Hi, my name is Mike. By training I am an electrical engineer, but after 8 years working at NYPA, I came to the conclusion that it is much more worthwhile to work in home electric service -- my working hours are more flexible, and the income is at least twice as high. So, I became a freelancer, and I provided electrical services to private clients in their homes, such as installing lighting systems, repairing electrical system faults, and repairing or installing home air conditioners.
In most of the houses, I am received by the housewife and there is no one else at home. I am a tall man of 6'5'', broad-shouldered and strong, which impresses many housewives, many of whom try to seduce me in various ways, whether through generous gestures, direct insinuations or even cheeky attempts. Add to that the fact that I have a big dick, about 8 inches, and thick, and after they squirm around me, its size is clearly visible through my pants, and you can see why in almost every second house, I can get laid.
The temptation is immense, but I resist it with supreme heroism, and only rarely, and please don't tell my wife, do I give in to my desires and fuck the landlady. Still, I have been married for twenty years to a beautiful and sexy woman, and I love my wife.
My wife, Nicole, is a special education teacher and is nine years younger than me. When I met her, she was still in college. In fact, she was just starting out. I came with a team of electricians from NYPA to the college dorms to add a few phases to the electrical system. The female-students were milling around my team, but I was attracted to the tall, slender blonde who treated us all rather indifferently, like someone who wasn't really interested in sex. She had narrow, light blue eyes that stood out especially against her short hair, which, according to the fashion of the time, was styled in a mushroom cut. Her long, slender legs, her full, round butt, and her full, erect chest hadn't changed much since then.
Most days, when I get home, I'm as horny as a dog in breeding season. If my wife is home, I pounce on her and we start making out as soon as I enter the house. Our daughters are used to seeing us making out and are used to seeing our clothes scattered in the hallway leading to the parents' room.
*****
The heat wave, that swept through New York this summer, was one of the hottest in the last twenty years, so most of my calls were about air conditioner repair and installation. The heat had a direct effect on my level of lustful -- when it's hot and the air conditioner is broken, housewives tend to dress minimally. Most of them greet me in T-shirts without a bra and short shorts that leave half of their butts exposed. The boldests greeted me in a thin robe with nothing underneath, and one of them even stood in front of the running air conditioner and opened her transparent robe in front of my face to air out her private parts.
For the past few days, I've come home starved for sex. My wife always received me with a knowing smile and pulled me into the bedroom as soon as I walked in. But that day she went out with the girls for an afternoon out, and I arrived at an empty house. Or so I thought. I threw my clothes in the doorway, gathered up a few sheets of paper towels, and sat down on the couch to masturbate, when suddenly I heard a voice from the kitchen.
"If you're so loaded, why won't you use your daughter? She's in her bedroom." Shit, I forgot about my mother-in-law. Her husband had passed away a week and a half ago, and since our apartment was big, she moved in with us as soon as the mourning period was over.
I quickly covered my groin with those paper towels. It didn't really hide anything.
My relationship with my mother-in-law is great, but her offer to "use" my daughter infuriated me, so I replied defiantly, "Why wouldn't I use you?" I didn't really mean to, but she just made me angry.
"You could," Susan replied, "but I promised Nicole I'd make dinner."
"So you're offering me my daughter?" I was stunned. "Why would she want to satisfy her father?"
"Men," Susan blurted out, "you think you have a monopoly on hornyness. Let me tell you something, women can be just as horny as men, maybe even more."
"That doesn't mean..." I began, then asked, "Which of the girls is home? And why isn't she with her mother?"
"Monica," Susan replied. "She came back an hour ago and said she had to complete some work that would get her an exemption from one of her freshman year courses." My daughters, twins, were 18 and about to start college next year.
"She also told me," Susan continued, "that she was crazy horny and that if her dad was home, she would try to get him laid. So here you are."
This was too much. Is Monica fantasizing about me?
I stared at her, debating whether to go to my daughter's room, or use my mother-in-law, just to punish her for volunteering my daughter, and for using the verb "use." She just shrugged and said, "Don't be stupid, go use her." That insulting verb again.
I got up from the couch and walked hesitantly to Monica's room. I opened the door, walked in, and stood in the doorway--if my daughter expressed the slightest objection to my nakedness, I was going to run out and fuck my mother-in-law. Monica was sitting at her desk, one hand on the computer mouse, the other moving between her thighs, masturbating. She glanced back, saw me, and said, "Hi, Daddy." Not a word about my nakedness.
I walked over to her and placed a heavy hand on her head, my cock jutting out in front of her face. She didn't hesitate. She turned to my cock and buried half of it in her mouth, her full red lips closing tightly around it.
Holy shit, I thought, my daughter was giving me a blowjob.
She moved her laptop so she could continue reading while sucking. At that moment, I understood the profound meaning of the verb "use." I was using my daughter.
It turns out the young girl knew the job. She sucked my cock hard, her tongue caressing my frenulum. Then she pulled her head back, sucking the blood to the glans, and swirled her mouth around my shaft, sucking it into her mouth again. She managed to squeeze only about half of it into her mouth, and her tongue rubbed hard against the softer side of it.
I slid my hands inside her tank top and cupped her medium breasts. They were warm and viscous to touch. Her hazel hair fell down her back in long curls and her large doe-like eyes lifted up to me with an encouraging smile.
It was good, too good.
But I was horny and wanted more. I lifted her from the chair, and she, instinctively, leaned on the table, sticking her butt out, and continued reading the article. I pulled down her shorts and surveyed her body. Her skin was perfectly fair and smooth. Her round butt looked soft and inviting, and her lower labia were thick, ruddy, and smooth. I never had sexual thoughts about my daughters, but I watched them grow into young women and noticed the beautiful curves of their bodies.
I stroked the slit between her legs and found it warm, hot, and very wet. She was ready. I slowly inserted my dick into her. Her head rose quickly, and she exhaled forcefully and closed her eyes. She was not a virgin, that was perfectly clear, but I doubted she had ever had a cock as big as mine, so I slowly entered her, letting her adjust to my large shaft. When it was all inside her, she took a few quick breaths and returned to the article. I began to fuck her in long strokes, stuck my stick all the way inside her, then pulling it out slowly. She did try to read, but it was clear that she was having a hard time concentrating and she took deep breaths again, releasing them slowly, exactly at my pace.
