda needs more hobbies, so she’s spying on the neighbours less. So what if Amos wanted to screw Hadley on his porch swing? After all, he’s a widower.”
“You’re right there would be nothing wrong with that,” Floyd grinned,” though I’d prefer they did it when I was around to see. And would rather it be Billy or Ramon than wrinkly old Amos. Belinda though thinks she plans to get knocked up and force Amos to marry her for his money. Or just trick him into marriage at least.”
Right at that moment, Hadley straightened up from her work preparing the flower beds for planting, and turned to us with a wave. Her firm young tits, not huge, but lively, danced playfully without needing a bra under her tight tank top.
Despite the wave, Hadley pouted upon noticing us.
“Sorry,” I called across. “We’re just two old married guys enjoying the view. We didn’t mean to creep you out.”
Hadley laughed. “No, I’m not bugged by you guys watching. It’s just that today is Earth Day, and I always celebrate the beauty of nature by tanning topless — I hate tan lines, and even here in the Southwest, earlier in the year it’s often too chilly. I can’t very well do that though with an audience.”
“Don’t let us stop you,” Floyd said.
“What would the Mrs. think?” Hadley snapped back.
“She’s shopping with her sister. That always takes the whole afternoon.” Floyd replied.
“Okay, then, but don’t pop a valve, old man,” Hadley laughed, already tugging her top up. I don’t know about Floyd, but I know that I held my breath as those gigantic orbs popped into view.
“You like, huh?” Hadley teased. Her chest jiggled as she spoke. Floyd was still speechless.
“If you really want no tan lines though, you need to take off the shorts too.” I shocked even myself by saying.
Again Hadley laughed, this time deeper, her belly shaking. “What about your wife, Mister — hey — I don’t even know your name, ya know…and here you are, staring at my tits.”
“It’s Andy…as in Handy Andy,” a voice offered. I knew that voice. Turning, I saw my Mags had come out onto her parent’s deck while Floyd and I had been admiring Hadley.
“Don’t worry, dear, I don’t mind,” Maggie continued, flopping onto her parent’s porch swing, an exact match of the model on Amos’ deck next door. “In fact, I insist.”
“If you say so,” Hadley relied, and slipped her shorts down in a smooth motion. If she was wearing panties, they vanished with the shorts. I noticed faint tan lines around her hips but none up top. Maybe Floyd was right and she was a tease. It remained to be seen if she was also a slut.
Once she was naked, Hadley posed, arms thrown back, face tilted to the sun. She turned slowly, bathing in the brightness.
“I love the sun,” she shouted to the sky, spinning slowly, exposing herself to the rays, and to our eyes. “The only thing better than basking in it is fucking in it.”
“You’re absolutely right dear,” I was shocked to hear Maggie say. I tore my eyes off of Hadley just long enough to glance over at my wife. Not only were her nipples erect, but she had casually begun rubbing her tummy, her fingertips flitting down between her thighs, with each stroke coming closer to rubbing her pussy through her shorts, even though her father was just a few feet away.
A quick check though confirmed that Floyd’s attention was riveted on Hadley’s display, and the bulge in his slacks put him on close to even ground with his daughter. To cement the equality, his hand drifted over and cupped the outline of his shaft. Then he started rubbing. Like father, like daughter, I figured, feeling my own manhood swelling.
I thought I could feel Maggie’s eyes glance over to see whether I was stroking myself in appreciation of the naked celebration of nature. It was all I could do to resist. Instead, I stood there, praying that Floyd would decide to nap soon, so that I could grab Maggie and fuck her. I wondered whether she would fuck me right there in the porch swing, and whether or not it would make any difference to her if Hadley was still sunning next door.
Hadley meanwhile paused; her head still tilted back, and ran her hands up her belly, cupping each firm tanned young tit in a palm, massaging them as she bathed them in the light. Even at that distance, we could tell her cherry red nipples were erect. They grew more as Hadley flicked her thumbnails across the points.
“Why don’t you show us how much you like outdoor fucking, dear?” Maggie suddenly asked as Hadley grasped her nubs in between painted fingernails and slowly tugged them away from her body.
