Southern Charm: Evie Pt. 7
On Thursday, after finishing work at the golf club, I felt this peculiar urge to attend my yoga class. It had been a while since Dean and Billy had their way with me, and while I had enjoyed it somewhat, I was unsure of how they would react to my return.
Yet there was more causing this twinge in my bones. I had a plan for the evening, and my thoughts were jumbled like a kaleidoscope. My friend Sunny informed me that Bob would be stopping by our place. They had a study session in mind, followed by a movie and some relaxation. In plain English: "have sex". My hope was they would invite me once more. Maybe this time, Bob would also include something other than just my mouth.
Curiously, this reverie caused me to reminisce about Mike. He was a decent guy who deserved someone who respected him. Someone who didn't indulge in a multitude of experiences. And possibly, someone who enjoyed the occasional lovemaking session. Part of me desired to be that person, but after experiencing the thrill of an active sex life, I wouldn't want to return to the past. Still, part of me wondered how he was coping. And strangely, I missed him as well.
I went to the gym, and there was Gerrie with one of her unwelcoming smiles at the front desk. I offered my own grin to annoy her before I entered my yoga space.
I only took a few steps into the gym when TJ appeared, snickering at my arrival. He inquired if I wanted to join a bonfire celebration on the beach later.
When my eyes fell upon him, his arms around his body, I couldn't help but marvel at his cuteness. "A bunch of college kids, beer, and pot?"
The man sniggered and stated the obvious. "True. But it'll be fun. I'll make sure of that."
"What's your plan to accomplish it?" I inquired, amusement in my tone.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise any longer, would it?" he jabbed.
"I adore surprises," I laughed.
I let out a deep and drawn breath. "Okay, I guess. Eight thirty?"
"Deal!" he shouted cheerfully, turning to leave. "Have a great session."
I went into a dressing room, shedding my club attire and donned my yoga clothes after tying up my hair. Billy waved to me once I stepped out. I followed him through the gym and into his office. He closed the door behind me and embraced me, forcing me against his chest in a robust hug. His manly lips met mine for a passionate kiss, causing my breath to rush into my throat. His grip on my waist was almost unnerving, and I gasped out of reflex. Some piece of me enjoyed this. But, this enormous force of his dominated my tiny form.
He released me and asked if I intended to remain after class. I giggled. "I'm recuperating from my last workout," I replied cheekily. He pouted at my response. I felt silly but couldn't help myself. "Should we catch up later?"
"Wait a second," he murmured, opening a drawer on his desk and produced a velvet box. When I took a look inside, it had a silver chain necklace with dangling running shoes as a charm. "For you."
My eyes bulged in surprise, but I shook my head. "No, Billy."
"Why not?" he asked.
"I'm not here for your mistresses," I said. "If you want some fun every now and again, fine. But I've been that booty call girl too many times, and I'm not going to be it again."
He frowned. "It's not like that."
"Yes, it is," I corrected. "I've been in this scenario earlier. I see the direction this road leads to. So, let's not stretch my involvement. Bye, Billy."
I left, but not before giving him an awkward and silly nod. Maybe another time. Maybe not. “So, talk later?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Can't we do this again?" he inquired, his words containing a mix of anger and sadness.
"I should tell you to go home to your wife," I responded, sighing. "I should never be with you again. But you know that's not what you want, and you know it's not what I want. So, there's no point in pretending. So, let's just be friends with benefits, if you know what I mean. No romance, just... occasional pleasure together."
He furrowed his brow. "Well... that sounds okay," he acknowledged, then gave me a sly grin. "I guess we can't do a quick one right now. With your class and me having to run the gym, we don't have the time."
I laughed. "Nope! I have a class I need to teach, and you have your gym to run." As he circled his desk and came towards me, I caught a glimpse of the big, excited smile he reserved for me that fateful night with Dean. It gave me goosebumps, just like back then. I grabbed his sculpted arms, climbed onto my toes, and gave him a quick peck, cooing, "Oh, so big." Just before I could be tempted to go further, I slipped out the door and headed towards my class.
My class was turning out to be popular. I had 10 students, including Nick and Tarek, who were both back for another round. They were chatting like best pals, which made me a little uneasy. I figured two of my boyfriends getting along could lead to trouble. It was getting weird.