Very slowly I increased my pace, and she also started to breathe faster. To my surprise, she suddenly seemed to be able to concentrate on the article, because she scrolled down a bit, and made notes.
"Oh, daddy," she whispered, "I was already sure that article would put me down, but your dick had me completely aroused."
"I'm not bothering you to concentrate?" I asked.
"Do you think so?" she asked. "If anything, you're improving my concentration." Go figure.
I fucked her hard, feeling the pressure of her tight cunt on my shaft. She was focused on the article, and yet she moved her loins in small movements up and down. Her left hand, was sent between her legs all the way to my balls and she placed her palm on it, letting the intercourse movements cause friction between the balls and her open palm.
Soon enough, I began to feel the familiar flow of fluids in my testicles. To my surprise, even though she was really focused on the article, her legs also began to tremble. I wanted to postpone my orgasm, so I leaned over her and glanced at the article she was reading.
"What's the article about?" I asked.
"The history of human rights in Africa." A completely unknown and obscure topic for me.
Suddenly, her head fell forward. She quickly closed the laptop with a bang, put her arms on it and her head on her arms. "Go on, daddy," she said, "fuck me hard. I'm really close."
I was very close too. I squeezed her juicy ass and stuck my cock inside her with strong strokes that shook her whole body. Soft moans escaped her mouth, and she whispered, "Yes, daddy, yes."
I felt my cum flowing rapidly through my pipeline from the balls towards the trembling cock. This was not good. On the one hand, I didn't want to cum inside her, and on the other hand, I didn't want to get out of her before she cummed. I shrank my cock hard, trying to delay the ejaculation.
Suddenly she moaned loudly, her whole body shaking, and a scream escaped her mouth, "Daddy... oh, daddy... daddy..."
As soon as I felt her vagina tighten, I pulled my rod out of her and shot my cum onto the back of her tank top. I rubbed my cock in the cleft between her butts and pressed them against it. She moaned again and whispered, "Oh, daddy, that was great."
Then a voice came from the corner of the room, "You know you could cum inside her, right?" Debbie said. "She's on the pill."
I turned around in surprise and saw Monica's twin lying on the far end of the bed. There was no point in asking what she had seen, she had surely seen enough.
"Really?" I asked stupidly.
"Mom once took us to the gynecologist and we've been on the pill ever since."
*****
I had to come clean to my wife that very night--I didn't want her to hear about it from her mother or our daughters. I waited the moment I was between her legs, with my cock deep inside her, and she is breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed, her white, smooth legs were spread to the sides in a widespread that always turned me on, and her loins were rising towards me with every thrust. Her full breasts rose and fell with every breath.
I stopped my movement inside her, squeezed one breast and kissed her hard. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "I have something to tell you," I whispered in her ear.
She smiled again. "What happened? You fucked a client of your?"
"Worse," I said, and told her that I fucked Monica. To my surprise, she reacted with equanimity.
"How did that happen?" she asked with interest.
"Your mother suggested it. She caught me masturbating."
Nicole burst out laughing and said, "Trust my mom to get her son-in-law and granddaughter fucked. How typical."
I was shocked!
"Wait," she said, "I want to understand. Does that mean you don't have the strength to tear me apart right now?"
"No way," I said. "Even if I fuck all day, the moment I see your sexy body, all the blood rushes to my brain."
"Then shut up and fuck me," she laughed. That night I got the fuck of my life from her. And even after I cummed, she pounced on my shaft and made it hard again. I lost count of how many times she cummed.
Apparently, the thought of me fucking our daughter turned her on completely.
*****
That night I slept like a baby. I woke up late and found that my wife was no longer home. We don't really walk around naked at home, but we're not particularly modest either. It happened a few times that my wife came into the kitchen wearing a short, thin nightgown with nothing underneath, and when she bent over the dishwasher, her vulva was exposed for the girls to see; it also happened more than once that I walked around the house wearing only underwear, and it was impossible to miss my big tool. Of course, we didn't hesitate to make out in front of the girls, and they knew exactly when Daddy was fucking Mommy.
I went down to the kitchen wearing short shorts and found my mother-in-law making pancakes. The thought of being able to fuck her if I wanted to, made my blood boil. She wasn't much older than me, I guess about 10 years. I examined her small body. She was barely 5'3", very thin, except for her full breasts and full ass, which made her look like a dollar sign...
My cock showed great interest in the little woman, and apparently the little woman showed interest in my cock, because she licked her lips in anticipation, but I still wasn't comfortable with the idea of fucking my mother-in-law and decided not to use her. Instead, I went up to Monica's room. She was still asleep, lying on her side in the fetal position. Her nightgown rode up to the middle of her ass, exposing her smooth, plump cunt. Her lips were tight, and the slit was barely visible between them. I approached her bed and stroked her ass, which was soft and warm from sleep. From her ass I moved to her beautiful pussy and inserted a finger between her lips.
I got up from her bed and took off my underwear. My rod jumped out of it, taut and hard. I lay down next to her and inserted it between her warm thighs. She moved her hips in gentle movements, rolling it between her thighs. I rubbed it with her thick labia, and she mumbled something in her sleep, reached between her legs, and stroked the head of my shaft. I continued for a few more minutes and then inserted the head of my cock between her lips, guiding it inside her slit from end to end, until I felt the fluids leaking from her vagina. Then I slowly inserted my boner inside her. She moved her loins from side to side to allow me to penetrate her deeper and deeper.
I thought she had woken up, but she must have still been asleep, because she tried to turn around in bed. I grabbed her warm butt and slowly fucked her in a spoon position. She mumbled something in her sleep again. This position made her narrow vagina even tighter, and the friction drove me insane. I wanted to rip her apart with strong movements, but I didn't want to wake her up, so I held back and went with the long movements -- penetrating all the way in and coming out almost all the way.