This made me gasp, and Floyd turned away from the young beauty next door long enough to stare slack jawed at his daughter. Maggie had slipped her free hand inside her top. Circular motions beneath the fabric suggested that she was mimicking Hadley, at least as far as massaging the weight of her flesh. Her other hand was now fully in her crotch, finger tips beginning to disappear into her shorts.
Hadley laughed at Maggie’s comment, quickly pulling our attention back in her direction. She had dropped her hands to her hips.
“But how can I do that?” Hadley asked in a mock girlish voice, even drawing her thumb up to her lower lip, chewing on it and pouting.
Maggie laughed hysterically at the show. It looked like Floyd might pop a gasket. I was having trouble catching my breath. My cock was now rock hard, straining at my shorts as I wondered how far Hadley would take this, and how far Maggie would let it go, though it seemed as if Maggie was propelling it forward rather just letting it run on inertia.
“After all,” Hadley continued, “The only guys here are your husband and your Dad, and they’re both married, so I’m sure they wouldn’t want to….plus that would be just too creepy, wouldn’t it?”
“I bet either of them would do it if we asked them nicely, and I wouldn’t tell.”
“You mean, you’d even let your own husband fuck me?”
“Only in the interest of science, as a test subject for you to use to show us how much you love outdoor fucking. After all, I know he wouldn’t enjoy it at all.”
Maggie looked at me, despite the difficulty tearing her eyes away from Hadley’s erect nipples. My wife’s eyes were alive with more excitement than I had seen in years. Her tongue slid slowly over her bottom lip. Despite the fact her Dad was just a few feet over from where she sat; her fingers were down her shorts. I had watched her masturbate often enough that I could picture her forefinger and baby finger pulling her labia apart, allowing the two middle fingers to enter her gash, while her thumb rolled underneath to bobble her clit — a position which might be awkward if she wasn’t so practiced at it. Her nipples were as hard as Hadley’s. In my mind’s eye I pictured them about to rip the thin fabric of her tank top, and the reality was not far from that.
Floyd had also shifted his gaze from the young nymphet next door when Mags started speaking, and he could not help noticing what his daughter was doing. As his eyes jumped from her groin to her chest, his hand instinctively moved to rub his hard cock. I was impressed that a senior citizen could get so big so fast with just visual stimulation. It was quite a tribute to the quality of the flesh on display, but also something that raised old Floyd in my estimation.
Though at least one part of Floyd didn’t need any more rising.
“So…” Hadley began, her hands rubbing the undersides of her firm melons, “do you really think I should?”
She did the coquette thing again, cocking her head to one side and raising a thumb to her mouth, teething the nail. Floyd and I looked at her, then at each other. I bet we were both wishing it was our cock where that thumb was.
“Will you join in?” Hadley asked Maggie.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. But first, I want to focus on how much you love it.”
“Okay, then, I guess…” Hadley sounded even more hesitant. I couldn’t tell if this was flirting, or a loss of nerve. “…but which guy?”
Confirming that there was no question who was in charge, we all looked at Maggie. In the moment before she answered, Maggie pulled her hand out of her shorts, stood up and shucked off her tank top. Her tits weren’t as ripe as Hadley, or as tanned, but they were wonderful for her age, and her nipples stuck out like thumbs.
I pondered which answer I wanted. Before this encounter, I had never seriously considered fucking another woman. Still, if Maggie not only knew, but told me to fuck Hadley, it would not really be cheating. It would just change our marriage forever. Until now, we had been pushing our limits, being more and more daring, but we had never directly involved others.
The idea of Maggie watching her Dad fuck this youth was even weirder. I just had time for it to register that if I fucked Hadley, that might leave Floyd as the one to fuck his daughter. She had never shown any inclination towards incest, so this was pretty shocking to contemplate.
I did not have long to decide how I felt about things.
“Even if I’m just watching for now, I shouldn’t be the only one with tan lines,” my wife announced, delaying her anointment of the lucky man who got Hadley.
As soon as she spoke, she dropped her hands to her shorts and shoved them swiftly to the porch decking, stepping out of them. I noted that her panties were in the puddle at her feet as well. Her nude body was on display for all to see. She stretched, thrusting her tits out into the sunlight, basking. Coincidentally, perhaps, she was pushing her goodies straight in Hadley’s direction.
