Loading...I sat on the wide polished piano bench. Late afternoon sun cast striped shadows as it streamed through half opened blinds; golden motes of dust danced silently in the air.
He sat, as he always did, next to me.
Years ago, I had begged my mother to learn to play – we had a baby grand at home – and she finally relented.
I had started lessons with him three years before when I was fifteen; a month ago, I turned eighteen. I was a senior, so, in the fall, I would be going away to college and the lessons would end.
Mr. Norris was wonderful; he was immensely patient and understanding. Whenever I had trouble with a lesson, he always took the extra time to help me over the inevitable rough spots. I was getting pretty good, even if I do say so myself.
Oh … there’s one more thing about Mr. Norris – I loved him more than life itself.
Of course, he didn’t know. He was married. He and Irene didn’t have any children, even though they were old enough to be my parents. I’d seen Irene on many occasions and I really liked her, too. But as much as I liked her, she still presented a problem – she stood between me and the man I loved.
I can’t begin to tell you the number of times I wished Irene would get sick, and die; or drop dead of a sudden heart attack.
Yes, I know, those were horrible thoughts and I knew I was a terrible person for thinking them. Every time such thoughts would invade my mind I’d realize how rotten I was for thinking them; more than once, tears welled up in my eyes because of my shame, because Irene was so nice, and how could I have thought such terrible things about her.
Precisely when I fell in love with Ed – that’s Mr. Norris’ first name and he prefers that his older students use it rather than ‘mister’ – I cannot say. It had been a long time though. Many times I had cried myself to sleep at night; I loved him so much.
And I confess that I have so very often closed my eyes at night in my bed and seen him there. There in bed, with me. He’d be naked and so would I. He’d have his arms around me and I would feel his warmth and his strength. He would hold me and he would make me feel so wonderful and safe. He would kiss me; and I would kiss him back.
At bedtime, when I would close my eyes and see him and feel him hold me … well, I … I would put my fingers between my legs; and they would become his fingers and I would feel his strong hands rubbing me – making me breath funny and making my tummy tense up; making me get all wet down there. Sometimes I would almost scream as my fingers – no his fingers – would make me feel so good and I’d feel heat travel in waves through me; though the heat would make me shiver all over until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
And sometimes, there were even naughtier things I would see behind closed eyelids.
That day of my lesson was a day after an especially vivid and active bedtime session the night before. As I sensed him sitting next to me on the piano bench with his leg pressed lightly against mine, I felt wetness between my legs. It always did that as soon as he sat next to me.
I had finished my warm up exercises and we were starting the lesson when he stopped me and chided me for the millionth time about my posture at the piano. I only had poor posture during my lessons; because it meant he would touch me.
“Lisa, how many times do I have to tell you? You know better … I know you do.” He said.
And then, as he always did, he put one hand on my shoulder and the other in the small of my back. The hand on my back would press forward and the hand on my shoulder would press back, forcing me to sit up straight. Then, he’d put one hand on my elbow closest to him and he would reach around my back and take the other elbow in his other hand and he’d lift them both to the proper position that I should have them in as I played.
When he would do this, it always meant he’d have to lean in very close to me as he reached around behind my back; and that day, something snapped inside my head.
As he positioned my elbows, I turned my head towards him, tilted it at just the right angle, and leaned over and kissed him. As I kissed him, I placed both my hands on his cheeks and caressed his beautiful face.
For me, the kiss lasted an eternity. It was so sweet; so tender, so loving.
When he pulled away from me, I prepared myself for the worst.
“Lisa! What has gotten into you?” He said; though he spoke softly and gently as he always did. He had never raised his voice to me, or to anyone else that I knew of.
Before he could reject me – because, if he did, I knew life wouldn’t be bearable – I leaned in once more and placed my lips on his and cut off the words I knew I was about to hear; and which, I also knew would destroy me.
My kiss was more passionate the second time. My tongue forced itself into his mouth and as I put my soul into that kiss, I drew his hand up under my sweater to my breast which was bare; I never wore a bra when I went to see him.
