Evie, the Southern Belle, in Her Sixth Encounter
This morning, I woke up to discover my beautiful stepdaughter cuddling up against me. I hesitated to leave the comfort of my bed and shower, as it felt so pleasant. She had spent the entire night with me. We enjoyed watching some of her favorite movies while indulging in our shared love for ice cream on the couch. I shed several tears throughout the night. Sunny offered a compassionate ear and allowed me to express my emotions.
It wasn't so much that I was missing my ex-husband, Mike. Although I did, it didn't cause me tremendous pain. What bothered me the most was the realization that he detested me. It amazes me how some people can transition from loving you to hating you so swiftly, all over a relatively minor incident, like engaging in casual sex. I believe that everyone is entitled to enjoy physical intimacy.
Jimmy attempted to console me when he learned that some of his girlfriends were unfaithful. It required a great deal of crying, but eventually, I recognized that his infidelity was not the primary issue. My anger was directed at his neglect of me to satisfy his other partners' needs. He wasted our hard-earned money on these women, and our sexual partnership did not receive the same attention. I believe the underlying factor that led me to leave was the realization that I was no longer his top choice for sex. If he and I were simply dating, this wouldn't have been an issue. However, I was his wife! A major difference!
I spent the day with Sunny, holding hands, laughing, and engaging in heartfelt conversations. This helped immensely in improving my mindset, and by the end of the night, we were cuddling in bed once more.
I managed to endure my day, flirting when I could with Tarek. During our interactions, Sunny picked me up and brought me to the gym. Although I haven't yet convinced her to join my yoga class, I inquire each time if she'd be interested in joining me. We might try it one day.
I ignored Gerrie's bothersome attitude as I entered the gym. She had changed up her hairstyle for the better, and it looked far more appealing than her previous uncomfortable bun. Just before I proceeded inside, I complimented her on her new hairdo.
"It looks nice." I praised. She narrowed her eyes at me. "Your hair, too. I like it."
Her shocked reaction was priceless! I had no idea this was enough to elicit such a response. I timed my exit perfectly to prevent any further laughter.
Five individuals were present for the class that I attended last Thursday, and I exchanged pleasantries as they arrived. When I entered the dressing room to change, Dean was leaning against the doorway as if he was waiting for me.
"Hi, Evie!" he beamed. "I heard that your father might not show up tonight... for weightlifting, that is."
I grimaced. "That's unfortunate. I was looking forward to attempting the exercise where you push with your legs to tighten up my thighs."
He laughed. "No problem with your thighs, Miss Evie." he flirtatiously responded.
"Oh! Why, thank you, Sugar." I reciprocated the smile.
"If you would like, I could offer some instruction in his absence. I've been studying to become a certified instructor, so it would provide me with an opportunity to practice."
I amplified my grin. "That would be a kind gesture, Dean. Thank you."
"No problem, Miss Evie."
"Please, Dean. You can simply call me Evie." I tapped him on the arm... his large, well-built arm, which had an unintended effect on me as my breath was momentarily stolen away.
"Hey, Evie. You should stretch out before the class." he suggested.
"Sure, I'll be right back." I nodded.
I received eight students for this session, a good assortment of men and women. I experienced an awkward moment now and then with Tarek and Nick, who both attempted to flirt with me throughout the class. Their bold gazes caused goose bumps, making me uneasy. However, their behavior was not as awkward as I anticipated.
After the lesson ended, Tarek approached and thanked me with a kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."
I admired him for keeping our interactions free of discomfort despite knowing that I was seeing other men, including Nick, if only me. I would consider expressing my gratitude in a more substantial manner.
Despite Nick's several remarks about the class and my flexibility, he indicated that he might attempt more stretching himself.
"Maybe it's a good idea." I conceded. [end]
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"Are we set for a match on Sunday?" he inquired.
"If you're okay with losing to a woman, then by all means," I chuckled. "Next time, no mercy!"
"This applies to both of us, you know," he cautioned.
"I guess this is it then," I replied.
"Sounds good to me," he agreed. "See you on Sunday."
After I finished up with yoga, I headed to the lockers and changed into a looser top I had brought. I walked around the gym for a few laps to stay loose while the other students left. Once it was just me and Dean, he asked, "Ready to go?"
I nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." I arrived at the weights area where he instructed me to sit at the large exercise machine.
"Let's start off with some exercises focused on your shoulders and arms." He demonstrated how to use the bar on my own while he exhibited his impressive strength by lifting over a hundred pounds. I admired his well-built physique, taking note of his broad shoulders and muscular arms, but stumbled when caught staring. Trying to hide my reaction, I looked away and summoned a small smile.
We relocated to the seat where I was pulling my arms in a flapping motion in front of me. This exercise put a lot of pressure on my shoulders, back, and arms, so much so that I could feel my muscles burning. Meanwhile, Dean continued to watch closely and appreciatively.
Next, he had me move onto a leg curl exercise. He leaned on me to adjust the weight, and there was something alluring about the close contact. I requested that he decrease the weight to make it easier to complete reps. Without removing his hand, he asked, "Prefer this weight?"
I nodded, teasing him with that suggestion, and sensing his preference for teasing as well, this man moved more slowly adjusting the weight; I could feel my backside tighten with his touch.
"Do these feel effective for you?" he enquired.
I replied breathlessly, "Mmm-hmm. Oh, I sure can. It's rather fascinating, isn't it?"
After I finished, he took me to the free weights. I lay down on the bench press, eager for the experience. He set the bar at forty pounds before assisting me in position. There I was, trapped under the weights, gazing at the bulge in his pants. I believe I caught his attention as well. Dean grinned, "Now, I need to check something. Do you mind if you stay here?"