After class, both Nick and Tarek approached me. Tarek scooped me up, kissed me passionately, and then allowed Nick to repeat the gesture. Yeah, that was awkward. They thanked me for the class, and then Nick asked if we could still play tennis on Sunday and if he could pick me up instead of meeting there, while Tarek asked if I would be available for dinner after. What could I do? I agreed to both invitations.
After my shower to clean up, I slipped on my skimpy shorts and halter top for a run around the school grounds, hoping the three of us would wind up in bed together. Maybe I could find out what Bobby's big package feels like inside me.
I left the main road to follow Mike's vehicle. He drove only one exit before exiting onto a shabby stretch of town populated by mostly deserted store fronts. What the hell was he doing in this neighborhood? He pulled into a parking lot behind a dingy theater with a marquee reading...
"Adult Theater. 18+ Only."
Was this the place he wanted to take me? The one he had described as something I'd really enjoy... or did he mean it would be enjoyable for me? Either way, it was quite likely this was the destination. Mike walked from the back lot to the front of the building, entered, and I soon followed.
I was unsure how he would react to my presence. Would he get furious and make a scene? Would he be courteous and welcoming? Would he want me to leave or stay? Maybe if this was a public space, he wouldn't embarrass himself, and we could reconcile a little. Maybe we could even sit together and watch a naughty movie while holding hands. Maybe he'd get aroused and I'd end up sitting in the back row with him, making out... or engaging in a little foreplay. Come on, Evie! That's not happening.
Or maybe I could simply tell him that I'm still thinking about him and hope he's doing well, and maybe we can continue to be friends. That, I could achieve.
I parked and got out of my car. My mini shorts and tank top might be too chilly in the cold theater, so I snatched a hoodie from the trunk and went inside.
The ticket seller looked a tad surprised to see me. I got a ticket, and it cost less than I thought it might. In the lobby, there was a snack stand that was empty and dark. No popcorn. No Twizzlers. No drinks. Hmm...
There was only one show. It was unlike the modern theaters that had multiple screens. This one was a single venue. I remembered hearing of a theater in the city that had 16 screens - imagine how massive that must be!
I stood in the theater, pondering. If I were to surprise Mike and join him, would he get angry and create a fuss? Would he be civil and kind? Would he want me to depart immediately or stay? I could let him know I still fantasize about him and hope he's doing well. I had that option.
I parked my car and stepped out. Though my short shorts and crop top could be cold in the theater, I took a hoodie from the trunk and strolled in.
I entered the building and was immediately hit with musty scents and dim lights. I walked down the passage toward the seats, where, on the screen, a voluptuous blonde woman with enormous breasts was riding a man with an attractive physique and an even more impressive cock. It was massive, and her expressions made it clear that she was enjoying herself immensely, even if it was just an act.
The cushions seemed worse than I anticipated; they appeared to have been removed a while ago. There were only four rows in total, and around a dozen per row. However, the rear area of the theater was vacant, and the first two rows had all but vanished. The four remaining rows were in the center of the room.
When I peered up at the audience from the farthest row, I noticed there were only six spectators; all were men. Mikey was sitting alone in the front row. I felt my stomach fluttering as I made my way down the aisle; there were heads turning as I passed by. Apparently, they were not used to having females in their midst. I sat next to Mike and offered him a greeting in a whisper.
"Hey, Mike."
He hissed back, "Evie! What are you doing here?"
When I glanced down, I noticed that Mikey had his penis partially out of his trousers and it had become completely erect. "Hey... how 'bout a good movie?" I joked and glanced at his member.
Mike furrowed his brow and wrestled to conceal himself. "Um... you might as well leave."
I wasn't sure if I wanted to depart yet. He wasn't yelling at me, so I figured I could stay for a while. After flirting with Tarek and Nick and considering my relationship with Sunny and Bobby, I was feeling quite sensual. Plus, I knew this desire was on Mike's bucket list. Perhaps we could patch up our friendship if I stuck around for a while.