His hand felt exactly as I always had imagined during my bedtime fantasies; only it was real. It was his real warmth I felt; his actual strong fingers that squeezed and kneaded the softness of my breast. It was his breath combining with my breath, his warm moist lips pressing against my mouth; his tongue invading me, exploring me, dancing inside my mouth.
It was him, my love, who moaned softly when I placed my hand on his lap and felt the hardness of his wanting me.
“Lisa … Lisa, we can’t …”
I silenced him once more with my lips. There was only one thing I would hear from him and if it could not be ‘I love you’ I would let no other words escape his lips.
I took his hand from my breast and guided it under my skirt and spread my legs to accept him. I felt the warmth of him on the heat of me. I felt my moisture as I pressed his fingers into my burning need. I pulled aside my panties and consumed him in my wet desire.
His other arm pulled me to him so tightly I could scarcely breathe – it was exactly as I had so many times imagined; being held, being crushed by his longing, feeling so safe, so alive, so whole.
His hot breath was on my neck and I threw my head back and closed my eyes, taking in every sensation; his touch, his warmth, his musky earthy aroma mixed with the spice of his cologne, the roughness of his stubble, the wetness of his lips and tongue as the tip of it ran down my neck and settled into the shallow depression at the base.
I shuddered. I felt tears of joy welling up in my eyes as all I had ever dreamed of was suddenly real.
I felt him invade my body with his fingers. I wanted to merge with him, to become one with him but having him inside me, I knew, was all that I could hope for. I wanted more than just his hand there; and I knew he wanted it too.
“Ed … please … love me … please.”
He pulled my sweater over my head and my long blond hair splayed over my face; his fingers tenderly brushed it away. With my breasts freed of their lose confinement, warm moist air covered my nipples; followed swiftly by the soft wet rasping of his tongue. My little buds responded quickly; hardening under his tender onslaught. Waves of pleasure and joy spread through me as I felt my breast being drawn into, nay, consumed by, his eager mouth.
My hips writhed in response to his fingers exploring the depths of my slippery velvety womanhood. As his fingers pushed far inside me, his thumb found the little nub of soft pink flesh that had given me so many nights of pleasure imagining his touch. Finally, it was real; finally his fingers were pleasing me, finally his mouth was sucking the sensuous softness of my breast, his thumb on my nub was sending hot chills cascading through my being. Pleasure and desire broke over me like waves crashing in the surf.
My fingers found his zipper and tugged it down; they worked inside and found the elastic waist band of his shorts and slipped under until they wrapped around the hardness of him. Tugging his long shaft out into the open, I slowly began to stroke him and heard him moan in delight.
“Oh Ed … you can’t know how long I’ve waited … wanted you.” I said, between short gasps.
“Oh god Lisa … you know we shouldn’t …”
“Shhhhh …” I shushed him.
I pulled away from him and dropped quickly to my knees in front of him before he had a chance to speak further. His long pink member stood in front of my eyes and I leaned over it and lowered my mouth to the bulbous pink head. My lips touched it and my tongue pressed into it and flicked rapidly over the sensitive tip; tasting, for the first time in my life, the saltiness of the clear liquid seeping from it.
He jerked and gasped in surprise and pleasure.
My lips slid down over the crown of its head and began a slow sensual journey downward. I sucked him in; the pressure made him moan louder. I sucked and swirled my tongue around and around the length of his soft-hard warm shaft.
“Oh my god … Lisa … oh Lisa!”
I wrapped my fingers tightly around the base of him – my fingers tangling in the kinky hair there. I lifted my head … lowered it … lifted … lowered … sucking hard and tasting the saltiness of his flesh and breathing in the heady scent of his maleness.
“Oh Lisa … if you don’t stop … oh … oh … I’m … I’m going …”
I didn’t stop; couldn’t stop – I needed to consume him, I needed to make him love me, to interweave his love with mine. I felt his huge shaft spasm first; and then I tasted the salty odd tang of his warm fluid as it filled my mouth. His hot juices came in waves, just as he came; we both, overcome by waves of bliss. And still I did not relent; I sucked him hard and fast, keeping him hard, keeping him ready for what was to come.
