It had been three weeks since Becky moved into Grandpa George's house, two weeks since she'd taken Andy's virginity while being cum-splattered by George's business colleagues. Becky and Andy had been fucking ever since George not overly happy as he'd fancied fucking Becky himself. Neither of them had mentioned the sixty-nine and George subsequently coming down Becky's throat before that, George because Becky had seemingly been asleep and dreaming of someone else, Becky because she didn't want to let on she'd been aware since she pretended to fall asleep on the sofa. She also knew Andy didn't know and wasn't sure how he'd react.
George wasn't her grandfather at all, it was just a nickname that had stuck due to him having silver-white hair. Becky had seen him walk past her bedroom door a couple of times wearing just a towel around his waist, not doing much to conceal his cock swinging underneath it, but now he knew the two younger adults were in a relationship he'd stopped.
Becky and Andy were lying in bed one morning, relaxing after a strenuous lengthy sex session. Andy was spooning her, and Becky could feel his thick cock nudging at the cheeks of her arse. Suddenly he raised himself a little and looked down at Becky's face.
"Answer honestly, did you enjoy all those men cumming all over your face and in your mouth?" Andy asked her.
Becky paused before answering. She wanted to lie, to not let him know that she'd not only enjoyed it, not just because she had a lot of cash to show for it too, but she'd masturbated over it and wanted it to happen again. She enjoyed sex with Andy, but like being caught in the gym changing room and having one man fuck her while numerous others coated her in cum, she knew that was the kind of sex she liked.
"Yes Andy, yes I did. A lot. But that doesn't mean I want to fuck them all now, or would have at the time, even though I know your dad fancies me too," she finally replied.
"Ok, I thought so," Andy said, looking pensive before continuing, "Is it weird that I liked it too?"
"You did?" Becky said, a little shocked, "A lot of men wouldn't have done so, but it's not weird. A lot of men like to watch their partners fuck others while they watch too."
"I'm not sure about that, I don't know if I liked it because I was fucking you," Andy said, "But there was just something about seeing you with so much cum on you that turned me on. I thought it might be strange for a man to like seeing other men doing that."
Becky could feel his now erect cock nudging slightly into her wet pussy. Even talking about it had made him erect. She pushed her hips back and groaned as his length pushed her lips apart and slid into her.
"Is that why you always come on my face, arse or tits?" Becky asked him.
Andy didn't answer, he just started fucking her with long deep thrusts. Despite only losing his virginity on that same night, Becky had soon taught him a few tricks which Andy had mastered quickly. Becky knew saying that had made him want to do so again. His hands went to her shoulders and pinned her face down on the bed, his thighs slapping against her big round arse as he fucked her hard. Becky managed to snake a hand underneath her and found her clit. She kept her fingers in place, Andy's thrusts moving her pussy and clit over them. Her orgasm flew through her and tipped Andy over the edge. He withdrew, grabbed her head and turned it to face him, and shot his load over her face. Despite cumming just ten minutes earlier he shot spurt after spurt over her.
He groaned and flopped over onto the bed beside Becky. Becky teased him by scooping up his semen with her fingers and slurping it down her mouth. Andy's cock stirred again, but Becky told him she needed to get ready for University. Reluctantly she got up and went to shower.
Getting back from university later she found the house empty. After wandering around for a while she saw George outside by the pool. She went out to him and asked where Andy was. George turned to speak to her, and Becky noticed he was wearing speedo swimming shorts, so tight she could almost see the veins on his cock. She quickly looked up as he raised a leg onto the lounger he was sitting on, showing off his bulge more.
"He's not here, he went out a while ago now, said something about scouting? No idea what he meant, he'd gone before I could quiz him," George told her.
"Oh okay, I just wondered if we were going out later, I don't know whether to get changed or not?" Becky replied.
"You're more than welcome to join me by the pool if you want?" George said, staring at Becky's heaving breasts.
"Maybe later," Becky told him.