I consented, fixing my gaze on his crotch area before he disappeared for a few seconds. He returned, guiding me as I pushed out a few more times before storing the bar away.
"So how does that feel?" he inquired.
I wondered which part he was referring to, my exercised muscles, or something else entirely. "Nice," I responded. "Umm... a little challenging at the end."
He re-adjusted the bar, trapping my arms on my chest and leaning over me, his fingers caressing my abdomen. "Just focus on relaxing your midsection," he instructed. "Take deep breaths."
Considering how heavy the weights were, it was no wonder I could not comfortably breathe, but I entertained the thought that his hands on my body were meant to relax me. When he moved them up my stomach and reached my breasts, he gave them a firm squeeze.
"Hey!" I gasped. "Was that for relaxation?" I chuckled at his mischievousness.
His fingertips returned to my belly, sliding back and forth. He cupped and kneaded for a few seconds, causing a low moan to escape before leaving his hands there for a moment. "Are you all right with this for a minute?"
"Why?" I questioned, perplexed.
"I have to double-check something."
I nodded my agreement, uncertain of what I was consenting to. "Just be quick about it, okay?"
Once more, he disappeared. When he reappeared, he helped me push again, keeping the bar in place while he observed.
"How's that working for you now?" he inquired.
I contemplated my answer before commending, "Nice. It's just a little too taxing by the end."
He agreed with my statement. "Yes, that's what we're aiming for. Rock hard, ready for a break?"
I shook my head. "I can continue. Show me how to use the leg press."
"All right, but remember a real workout involves reps. Once you've finished, we'll return to the beginning," he said.
He helped me get set up, and he supported me as he adjusted the weights for me. "Focus on your abdominal muscles as well," he advises me while pushing with my legs.
After a pause for hydration, I walked around to maintain flexibility and body temperature. "That's more difficult than it seems," I observed.
I heard him murmur, but my hearing was keen. "You might say that again."
I understood the innuendo. We resumed the exercises, moving from the leg press to a position where I squeezed my arms together. I appreciated his steadying gaze as I exercised.
He assisted me, then directly watched while I performed more repetitions. "A good workout includes concentration," he reminded me.
After completing the arm exercises, he approached me. "You're only utilizing your arms," he informed me and squeezed my bicep. "Pull from your shoulders and chest as well," he suggested. He placed a hand on my shoulder, then caressed my chest while instructing me to pull.
"I'm fatigued," I confessed. He aided me in getting up. "Finished?"
I shook my head. "Just in need of a brief break." I replied and smiled.
We quenched our thirst with water, and I returned to the bench press. He assisted me again, then encouraged me to rest with the bar on my chest. Next, a seduction began. His hands still ran up and down my body while still pretending this was just a workout.
I was flushed and delighted when he grabbed both of my breasts. "Beautiful breasts," he complimented.
With my breathing rapid, I merely smiled.
He removed my top from the bottom, revealing my breasts to his eyes while fondling his hands onto my exposed chest. Then he continued tormenting my breasts, tugging my nipples and bringing me to the brink of insanity.
After drawing the appropriate response from me, he returned next to me, unbuckled his shorts and removed them.
"What if someone enters?" I questioned.
"The door was locked earlier," he assured me. "Now, open wide."
"Oh, my." I moaned, anticipating his approach.
He positioned his penis beside my face and rubbed it over my lips teasingly. I ran my tongue along the shaft, sucking the head when possible. The position made it challenging to perform an excellent blowjob, but I adored being trapped.
Since I couldn't unhook the bench without his assistance, he did it for me. "What's your decision?" He enquired.
With his member near me, and trapped within the bench, I felt uncomfortable. "Wait." I begged. "This takes the issue a bit too far."
"Nope," he joked. "This is a favorite of mine. I've gotten you stuck."
He moved closer and I could feel his weight on top of me. "Quickly!" I urged again as he aligned himself with my vagina. "I'm finding it difficult to move without causing harm!" I begged a final time.
He moved into position and entered my vagina with ease, causing me to moan passionately. He chuckled at me as he attempted to seduce me. "Say 'please'." I begged him.
"Please!" I implored once more.
He complied with my request, removing the dangerous bar before attempting to intercourse me. After asserting that he removed the dangerous objects, he redeemed himself by kissing me as I submitted to the intercourse.
"Not yet!" he barked back. His hands shot up, grasping at my jiggling bosom, and I wailed out loud once more. He mumbled something about my breasts, my tight puss, my arousing sounds, but I wasn't paying attention. I was simply doing my best to prevent the weight bar from moving in any direction, and feeling Dean try to find a deeper connection at this strange angle.
In a few minutes, he relented, and the bar seemed to vanish from my chest instantly. He stood over me, placed the bar on the hooks, and allowed me a brief moment to breathe. However, it didn't last long. He took hold of my legs, and lifted them over his broad shoulders, and thrust back into me! I shrieked loudly, and my legs involuntarily hugged him, my ankles locking as I arched up onto him.
This was not your typical make love. This wasn't just the act of having sex either. This was, as they call it, screwing! This stud was screwing me, hard! Oh, God, was he!
"God, damn!" he grunted. "I love the feel of your pussy!"
I whimpered and clawed at his back. "I love your dick!" I moaned back to him. "Oh, God! So thick! So strong! It hurts so good!"
We had not been at it for long when we both heard a strange noise. A loud click, and the sound of metal scraping.
"What was that?" I hissed.
"Keys!" he gasped. In a flash, he withdrew from me, and lifted me up, just as the door to the gym opened. There stood Billy.