“Oh Lisa … that was … oh so … so fantastic …”
He was ready and I’d been dying of readiness for longer than I could remember. I stood and pulled my skirt and panties down in one motion. Before he could react I climbed onto his lap and grasped his manhood and aligned it with my womanhood. I felt the soft head of him press against my throbbing sex as I pressed myself downward; the tip squeezed into me and I started to ease slowly down his stiff shaft. It felt so much better than I had ever imagined it would.
“Love me, Ed … please love me.”
I released my grip on his shaft and wrapped both arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his once more. I felt him so deep inside me that it made me want to cry with joy; I was finally one with him, and he, a part of me. Our lips worked passionately over each other’s mouths and our tongues waltzed and darted and teased and wrestled. His hands wandered over the bare flesh of my back, his arms pulled me tightly into him.
My hips twisted and heaved on his stiff meat. I worked his glorious shaft and with my gyrations I felt him in places inside my body, and felt such feelings as I never knew existed; and he filled me with an ecstasy I never anticipated was possible.
I threw my head back again and he lavished my neck with hot kisses as my whole body tensed, then convulsed with the most powerful mind shattering orgasm of my life.
“Oh god … I’m cuming Ed … oh Ed …”
My insides seized up and I clinched his hard shaft from inside my body as my womanhood spasmed involuntarily. After awhile, my body went limp and he had to hold me or I would have collapsed on the floor at his feet. I felt his hardness sliding in and out of me and realized he was the one in control now, not me. His hands grasped the globes of my bottom and he was alternately lifting me and pushing me onto his hard shaft that was penetrating so far inside me that I could feel him touching my womb on some of his thrusts.
But I was a rag doll by then; completely in his power, totally at his mercy. And still, he worked his shaft inside me and pumped into me and grasped me and manipulated me for his pleasure. His mouth sucked at my breast and his teeth squeezed my nipple to the threshold of pain. His breathing was ragged and he face broke out in a sweat; and then, he half stood supporting me with his strong hands and arms as his hips thrust powerfully into my slender body. I held on to his neck for dear life as he grunted loudly. I felt his penis pulsate as he pumped his warm seed deep into me.
“Aaaaw fuuuuck!” He groaned.
Ed’s climax pushed me over the edge once again and I swooned with ecstasy. My world became fuzzy and indistinct as pleasure overcame me.
But I was abruptly wrenched back to reality by the sharp sound of the Norris’ front door slamming shut. My eyes opened and I saw Ed’s face; there was a look of panic in his eyes.
“Ed?” It was Irene’s voice; his wife.
“Holly shit!” Ed whispered.
He tried to lift my naked body off his, but my legs were still wrapped in desperation about his torso and my arms clung to his neck. I looked over his shoulder toward the foyer; I saw Irene walk into view in the living room doorway.
She turned and looked into the living room and saw us immediately. A startled expression came over her face; her jaw dropped and for a moment just hung there as she took in the scene of her husband with a naked piano student still impaled on his cock.
“Oh … my … what’s going on?” Irene said as soon as she regained her senses.
“Oh Irene I’m so sorry!” Ed exclaimed. As he spoke he stood and I slid from his grasp. His cock came out of my pussy with an audible “plop” and I stood next to him with his cum oozing down my thighs.
“Well … well … I’m not surprised. I’ve seen the way little Lisa has been looking at you for months now.” Irene said as she walked into the room.
As she approached us, my body began to shudder with fear and shame. Tears welled up and began to stream down my cheeks. My bottom lip quivered as I tried to speak.
“I … I’m so so sorry Mrs. Norris … but I love him so …” I couldn’t finish my thoughts. My voice betrayed me and I began to sob.
I felt arms embrace me and I was confused. I expected harshness and anger from Irene, but instead, it was she who took me in her arms and whispered consoling things in my ear as I cried.
“It’s alright honey. I love him too and I’ve suspected for some time just how you feel about Ed – women can sense these things.” She said softly.
“B b b but I … j j j just had … s s s sex with your husband.” I managed to stutter. “Don’t you hate me?”