After a few minutes, during which my mind was almost lost and the irritation in my crotch parts was intensifying by the minute, she finally woke up. She peeked behind her back, saw me, and caressed my thighs. "Daddy," she whispered in a sleepy voice. She placed one leg over mine, and I began to fuck her hard, pounding my groin against her soft ass. The pressure on my balls was unbearable, and I could already feel the flow of sperm in my pipeline. I increased the pace even more, and the thuds were so loud that I instinctively glanced at the door to make sure I had closed it behind me.
To my relief, this time she was completely focused on fucking, and her hand went to her clit. It was a good idea, because I was already on the verge of orgasm. A few moments later I cummed inside her. I continued to fuck her some more until she cummed with a loud moan, "Daddy, daddy, oh my..."
*****
A few days later I came home to find my mother-in-law and my wife in the kitchen, busy making a roast beef. I went over to my wife and hugged her from behind, squeezing her full breasts.
"What's the occasion?" I asked.
"Nancy's coming over for dinner," my wife replied.
Nancy was my wife's younger sister. She and her husband lived two blocks from us. They had three children of their own, all under the age of 12.
"Just Nancy?" I asked. "Or the whole gang?"
"Just Nancy," my wife replied, "Steve's in England this week."
"And the kids?" I asked.
"A babysitter," Nicole replied curtly.
I continued to squeeze my wife's breasts, aware to the fact that after the roast will be in the oven we would have plenty of time for sex, only I couldn't wait. Then Susan remarked, as if in passing, "The girls aren't home."
I glanced sideways at her, understanding exactly why she said that. "Where are the girls?" I asked.
"They're having a college reunion," Nicole replied.
I squeezed Susan's ass, who shook it happily in response. But I wanted Nicole. I lifted the hem of the short dress she was wearing. She leaned forward on the kitchen island, and I pulled her panties down. Her soft white ass was exposed in all its glory. I squeezed it and spread her buns, caressing her asshole with my thumbs. In an instant my cock was buried inside her, as her mother, who must have been hoping she'd finally get to feel my thick cock inside her, continued to cook the roast with an offended look on her face. And as if to take revenge at us, she placed potatoes in front of Nicole's face and commanded, "Peel them!"
Nicole peeled the potatoes slowly, while I penetrated her with rapid movements. Her white ass trembled with every thrust, but she soon stopped being wet. I pulled my cock out of her and placed a heavy hand on Susan's head. Without a moment's hesitation, she got down on her knees and took my shaft in her mouth, wetting it as much as she could. I put my cock back into Nicole's cunt and continued fucking. Nicole also continued... peeling potatoes.
Every few minutes I had to stop and put Susan down on her knees again. She didn't complain and seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. I enjoyed it too, only Nicole seemed indifferent and continued the peeling work. I stuck my stick deep inside her and then I wrapped my arms around her body and squeezed her breasts. She rose from the island and peeled her shirt off. Her breasts, which were without a bra, were free. I held them and played with her nipples with my thumbs. She stopped peeling and began to moan. I continued to fuck her.
"I'm waiting for potatoes," Susan said impatiently. In response, I grabbed her head and lowered her back onto her lap, only this time I didn't pull my cock out.
"Lick her clit," I commanded. Susan seemed to be doing it quite happily, and I wondered if this was the first time they had touched each other, and if Susan had fantasized about sex with her daughter before. I quickly felt my orgasm approaching. Nicole continued to peel the potatoes indifferently, but remained wet throughout the act, until I cummed deep inside her, in a series of contractions that sent jets of warm cum into her, and intense shivers through my entire body.
I pulled Susan's head from Nicole's clit and put it back on my dick. She attacked it enthusiastically, making it harden again. And again, I stuck it in my wife's cunt, who was already finished with the potatoes. She remained bent over the island, shaking her hips to increase my friction in her warm cunt. This time we didn't need Susan's help. I fucked her for about 10 more minutes until I cummed again.
I pressed myself against Nicole's back and whispered, "Tonight I promise to repay you." She just smiled and didn't respond.
*****
Two hours later, after we had finished eating, I sat down on the edge of the sofa in the living room. I like to watch soccerball, so I switched to a channel that broadcasts reruns of games from the European leagues and watched Arsenal play against Manchester United. The women stayed in the kitchen and put away the dishes. A few minutes later, my wife joined me and sat down on the other end of the sofa.
"Where's the game from?" she asked.
"The Premier League," I replied. She crossed her legs and watched the game with me. There was giggling from the kitchen. A few minutes later, Nancy joined us. She walked over to us, swaying on her high heels, sat down in the middle of the sofa, between my wife and me, put her hand on my hip and said to my wife, "They've already destroyed California, and they're going to destroy New York too."
She was even taller than my wife, very thin, with a narrow build and a smaller chest. Her red hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, her eyes were a mix of green and blue and her lips were full and red. She was wearing a tight dress that buttoned up at the top and ended mid-thigh. Undoubtedly an attractive woman.
I had no idea what they were talking about, and I didn't care. "You know that's just nonsense," my wife said as Nancy's hand climbed up my thighs to my genitals. I exchanged glances with my wife who winked at me.
I stopped listening and focused on the game. Nancy's hand explored my genitals through my pants, while talking to my wife. Suddenly, she turned to me, opened my pants, took my dick out and continued to massage it while talking to my wife. I exchanged another glance with my wife who restrained a smile.
On the screen, Jesus took a surprise shot towards the Manchester United goal, causing me to lean forward quickly. The ball went over the bar and I blurted out, "Shit." It wasn't that I was a fan of either team, I just wanted to see goals.
Nancy continued to massage my cock with strong fingers, while talking to my wife. Finally, when my wife had given her a long speech, she turned away, leaned towards my crotch and put my cock into her warm mouth. For a few minutes she simply sucked it in silence, which she occasionally broke with a sentence directed at my wife, and then she got on her knees with her head above my erection and pulled the hem of her dress up over her hips. Her small butt was pinky and the skin on it was taut.
"Get me ready for him," she said to my wife, who had pulled her panties off her and was playing with her finger in the slit between her legs.
I continued to watch the game while my wife talked, and her sister occasionally lifted her head from my cock and replied.
Finally, she lifted her head from me, and while explaining something to my wife, lifted herself over me and sat on my erect cock.
