It was an incredible weekend... an astounding two days.
An ad in the paper at the Waffle House about a room for rent had peaked my interest, I don't know why. The woman on the phone (Claire Moore) had an incredibly sexy voice that compelled me to meet her. And there I was moving into a house with a lonely married woman whose husband was out of the country for months and her gorgeous, and seductive, eighteen year old daughter. That was on Thursday.
The Moore house was filled with more sexual tension than any other place I had ever been. Feeling the aura of those two females that first night was like I was a stag in rut and I couldn't sleep. On Friday morning I gave Stacy a ride to school...a ride that ended up in her giving me a blowjob. I thought her an inexperienced teenager but found It ended in a blowjob from one whom I young woman who turned out to be one of the most adept fellators I had ever encountered. She went away for the weekend with a friend (Selena), which started the adventure with her mother, a love fest that nearly wore out my sexual parts. A blow job in the car by Stacy, jacking off twice in the car with the panties she left with me and finally the weekend with Claire, what more could I expect? Three days into my three month stay in Denver and I couldn't believe my incredible good fortune.
Friday evening with Claire started downstairs with kissing and petting in the living room and ended up in her bedroom where we engaged in extensive foreplay. I ate her pussy for over half an hour and she sucked my cock, showing me that the Moore women's capacity for good fellatio was a family trait. We engaged in a marathon fuck that night that left us both exhausted...and went to sleep in cuddling spoon. Claire awoke me (or should I say aroused?) about three a.m. with her mouth on my hard cock... and suckled me to ejaculation. Further copulation had to wait until morning; we were both exhausted.
We spent a lot of time in bed on Saturday and Sunday. What was so unbelievable about the experience was how perfectly we meshed as a sexual couple. It was as if we had been with each other for years. Whether or not size matters, our parts fit like fingers in a fine kid glove. In between our love making we talked...and talked....and talked. I told her about my divorce, the many women I had been involved with, a frequent disappointment, since the divorce and the fact that I had never been with another woman who had satisfied me so completely, either in marriage or outside of it.
Claire told me about her life, how she had been a cheerleader in high school, was sexually curious and active with many boys, said that her fascination was with cocks and sucking them and tasting what spilled into her mouth (that explained her expertise in sucking). Ted Moore came along and swept her off her feet, as well as making her pregnant with Stacy. Ted resented marrying so soon under the cloud of a baby coming and their marriage hadn't turned out well. He finished college with Claire working full time while being a young mother and became a successful civil engineer. He made a lot of money, then, started gambling. His gambling put the family into financial jeopardy and Claire stopped having sex with him...for about two years. He took the job in Afghanistan, a high risk, high paying job with forced savings that had the potential to wipe out their debts. She would leave him when that came about.
She told me she had never had sex with another man since she married, said she had been hoping someone would come along and fill her need, and, was set aflame by the spark that was ignited when I first walked into the house. Then, she told about a woman friend (Selena's mother) who had brought her into the world of bisexuality and had introduced her to the joys of cunnilingus and a woman's touch...and tongue...and being fucked and fucking with a strap-on, experiences, she confided, she would continue to seek.
She knew that Stacy was like her when she was young; socializing with too many boys. There were always boys...and she was often with more than one. Claire suspected that Stacy had been bringing a boy, or boys, into the house while she was at work. And, she had been called by a male teacher—in strict confidence—that he thought Stacy had propositioned him. "I was amazed that he'd called," she said, "and that he didn't take her up on her suggestion. One of my teachers did." When I asked how she felt about him calling she said, "I'm terrible Lance, all I could think about was how his cock would feel in my mouth, and how his cum would taste. You must think I'm a slut."
I let her in on my fetish for digging dirty panties out of hampers and that I had actually jacked off a few times with Stacy's. That turned her on and she insisted that I go through her hamper and show me how I did it, lying on the bed and masturbating while I jerked in her panties. We both climaxed, after which she cajoled me into licking my semen out of the panties and kissing her. Kinky women have always been such a turn-on for me. Maybe I'm the slut.
She told me that Stacy would probably proposition me also and asked me to behave myself. I didn't tell her that she already had, asking her how she would feel if I ever did anything. She was quiet for a long time after I asked then said, "I seduced my uncle when I was sixteen and we kept the affair going for eight years... until he moved away."
I was standing in front of the living room fireplace, looking at the picture of Claire, her husband and Stacy when I saw in the mirror the reflection through the front window of Selena's black Escalade stopping in front of the house. I looked at my watch, it was 6:13.
Stacy got out of the car and waited for Selena to join her from the driver's side. They looked at each other and laughed, held hands and walked toward the house. When the door opened I turned and Stacy looked at me with a smirk. Selena smiled broadly. "Have a good weekend," I asked and they gave each other a knowing look, reached out and gave each other's hand a squeeze.