Becky went back into the house to go to her bedroom. She couldn't work out if George was flirting with her, or just wanted a sly look at her tits and arse if she went out by the pool with him, but with her porcelain pale skin and red hair sunbathing wasn't a good idea. She went up to her room and started to undress. She threw off her t-shirt and pulled off her skirt. She stood looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She loved the contrast of her pale skin and the black bra and thong set she was wearing.
She looked through her bedroom window down over the pool area. George was lying on the lounger, facing away from the house. His legs outstretched, Becky found herself looking at the front of his tight shorts. She had no intention of fucking him but found herself imagining herself sneaking up behind him, crawling right up to him as he slept, then slowly without waking him pulling down the shorts to reveal his cock. She imagined sliding her mouth over it, feeling it getting erect in her mouth, then straddling and sliding his cock into her, enjoying the look of amazement as he awoke and saw her riding him.
She came back to her senses and realised she'd undone her bra and had her hand inside her thong, casually rubbing at her now wet pussy. She slid off the thong and stood naked staring down at George. She had an itch that needed scratching now and had no idea what time Andy would be back. She walked over to her toy drawer and selected a suction dildo about the same size as George's cock. Standing by the window again, she slid the dildo into her pussy as she stared at George's cock. She put one hand against the window, the other at a steady pace thrusting the dildo inside herself. She imagined again creeping up to George and riding his cock.
The suction part might stick to the window ledge. She tried it, it didn't stick completely still but should do the trick. She needed to stand on something to lower herself down onto the dildo and pulled over her ottoman. She turned and looked, George hadn't moved. She would need to turn her back on him though, so picked up her small mirror and held it in her hand. She stood on the ottoman, placed a hand between her legs and guided the dildo into her pussy, then used the mirror to see George down below her.
She rode the dildo while keeping watch on him, the coolness of the window was invigorating on the cheeks of her arse, but the dildo kept coming away and she need to keep sticking it down again, and she had to keep her legs bent or she'd slip right off the dildo. She desperately wanted to cum, but her legs were starting to ache.
She slid off the dildo and stuck it to the window instead. It stuck much better, and it took Becky a few seconds to slide it into the perfect position to slide onto. She pushed backwards, the dido sliding in effortlessly now. Using the mirror again, she could see George's cock but build up a better quicker pace now she was more upright. Riding the dildo harder, her arse was slapping against the window with each time she thrust backwards. She could feel her orgasm coming on, but didn't want him to hear and look around.
Wait. So what if he looked? Becky threw caution to the wind and threw the mirror onto her bed. She rode the dildo harder still, the sounds of the window against her skin sounded so loud now, she felt certain George could hear outside. Not wanting to break the rhythm to look back over her shoulder instead, she reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit in unison with riding the dildo. She came hard, squirting over the dildo and her window and her body shaking so much she pulled the dildo from the window with it still impaled in her, slumped down onto the floor and collapsed across her bed.
Relaxed now, she turned and looked at the window, It looked like it had been raining, streaks of her juices running down at various angles. She looked outside, George still hadn't moved. Keeping an eye on his cock again, she used her tongue to clear the window of her mess. Becky slumped back down onto the bed and started to doze off, a contented look on her face.
She didn't know how long it was, but she dreamt someone was lightly tracing their fingers across her arse and hip, then the fingers slid gently between her legs. Becky groaned and adjusted her legs. The fingers slid into her pussy. Suddenly she remembered masturbating with George outside and didn't remember getting dressed again. She groaned again as the fingers started sliding in and out of her, and realised she wasn't dreaming, it was happening. She quickly opened her eyes and turned to see Andy kneeling on the bed behind her, a huge grin on his face.
"Oh, it's you," Becky exclaimed.
"Well, who did you think it was going to be?" Andy asked.
"Nobody, I just thought I was dreaming," Becky told him.
"I've found a place we can try out tomorrow as you're not at uni. There's a shopping centre we can visit and nearby is a pub that serves meals, it's highly recommended, we could make a day of it" Andy continued.