“No dear, not at all.” She said. “Come, let’s sit down over here on the sofa before you collapse.” Irene told me as she guided me over to the sofa.
Ed stood staring incredulously at his wife as she tried to comfort me; no doubt he too had expected rage from her, as well. As I sat on the sofa, Irene put her arms around me again and hugged me tight; my nakedness did not seem to bother her.
“Oh my, look at all that cum dripping from you, honey.” She said.
I looked down between my legs and saw my thighs were indeed wet and covered with thick gobs of Ed’s cum. As I looked, Irene reached down and scooped some off my leg with her fingers. She put her fingers to her lips and sucked the thick juice into her mouth.
“I just love the taste of Ed’s cum. Would you like some, dear?” She asked me; almost as if she were offering crumpets at afternoon tea.
I was too dumbfounded to speak. I feared, upon being discovered with her husband, to be ranted at and driven from the Norris’ home in a fit of Irene’s fury; yet she was offering to share such intimacy with me as tasting her husband’s semen. I could not find my voice, so I simply nodded in the affirmative.
Irene’s fingers slid over my thighs again retrieving more of Ed’s sticky goo and she put her fingers to my lips for me to taste his cum. I opened my mouth slightly and she inserted her fingers for me to suck the salty substance from them.
“Do you like the taste?” She asked. “It tastes a little different when mixed with pussy juice, don’t you think, dear?”
I nodded “yes.”
“So do I. I adore it. In fact, I want to get the rest of it from your beautiful cunt.” She said.
As she spoke, she placed her hands on my thighs again, but instead of scooping up more cum, she pushed my legs apart.
Before I could respond in any way, Irene slid off the sofa and knelt between my widely spread legs; she leaned in close to my naked body. I felt her hands slide under my legs and grasp the roundness of my rear cheeks as she pulled my hips toward her face. She lowered her mouth to my cum covered pussy and I felt the warmth of her breath; and then her tongue, as she lapped up the sticky ooze seeping from my pink hole.
She swallowed more of Ed’s seed.
“My god, honey, you smell and taste so delicious.” She said, and then returned to licking me between my legs.
I was aghast. To shock and amazement, I found her doing something I had never imaged I would ever experience – another woman sucking and licking my pussy. And … I liked it. I felt waves of heat permeating my being; my hips began to buck and my tummy clinched spontaneously as my breath came in short gasps.
“Honey! What are you doing?” Ed said; clearly taken aback by his wife’s rather astonishing behavior.
“Nothing worse than what you just did with this gorgeous little slut … honey.” She said; pausing just long enough to speak before she once again worked her magic with her tongue and lips on my burning womanhood.
My head was spinning in total confusion; one moment the man of my dreams was making love to me, the next, his wife was sending me off to another mind bending climax.
“Oh ohhhhhhh … I … I … I’m cuuuuuuuuummmmmmming!” I screamed as her tongue unrelentingly tortured my swollen clit.
I thrashed all over the sofa and tried to push Irene’s head away from my now overly sensitive clit; but she would not be denied. I felt wave after wave of bliss break over me; my head whipped from side to side and I screamed in ecstasy.
“Irene … I can’t believe this … since when did you have a thing for girls?” Ed said as he watched me writhing all over the sofa with his wife’s face buried between my thighs.
“Shut up Ed and come over here.” She ordered when she finally relented and let me come down from the mystical orgasmic place she’d sent me with her tender ministrations. “Get the rest of your cloths off.”
As he undressed, Irene pulled me off the sofa and positioned me kneeling on the floor before her husband.
“Suck him until her gets hard again, honey.” She ordered as she pushed my head toward Ed’s semi-erect cock.
I was so confused; I felt such love for that wonderful man who only moments before had made my dreams a reality, yet, it seemed his wife was turning such a beautiful experience into a tawdry cheap porno scene. But, I had no say in the matter since her hand on the back of my head pushed forward and forced my mouth onto Ed’s beautiful cock. I sucked him into my mouth eagerly just as I had done such a short time ago. I was still so enthralled with my secret love having blossomed into reality that I only wanted to please him and have him love me.