"What the hell were you locking up for? We're not supposed to..." he stopped mid-sentence. "Holy shit!" he gasped as I cowered behind his son, attempting to shield myself from his view of my naked form.
"I'm sorry, dad." Dean whispered in a voice deep and gravely. He cleared his throat and repeated himself. "I'm sorry, dad. Umm... We were..."
Billy raised a hand to stop him, then waved his hand to shoo Dean aside. He turned away from us, then withdrew back out to the office. The jingle of keys, a loud click as the door was secured. He returned, and began undressing.
"Oh, God. Now, Billy..." I murmured in a whisper, barely holding on to my voice. "Easy now. Don't get me wrong, but... I work here, and... it wouldn't be proper for..."
Off came his shirt, and I was lost. Gone was my voice, and with it, my thoughts. One large, handsome chest lied before me. And those arms!
"Billy...?" I uttered in a quavering plea for mercy.
He strode right up to me, enveloping my chest with his enormous palm, and gripping a handful of my hair with his other hand. He tilted my head back and planted a hard, passionate kiss on my lips. There was nothing subtle about this kiss. It was telling me, in no uncertain terms, who was really calling the shots here. He gazed down at me hungrily, while my body tingled from his exploration of my naked figure.
"Get down there and take my shorts off." he instructed.
Something came to me at that moment. A snapshot. A memory. Bobby lying on his bed, Sunny with her innocent gaze and Bobby had uttered, 'Who said you have to stop? Keep sucking that dick!' and my little Sunny had...
"Yes, sir." I dropped to my knees, and my insides felt as if they were rearranging themselves. My shaking hand reached for the bulge under his shorts, but could hardly undo them.
"Just yank 'em down." Billy ordered.
I tugged, harder and harder until they came off. A tight pair of briefs revealed themselves complete with a large, hard bulge. "Billy... I don't think we should..."
"Pull them down, Evie." he said slightly more softly, but with a commanding tone in his voice.
I swallowed hard, and hooked my fingers over the elastic, and slid them down. His large, hard length greeted my eyes, springing forward to smack into my face. It was like the rest of him. Broad, muscular, but not overly long. Slightly above average, I'd say... and rock hard.
"Turn around, sweetie." Billy nodded, and I turned to view the sight of Dean standing behind me, his erect manhood reaching for the heavens.
They leaned in, side by side, and Billy chuckled at his son. "Nothing beats a good old-fashioned father-son bonding moment," he chuckled, and Dean smiled back. "Guess old age has some perks," he murmured, then turned to me and... it felt like something magical. I gazed up at Billy, his strong chest, powerful arms, gigantic hands, and I couldn't help feeling like his mouth was mine.
Billy pushed his enormous cock straight into my mouth, gripped my hair tight, and... and... let's just say it was unlike any blowjob I've ever had. It was intense, fast, and rough. It was practically impossible to resist him.
He held my head firmly, intently burying his cock deep into my throat, repeatedly pulling my head up and down his shaft, using it almost as if it were a jerk-off tool. God, it was terrifying. I felt big and powerful, impenetrable. I couldn't have resisted if I tried.
After a while, he let me relax for a breath, and Dean hopped in, repeating the same routine. He was less forceful, more measured, but no less enthusiastic. They continued to alternate – I was left kneeling, obediently sucking them off.
If someone had described this to me that very morning, I would have sworn I'd put up a fight, stand up and escape. Instead, I moaned loudly while rubbing my pussy, taking it all in as their mouths devoured them.
I knew I wasn't in any real danger – Dean's a good boy, and I'm certain his father had instilled respect in him. But they were rough, dominating, aggressive.
I kept gagging and choking as they went at it. They thrust deeper as I started sobbing, but quickly allowed me to gasp for air before plunging back in.
Finally, it was Billy's turn again, but he didn't shove himself back into my mouth. He grabbed me by the underarms, effortlessly lifting me off my feet, and dragged me to a strange-looking machine that had a small seat. He placed me on it and spread my legs wide apart, lifting them over these padded rings that rested against my inner knees. His eyes glistened hungrily, as if he wanted to devour me instead of the upcoming turkey.
"Do you know how to use this thing?" he asked his son, filled with lust. My heart raced – I felt so exposed and open.
I screamed around Billy's cock as Dean pressed into me with his throbbing member. I could do nothing but scream and clutch Billy as he rode me hard, triggering an orgasm in mere seconds.
Dean stepped back as Billy smiled down at me. "I'm eager to enjoy your sweet body, son," he whispered, then positioned himself between my thighs. I was still trying to process the new position and wondering if he meant to nail me with his big dick when... he stepped over me and placed his cock back in my mouth.
I was still getting used to this new angle when Dean came to kneel behind me. He slid into me from behind while I was sucking on Billy's cock, my world exploding in a mix of screaming and pounding. From time to time, I reached up and played with Dean's cock, licking and sucking when time allowed.
I experienced another staggering climax, my entire body trembling. However, I couldn't tell if it was the fast pace or the vulnerability that left me breathless.
"Hey!" Dean laughed. "Let's take your yoga lesson to the mat so we can fuck you at the same time," he joked. I was unsure of what that meant at first, but the images flashing through my mind weren't exactly peaceful. I couldn't wait to discover what would happen next.
Billy stepped back, and Dean scooped me into his grasp like I was a feather pillow. His arms felt solid but gentle as he carried me to the exercise tables where I hold my classes. I wrapped my arms around his neck in return, kissing him.
It continued, my lips pressed to his, until he nearly dropped me onto the mats. The feeling of sheer strength in his arms was unreal. I couldn't fathom why I was so willing to submit to him.