“Gawwwwd, I love the sun,” Maggie screamed, throwing her arms skyward, causing her juicy melons to bob invitingly.
“I hope your Mom didn’t hear that all the way over to the Mall,” Floyd teased, getting giggles out of both Maggie and Hadley. There was a lot more life in the old goat than appeared.
As Floyd spoke, Hadley stepped towards the fence. Maggie lowered her arms and leaned forward, palms on the railing, which was about mid thigh. This squashed her tits tight together, shoving a mound of cleavage topped by two brownish nubs at Hadley. I think all three of us licked our lips in anticipation.
I don’t know if Floyd was holding his breath, but I sure was. I could hear my heart racing, pumping blood into my prick, my balls tight up into my groin. Any intellectual doubts were overruled by lust. I mentally urged Maggie to decide quickly, before Hadley changed her mind.
As I shifted my gaze from Hadley’s slow saunter to the gate between the yards, and Maggie, I noted that Floyd, who likely had not seen his daughter naked since puberty, was locked on to her pubic area. Maggie disdained shaving, or even trimming. Her bush was natural, fluffy and glistening with her excitement.
“Decide…” I heard Floyd mutter under his breath.
Poor guy. I wondered if he was willing to fuck Maggie, or if his anxiety was strictly his lust for Hadley. As tense as the pause made me, the waiting had to be ten times worse for him. If Maggie told him to fuck Hadley, the old guy would have the time of his life with minimal moral consequences — prospects of cheating on his frigid wife had to be nothing compared with the taboo of pumping his seed into his own offspring.
Perhaps if Maggie anointed me, he would wait for sloppy seconds with Hadley, or even, rather than waiting, try to join in a double ender. The thought of Hadley, lying on the porch swing, me thrusting between her legs as she twisted around to swallow Floyd’s cock kept me stiff as my view of her nakedness was temporarily shielded by the fence while she unlatched the gate.
“You guys should both strip,” Maggie instructed as the hinges creaked. “And Dad, after our fun, you better oil the gate. We wouldn’t want Mom waking up if there are any late night poolside hook ups in nights to come.”
We both chuckled nervously, and Floyd nodded. I speculated which of us Maggie thought might sneak next door.
“Of course the gate works both ways,” Hadley added, “I could always come over to this porch.”
I suddenly realized that she was right at the stairs, and I had not yet even started stripping. I glanced at Floyd, whose shirt was tossed recklessly over a railing, and saw that he was undoing his iconic thick white belt. A second later, his pants puddled to the porch decking. His cock immediately poked out of the fly of his silly neon blue boxer shorts.
“Wow,” I heard a womanly voice groan. I realized that it was Maggie. Provoking this spontaneous reaction even from his own daughter demonstrated that the ridiculous spindly legs on Floyd were irrelevant. His manhood was all the muscle he needed — twice as thick already as mine on my best day, and easily as long.
“Wow, indeed, I gotta get me some of that,” Hadley agreed, now half way up the steps. “But Maggie, you get to decide who I enjoy great outdoor fucking with first. Assuming of course, that your hubby either has a similarly great weapon, or maybe just knows how to use really well whatever he’s got.”
Maggie chuckled. “So young and you’ve already discovered that size does matter, but so does stamina and style. Don’t worry, dear, I can’t speak about Floyd, but Andy is as dandy as candy.”
“Then I want to lick him like a lollipop,” Hadley said, adopting a little girl voice. “Can I please, please Maggie?”
“Don’t beg, dear, there’s lots to go around,” my wife laughed as I recovered from my distraction and remembered that I was the only one still dressed. Without thinking to remove my shirt first, I swiftly pushed my shorts to the ground. I guess I must have looked pretty dorky, but I saw from how Hadley’s jaw fell open that no one minded.
“See what I mean,” Maggie resumed. “Maybe not as fat, but plenty long enough. Unless you are an even bigger slut than you claim, that should fill your young pussy just fine.”
“So you want Andy to fuck me?” Hadley asked. She froze on the stairs, her right toes poised above the edge of the deck like a ballerina in position. “At least, to fuck me first?”
Posed like that, even naked, she looked younger than her age, and more innocent than her boasting suggested.