I reached up and around his hips and clutched his firm buttocks as my tongue swirled around the soft head of his penis. I felt it stiffen and swell inside my mouth and it felt so marvelous; it was me, I was having that effect on him, I was exciting him and making him hard. I was in heaven; notwithstanding, the bizarre and unforeseen behavior of his wife.
As I sucked Ed, he placed his hands on the back of my head and pulled me onto him. As he did so, warm wet lips engulfed my breast. I opened my eyes and saw Irene sucking my breast; her red lips worked my hard nipple and her teeth squeezed the sensitive tissue making me yelp with a mixture of pain and delight.
“Alright … that’s enough … he’s already for you, honey.” Irene said as she let go of my breast. “Get over here on the couch … on your hands and knees … yeah that’s it. Ed … get your ass over here and give this little bitch the fucking of her life!”
Ed, looking bewildered, complied; he knelt behind me and I felt his magnificent tool press into me. The tipped slid in between the slippery lips of my pussy and slowly penetrated me once more. I moaned in utter delight.
“Scooch down to the other end as far as you can.” Irene instructed us.
Ed pulled my hips backward and we worked our way back along the couch as Irene reclined on the sofa in front of me. I was completely astonished as she pulled up her skirt and removed her panties; her naked pussy was right in front of me. I was even more stunned when she reached up and began to pull my head toward the pink lips of her sex; while Ed began to slowly pump his hard rod into my eager pussy.
When it suddenly hit me what she wanted me to do, I balked.
“No … no … I can’t … Irene, I’ve never … not with a girl … please, no.”
“Listen honey, you will do exactly as you’re told; otherwise, your parents will be getting a call from my lawyer naming you as party to adultery. How do you think your folks will like that?”
“Oh my god!” I gasped.
“Irene … you can’t be serious … if you want a divorce you can have it, you don’t need to drag …”
“Shut up Ed. Just keep fucking your little whore.”
I knew instantly that I had no choice; I could not allow my parents to suffer for my thoughtlessness, so, as Irene pulled my head toward her pussy again I did not resist. The musky smell of her sex assaulted my senses. As my mouth encountered her hot swollen lips, I tasted the salty tang of another women’s sex for the first time. It didn’t taste all that different from when I had experimented and tasted my own juices after some of my late night fantasy sessions.
Irene pulled my face firmly into her. “Use your tongue, darlin’ … oh yes, just like that … like I did with your clit … oh … oh … oh my god, it feels so fucking fantastic …”
As she commanded, I flicked my tongue over Irene’s nub and I could feel her respond; her hips bucked into my face and she squirmed with my efforts to give her pleasure the same way she’d done for me. She pulled her blouse up and her bra down, then she grabbed my hands and placed them on her ample breasts. I’d never touched another girl’s breasts before and they felt so nice and soft. As I manipulated her lovely breasts I felt her nipples tighten and grow stiff; I was delighted that I was having such an effect on her.
Being a lesbian isn’t so bad. I thought to myself; as I continued to devour her warm wet pussy. At the same time, I was feeling such immense fulfillment from having Ed inside me again; making sweet love to me once more. I was soon overwhelmed by another surge of bliss and I collapsed between Irene’s legs screaming my joy.
“That’s wonderful, sweetie, that your having such a nice orgasm, but it’s my turn to get off … so get back to work, slut!”
As I continued to shudder, Irene forced my mouth back to her pussy.
“Oh god bitch … that’s it … I’m so close … yes … yes … eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Irene screamed too, just as I had done. She hung on to my head and urged me to keep licking her furiously as she was overcome by her own rush of ecstasy.
“Oh christ, Lisa, you’re so tight … ahhhh … you feel so fucking good …” Ed grunted as he continued slamming into me from behind.
“Oh honey … I haven’t been eaten out so well since college.” Irene said breathlessly as she came down from her climax. “Ed, you gonna cum soon?”
“Not right away, baby … been too soon … I’m gonna last awhile yet.” Ed responded.
“Great! Don’t go away you two.” She said and jumped up and rushed out of the living room.