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Buff Dean plowed into me, powerful jolts of pleasure piercing my skin. Our session continued as my only goal was to take everything these two had to give. I was rendered speechless, wondering how I slipped into this situation.
I climaxed with some uncertainty about what was happening, unsure even if I'd experienced pleasure or devastation. They left me lying on my side, stunned and whimpering. Dean exited the room as Billy cleaned up before joining me again, asking if I was "ready". Though slightly nervous, I sensed the perfect blend of dominance and willingness to please. We moved toward the showers as Billy led the way, and I could only laugh as he catcalled women, exclaiming how well they could fill out an ancient piece of art. Our adventure continued, and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next on this road trip.
Who knew where we'd end up next? All I knew was that the world felt alive and electrical. Ready or not, adventure awaited. There was no turning back.
Billy scooped me up and placed me on my hands and knees, then climbed behind me. He thrust himself into me once again, causing me to scream out loudly. This time, Dean hushed me by stuffing his own erection into my mouth. I continued making mumbled, incomprehensible noises while Dean's cock filled my mouth.
The two of them exchanged positions, maintaining their lighthearted spirit throughout the process. They fucked me for a while longer before switching again.
As Dean was thrusting into me incessantly for the fifth time, I was more than happy to participate, when he suddenly gripped my hips tightly and growled, "I'm about to explode in this whore!"
"Fill her up!" hissed Billy.
Dean's cock began to pulse, and I could feel his climax approaching. It felt like a button had been pressed, and I felt my orgasm surge through me too.
This orgasm was unlike the lovely, timed kind where it's quite intimate and sweet. It was more like pressing a button that causes a firework display, with no control over its intensity.
Once the last echoes of my climax had ended, I realized that Dean was still inside me, continuing to fuck me even as he grew soft. His dick still felt hard and solid.
Billy eventually pulled out, and I made a small complaint of disappointment.
"Don't fret, honey," he reassured me. "There's another cock you need to take care of." He reclined on his back, his erect cock pointing straight at the sky, and signaled me to climb on top of him.
"I'm at your service, sir," I whimpered hungrily, and crawled towards him. He grabbed my hips and lifted me off the floor, then lowered me onto his massive cock.
As I attempted to align his cock with my dripping wet pussy, Billy simply grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up into the air before dropping me back down onto his impressive tool. It went deep inside me, almost making me gasp for breath the force of the impact.
I clung onto his thick shoulders as I rose and fell above him, watching Dean masturbate next to us, before sucking Dean's softened cock, which was still covered in cum.
"Get back on my lap, slut!" ordered Billy.
I quickly scaled back onto his lap and began riding his bulging cock, which felt fascinatingly enormous. Dean's eyes were glued to me, witnessing me riding myself on top of his father.
Dean approached and shoved his ejaculated cock into my mouth. I groaned appreciatively. He continued to watch me suck him off, even as I continued bouncing on Billy's cock. A sudden flood of adrenaline surged through my body, and I climaxed a fifth time. I quaked and convulsed as my stretched pussy grievously clamped on to Billy's cock.
"Damn! You've got an incredibly powerful cunt, honey!" he exclaimed, clearly impressed.
"Thank you, sir." I gasped breathlessly. I ceased riding him, but he grinned and continued to fondle my tits, intensifying my pleasure even further.
"You'll do as I tell you from now on," he commanded.
I nodded in obedience and continued riding him. "Yes, sir," I moaned, increasing my speed.
"You understand?" he yanked my hips and aided my movement.
I nodded again. "Yes, sir."
Dean whipped out his camera, began recording me (and probably his actions), and the two of them enjoyed my body until, out of nowhere, I was pulled off Billy and tossed onto the mat on my back.
Billy positioned himself above me, thrusting his major cock towards my face. "Open up, whore! I'm about to cum!"
"Yes, sir," I obeyed, opening my mouth, and searching for the tip of his thick cock.
Soon, I found it, and began to suck him off, relishing in the various types of juices I could taste. Just as he let loose his first jet of cum, sloppily landing on my tongue, he ordered, "Swallow what I give you, whore!"
I complied, gulping most of it down. It was an odd mixture of sweet and bitter flavors. I licked my lips, removing the rest of his cum. Finally, he stared at me with pride, seemingly gratified by my obedience and performance.
I lay there, panting heavily, feeling strange sensations spread throughout my body, and realizing that it'd been roughly forty minutes, or half an hour, since we'd first begun.
I had never felt like this, going full throttle for so long. I'd always been accustomed to five-minute encounters twice a week.
Both men ejected from my presence, leaving me lying there on the mat, completely exhausted, but wonderfully satisfied.
Once that surge of lust had passed, guilt began to surface. Technically, I wasn't cheating on anyone, but I had just had sex with TJ's friend, Bobby's friend, Mike's friend, and even Nick's friend, all of whom were close to Tarek. Surely there were some rules against that.
Dean and Billy sat on the mat on either side of me, and I sat up between them. There was a long pause before anyone tried to speak.
"I... I'm not sure what happens next," I murmured hesitantly.
Billy tilted his head towards me, smirking slightly. "You mean tonight, or tomorrow?"
"The latter," I replied, a small smile returning.
Dean voiced his opinion. "What do you think about me, or Dean... or both of us taking you for a ride again?"
A warmth spread through my stomach. Working here twice a week, plus three classes on Saturdays, and the occasional visit just to work out - all options that could lead to more sexual adventures. "Would that be okay with you?"
"It depends," Billy chuckled wickedly. "Are you okay with that?"
I felt a familiar tickle in my stomach. "I think I might be."