The fact that my cock was hard and taut did not mean that I was horny. In fact, I was quite indifferent. She inserted my cock fully into her and let out a heavy sigh, then she leaned over the back of the couch over my left shoulder, so as not to hide the game from me, while her hips rose and fell over me. Her head rested on her arms that were folded on the back of the couch, and she continued to chat about my wife, while she vigorously fucked me. Every now and then she let out a soft sigh, stopped and moved her loins forward, backward and to the sides, then went back to jumping on my cock.
On the screen, Heaton, the Manchester goalkeeper, stopped a Jorginho curled shot and sent it swiftly towards Eriksen, who was racing towards the Arsenal goal. Nancy's breathing became heavier and heavier, and she found it difficult to speak. Her moans became frequent and her movements inconsistent. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nicole stroking Nancy's hand. Then Nancy groaned in a deep voice and her hips hit mine fast and hard, "Oh, my God," she moaned, "Oh dear, yes, yes, yes..."
But she probably not has cummed yet, because she continued to move obsessively above me, moaning non-stop. I had trouble concentrating on the game, but I wasn't really aroused. At that moment my mother-in-law appeared and said, "I've done the dishes. I'm going to bed."
"Good night, Mom," my wife replied.
"Squeeze my ass," Nancy cried, "Please Mike." Then she quickly added, "Good night, Mom."
I did as she asked. Her ass was very thin, and honestly there wasn't much to squish, but what there was, was soft. Her moans got louder, and she let out fragments of words that didn't connect into a sentence. Then, her whole body doubled over, her head hit my shoulder, and she cried, "My sweet Jesus, fuck..., fuck..., fuck..., yeah..." Then a heavy sigh, "Oooooh..." and she fell on me, completely exhausted.
My wife's palm moved to caress her sister's cheek. "Give me a moment to recover," Nancy whispered to me, "and then we'll continue." I could have given up, but I didn't respond. Instead, I watched Casemiro take a corner kick for Manchester, which again didn't end with a goal. Hell, there are no goals in this game.
A few minutes later, as promised, Nancy continued to fuck me. This time she unbuttoned her shirt and revealed her medium-sized breasts that ended in very long and very thick nipples. My wife's hand moved to her breasts, and she pinched her fleshy nipples. This time it took her less time to cum with her limbs shaking. She rested her head on my shoulder and rested, then got up from her seat, straightened her clothes, and leaned in to kiss her sister.
"I'm moving," she said, "It was really fun. Good night." And with that she walked towards the door. My wife and I exchanged glances. Suddenly, she stopped, turned to me and kissed me. "That was an amazing fuck," she said, "Thank you so much."
After she left, my wife and I burst out laughing. "You didn't cum," my wife pointed out.
" Of course not," I replied. "I saved all my junk for you. Did you forget I promised to make it up to you?"
*****
It was a Sunday afternoon. My wife and I were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking tea and talking about the most insignificant things in life; when Debbie, one of the twins, appeared. Monica and Debbie were twins, but they were not identical. In fact, they were so different that it was hard to see them as sisters at all. Monica was tall and skinny, while Debbie was at least 5 inches shorter than her. She was also quite thin, but not slim. Monica had long, hazel-colored curls, while Debbie had short, blond hair. Monica had light brown eyes, while Debbie had blue eyes. Monica had medium-sized, elongated breasts, while Debbie, as far as I could tell from the times she walked around the house in a tight tank top, had fuller, rounder breasts. They were also very different in character -- Monica was sociable with a penchant for the humanities, while Debbie had a scholarly nature with a penchant for science-oriented studies. Monica was a gifted athlete, while Debbie was a bookworm.
So, it was such a surprise when she announced, "I'm going out with friends."
"Great, honey," my wife encouraged her with a smile. "Have fun. When are you coming back?"
"At night," Debbie dismissed her, "not too late."
She went over to her mother, kissed her on the cheek, adjusted her glasses, then came over to me and kissed me on my lips, a mischievous smile on her lips. I followed her as she walked towards the front door. Even through the jeans she was wearing, you could tell how round and high her butt was.
Half an hour later, Monica entered the house accompanied by a tall, slim, black-haired girlfriend. "Mom, Dad," she said, "this is Zahira." Then she turned to her friend and said, "Zahira, meet the sexiest parents in the world."
Nicole burst out laughing while Zahira looked embarrassed. The two walked towards the living room and I followed them. The black-haired friend, Zahira, had a feline walk that indicated a flexible body. They settled on one of the couches and started gossiping.
A few minutes later, Nicole got up and made us another cup of tea, this time accompanied by Danish cookies. We continued chatting when suddenly something the girls said caught my attention.
"Your mother is very sexy," Zahira said.
"Isn't she?" Monica responded. "And you should see my father's huge cock."
This conversation would pass by my ear, but as soon as I heard the word "cock," all my senses sharpened.
"I could use a big cock in my mouth right now," Zahira giggled.
Monica also chuckled, "We can arrange that."
Suddenly I noticed that my wife was asking me something. I turned to her and asked, "What did you say? I wasn't concentrating."
"I asked if the pressure at work had eased a bit."
"It depends on what pressure you're talking about," I tried to be a smart aleck. "The workload is still high, but the sexual pressure has definitely eased. The housewives are back to dress up."
Nicole burst into laughter that died down when we both noticed the two young women sneaking up to the table. Nicole exchanged a look with me and raised an eyebrow. The girls slipped under the table and a moment later I felt the tablecloth lift towards my stomach, while invisible hands fiddled with my belt. Nicole glanced at me and stifled a smile. The unknown hands pulled my dick out and a warm tongue ran along it. In an instant, another tongue joined it. I kept a poker face and continued talking to my wife, who barely managed not to burst out laughing.
"That heat wave was terrible," Nicole said with apparent casualness.
"Yeah," I said. "So instead of fixing air conditioners, I'm now installing or upgrading them. It's always like that, after a heat wave people remember to install air conditioners."
At that moment a warm mouth enveloped my cock. I couldn't tell whose mouth it was, but it didn't really matter. Nicole gave me a questioning look and I made a gesture of my hand holding an imaginary pole and my mouth moving up and down on it. I still managed to keep my voice neutral, but the shivers running down my spine suggested that maybe that would change soon. I took a cookie and slowly munched on it, hoping it would take my mind off my groins.