She returned in just minutes, naked; or almost so. While she was gone I told Ed how good it felt to have him inside me.
“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this … well, not the part with your wife … but I’ve loved you so long and wanted …”
“Oh honey, you’re gonna love this too.” I heard Irene say as she hurried back into the room.
Irene had a strap around her hips and straps that ran between her legs; and from this garment like affair protruded an enormous black artificial dick. I realized immediately that she intended to put the thing inside me; it was so much bigger than Ed – and I thought he felt huge inside me – that there was no way I was going to be able to take it.
“OK Ed, my turn.” Irene said as she lay back down on the sofa. She scooted under me and positioned the monster cock between my legs as Ed pulled out of me.
“Alright … just ease down on this …”
“Oh no … Irene, its way too big … aggggh … oh god it’s so fucking huge …” I was appalled with myself that I’d uttered the ‘F’ word.
Irene gave me no options as she guided the monstrosity into my too small opening and shoved my hips downward.
Pain mixed with intense delight as it slowly stretched me and worked its way inside me. Tears welled up in my eyes and I moaned loudly.
“Irene … maybe you shouldn’t …”
“Quiet Ed, she’s taking it just fine … oh yeah honey … doesn’t that fucker feel great?”
Amazingly, it did.
“Oh yes … Irene … oh god, it does …” I said as I shuddered. When I finally had as much of it as I could take, I closed my eyes and just relished the feeling of being so completely filled.
“OK Ed, get behind her … you’re gonna take her sweet little virgin ass.” Irene said.
My eyes snapped open; I was in shock.
“No! No … not that … that’s so gross … no!”
“Alright then, I’ll just get up and call my lawyer.”
“Oh no … please no.”
“Then shut up, relax your hole and let Ed bust you’re nether cherry.” She commanded. “Lube her up with some of her pussy juice, Ed, she’s sure wet enough.”
I felt Ed’s fingers as they collected some of my juices that coated my thighs. Then his fingers spread my cheeks and he gently spread the slippery stuff around my rosebud. His fingers penetrated my ass as he tried to get me stretched a bit and relaxed enough to accept his huge cock.
“Just relax your hole … that’s it … you’re actually going to like it, I think … I’ll go real slow for you.” Ed reassured me.
I felt the tip of his cock press against my rosebud and then the pressure built. It hurt, but not as much as when the enormous dildo had been crammed up my pussy. Slowly, his cock squeezed inside me.
“Ow! Stop … just give me a sec … there, OK, push … easy … oh god … oh, oh … yes, Ed … oh fuck me Ed … yes … yes!”
As Ed started to pump slowly and gently in my ass, Irene thrust upward. The massive dick was already in as deep as it would go; or so I thought. Irene fucked me harder and harder and sucked my breast into her eager mouth. I screamed in ecstasy as I was being stretched beyond anything I had ever imagined. I felt another orgasm overwhelming me. My tummy muscles clenched and my whole body shuddered and I lost all control of myself. I was at the total mercy of my sensual overload and the two people who were driving me beyond comprehension. I mumbled, I screamed, I babbled incoherently; and still, they continued to fuck me senseless.
Heat stabbed my nipple as Irene bit so hard I just knew there must be blood flowing into her mouth; yet, it felt wonderful. Ed’s pace quickened to a frenzy as he groaned and yelled that he was cumming. I felt his hot seed and his cock pulsing deep inside me. Irene was frigging herself off and had a violent orgasm and thrust her dildo unmercifully into my burning pussy.
Me? I think I blacked out briefly. When I was able to think lucidly again I had collapsed on Irene; our naked breasts were pressed together and I heard her whispering in my ear.
“Oh honey … that was so good … uh baby … I couldn’t believe you … god I love you, Lisa.” Irene whispered tenderly. “Thank you, honey.”
Ed withdrew from my ass and left it burning; but still feeling so nice after my mind numbing climax. Irene pushed me up and off the monster and I felt Ed’s arms wrap around me as hugged me lovingly.
I couldn’t believe the transformation of Irene who had talked so nasty to me; calling me a slut and a whore. I mentioned this to her and Ed responded.