"What do you think of this one?" I inquired, gesturing toward the screen. The voluptuous blonde woman was on her hands and knees on a bed, and the man with the huge penis was ruthlessly thrusting into her, causing her to scream and implore for more. The idea of that mammoth member inside her filled me with yearning.
"Never seen this before," Mike admitted.
I surveyed the audience members and leaned over to whisper softly, "Do you fancy me?"
Mike's furrowed expression deepened. "No. Not hatred."
"That's good."
I heaved a sigh of relief. "Would you be interested in...umm...being acquaintances again?"
His frown intensified. "What do you want from me, Evie?"
I scooted closer and laid a hand on his leg. "I miss spending time with you and all." I pouted. "Please, don't treat me like I have leprosy."
Mike grunted at me, but didn't turn away from the movie.
We sat together in silence save for the noisy blonde on the screen for a few minutes. I had to say what was on my mind, so I leaned in close. "Do you still hate me?"
His frown darkened, but he didn't divert his gaze from the screen. "No... not hate."
"That's good." I sighed with relief. "Do you think we could be friends or something?"
His head swivelled toward me slowly. "What do you want from me, Evie?"
I leaned even closer and ran my hand over his thigh. "I simply miss hanging out with you and stuff." I pouted, "And I don't want you to shun me."
His muscles tightened at my touch, but he didn't push me away. I witnessed his highly aroused penis through the fabric which offered just enough illumination from the light reflecting on the screen. My arousal increased and I gave in to the urge. I unzipped his zipper and reached into his trousers, taking a hold of his pulsating cock.
Mike gulped, breathlessly responding, "Evie?"
I smiled at him, "Shh... here, let me lend a hand." I began stroking him slowly, caressing his penis with my fingers.
Soon, the scene shifted, and three guys were swimming in a suburban backyard pool. A scantily-clad blonde woman emerged from the house in a risqué bikini that barely contained her mammoth breasts. The boys appeared to be deeply fixated on her.
Around this moment, I noticed some subtle motion behind me, so I glanced back. The seats that had been vacant before now contained two guys, slightly younger than Mike. They ditched where they had been sitting to sit right behind us. I flinched and released my grip on Mike's dick, but he wasn't about to let it go. He grabbed my wrist and guided my hand back to his dick. All right then, if that's what he wants.
The woman in the video was supposed to be the stepmom of one of the viewers. I couldn't help but think that Mikey may have had me on his mind when he came to watch this one. The stepson left to fetch lemonade, and straightaway, his two friends went over to hit on the hot stepmom. She soon agreed to join them in the pool, and we got to see her fondling their cocks beneath the water.
I flinched when someone else sat next to me on the opposite side, and he didn't even look at the movie - his gaze was fixated on my hand. My hand was going up and down Mike's dick. His eyes met mine for a second, and he grinned at me like a cat ready to pounce on a mouse.
In the pool, the big blonde was between the two younger guys, with one cock in each hand, pumping them off. My new neighbor must've taken inspiration from that and reached for my other hand. I resisted, but he didn't give up. Mike didn't addressed the guy; he just watched the film. The new guy just kept seated there, still fixated on my hand, and a couple of minutes after, he once more reached for my hand.
"Hey!" I gasped at the guy, "What do you..."
"Go ahead." Mike grunted.
"What?" I croaked. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Let him have it." Mike snarled.
I worried that my face was turning lobster-like red. "I can't!" I said again, sharply. "I don't even know his name!"
Mike leaned over and glanced past me at the guy. "What's your name?"
A smirk crossed his lips. "Dave." he answered.
"That's that," Mike grinned wickedly at me once more. "Now you know his name."
With my wrist in his grip, Dave proceeded to move it towards him.
"Mike?" I said, still resistingly.
"I said give him a hand, just like me." he snapped.
I started blushing. "I can't!" I said, louder. "I don't even know his name!"
"Hell yeah you can." Mike smirked. "Do it."
I couldn't quell the outrage in my voice. "Mike!" I exclaimed, "I can't!"
Mike's expression lightened. "Go on." he said, looking straight at me with smoldering eyes.
Scared but aroused, I repeated, "How's that?" as I directed a coy gaze his way.
"Just keep doing what you're doing, baby." Dave grinned at me, his hips beginning to buck to the rhythm of my strokes.