"Say," Nicole said, "how about doing some volunteer work for my school?"
"What's it about?" I asked.
"We have some air conditioners that barely cool, and some that make a noise like a jackhammer. We've contacted the city, but until they respond..."
"Gladly," I replied. "I'm willing to donate the work, but if spare parts are needed, it's on the school."
"Of course," Nicole replied, taking a sip of her tea.
At that moment, the mouth on my cock changed. I knew it, because that mouth had connected to a deep throat, which managed to push my entire pole deep inside. I knew Monica didn't have a deep throat, so now it was Zahira, and at that moment her nose was pressed against my lower abdomen. Zahira sucked me hard for five minutes straight as Monica licked my balls. It was too massive, and I closed my eyes in pleasure.
"Who's sucking you off now?" Nicole whispered silently.
"The girlfriend," I replied silently too.
Without hesitation, my wife lifted the edge of the tablecloth and said, "Monica, if you're bored there, I'd love to get the same treatment as Dad."
In an instant, there was a head between my wife's thighs, who threw her head back and moaned with pleasure. Her legs were spread wide, and her full breasts rose and fell with every breath. Apparently, Monica knows how to give head, I thought, maybe she's been practicing with Zahira...
A few minutes later, I leaned over to Nicole and whispered, "I'm dying to cum. What do you say? Cum in the girlfriend's mouth?"
"How is she?" Nicole asked.
Instead of answering, I ran a finger down my throat from my jaw to my chest, which made Nicole burst out a silent laughter. Then the laughter died down suddenly, she shuddered, and a soft growl escaped her mouth. At that moment, the options were reduced to one, my cock contracting violently and shot long jets of warm white cum down Zahira's throat. Thankfully, she didn't flinch and swallowed it all. When she was done, she pulled her head off my cock and licked the residue. Nicole also cummed with her body folded towards the table.
"Okay," I announced, "I think I'll go to the bedroom to read a book."
I gave the girls a few moments to put my cock back in its place and then I stood up. I helped Nicole pick up the dishes to the kitchen, and we both hurried to the bedroom for another round of sex.
*****
It had been an exhausting day, full of calls for minor repairs. Professionally, that was easy, but a lot of calls meant a lot of traveling and a lot of desperate housewives. I could barely keep my pants up. I came home with the decision that I didn't care who was home, I was going to fuck my wife right at the front door.
But the entrance was empty, and the silence was unnatural, I took a can of beer from the fridge and sat down in the living room with a sigh. I called my wife who told me that she had gone out with the girls to choose dorms for next year, but they were already on their way back. I pulled out my dick and started to masturbate, but then my mother-in-law appeared, bleary-eyed from sleep, wearing my T-shirt. As a pensioner, she allowed herself to rest every afternoon and sometimes until late. She walked unsteadily to the kitchen and filled the kettle.
'To hell with that,' I thought, 'it's time she did her share of the master of the house's pleasure too.'
I got up from my seat, my cock out, and stood behind her, hugging her small body and squeezing her full breasts. "Mike," she stammered, "give me a minute. I haven't had my coffee yet."
I went to the refrigerator, took out the milk, and slammed it down on the marble. "There are cups in the cupboard upstairs, make yourself some coffee while we fuck," I said.
I threw her shirt off, lifted her up, and laid her face down on the marble. I bent down and pressed my head against her exposed cunt. I ran my tongue over her slit a few times and very quickly discovered that she was already wet. I straightened up, letting my pants fall to the floor. When she was on the floor, she barely reached my chest. To bring her cunt up to the level of my private parts, I had to lift her up, so that her legs fluttered in the air. She cried out in fear, "Mike, get me off. What are you doing?"
"Dear mother, I'm going to fuck you," I said. I held her in the air and lowered her onto my erect cock impaling her on it. She leaned with her palms on the counter and protested, "Get me off, I'm not comfortable like this."
With one hand I hugged her waist, while she was in the air, and with the other I squeezed her breast. The feeling of her heavy and soft, and yes, also slightly sagging, breast in my palm was mesmerizing. Like kneading plasticine. Her nipple hardened and lengthened, and I played with it with my thumb. Despite her protests, she didn't stop moaning.
"I think the water is boiling," I said, "You can make yourself some coffee."
"God," she said, "You're awful and terrible."
I fucked her with my hips, while she tried to pull a cup from the cupboard, and then a spoon, coffee and sugar. I let go of her full breast and held her waist with both hands. She was small and didn't weigh much, so I held her waist and lifted her up and down on my cock, as if she were a sex toy. She thought so too, because she said, "So you made me your toy?"
"And you don't want to be my toy?" I asked.
"It depends on what game we're playing," she replied smartly. I leaned over her and kissed her neck.
"Wise woman," I said, noticing that she was having trouble leaning on the counter with one hand and making herself coffee with the other. "You want to be my doll, right?"
"You seem like the type to take off the arms and legs of his dolls." Smarty...
"I pamper my dolls," I said. I hugged her back with one hand, fucking her with a movement of my hips, and with the other I made her coffee. She leaned with both forearms on the counter, her legs dangling in the air and moaned with pleasure. I put my hands back on her waist and bounced her on my shaft. With great difficulty she lifted one hand from the counter to grab the coffee and take a sip.
"You're lucky I love you," she said.
"I love you too, Mom," I replied.
"Really? I've been in this house for over a month, and I still haven't received any love from you."
I lifted her up and thrust into her with powerful movements that made her juicy ass tremble in waves. "It's only because I love your daughter more," I said.
"Yes," she replied sarcastically, "and my granddaughters too."
She lifted up again to take a sip of her coffee, and I moved my hands to her soft thighs. I pressed them together. In this position, the friction between her cunt and my cock intensified. She dropped her head on her arms and moaned loudly. "Sweet Jesus," she said, "I've never been fucked like this."
"Who loves you more than me?" I asked rhetorically.
Her moans turned into broken screams. "Fuck... fuck... fuck... Sweet Jesus..."
A few minutes later she cummed. I gave her a moment to recover and said, "Take your coffee, we're continuing in the living room."