Maggie did not answer immediately. Like Floyd and I, she just stood there for a moment, admiring the perfection of Hadley’s figure, and now that she was closer, breathing in that exotic mix of girly smells topped by her tangy excitement.
“You are right; you need to get rid of the rest of those tan lines. Earth Day hasn’t come a moment to soon,” Maggie said. “After we’re done celebrating outdoor fucking, I think I’ll join you, if that’s okay.”
Hadley just giggled, and then chewed her thumbnail again. Finally, she stepped up onto the porch. She seemed to recover her bravado, spreading her feet wider than her shoulders, planting a fist on each slender hip, and thrusting her chest forward.
I glanced at my father in law. He was bouncing lightly, his mouth slack, a tiny hint of drool at the left corner, until his tongue flicked across his lips. He looked like a lizard contemplating a feast, except for the giant beer can erection, which would have made a T Rex proud. I realized that either woman would be crazy not to want to fuck that, incest or age be damned.
Maggie was also breathlessly admiring Hadley, which made me also realize that just as fucking her father made sense in this strange situation, but that if Maggie wanted a taste of this tender treat, it would just flow naturally from the spell she had cast over us.
“Decide…” Floyd muttered under his breath.
If I could hear it, so could Maggie and Hadley. In the pause which followed, I worried that Floyd’s anxiousness would shatter the spell, that the women would come to their senses and return to proper behaviour, rather than egging each other into proving who most loved outdoor fucking.
“Can you take both at once?” Maggie finally asked with a twinkle in her eye. Her hand had dropped again to her crotch, where she casually stroked her clit.
Hadley looked confused. “You mean in my pussy? I don’t… think… so.” The last sentence was said in that slow emphatic style of Hadley’s generation.
Maggie chuckled. “You’ve got other holes.”
Floyd was just slowly leaning forward, his foot – still clad in white sock and soft shoe – poised to step towards Hadley. I felt my own weight shifting.
“I don’t assfuck,” Hadley said, a hard edge in her voice we had not heard before.
“Too bad – that’s my favourite form of outdoor fucking. There’s something about the fresh air that brings out the beast in me,” Maggie said.
I stared at my wife. We had been together for decades and anal sex was a rare treat, though I suddenly realized it was something that she did initiate, not me, and usually on holidays or other special occasions. I could not recall doing it outdoors however. I wondered whether she was fibbing to goad Hadley, or talking about long ago single days, or whether she had taken on lovers without my knowledge.
This had the upside of distracting me from worrying that Hadley would be spooked. I shouldn’t have fretted. Hadley giggled her girlish tone again and responded, “I have always wanted to see what it’s like to try giving a blowjob while I’m being fucked.”
She paused, blushing, looking down at her feet. When she looked up, she said in a soft voice. “Well, actually, to tell the truth, I did try once. I was at a frat party. My boyfriend was flirting with some cheerleader. They disappeared so I figured they were in a room somewhere fucking. I got really drunk. I remember being on a table, my skirt up around my waist, some football player with a limp dick trying to stay in my pussy. Guys surrounded me, shoving their cocks at my mouth. I licked a few, but the moment I tried to take one into my mouth, I barfed all over the poor guy.”
We all laughed. As Hadley relaxed, Floyd stepped towards her, his erection leading like a flagpole at the front of a parade.
“Do you prefer to try it lying on the swing, or bent over the railing, with a cock entering from behind?” Maggie asked, stepping over all the way to the young woman, and taking her hand gently.
I was reminded by her reference to ‘a cock’ that we still had to sort out who was at which end. I was still standing in the same spot I had been since Floyd and I had first noticed Hadley. My hand was slowly caressing my cock. Though Floyd was much older than I was, I had not achieved the same state of total hardness. Perhaps his thrill at hot sex with a young babe without his wife around was purer than my conflicted feelings, even though this whole adventure was Maggie’s idea.
Maggie led Hadley to the swing and held the youngster’s hand as she smoothly flowed onto the cushioned seat, again with that ballerina style grace. On the way, they walked closely past Floyd. I noticed both he and Maggie shivered as her right nipple brushed his naked bicep. That slight accidental tease by his daughter made the old man’s pecker bounce even higher and straighter. Hadley giggled again and reached over to give him one slow caress along his shaft as she went by.