My heart was hammering in my chest. Regret and exasperation swam through my mind, but I couldn't deny the moisture between my legs. This was blurring line between wrong and horny. Oh god, that made it dirtier and more tantalizing. Am I wrong for enjoying it?
This blonde bombshell on-screen had these three boys, including her stepson, seated on the pool's edge while she moved down the line, orally pleasing each of them in turn. It was like pouring gasoline on a fire. I was getting hot just watching this.
Suddenly, I felt a touch, nearly causing me to spring from my seat. A hand stretched over my shoulder and snaked its way down to my tits, giving one a harsh squeeze. Then another hand appeared, coming from a different guy, and joined the first one in palming my other breast. As I checked out the men who had moved in behind me, a gentle moan escaped before I could suppress it.
These newcomers slinked their hands up then back again, only this time under my top. They grabbed a handful of bare breasts apiece. It made me suppress a moan.
Dave's thrusts grew more rapid, and I was milking his cock with my hand. He ejaculated into my hand, and I kept pumping him, allowing his semen to drip down my fingers. Then he sank back into his pants.
"Good girl." Mike murmured beside me. "Thank the nice man, Baby Girl."
I blinked at the bizarre request, kissed Dave's hand, and implored, "Thank you, sir."
Before I knew it, Mike's hand landed on my other breast. He was caught in the middle of cumming, and his hot jizz covered my digits. I continued to pump him, but his load had dried up. Then he took his fingers and wiped off the lubrication.
"Thank you, Daddy." I gushed, and offered him a coy wink.
"Good girl." He replied, and lifted me up by the elbow. But then he peeled my hoodie off me, using it to clean his cum-covered hands.
"You coming with me now, Daddy?" I slurred.
"Not just yet, Doll." He chuckled, then gently pushed me away from him.
The other four gentlemen in the room were approaching the front row where I was. I spun around, meeting Mike's firm grip on my shoulders. He then lifted my top over my breasts, exposing them and leaving me completely topless in front of a group of older men.
Hands reached for me from all sides. They touched, pinched, and even grabbed. I was nearly paralyzed, only able to move towards them. From all directions emerged haggard groans and moans audible throughout the room.
"Can we fuck her?" One of them asked.
"No! Daddy!" I yelped. "Please!"
"Sorry, guys." Mike replied, still sounding like he was on the brink of laughter. "Not tonight."
With both my hands engaged, two new cocks were in my grip, and I proceeded to stroke them. One hand was rubbing my slit through my shorts, and two more gripped my rear, setting my legs to quiver. What was going on here? Was this Mike's twisted daydream? I was getting groped by five men, Mike just letting them touch me.
I felt Mike's hands on my shoulders. He started driving my knees to the floor.
"Oh, God, Daddy!" I begged. "I can't... I don't want to do this here."
"Get on your knees, Baby Girl." He commanded sternly, and I shivered as I remembered how much I loved hearing him speak this way. "Go!"
I slumped to my knees. Men surrounded me with their erections. Both hands busy, I found myself faced with sucking down a total stranger with Mike yanking on my hair and forcing my head back and forth.
Just a few minutes passed before a tidal wave of sperm flooded my mouth, and I winced as it coated my tongue. My other hand captured some more on my fingers, and they both let go.
"Open up, Whore." A guy instructed, and he jam-packed his sizeable member halfway down my throat.
I lasted for only a short time, and sperm began to accumulate in my mouth. More covered my hand, and they both retreated.
A different member took over from the previous one in my grasp, more hands touched my buttocks and stroked my vagina. There was more thrusting and mocking going on. I heard derogatory terms such as "hot little tart," a "prostitute," a "cock-loving cum receptacle," and other offensive phrases. And Mike remained there, allowing it to happen. Cum decorated my face and breasts from various angles while I received another mouthful of it, less offensive this time, and more got smeared onto my palms and forced down my throat.
I didn't know exactly how long it had been, but it could not have lasted more than a few minutes. When they were finally persuaded to let me breathe, I was swallowing my fifth mouthful of cum while the stunning blonde stepmother in the film was being fucked by her stepson as she sucked his two pals by the pool. Since the scene had remained unchanged, it must not have been more than ten minutes.