"Hallelujah..." she cheered happily.
I lifted her little body, with my rod still stuck inside her and her thighs pressed together, got rid of my pants and took her to the living room. She screamed in fear, "Mike, get me off, I know how to walk."
"Sorry, Mom, my cock feels better in its place." I said.
I laid her on one of the couches, with her legs folded under her. I still had to lift her up in the air, and she couldn't drink her coffee like that, so I knelt on the rug. The front door opened, and Monica entered the living room. She sat down on an armchair and watched me crush her grandmother's ass with both of my palms and fucking her. On the couch, Susan felt more stable and allowed herself to move, to give me more pleasure. Suddenly, she did something that sent a strong shiver down my entire shaft -- she did a half-roll from one side to the other. It felt like someone was twisting a wet cunt around my cock. A faint wow came from Monica. I picked up the pace, and that, along with her movements, caused my orgasm to climb rapidly. Her orgasm must have been approaching quickly too, and she let out short screams, "Yes... yes... Mike... Jesus... more... more..."
I guess to Monica we looked like a pair of wrestlers romping around on the couch. I squirmed over my mother-in-law's small body and imagined that Monica probably couldn't see the little one beneath me. She lay motionless under my weight, just screaming nonstop. Then she let out a particularly long scream, "Mikeee..." At that moment I cummed too.
"Wow, Grandma," Monica said, "what a spectacular orgasm."
Susan continued to lie on the couch exhausted until I got up from her, and then she reached over to the small living room table and picked up her coffee.
*****
About a week later, I was lying naked on my bed reading a book when I suddenly felt a strange presence in the doorway. It was Zahira, Monica's brownish friend. I wondered what she thought that the fact she had swallowed my cum gave her the right to peek into my bedroom?
"Mr. Scott," she asked apprehensively, "would you be willing to fuck me?"
"Sorry, honey," I replied, "I'm completely drained."
That was the absolute truth. That day, and in fact throughout that week, I had fucked one of my clients, a tall Japanese woman with perfect skin and perky breasts. Earlier in the week, she had greeted me at her door wearing a designer dress that flattered her beautiful body and high breasts. She had reached out to shake my hand. Her strong fingers gripped my palm, and my cock was quivering in my pants. She wasn't the first woman to seduce me that day, and I was already horny from the beginning. Her gaze wandered to my pants, a look of wonder crossed her face, and she quickly placed her hand over her heart, while my hand still held in hers. The surprising movement and the soft breast did their job, and before she could even explain why she had called me, we were hooked up together on the couch.
They say, Japanese geishas have techniques that Western women don't know. She proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt. She did to me things that no woman had ever done. We intercoursed before I started working, and we fucked again after I finished installing a lighting system in her living room. The next few days, when I finished work, instead of going home to fuck my wife, I came to her, and she willingly accepted me for a few rounds of sex.
I was totally drained.
Zahira examined my penis that was resting wearily between my legs and said, "I don't think I'll have any trouble getting it hard."
I made an open-palm gesture toward my dick as if to say, 'Be my guest' and went back to reading. She quickly took off her T-shirt and her rather large breasts bounced happily. I missed a beat. I had no doubt that on another occasion she could have been a great fuck. She took off her pants and positioned herself on her stomach between my legs. She took my cock, put the tip of it into her mouth and sucked it in as if it were macaroni. I concentrated on reading and let her abuse my cock, which quickly became hard.
She stood up, spread her legs on either side of me, and sat on my cock, her breasts moving from side to side in front of my face. I wasn't horny, and I didn't have any trouble reading. To my surprise, her pussy wasn't tight, and there was no doubt that this girl had a wealth of experience in sexual relations. She jumped on my cock a few times and then twisted her hips over me. I don't know if she expected me to cooperate, maybe throw her on the bed and tear her apart, but none of that happened. I continued reading leisurely.
It turns out that my book, which was lying on my stomach, was bothering her and she performed a rotation of her body, with my cock as pivot, and positioned herself with her back to me. I've never seen a woman doing that with a cock inside. She leaned forward, leaning on my thighs, and ground her clit against my cock. Her breathing became heavier by the minute. She moved on my cock again, as if searching for some spot inside her, then let out a soft scream and went back to jumping on my cock. A few minutes later she cummed, shaking all over.
At that very moment Monica appeared in the doorway. "You brat!" she said to her friend, "Fucking my dad at my home and not even calling me! If you've cummed, then get up, now it's my turn."
She also sat on my prick with her back to me, while Zahira bent over on her knees on the floor and licked her clit. Monica's cunt was much tighter, and her movements sent shivers down my shaft.
For the next half hour, they took turns on me. Every time one of them cummed she got up and made way for her friend. I continued to read indifferently, despite the pleasant shivers that went through my private parts. I really didn't have any more junk to give them. When they decided they had exhausted all the possibilities of my cock, they stood up. Monica leaned towards me with shaking breasts and kissed my cheek, while Zahira stood at the edge of the bed hesitating. I motioned for her to come closer, and she leaned towards me and kissed my mouth. I grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it. It certainly felt tempting. Well, maybe another time.
*****
It was about a week before summer vacation ended. As was my habit before bed, I was lying naked on the bed, reading a book. Earlier that evening, I had taken free use of my wife and my mother-in-law, who had learned her lesson from last time and had set up a high bar stool next to her, and every time I was about to penetrate her, she would sit on her knees on the stool. A great solution to the height difference. It was completely free use, as the two of them chopped salad and talked while they fucked. They made it a kind of game -- when I fucked my wife, it was my mother-in-law who chopped the salad; when I went from my wife to my mother-in-law, she jumped up on the high chair and passed the work surface, with the vegetables and knife, to my wife; and when I went back to my wife, the work surface, vegetables and knife were passed back to my mother-in-law. Apparently, they enjoyed their little game, because they couldn't stop giggling.
I was calm and focused on reading, until I heard Debbie's voice, "Dad."
"What's going on?" I shouted back. I really didn't feel like getting up.
"Do you remember the material in mechanics? Forces balance?"
"Yes."
"Then I need help."