I got a better appreciation of her tits and nipples as she approached and passed me. I doubted that Maggie, with her fuller breasts, had ever been so firm, and her tits certainly had never bounced so perkily. Unlike Maggie’s dark nubs with large flattened areolae around them, Hadley’s mounds were crowned by diamond hard tips just barely supported by small circles of red, which themselves strained to pop out of the tanned flesh, and had a rough texture that screamed “bite me”.
This was my first close look at Hadley’s rear. Her ass was small, and though I had always loved Maggie’s hips to hold onto, the benefits of Hadley’s apparent athleticism showed in a butt built like a shelf. As I salivated looking at the small white triangle on her rear, I regretted her rejection of assfucking, for this truly was an ass which screamed “fuck me”.
Maggie knelt on the decking beside the swing and whispered softly to Hadley. My wife’s hand gently brushed the youngster’s pubic hair. “I love the natural look, it goes totally with outdoor fucking,” she said.
Hadley meowed kittenishly in response.
Maggie caressed that lithe body a bit more than necessary to get her settled, displaying a sexual ambiguity I had never expected. I tried focussing on Maggie’s preparation of Hadley, but noticed that Floyd was inching closer to the swing, his erection leading the way like a warship’s prow.
“Your skin is so soft,” Maggie murmured as her hand caressed the down on Hadley’s tummy, on its way slowly up to the girl’s upright tits, which heaved excitedly at each touch.
“I feel like I’m going to explode if someone doesn’t fuck me soon,” Hadley groaned.
In response, Maggie took Hadley’s right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, just playfully, and lowered her head to that pinkish nub. I was unable to breath. Like a lot of men, I occasionally fanaticized about my wife in a hot lesbian scene, but I had never thought I would actually witness it. I recognized the swaying of Maggie’s hips as a sure sign she was ready for fucking.
As she suckled that youthful teat, Maggie allowed her hand to drift back down Hadley’s body. She played with that nest of rich blonde hair; almost casually easing a finger along Hadley’s slit.
“Oh, you are really wet,” Maggie said, lifting her mouth just long enough to switch to Hadley’s other nipple.
Her fingers roamed along the girl’s gash, pushing the nether lips wider apart. She released the nipple from her mouth with a responding plop, and ran her tongue slowly down Hadley’s belly. Floyd had stopped. He and I both watched in amazement, tinged with lust. I wondered how different it must be for the old man, seeing his daughter loving another woman. I sensed it was weirder than watching your wife tasting pussy for the first time — for I knew that was where this was soon headed.
Maggie did not disappoint. Her tongue touched Hadley’s clit just as her first finger thrust into the girl’s vagina, causing Hadley’s hips to jump up off the cushion. Maggie did not miss a beat, suckling the love button with the same fierceness as she had attacked Hadley’s nipples, knowing just how hard to tug to create maximum intensity without excess pain. Hadley’s groaning settled into rhythmic grunting. If her thrashing had the same meaning as when Maggie rocked like that, a series of pre orgasmic flashes was building up to a major league climax.
“Niiiice…” Floyd moaned in unison with Hadley’s tempo, removing any doubt that he had gone through any wall of discomfort about Maggie being his child. He took another step towards the swing.
Hadley turned her head towards us. “I think I want to fuck your Dad now,” she said, running her fingers softly through my wife’s hair. “Unless you want Andy to go first.”
“Both at once, remember?” I said, though I was still frozen in one spot.
“But who gets which end?” Hadley giggled.
“If you think you can handle Dad’s cock in this tasty little cunt, go for it. Andy loves a good blowjob about as much as fucking anyhow,” Maggie said.
With that, she stood aside. Without a pause, Floyd stepped right up beside the swing, steadying it with one hand. Hadley’s leg fell off the edge, adding more stability and spreading her legs so that Floyd could, slightly awkwardly, balance at the edge of the seat.
All four of us chuckled at the realization that even his monster cock could not reach as long as he was standing above her.
“Have you got the balance to share the swing with me, old man?” Hadley challenged. She shifted, her ass right on the edge of the seat, angled outwards, pulling her left leg — the one on the swing – up so that she presented a wider target, one which offered a good space between her knees.