Billy got up, popped a few joints and stretched his muscular frame over me. "I'll need a shower before I head home. My wife would be upset if I returned smelling like your perfume." He reached down to help me up, and I fell into his arms as he kissed me with force. His tongue clashed with mine, and he quickly released me to leave.
Dean got up, pulled me to him, and pressed his lips onto mine. His hands massaged my ass, and his chest crushed me against his own. Swirls of scent filled the air, a mix of sex and sweat. He deepened the kiss, fingering my ass while he held me tightly to his chest. Eventually, we collected our clothes from the bench press and walked to the ladies' locker together.
In the shower, we washed each other's bodies before he took me, entering my vagina for the second time. We resumed washing and kissing until we ran out of hot water. Wrinkles now formed on my fingers.
We dressed in tandem, walked out together, and he gave me a lingering kiss by my car before I drove away. The journey home was a quiet one. As I thought about how to tell Sunny about this... and imagined what might happen afterwards if she got excited by the story, I realized that I had no idea how to turn off the sexual arousal but didn't want to. This was just too exciting.
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Wednesday arrived, and I took Sunny's back for a pre-work kiss. We both got up early to prepare the coffee and get ready for the day.
Sunny's eyes met mine as she sipped her coffee. "New hair!" I proclaimed, admiring her new bob cut that complemented her attractive face.
"Do you like it?" she beamed, presenting every angle.
"I adore it!" I genuinely did. It was much more fun than her previous style.
Jenny had arrived at the bar, cutting lemons. "Horus was enquiring about you earlier," she said as I joined her to prepare the bar.
"Tarek?" I inquired, scanning the room for his presence. "Where'd he go?"
"Gone," was Jenny's response, her cute expression never faltering.
At the bar, I engaged Jenny in light conversation, trying to avoid raising any unwanted attention.
"You look lovely today," Jenny complimented, her eyes twinkling. "Want a drink?"
"I'd love one," I replied with a smile, waiting for the right moment to take a sip.
"Full moon night tonight?" Jenny enquired, her gaze lingering on me.
"Yes," I confirmed.
Jenny nodded before resuming the bar preparations.
I stored my belongings, and found Jenny already behind the bar. "Horus wanted to know if you're off tonight," she informed me.
"No, I'm working," I replied, preparing myself for the potential complications this could bring.
"I had plans or something going on," she said with a cheeky grin. "He said he'd be occupied throughout the morning, but if you'd like to join him for lunch, call his cell number." She flashed me a magnificent grin and came closer. "The two of you together already?"
I giggled and shrugged. "May-be."
The next thirty minutes were spent dodging her direct questions as we prepared for the day. Lunch was the highlight of this dragging day. Eventually, I phoned Tarek.
"Hello," he answered swiftly. "I was hoping you'd call."
"You're free for lunch?" I asked with a joyful smile.
"Hurrying to the clubhouse." he replied. "Meet me outside in three minutes."
"See you soon!" I flashed her an irresistible grin as I walked away.
"Yep, you and him are together!" she quipped with a smirk.
"Possibly." I replied as coyly as I could.
"Well, go now." she encouraged. "The first lunch is on me, the second in your hands. And I need all the details!"
"I'm not sure I'm ready to share those yet." I giggled in response. "Catch you later!"
Tarek was waiting outside on a large golf cart. He patted the seat next to him, and I hopped in. We sped off across the stunning golf course to the club's restaurant. I'd never dined there. The prices were excessively high, and it was frowned upon for staff to go there. But no rules were broken.
"Here we are," he said as we neared a beautiful building.
"Really?" I frowned.
He nodded. "Fish and chips at the club on a Monday! I'm so excited."
"But it's so expensive," I voiced my concern.
He waved his hand. "Not my treat, Evie. Have whatever you like."
Astonished, I looked at him. "W... what?"
"A joke." he laughed. "I can't tell jokes. Takes some getting used to!"
I reached over and tweaked him. "Joke rat!" I chuckled.
I ordered a Caesar salad, which cost more than some full dinners. It was a good thing we didn't eat this much every day, as I'd need to increase my run mileage to burn it all off.
We returned to the clubhouse, and before resuming our day's work, I mustered the courage. Take a deep breath, Evie. Life's too short.
I took a deep breath while holding his hand. "Tarek... I really like you." I stared at my hands in his.
"I like you too, Evie." he replied, seeming a little unsure.
I nodded. "It's not an attempt to scare you. But if you don't want to see me once I've told you..."
"You're seeing your other boyfriend." he clarified.
"Yes, but things have changed, and..." I hesitated. "Gah! I'm not telling! Seeing as you're alright with it!"
"You have multiple boyfriends." he clarified.
I sighed in relief and gazed into his eyes. "Yes, it's new. I only had one before."
"I see," he said, still grinning. "How about tomorrow at 7 pm?"
I blinked, surprised. "We're still going out?"
He grinned, kissed my hands. "I've spent a great deal of time preparing for this. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste."
"Okay," I breathed. "7 pm it is. Pick me up at 7." [paraphrased] "She mentioned having an appointment or something planned. His response was, 'If you'd like to have lunch with him, call his cell', flashing a pretty face while getting closer. 'Are you seeing each other?' I jokingly replied, 'Perhaps.' "
The next half-hour passed slowly as we prepared for our day. Eventually, I dialed Tarek's number.
"Hello?" he answered quickly. "I've been anticipating your call."
"Lunch with you today?" I asked with a grin.
"On my way to the clubhouse now," he said. "Find me outside in three minutes."
"Heading there now!" I playfully grinned. "Psst... You know about us?"
"Indeed! You said you had a boyfriend." he replied. "No worries, I'm cool with it."