The guys stepped back, continuing to watch but no longer reaching for me. Mike assisted me in standing up and led me to the back of the theater, out to the lobby, and right into the restroom for men. I said nothing as he wet a few paper towels and cleaned off the cum from my face, breasts, and hands. Then he returned my shirt, and I put it on.
"Are you okay?" he inquired.
I nodded, gazing at myself in the mirror as I examined my condition. My mascara had smeared everywhere, my lipstick wassplattered, and cum remained on my hair. I looked a mess! I resembled... what an adolescent girl would look like after giving oral sex and rubbing her dick to several males in a porn theater? Oh Christ. Had I truly just performed such an act? I had! Bloody hell, what is wrong with me?
For a while, we just attempted to become presentable again. He glanced at me in the mirror, and we still had a connection on some level. It was no longer like it once was, and it would never be again. I understood that. Nonetheless, simply knowing what I know about him allowed me to address the topic.
"Did you enjoy it?" I inquired meekly.
He seemed a little embarrassed but nodded. "Yes. I did." He responded. "In fact, I'm considering proceeding and fucking you here on the countertop."
Oh my God! He's never addressed me that way before. Under the circumstances, that made me so... excited! "What are you waiting for, then?"
He chuckled softly and shook his head. "Uhh... I don't think I can." he chuckled. "You know how it is. You know."
I nodded, still stiff and numb. "Don't do it again at the theater."
He laughed. "Next time?" he inquired. "There will be a next time?"
I stood up straight and just shrugged. "Perhaps." I replied. "I didn't even realize there would be a this time."
He approached me from behind, wrapped his arms around me, and held me as if we used to when we hugged. It felt warm and comfortable, like an old shirt that feels good to wear. But standing there, staring at us in the mirror together, I understood. I understood why Dave thought I might be Mike's daughter. Bobby was correct. He was too old for me. I was too young for him. And I couldn't do this anymore. Not like what it was from now on.
"I know we're not together again..." Mike said like he was reading my mind. "But it was enjoyable."
"Were you hoping I'd perform a striptease and provide all those guys oral pleasure and handjobs in the front row?" I inquired.
He shrugged. "Maybe, a little. I never thought I'd persuade you to provide me and some random stranger a handjob."
"You made me into your slut daughter." I stated, my tone a little more severe than intended.
He bowed his head and nodded. "Yes. Maybe. I believe you liked it somewhat, don't you?"
"It was like I never knew you at all." I sighed.
"Me neither." he said. "I never thought you'd ever do that."
I nodded. "Nor did I."
"Thus, possibly we don't know one other quite as well as we believe we do." he said.
I laughed. "Probably not." Then I added, "Mike. You have to swear you won't tell anyone about this... unless I do so first."
He grinned. "Evelyn, you must understand me at least that much. I won't disclose this information."
Using my real name like that was unusual for Mike. He used it just for significant topics. I sighed and leaned back into his arms. "Mike. I'm sorry how our relationship ended. I'm also sorry if I hurt you. And, I'm sorry I can't be the wife you wanted."
He nodded and tightened his grip on me. "I said some harsh things to you too. I'm sorry."
I leaned in and kissed his hand. We had to move past this situation as soon as possible. Neither of us could make it easier. "I need to leave." I muttered.
He nodded and released me. Just before I walked out of the bathroom, he called after me. "Hey, you know they change movies here every three or four weeks. Will you let me know when they put on a new one?"
I grinned at him. "If you want to." I replied. "No guarantees."
He chuckled in response. "Fine."
"Bye everyone." I blew them a kiss and stepped out into the lobby, where five guys were all staring at me as I left the theater. I had to hold back from sprinting to my car.
I drove home, circling the school track multiple times to clear my head of what had occurred. My foreplay and sexual encounters made the situation a little easier to process. By the time I finished my run, the sense of disgust was gone; all that was left was how hot it had felt. Six men including Mike, and I as the main performer, watching from the front row of a movie theater. It was still difficult to believe. I felt so cheap and slutty, yet my pussy was wet from the thoughts.