I got up from my seat with a sigh and went to her room. She was lying on her stomach, dressed in her tank top and shorts that showed off her round butt, with a mechanic's problems book and a writing tablet in front of her. I surveyed my daughter's fresh body and asked myself how it was that I hadn't fucked her until now.
I sat down next to her, and she showed me the exercise she was having difficulty with. I read it, while my hand caressed her soft butt. It wasn't a difficult exercise; the idea was to balance the projection on the X-axis separately from the projection on the Y-axis. I explained to her, and she sighed, "Ugh, I hate angles."
She tried to solve the exercise again, and I followed her attempt, stroking her magnificent butt. My cock, satisfied or not, began to show signs of life. I inserted a hand under her shorts and squeezed her soft butt. The round bun filled my entire palm and felt much better than stroking a breast. From time to time, I ran a finger over her slit, which quickly became wet. She was not bothered by my actions and continued with the solution. The need to use angles confused her and I intervened, "Why don't you try the Pythagorean theorem?" I asked.
She scanned the data in front of her and said, "Daddy, you're a genius."
My cock was already screaming for help, so I pulled down her pants and positioned myself behind her. I pushed a finger between her thighs and up to her slit and stroked it, then leaned over and pressed the tip of my cock into the slit. She casually lifted her hips off the bed to give me easier access, and I slowly entered her. As expected, she took a deep breath and her head fell forward. She probably hadn't had a cock as big as mine before either. She moved her hips to the sides to help me penetrate her, and her head remained bowed until my pole was fully inside her. Only then did she lift her head, take another deep breath, wipe her glasses, and continue with the exercise.
I glanced over her shoulder and commented, "That's minus, not plus."
"Where?" she responded, "Oh, right. Lucky you're here." She corrected and moved on until she had the wanted equation. I fucked her slowly, letting her adjust to my big rod and she continued to rock her hips without stopping to write.
"Wait," she said, "I'm missing an equation." Then, "Oops, the Y-axis."
"Exactly, honey."
"Who would have thought that your dick would help me concentrate," she said. It turns out that at least in one thing the two sisters weren't so different.
She finished the exercise and said, "Okay, another exercise, but this time you don't say a word."
"As you can see, I'm very busy right now," I said.
"Exactly," she said. "Focus on that."
Her soft thighs were pressed together, which ensured friction with her thighs even outside her vagina. I fucked her while increasing the pace a little, then inserted both of my palms under her body to reach her breasts. As before, she lifted her body a little to allow me easy access. Her breasts were definitely fuller than her sister's, wider, and yet harder. I leaned my body against hers, squeezing her breasts and fucking her passionately. If I hadn't come a few hours earlier with her mother and grandmother a few times, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold off inside her for so long.
She finished the exercise and let me review the solution. I went through it quickly without slowing down the pace of penetration. "Great," I said.
"Wait a minute, Daddy, don't cum yet." She requested. "There's an exercise here that's marked as difficult. I want to solve it, and I need you inside me for it." The axiom of the Scott girls.
"No problem," I said. She rose a little again and pulled her tank top off her. "So you can enjoy my breasts more," she said. "And to play with my nipples too."
I caressed her breasts and continued to move in and out of her, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, enjoying intense shivers with each penetration; while she drew a diagram of the forces and set up the equations. For me, it wasn't difficult exercise, but I could understand why it was marked as such. There were a few obstacles, but she easily got through them.
I pinched her nipples hard, waiting for the moment when I would be allowed to shoot my cum inside her. With her soft body, her insane curves, and her smooth, sweet skin, it wasn't easy.
Finally it came.
"I'm done," my professor cheered, adjusting her glasses. "Okay, now you can feel free to cum."
And that's what I did. I sat up, squeezed her ass, and increased the pace, while she looked for another exercise to solve. I quickly cummed inside my daughter with a sigh of relief. I lay on her back and kissed her neck. She reached back and stroked my head.
"Daddy, you're so sweet," she said.
"Feel free to call me whenever you have a problem," I chuckled at her.
I got up from her and saw my cum leaking out of her onto the sheet. She didn't seem bothered at all. She had already found another exercise to solve.
*****
A few days before the semester started, I drove the twins to college. Debbie settled into the back seat and read a book, while Monica sat next to me and massaged my cock through my pants as we drove. When we got out of town, she started to get bored of stroking my pants; so she pulled my cock out and continued to stroke it. I was hoping a cop wouldn't stop us, and I was already planning how to shove my cock back into my pants before he noticed.
Suddenly Debbie's voice came from behind, "Dad, you'll have to visit us before exams. I'm sure I'll need some help while I study for the test."
"Help with what?" I asked. "You don't know if I know the material yet."
"Help with concentration," the little one replied. "You know I concentrate better when you're inside me."
"Yeah," Monica joined in, "I'll need the same help too."
I laughed quietly and blurted out, "Little sluts."
"Like our parents," Monica replied. Debbie was back to her book.
By the time we got to the college, my cock was already in Monica's mouth, and she made me cum and swallowed it all.
I dropped them off at the dorms entrance and headed back into town for my calls. The last call of the day was canceled, and I drove home. 'Lucky my mother-in-law is always home,' I thought, 'If Nicole isn't around, I'm going to use her as much as I need until I calm down.'
But as soon as I got home, I realized that all my plans had been ruined. Nicole was sitting at the kitchen table with a chubby, young Afro-American woman with straight long hair. Both were engrossed in the papers that were spread out on the table. I stood in the doorway and blurted out a soft "shit."
But Nicole heard me and motioned for me to come closer. I stood behind them and Nicole turned to me and without a second thought pulled my dick out of my pants, without even bothering to introduce her friend. On the table were scattered psychological diagnoses and status reports for several children, and in front of the black woman was a page written in a rounded handwriting that looked like an individual curriculum. Special education.
Nicole pointed to a line on the written page and said, "I don't think Jeff will have enough for a month of social skills work. Read his psychological report. You need at least two months."
With that, she turned to me and put my cock into her mouth. The black woman didn't seem embarrassed at all. She made the necessary corrections to the curriculum and then casually reached out and stroked my balls. "On the other hand," Nicole added, "I don't think you should postpone learning to read too much. Maybe you should combine the two subjects. Do you have another child with social difficulties?"