"Since we made updates to that." I revealed. "We're not the exclusive couple you once knew."
"I see." he said with a grin. "What time tonight can we catch up?"
"A seven o'clock rendezvous?" I asked in awe.
"Perfect!" he agreed. "Your doorstep it is."
We had a short passionate kiss to avoid drawing attention before I went back to work, while blocking out Jenny's inquisitive questions. I think it's amusing how she's always trying to squeeze more information out of me. Eventually, I'll tell her the truth. But not just yet.
I stood in front of my wardrobe, struggling over what to wear. Tarek was picking me up in less than an hour, and I was yet to even take a shower!
"I don't even know where he's taking me," I whined at my roommate Sunny, who was sitting on my bed watching me get more and more agitated.
"It doesn't matter what you wear," she chuckled. "He's attracted to you, not your wardrobe!"
"But I don't want to look foolish," I pleaded. "What if he wants to go somewhere fancy?"
Sunny rolled her eyes. "He works at a golf course! I highly doubt 'fancy' is in his budget!"
I shrugged. "You might be right. Then again..." Then I smirked. "I'll wear something casual. That way, he'll take us to a place where I won't look silly. Keep it basic, and that's what he'll give us."
Tarek was standing at the door when I emerged from the bathroom. He watched me complete my makeup. When I exited the room again, he admired my appearance.
"You look fantastic!" he breathed.
The halter neck top plunged quite low, revealing all my cleavage, which is admittedly very little. The mini-skirt had a flirtatious look to it, showing off my legs, which I consider to be my best feature; the product of all the running, hours on the elliptical, tennis, and whatever other exercises I've done.
"Thanks," I beamed. "So... where are we going tonight?"
He avoided the question. "It's a secret."
We got into the convertible and headed to a sandy area near one of the public beaches. I wondered if he was taking us to the same restaurant again, but he continued driving past it.
"Is this where we're having dinner?" I asked.
He nodded, but it didn't feel right. We arrived at a cabana with benches. That's when it hit me; we were going to have dinner on the beach! "Dinner on the beach?" I yelped with delight.
He opened the trunk and produced a cooler with his food in it. "Some of my favourite dishes from home," he explained.
"Oh my gosh!" I gasped. "Let's eat!"
We feasted, talked, and drank wine. It was an exceptional, amusing, exquisitely romantic evening. Before he could start the engine to leave, I swung over to his lap, kissing him passionately, inciting a handsy response from him and a teasing reply from me.
"I thought of something I've never done before," I whispered post-kiss.
He raised a brow. "What's that?"
I smiled and nibbled on his earlobe. "I've never had sex in a car before."
"Never?" he snickered. "Well, I'll tell you, a bed is far more comfortable."
I giggled. "Yes, I know. But I still want to explore it."
"Now?" He queried.
I nodded. "Absolutely."
He laughed. "A public beach parking lot?"
I nodded. "Exactly."
"And in a convertible," he added. "Are you brave enough for that?"
I giggled and resumed kissing his neck and chest. "I'm prepared to take that risk."
Hey, I've gotta confess, helping him take off his pants in such a crammed car was pretty amusing. To be honest, it wasn't easy removing our own clothes either, given how limited the space was, but we're both quite flexible. He got a good blowjob while he was sitting over the center console until he was rock-hard and verging on explosion. Then I climbed on top, with the steering wheel pushing against me in the process, and we had sex. It was kind of hilarious, but boy, did I enjoy it! It felt like we were engaging in yet another game that we love playing.
When we couldn't cum any longer, I decided to get out. "Come on!" I yelled, and opened the car door.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Out of the car!" I yelled back. "Now!"
He stepped out, and I went and leaned over the hood, raising myself up on my toes as I spread my legs.
He didn't need any instructions from there. He positioned himself behind me, pushed his substantial length into my vagina, and filled me up. It was absolutely wild, amusing, and I was absolutely elated! Every time we heard a car approaching, we both tensed up and waited for it to pass before we'd resume our sex. It was an incredible and whimsical fuck, and a delightful first time engaging in sexual activity in and out a car! He pounded me passionately and deliberately, just how I wanted it, and I climaxed like a firecracker, screaming and completely disregarding whether or not anybody heard me!
I opened the car door once more, sat on the ground with my feet still on the ground, and guided him towards me so I could complete him with my mouth. My blowjobs were getting progressively better, and he was always willing to let me hone my skills, so why not? We were underneath the parking lot lamppost, and it was thrilling to imagine being caught in that remarkable position.
I stared up at him and his penis in my mouth and uttered, "Do you like it when I look up at you?"
He nodded vigorously. "Oh, most definitely!"
I sucked him a little more. "Would you like to cum on my face again?" I murmured in his ear.
He nodded, held my head in his grasp, and began thrusting his penis into my mouth. It took longer than expected, but I was simply having a fabulous time and didn't mind. He could keep thrusting into my mouth until he was done! Absolutely ! I've changed!
He groaned and gasped as he watched me, my eyes focusing on his. He burst and ejaculated over my face, landing some of it in my red hair. I giggled as the remainder got on my face. I then sucked him back into my mouth and sucked every last drop out of him. Savory, salty, scrumptious!
I took his penis and used it to smear some of his jizz around my face, then sucked his shaft clean, repeating this action until I removed most of his jizz from my face and ate it. I knew it was the sensation and his response that I craved, not the taste itself.
"Mmmm!" I giggled as the milk-like substance spread around my face, "Now, that's a yummy dessert!"
"You're pretty amazing." he gasped to me.
I cleaned up with the leftover napkins. It was a pretty amusing moment when I attempted to remove his semen from my hair. Fun, though!