After my workout, I longed for a shower and clean clothes. I used the showers at the locker room, changed into my skirt and top, and made it back home as a thunderstorm began. With my hands dripping, I opened the door and rushed into our tiny apartment. Sunny and Bobby were sitting on the couch working on their schoolwork.
"Hi, Evie!" Sunny greeted me cheerfully. "I invited Bobby over for dinner and to help with our studies."
"Hey, Bobby." I gave him a quick kiss. "Anytime." I smiled, and he responded with an uncharacteristically sweet grin.
"We saved you some dinner." Sunny announced. "It's on the stove."
I prepared a plate and cleaned up while they finished their work. I wanted Bobby to go home, so I could share my experience with Sunny. She was the one person I could trust with anything.
I entered my bedroom, changed into a comfortable nightgown, and peeked around the corner to the living room. "Sunny, do you have a minute?"
She walked over to me and sat down next to me. "Sure." She got up, and Bobby playfully pinched her bottom as she giggled.
"You okay?" she questioned.
I grabbed her arm and led her into my bedroom, shutting the door behind us. The events unfolded rapidly: seeing Mike's car, following him to the theater, sitting with him, and the sadistic experience that followed. The continuous ordeal of handjobs and blowjobs left me drenched in cum. Mike led me to the men's bathroom, cleaned me up, all while speaking honestly and hungrily. By the end, I was sitting on my bed, exhausted.
"I've never done anything like that." I admitted through tears. "I've never done anything like that! I have a hard time believing it. I have never been the kind of girl who wants constant sex, but lately it's all I can think about. I've never felt this way about sex before. I only really had passionate sex with my first husband. After that, my marriage, Mike, my dad – it's all just...Meh. Now, I can't connect with any of my friends who've had multiple sexual partners. I want it all."
She sat next to me. "You're just making up for lost time." she theorized.
I frowned."How's that?"
"You told me how bad your sex life was. Your married men, my dad, Mike. You didn't have amazing sex before, or at least not since your first husband. Now that you're experiencing it, you're trying to make up for all the years you missed out on."
I shook my head. "It doesn't feel like that."
"What do you mean?"
"I have a high sex drive, but I've never been so reckless in my life. Something about being needed, about being desired this way, is intoxicating. Each person who wants me, I have to decide to give to them. That alone makes it feel like a gift. But you're right. I can't forget what just happened. It's such a taboo experience. I can't believe it didn't scare me."
Despite my frown, her words made sense. My sex life had been underwhelming; a suitable description for it. It didn't explain the theater, or maybe it did. Perhaps I just wanted to show Mike that I wasn't the same girl he once knew. I'd changed, and now he witnessed that change firsthand. Whether it was a good change or not, I undeniably became more promiscuous than ever.
"Are you crazy?" I inquired.
"By all means, yes!" she chuckled. "Crazy in the best way possible." She embraced me, squeezing me tightly and stealing a quick kiss. It wasn't a romantic or loving gesture; just humorous. I eagerly replied with a kiss, returning the joke.
"I'd be institutionalized without you," I confessed.
Our laughter faded, and we enjoyed each other's presence for a moment.
"Did it make you cum?" Sunny asked curiously.
I exhaled, still getting used to our newfound openness. "No. They didn't."
"Oh, Evie!" she chided. "They should've made you cum too! Such a disappointment," she replied with a grumble.
Laughing again, I pulled her in for another peck on the lips. "Shall we have a drink?"
We returned to the kitchen, me still bare in my nightgown, feeling liberated. I prepared frozen margaritas in the blender and dispensed three large glasses. We all settled on the couch with Bobby in the center and began watching a soft-core porn series filled with dragons, swords, and fantasy magic. Although the plot was confusing to me, the abundance of sex scenes, attractive actors, and actresses kept my eyes fixated.
The sex scenes on the television aroused me. Bobby's hand crept up my leg when I felt his fingers palm my thigh. I inched closer to allow him better access. I then glanced over and noticed he was being subtly provocative with Sunny as well. I leaned in to accommodate his hand under my nightgown and found my shaved pussy.
"Mmm, that's nice," I murmured near his ear. After being through so much, and still unable to reach an orgasm, I was utterly aroused. Having Bobby's hand between my thighs with Sunny by his other side drove me insane. I eagerly nestled closer, inching until his hand reached under my nightgown and discovered my pubic area.