The other one left my balls and rummaged through the pages on the table. She pulled out another psychological report and placed it in front of Nicole, who lifted her head from my cock and scanned the report. Without flinching or showing any sign of embarrassment, the black woman took her place and inserted my cock straight into her mouth. I took advantage of the opportunity and pushed a hand into the collar of her shirt. Her breasts were full and soft and her nipples hard and fleshy.
"This could work," Nicole said. "Integrate their plans."
Nicole turned back to my cock, which had become free when her friend returned to her papers and buried it deep inside her mouth. For the next few minutes, they sucked my cock off and on, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and I wondered if they had done this before, perhaps with the black woman's husband, although her fingers were clean of rings.
But I needed more, and I was already starting to drop my pants. Nicole caught me up immediately, and as soon as the black woman released my cock, she stood up, took off her panties and leaned on the table. I entered her at once, making her swallow air quickly. Her friend sent a quick glance at our loins and returned to her papers indifferently.
They continued to design Jeff's curriculum, while I fucked Nicole, and her friend occasionally stroked my balls. I assumed the black woman was a young teacher who needed my experienced wife's guidance. She focused on the program in front of her and then said, "Okay, I think we're done with Jeff."
She stood up, took off her panties, and leaned on the table. "Can I have some too?" she asked.
"Sure, honey," Nicole replied, pushing me back.
I stood behind the black teacher and squeezed her wide, soft ass. As you sometimes see with Afro-American, she had smooth, flawless, and shiny skin that reflected the light from the lamp above. I found her hole and stuck my stick in all at once. It was very, but very, tight, and she gasped in surprise. Her head fell forward, and she muttered, "Holy shit, oh my god, I'm dead."
I didn't feel sorry for her. I fucked her hard, thrusting myself into her all at once and then pulling out slowly. Her plump ass did an intricate wave dance with each penetration. After the initial shock from my cock wore off, she went back to rummaging through her papers and pulled out another problematic student's status report. Kenny Blinken.
Both women concentrated on the reports, while I continued to impale the black woman nonstop. After a few minutes, I began to feel my orgasm approaching, so I decided that it was enough for her and moved back to my wife, who was shaking her ass with glee. Coming out of the black woman's warm cunt and into the cool air of the room suppressed my orgasm.
I fucked my wife, and again, when I felt like I was about to cum, I pulled myself out of her and returned to her friend. The two of them continued working on Kenny's curriculum, when occasionally the on-duty fucker let out a long moan.
But every game has an end, and that end was inside the red cunt of the black teacher. My long game, which had already brought me to the brink of orgasm several times, made that end very strong. My cock contracted hard and showed no sign to release. When it finally did come free, it was only to contract hard again. My long, shaking orgasm must have caused special pleasure to the young woman who leaned her head against the table and let out a throaty "Yesss..."
Even though she cummed, the moment I pulled myself out of her, she ignored the fluids that were leaking from her and knelt down to take my cock into her mouth. She sucked me hard, with Nicole joining her and they both sucked different territories along my long cock that quickly became hard again.
It was Nicole's turn, so I pulled her off the floor and bent her over the table. They got back to work. Thinking it was the black's turn, I pulled my cock out of Nicole and was about to insert it into the other teacher's pussy when she said, "Mr. Scott, can I ask you to penetrate my asshole?"
I glanced quickly at Nicole, who stifled a smile and shrugged. I collected some of my cum, that was still leaking from her pussy, and applied it to her asshole, then inserted my shaft into her wet pussy to moisten it. At the same time, I pushed a finger into the black teacher's asshole. After a few minutes of play, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and placed it in front of her asshole. Her head dropped toward the table, and it was clear that she was hardening herself for my huge cock in her less-used hole.
I pressed the head of my cock into the hole and pushed. It really wasn't easy. I patted her ass a few times and she reached back and spread her plump buns for me. I pushed again and this time I managed to insert the head of my cock inside her. Well, once the head was in, the hard part is behind us. I slowly inserted more and more of my cock inside her. I kept pushing until it was all deep inside her warm ass. Nicole got up and clung to me from the side, kissing me wildly. I fucked her friend's ass and caressed my wife's beautiful breasts.
After the initial trauma passed, they went back to work with my rod in the black woman's ass and my hand caressing my wife's ass. Every now and then the black one would inhale a deep breath and let it out with a long hiss. I found my wife's asshole and tried to insert a finger. Nicole looked at me questioningly. I had fucked my wife's ass in the past, but my big cock hurt her, so we didn't do it anymore. I also fucked a client in the ass, but that was a one-time event too. So, I don't have much experience with anal.
I don't know what experience my wife's friend had, but she took my cock bravely and seemed to really enjoy it. Her subdued moans occasionally turned into words in multiples of three, "shit, shit, shit," or "fuck, fuck, fuck," "yeah, yeah, yeah."
My wife got up again and clung to me. "Don't say you miss my ass," she said.
"Don't worry," I replied. "I know it's hard for you, so I'll settle for your girlfriend's sexy ass."
She went back to the table, and they went back to work, or rather Nicole worked seriously, and her friend tried to help between moan and scream. She rocked her soft ass that massaged my cock from the balls up, it felt like I was pushing my cock into the crack of an active earthquake. Finally, Nicole broke and straightened up and said, "If she gets it in the ass, then I want it in the ass too."
I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," she replied and hurried to the kitchen. She came back with a spray of frying oil and placed it in my hand. I sprayed a little on her asshole and massaged it, then pulled myself out of her friend's ass and positioned myself in front of my wife's delicate asshole.
Despite her inexperience, it turns out that cooking oil lubricates the hole better than cum, and I managed to get the head of my cock inside her pretty ass quickly. She lay down on the table and moaned loudly. I entered her as slowly and gently as I could. But she was in a slutty mood and called out to me, "If you're already in my ass, then rip it off for me."
Her friend got down on her knees and got under Nicole's body, licking her clit. Nicole let out loud, incomprehensible sounds, and interrupted animal moans. I fucked my wife's ass until she cummed. I couldn't take it anymore either and filled my wife's ass with jets of hot cum. Her young friend took care of herself. She watched us while masturbating vigorously and cummed soon later.