He drove me home, and when he tried to kiss me goodbye, I stopped him. "I need to take a shower first." I told him. "Can you come in?"
He grinned and nodded.
I sped through my shower, dressed myself in my robe, and fell back on the sofa with him. We kissed deeply for a minute, and when his hands tried to undo my robe, I resisted. "I need to say something," I whispered. "I can't continue this if you don't know."
"What's wrong?" he wondered.
I could see how ardent he was for me, and I could sense how fervent I was for him. If this was our last time together, however, I had to share a secret I'd kept to myself. "Honey, I don't know if you'll want to remain with me once I say what I need to say. But I want you to know that I truly, profoundly like you. I'm not trying to chase you away, it's just that I can't keep secrets. I'm just not any good at it. Therefore, I want you to know about my... second..."
"Possibly, but you don't realize..." he countered. "I adore you incredibly as well. So, regardless..."
"Nick!" I exclaimed before I could back down. "It was me and Nick!"
He blinked at me. "Yes, I knew about you and Nick."
I nodded. "And TJ as well."
He furrowed his brow. "I felt there was something going on with him." he nodded. "But listen, Evie. You don't need to..."
I sniffed. "One more! Simply one more. The hardest one." I said sadly. "Bobby."
He frown. "I've never heard of a Bobby."
I winced and shut my eyes. "My ex's son, Bobby... my previous boyfriend's son."
This brought about the response I expected. He got a shocked expression, and pulled back slightly. I knew it! This was the end! I was going to miss him so much!
"How old is this Bobby?" he inquired.
I sighed. "He'll be twenty in approximately six weeks."
He chuckled a little bit and seemed to relax. "Well, that's not too bad, right?"
I frown, a bit perplexed.
"I was anticipating you had a younger boyfriend with a son or something." he added, laughing. "I assume that's not?"
I snickered. "No, he's over fifty."
His jaw dropped jaws.
"I understand. I get that often." I chuckled.
He shrugged after a moment. "A little taken aback, but not really." he smiled. "You're too much woman for any man." he said nearly cheerfully. "So much woman you should be continued on the next woman."
I giggled. "I still truly wish to be your girlfriend, but I understand if this changes things." I told him.
He looked at me with those fantastic dark eyes again, hove in and kissed me deeply. When it went away, I gulped and sighed, "So, uhh... do you still..."
He removed my robe over my shoulders, took it off, and picked me up, placed me right on top of him on the couch.
My heart was running at full throttle again as I got to work taking off his clothing. We left a trail of clothes from there to my bedroom, and I was scooped up, tossed onto the bed, then he leaped on me like a mountain lion! I was ecstatic again, and set on making sure he understood it.
We had been at it for around a half hour when I was above him, his hands doing lovely things to my sensual breasts, when I thought I saw something move near the door. I maintained my composure, and glanced from the corner of my eye. Someone was there, only behind the door that was now cracked open a bit. I'm positive I shut it.
Sunny! It must have been her! She was watching us! There was no one else it could be. The sensations he was providing felt even more intense now, knowing that she was right there, mere feet away, made me exceptionally excited!
He was incredibly considerate, incredibly sweet with me all day. And I remembered the night before when he didn't cause me to feel awkward after the course. I told myself then that I'd give him something special. And Sunny is as beautiful as they come.
I increased my efforts, increasing the speed of riding him. I wanted to provide my stunning stepdaughter a show, and hopefully create similar sensations she caused me when she was with Bobby.
He discovered the change in my attempts and joined in as well. I was really going hard, attempting to get every inch from him. It made me want to find out if he liked dirty talk during sex. I lay on top and whispered in his ear, "I adore how you fuck me!"
He growled a pleased response.
"Would it frustrate you if I fucked younger guys?" I questioned.
He snickered and impaled me harder, causing me to let out a tiny shriek. "I'm up to the task."
"You are!" I moaned as the next thrust felt incredible. I wriggled and ground myself completely on him, feeling his long, thin shaft set me aflame. He simply felt so good, smelled so good, tasted so good. And he still wanted me, even after finding out that I'd been with multiple men! That astounded me. He was such a superb lover, and a superb person. I really wanted to give him something special. This was going to be thrilling!
I wrapped his face in my hands, leaned in, and softly kissed him while groaning, "Baby..." I sighed when I had the courage to do it. "Perhaps you should try fucking some younger women... so we can all be even and so on."
He bellowed another deep-sounding response. "They would be inferior!"
He swiftly flipped me onto my back, thrust himself inside me forcefully, and began vigorously pounding me against the mattress. "Yes! Harder!" I cried. He was giving me an extraordinary screwing, and I sensed him getting more frantic. He was on the verge of another climax, and I didn't want that to happen just yet.
"No! Slow down!" I gasped.
He momentarily stopped and gazed down at me.
"Why?" he inquired.
"You'll need to control your pace if you wish to last," I smirked.
"What does that mean? Last at what?" he questioned.
I guided him out of me and had him lie on his back in the center of the bed. I then positioned myself on the opposite side and patted the space next to him. "Turn on the hallway light, open the door, and come up here, Sweetie!" I ordered.
Sunny cautiously appeared at the door, wearing her adorable black miniskirt and a crop top with buttons undone, revealing her subtle breasts under the window light. He looked back at me, and I noticed confusion in his eyes.
"Stephen, precious?" I signed. "May Sunny join us?"
He frowned. "You're serious?" he chuckled. "Really?"
I eased him out of me and then had him rotate his position to face me. Repositioning myself beside him, I patted the space next to him. "Turn on the hallway light, open the door, and climb up here, Cutie!" I urged.