While this was happening, Maggie was holding Hadley’s hand, but she stepped back and stretched her other arm towards me. I put my hand in hers and stepped forward as my wife steered me towards my first extra marital oral sex.
“Floyd’s not wearing a condom,” Hadley said.
“You’re safe. I’m sure Dad hasn’t fucked anybody but Mom in decades.” Maggie replied.
“And not even her in years.” Floyd interjected, lining the tip of his tool up between Hadley’s labia.
“Mom would never fuck around, so he must be clean.” Maggie continued. “Why, might you have something?”
“No. I haven’t fucked bareback since I started this job, and was fully tested as part of the screening.”
Hadley smiled sweetly. At that moment she seemed so young and innocent that the idea of her loving outdoor fucking, having even tried outdoor fucking, seemed impossible to believe.
“Have at it, then. It sounds like you’re both overdue.”
Floyd needed no further prodding. He had been thinking of this moment ever since we had first laid eyes on Hadley celebrating Earth Day — hell, he probably had fanaticized about her since she had arrived to keep house next door. Squatting there on the swing, one leg precariously balanced on the decking, he entered her pussy with a grunt, pushing his entire length into her wetness with ease.
His girth did seem to fill her. From my position standing by her head, I could see her adnominal muscles stretching, and then contracting around his massiveness. Her hips immediately began jumping up off the cushion in response, though, and they quickly found a rhythm. There was nothing gentle about their fucking. Each stroke buried him to the root, and then it looked as if she spit him out, but used her nether lips to prevent the head from exiting fully. Hadley seemed then to suck the cock back into her depths.
“Wishing you got that end first?” Maggie teased me, seeing where I was staring.
She gently tugged her hand up and down my shaft, reinforcing my hardness. Every few strokes, her fingers curled around the head, and her nails raked across my pee slit, just like when we were playing before she sucked me. I recalled that one day when Floyd was golfing and Belinda was at bridge Maggie had sucked me off right there on the swing, but she had been sitting primly on the seat until she had slipped to her knees on the decking, not laying there being fucked.
“I figured Dad needed it more,” Maggie added. “You’re turn now for a bj. Don’t worry, even if you can’t recover in time, I’m sure Hadley will fuck you before we end our visit. As long as I get to watch, I’m fine with it.”
She gave my balls a squeeze for emphasis. “Really, I am. I love outdoor fucking, and I love the risk, but I think I might love watching even more. I’ll see a whole new angle from which to appreciate your love of climax.”
I noticed that all the time she was talking to me, and stroking my cock, her eyes never left the couple fucking on the swing.
Hadley made eye contact with Maggie, grinned, and said, “I’m ready.”
My wife took a firmer grip on my cock and tugged me the half step closer so I was right beside the swing, which swayed just slightly as Floyd continued fucking Hadley. Maggie squatted by Hadley’s head and timed the swing so that as Hadley moved towards us, she nudged me down with one hand while elevating the girl’s head with the other.
Floyd did not miss a stroke and Hadley’s hips kept pumping up, her muscles milking him. I propped Hadley’s head up with my left hand. Maggie reached across and cupped the girl’s left breast, still holding my cock in her other hand.
“Oh…my…god…”Hadley moaned as my tip slipped onto her pouty lower lip.
“Happy Earth Day” Maggie said as she rolled Hadley’s nipple casually between her fingers.
Slowly I leaned forward. First Hadley kissed my tip and then she reopened her lips. My helmet travelled into Hadley’s slack mouth, sliding onto her waiting tongue.
“More,” Hadley demanded, though whether she was speaking to Floyd, me or both, I had no idea.
Maggie released my shaft. Her freed up hand immediately fell to her own pussy. She gently brushed her lips open, but quickly inserted first one finger, and then two more. The three finger thrust was a familiar masturbation technique. What made this different was that as she fucked herself, she was bending over to tongue another woman’s nipple. Plus her naked ass was on display outdoors, screaming “fuck me”, if the neighbours happened to walk into their yard.
I eased forward another inch, but my hips rolled further, and my entire shaft was buried deep into Hadley’s mouth. She took it like a pro, as effortlessly as she had managed Floyd’s cock.
“So, do you like double entry fucking?” Maggie asked, and then giggled, as girlish now as Hadley. “Oh, I guess you shouldn’t try to talk with your mouth full.”