"Mmm, that's nice," Bobby replied.
He snatched my hand and positioned it onto his rigid member. I was taken aback by the sight as I realized he had removed his trousers while I was distracted. However, I quickly regained focus and began stroking him. Meanwhile, Bobby brushed his lips against my neck and shoulders, kissing and licking. His fingers rubbed my nipples, which caused me to arch my back. I yanked down my nightgown, revealing my breasts, inviting his mouth to join his hands.
I then felt something soft and wet approach my hand. It was Sunny, lowering her head onto his manhood and taking him into her mouth. The juxtaposition between her adorability and her dedicated foreplay was enticing. She was savoring his member with her mouth eagerly, seemingly unbothered by his size. After a while, she trailed her lips to his face and whispered in a hushed tone:
"Bobby, Momma wants to cum." She flashed me a cheeky grin. "You know, she's been all teased and left horny. Let's help her cum. Let's make Momma cum together."
"How should we do it, sis?" he inquired in a playful tone. "What do you want us to do to our Momma?"
"The same as she did with me." Sunny beamed at me. "You're going to fuck her with your big dick, and I'm going to lick her tight little pussy."
"Oh god..." The sentence slipped out before I noticed.
Sunny proceeded to help Bobby undress. Once fully undressed, we assumed the position: I rested on Bobby's lap, my back facing him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me, holding my tits.
Sunny slid down to her knees and scooted between our spread legs. She wore a lovely smile, one that I mirrored in return. She continued by teasing me, running her thumb along my wet slit, causing it to spread the moisture I'd already secreted.
"So wet already," she breathed, her eyes sparkling. "But is it wet enough?" Aiming her tongue at my sensitive little clit, she moved it up and around the area, before sliding up to my entrance and parting my lips.
Bobby's length was growing more difficult to hide. I let him out, and as I wiggled against him, his uncontrollable erection was pressing between my thighs, resting right at my entrance.
"This is perfect," Sunny mused, taking Bobby's cock into her mouth for a moment before moving back to me. To and fro, she went, switching between us, while Bobby held me and played with my breasts. I was about to give in, letting the past control me.
"Sunny! Please!" I pleaded, ordering my stepdaughter to penetrate me with his cock.
"Oh, you think so?" Sunny coyly paused, then licked me harder, her tongue like the most tantalizing thing. Twisting me about and making me quiver like jelly, she slipped her head upward, her hands caressing my oversensitive clit. Her tongue rubbed me into a frenzy, leaving me desperate for release.
Bobby grasped me by the hips and raised me up. While his cock rested on the entrance to my pussy, I couldn't help but grin at seeing my sweet stepdaughter's tongue devouring my private parts. What kind of woman would I be if I allowed her to keep teasing without taking things further? I was the first to give in, grunting and snarling for her to put his cock inside me.
My fantasy became reality as she aimed Bobby's hard length at my entrance. He lowered me toward him, and I let out a primal moan. My body was swirling with ecstasy, unable to control all of my limbs as he slid into me over and over. My mere inability to control my reactions made this the most enjoyable fuck yet.
I came eventually, moaning louder than any cry I've ever made, forgetting all about any restraint or composure, even as Sunny sucked on my clit, massaging me into a whole different level of pleasure.
Eventually, the pleasure subsided to a pleasant tingle, and the ticklish sensation reminded me to ask her to stop. I looked down as she and Bobby traded positions. To see them touch, kiss, and feel each other, there was just something beautiful about it, like two dolls in love. Sunny rode him, her body grinding on his rod, making my head spin as I observed.
Unable to resist the urge, I licked along her slit, calling up lovely memories of our time spent together. The wild feelings overtook me, pushing me to the edge once again. I slowed down as I neared the winning moment, savoring the glow as she came nearby.
Bobby skillfully shifted me away, and he replaced me. I watched Sunny's expression as he pushed her up and back into me, sinking deeper inside me. His long, thick member caused my body to tremble uncontrollably. Giving in, I curled my breasts up to his warm chest.