Sunny complied, slipping out of her attire, dropping her skirt and top to the floor, removing her panties, and crawling next to his side. Under the flickering hallway light, we could see each other without being blinded. Sunny's slender, sultry body draped over his side, and I noticed a look of bewilderment in his eyes.
"Stephen," I caressed his face. "Can Sunny play with us?"
He furrowed his brows. "You're not joking?" he asked with a smirk. "Really?"
I disengaged from him and positioned myself at the foot of the bed. "Take hold of his stiff penis and suck on it," I instructed.
With a startled glance, Stephen complied, and I caressed his organ as Sunny nodded her head eagerly. The sight of my sexy daughter sticking his erection into her mouth like a puppy seeking a treat and me holding and gliding it for her to suck was unbelievably sensual and tantalizing.
When his climax neared, I instructed Sunny to slowly mount him, moving in a way that reminded me of how she often did with Bobbie. She looked at me, a mischievous spark in her eyes. "Do it again, Mother!" she cooed, effortlessly mimicking my tone.
Sunny had never called me "Mother" before. It astonished me, and yet, I found the sight of her in that moment intoxicating. I reached down between her legs and began licking and sucking her clit as she rocked back and forth on his member. The image of her riding him while we touched each other sent a delightful sensation through me. Our bond was intensified when she screamed out her climax, and I could hear him straining to keep from ejaculating. He managed to keep himself together, but new found vigor surged through him.
He repositioned himself behind me and inserted himself into me, driving deep, then more profoundly. Our two sexual appetites intertwined as I kissed Sunny while she fellated her father. I was amazed at the sheer beauty of the moment, which transcended any form of shame any sane person might normally feel for such a situation.
Surprisingly, it didn't end there. I watched as he made love to my attractive Korean stepdaughter while she climaxed before descending on me to fuck me once more. Then he lovingly moved me onto hands and knees, his member penetrating me while Sunny and I kissed as if we were a couple in love.
She pleaded for more, and he granted her request. She straddled him and bent over like she often did with Bobbie. She looked at me impishly. "Do it again, Mommy!" she begged.
She'd never called me "Mommy" before. The fact that it was widely-known she had never used this term bonded me with her newfound sexual excitement. I moved between her enthusiastic legs and started licking and sucking her clit; he continued to fuck me more deeply while we engaged in passionate lip-locking. An intense thirst for more prevented me from considering the potential consequences as her body shook and she climaxed.
As she finished, I took off his erect penis and swallowed as much of him as possible, moaning while relishing the delectable combination of her sweet pussy juices and his salty semen. His member stiffened again.
Sunny was still on the bed, her pretty face beaming at me; it radiated pleasure. We shared a prolonged kiss, exchanging her sweet taste. She mimicked my tongue with hers - such a sexy response.
We had been quiet since Sunny had joined us, except for Sunny thanking me. I broke the silence with a declaration that left me uncertain. "I'm going to lick his cum from your pussy," I stated.
"Indeed, Mother!" Sunny smiled at me, urging me to move between her open legs. "Clean out my little pussy once more."
I slid my hands underneath her, pressed my lips against her sweet pussy, welcoming her with a kiss. Then, I started trying to slip my tongue into her damp and slick folds to locate what Tarek inserted. Her small moans and whimpers indicated that I was giving her what she desired. The sensation of her body moving beneath me filled me with such delight. So sweet, so tempting! It was so passionate! And the taste was superb; her sweetness combined with his salty cum! I lapped it up like a cat at a saucer of milk.
After some time, both my tongue and mouth were growing weary. I gave her pussy one last lick from bottom to top, flicking my tongue over her tiny bud again, then I shifted over Tarek and sat by his side.
We stayed like that for a while, Sunny and I resting our heads on his wide shoulders. I was merely playing with his limp penis, running my fingertips across it and drawing the foreskin up and down. Sunny then kissed him, along with his smooth, hairless chest as she watched. After which, her hand replaced mine, while I gave my boyfriend a kiss.
"Spend the night here." I sighed at him.
He smiled. "I don't have additional clothing." he softly said.
"A change of clothes or two naughty girls who want to sentence your mind to insanity throughout the night?" Sunny asked from his other side. "What a tough choice."
He chuckled and moved us both marginally closer. "Well, considering how you put it..."
We cuddled up and went back to sleep. However, Tarek still seemed to have more inexhaustible desires for us. I was awakened in the middle of the night with his erect penis penetrating my vagina from behind. This time, he had sex with me until we both climaxed. Then Sunny hurried over and cleaned his cum from my vagina with her tongue! One of those two scenarios brought me more joy. We had another cuddle and, before I knew it, I was awakened by my alarm ringing. I sighed dismally. We had to be at the nightclub in less than an hour.
I arose, visited the restroom, prepared coffee, and returned to find Sunny sucking Tarek back to consciousness. "Hey, you little minx!" I chuckled at her. "Let the man have a shower and dress now."
"No, Mommy!" she demanded. "I want to play some more!"
"I promise I'll bring him home to play with you again," I reassured her with a smile. "And I believe we will, considering how well we fit together."
Sunny and I shared a kiss, and I dragged Tarek with me to the shower. We showered together, and it felt truly delightful. The steamy, hot sex was enjoyable, but the cozy moments were sweeter and stirred more feelings in me. More meaningful than the sex.
I washed and dried Tarek, and we dressed while we tried to have some more coffee. Sunny remained naked, enticing us with her sultry display. She waved us farewell, leaving us feeling content and precious. I just wished I could put an end to these feelings of guilt that haunted me. Mom would definitely disapprove.