Hadley bobbed her chin an inch or two in affirmation of her obvious pleasure. The tugging sensation tightened my balls further and I knew I was close to exploding. My legs were starting to quiver in anticipation, or from the muscle strain of my flexed knees. By the look on Floyd’s face, I guessed that if he didn’t pump his load into Hadley soon, his head might blow apart.
Maggie and I turned our heads just then, and looked each other deeply in the eye. We nodded our chins in unison, silently agreeing that we both liked this new chapter in our lives. Our mouths met halfway, sharing a teeth chattering tongue twisting kiss. When it broke apart, I let my tongue tease along the curve where her chin met her neck. As I sucked on her soft skin gently, she groaned, holding me there with one hand as she moved the other hand from Hadley’s tit to her own pussy.
The soft banging of the swaying swing kept time against my leg as Hadley sucked my cock intensely, now kneading my balls with her delicate fingers, but I remained focussed on my wife.
I could feel the vigour with which Maggie was finger fucking her pussy as I ran my lips and tongue along her exposed skin. She leaned her head backward, giving me full access to every inch of her throat. As I ran my lips slowly up toward her ear, I moved my hand around to her chest. I nibbled her earlobe at the same moment as I ran my thumb just once across her nipple. That was all she needed.
“Oh, yesssss…” she moaned, tossing her head back even further, staring up at the sky, her body shaking, suggesting that she was the first of we four to experience climax.
“Better than I ever imagined…” Maggie muttered, gasping for breath. I bent further and gently bit her nipple. Her pelvis was still thrusting against her own hand as she also climaxed, tremors running from her head to her toes.
My cock was buried to the hilt in Hadley’s warm mouth, and Floyd was fucking her pussy deeper and faster each stroke. The swing was bumping my knee more intensely.
“I’m close,” muttered Floyd, pulling his slick shaft back almost fully out of the young pussy before being sucked back in.
Hadley was trying to steady herself, while still reaching down to stroke her own clit. Only occasionally did this leave a hand free to massage my cock as she licked me like an ice cream cone, and then deep throated me some more.
As Maggie finished a wave of orgasm, I felt her hand slide down my back.
“It’s time for Andy to catch up,” she said.
Very gently, she eased my butt cheeks apart and pushed her thumb slowly through my anal ring. Once the initial shock from the pressure passed, the feeling of her thrusting against my prostate was stimulating. That was all that it took for my goo to gush in a burst that I felt rise straight out of my balls, through my pipe, and out my swollen tip into Hadley’s waiting throat.
Hadley closed her lips tightly around the top of my shaft, just under the bottom ridge of the head. Her tongue still tickled the underside of my rod as her teeth teased the soft skin of my mushroom. Her fingers milked my balls and she kept sucking, swallowing my seed. Despite her efforts to contain my explosion, a trickle of whiteness seeped out of the corner of her mouth.
Maggie proved she could still shock me by bending over and licking my leakage off of Hadley’s chin. She then stood back up, her lips glistening. She turned and kissed me, sharing my own taste off of her tongue.
Just then, Floyd pushed harder with his loudest grunt. I don’t know whether I really felt his climax flooding Hadley’s young womb, but the shudder that shook her torso felt like she had been hit by a brick rather than a juicy deposit of fluid.
“God, I love outdoor fucking.” All four of us exclaimed exactly the same phrase in unison.
Floyd was old school. Having had his orgasm, he was done. He slumped down onto the end of the swing by Hadley’s feet, his cock sliding effortlessly out of her soggy pussy. His massive girth was already rapidly declining. I suddenly wondered whether Maggie would push the envelope even further by licking her father’s shaft clean, or perhaps even cleaning his seed out of Hadley’s pussy.
Before we could proceed further, however, we heard the front door bang. Belinda was home early and unexpectedly. From next door, we heard the garage door. Hadley’s employer had returned. Time had flown past.
Hadley rushed through the gate and dove naked into the pool. Floyd, Maggie and I grabbed our clothes.
By the time Belinda came back to the porch and asked “was it a fun afternoon?” Floyd and I were busy pretending not to watch Hadley, just where we had begun. I started wondering if it had all been just an Earth Day fantasy.