“Irene always talks dirty in bed, honey. It’s one of the things that really spices up our sex life.” Ed said.
“Did you like it honey?” Irene asked.
“Oh shit yes … oooops sorry.” I said, realizing I’d just said ‘shit’ in front of them; I was turning into a real garage mouth.
“That’s alright, we’re all adults.” Ed said.
“Would you like to do it again sometime?” Irene asked.
“Oh god yes!” I said with a shout.
“Maybe you could tell your mom that I need some help with something … like spring cleaning, whatever; and you could come over and just the two of us could play. Would you like that, sweetie?” Irene said.
“Oh yes, that was so awesome … I never thought I’d ever … ah, you know …”
“Eat pussy?”
“Yeah, that … it was so nice … and when you ate mine too its was totally … ah …”
“Yes, I thought you’d enjoyed it.” Irene said and gave me an inviting smile.
She then shocked me again by leaning over and kissing me passionately on the lips; her tongue invading my mouth. I suppose kissing shouldn’t be as shocking as eating pussy, but still, I was surprised how I responded; just like when Ed and I had kissed. I felt all tingly and my pussy suddenly needed attention desperately.
As she kissed me I reached between my legs and started rubbing myself.
“Hmmm … let me help you with that. Why don’t you suck Ed’s cock some more and see if he can get hard again.” She said as she pushed me on my back and buried her face again in my wanton pussy.
Ed complied and placed his flaccid cock on my lips as I lay on the sofa enjoying Irene’s lips sucking on my clit. I sucked Ed into my mouth and enjoyed the taste of all our mixed juices as my mouth and tongue worked to make him stiff again. I felt Irene’s tongue lapping at my ass, too; no doubt collecting Ed’s salty cum as it seeped from me.
Amazingly, Ed did get hard again. As soon as he was ready, Irene got into a sixty-nine position with me – she on top with her head between my legs while her thighs straddled my face and I licked her clit and pussy. I was too sore to have anything inside me again, so Ed fucked Irene for what seemed like ages, while I kept lapping at her clit. Irene got me off, I don’t know how many times. At one point when I was coming back from my latest orgasm I heard Ed shout as he shot another load; this time in Irene’s pussy. When he withdrew his cock from his wife’s pussy; his hot cum started dripping from Irene’s cunt into my mouth and I sucked it all up hungrily. As I finished, Irene shifted around and kissed me; invading my mouth with her tongue so we could share the last of Ed’s thick white spunk.
When she broke the kiss, Irene grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me up off the couch.
“Lisa, honey, you’re a complete mess. No way can you go home looking like that – your mother would have a fit. Come on let’s have a quick shower.” She said and pulled me off to her bedroom with its adjoining bathroom.
All three of us showered and luxuriated in soaping and fondling and caressing and kissing every part of each other’s bodies.
When I’d dressed and was about ready to leave, Irene gave me a critical inspection to make sure I didn’t look like I’d just been involved in a wild sex orgy with my piano teacher and his wife.
“OK, you look fine. Now, when your mom asks why you’re so late getting home, say it’s my birthday today and that I invited you to have cake and ice cream with us to celebrate. OK?” Irene said.
“Oh, sure … that’s really clever.”
“And, tell her that your piano teacher’s wife asked if you could come by and help in the garden tomorrow afternoon after school; tell her I said your lessons will be half price from now on if you can help out around the house whenever I need you. Oh, and wear old jeans or something tomorrow so your mother doesn’t get suspicious.”
“OK … see you both tomorrow.” I said dreamily as I went out the door.
I was in a daze all the way home. As I walked along I kept going over in my mind all that had happened; the love of my life making love to me, and Irene teaching me about aspects of loving I had never dreamed of. I still loved Ed passionately; and Irene, well, there were new feelings for her inside me. Different from how I felt about Ed; but still, they were there and needed acknowledging. And most exciting of all, was that they both still wanted me; I hadn’t been turned away after my impetuous display of love and lust for Ed.
As I entered my home I heard my mom yell to me from the kitchen.
“Is that you Lisa? How come you’re so late?”
If she only knew …