What's great about Bobby is his size, and at that moment, I knew I'd just witnessed the best sex scene of my life. My view this time? Their bodies, her delicate frame and my super hot stepdad. This made me want to just stop and watch endlessly. Fortunately, I could also take part, feeling his enormous cock deep in my wet, needy pussy.
I didn't know how my face was reacting, but I could feel Bobby's hands, one cupping my breast and the other teasing my clit as I had done with her. Explosion after explosion, little bursts of euphoria washed through me. I put her into position so that their nether regions would satisfy our desires to the fullest. Truly, she loved getting fucked by her mom's man, her wicked smile supported this.
Sitting near him, I returned the favor, tonguing her sweet pussy until she felt an exquisite orgasm. She likewise supported me as I grazed gentle, thoughtful strokes along her sensitive clit. She was done after a brief attempt at self-control and had me taste her nectar before she joined me in sharing the taste of his cock.
And we finished with pleasure. With their cocks buried inside of us, we allowed each other to get him to his climax, finally dismounting as he filled us both with his seed in the middle of a volley of pleasurable aftershocks. Licking each other, we savored the taste of our combined juices before presenting him with his prize.
Sunny and I continued to fondle ourselves until we received every part of his creamy nutload. We exchanged kisses and ended with a simple, intimate moment of gazing into her eyes. I, for one, couldn't get enough! When we finally got up, our bodies were still humming with desire for more, fetching our clothes and shifting around the room.
As we faced each other, I considered shutting the blinds, but didn't, afraid to break the mood. My gaze was held by Bobby's, who shared in my desire for more. Then, I glanced at my stepdaughter, seeing her fall into my hands and conclude her role as his lover. Perfect timing to recreate the moment I fell in love with her dad!
We visited the theater where my dream took hold of me. I felt more and more of her handling my tits, then swallowed his cock. Our eagerness for more was only growing.
We shared passionate kisses, nibbles, and licks that ultimately led us to perform a 69 on the living room floor. It was a new experience for me, intense yet enjoyable. I was determined to please my partner and rival her passion as she strove to outdo me. We competed to turn each other on. It was such a thrilling game!
Bobby couldn't resist the action and moved behind me on the floor, lifted my hips from Sunny's mouth, and thrust into me once more. My gyrating motions offered immense satisfaction to Sunny. I experienced orgasms and let out loud screams, causing Sunny to cover my mouth to silence me.
We switched positions, and I was given the chance to appreciate Sunny being violently fucked by Bobby. I observed her pleasure as she licked me while I was still experiencing sensations from my previous orgasms. Our sexual escapade continued till midnight, keeping Bobby highly aroused yet denying him the climax. He was undoubtedly as keen as we were.
Eventually, Bobby stated that he could orgasm soon and needed to cum.
Sunny swiftly instructed, "Cum in Evie! Fill her up so I can lick you out!" Bobby placed me on my back, raised my legs, andventured into me. The intense action resulted in him thrusting with such vigor that I imagined being strapped on the bed could break the frame. We then witnessed Sunny beside us, grinning as she watched me pleasuresally get pounded by her son, also an ex-boyfriend's son. The unusualness and heat of the event overwhelmed me.
Bobby managed to make me climax a second time before achieving his own orgasm. Exhausted and spent, he withdrew his aroused self, kneeling beside me, gazing down at me with emotions I couldn't interpret. Longing. Confusion. Something intimate was present.
Sunny broke off from the passionate kiss, shifting her focus on pleasuring me with a tender and gentle kiss, as if she was embracing my pussy. Bobby joined me, and we coupled up with him in an equally sensuous manner. We exchanged silent, sweet kisses, mimicking the interaction between Bobby and Sunny. I couldn't articulate the delight in words.
After some time, Sunny lovingly caressed the fullness of my pussy before settling down besides Bobby. The room was slowly quietening, and we snuggled up on either side of him, completing a peaceful and erotic scene under the ceiling fan, cooling off our perspiring bodies. Briefly, I contemplated whether Mike, a family member, would disapprove if Bobby spent the night with us. However, my thoughts were driven by the desire for Bobby and Sunny in my bed till the following morning.
"Bobby, stay and sleep with us," I whispered enigmatically.
