In an earlier story, "Good Sex Goes Bad Then Great", a male teacher divorces his cheating wife and takes a room in a private home and ends up having sex with the woman that owns the house as well as her two daughters. This story is an overlapping one told from the viewpoint of the younger of the two daughters.
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I'm nineteen now, about to graduate high school, but most of my life I was a skinny tom boy devoting almost all my time and energy to sports. I'm still active in sports, probably always will be, but sex has taken over as my main focus of the moment. I've never been sorry I like sports. I'll be going to college on a full-ride scholarship for soccer. I was on the state under-17 girls soccer team, sort of pissed at the time that I didn't make the national team. And I've run track since I was in middle school. I have an unusually beautiful mother and older sister so there was a time when I wondered if I would ever get a female figure and be like other girls. I finally did get breasts and hips, did finally discover why other girls were so guy crazy. Now I am, too, I guess.
I mentioned my mother. She's perfect as far as I'm concerned. I'd love to be just like her. Oh, I argue with her and don't always like what she wants me to do but know she's right. My father died when I was three and my sister, almost four years older, was almost seven. My Mom's raised us on her own ever since. She works full time in a decent job in a government office down town. And for money, she's rented out a room in our house for years. In fact, that rented room is sort of important in my story.
As I said, my Mom's beautiful. Slim, dark hair and a contrasting pale complexion. Everything she wears looks good on her. An old guy at a party one time said my Mom looked like Delores Del Rio, another said Rita Hayworth. I don't know about either of those women from long ago but guys always pay attention to her. My sister, Racquel, is almost 23 now and is like my Mom in looks except a little more so. Bigger breasts, more curves all over. She was Prom Queen in school. Well, this year, so am I, so I guess I inherited some of the same genes.
Anyway, when I was around 14 or so and Racquel was 18 and Prom Queen, she told me about having sex with her boy friend. We share a bedroom. Still do. She seemed to think that having sex with a guy was the greatest thing in the world. I thought it all sounded pretty icky. Over the next few years, I heard over and over about her sexual experiences and how great it was. She was on the pill and had been all along. She suggested to Mom that I should be, too. Eventually, my Mom talked to me about it, letting me know that she wasn't suggesting this because she wanted me to become sexually active, that I shouldn't, but I was an age when it seemed intelligent to be ready. So, I ended up on the pill, too. I'll admit it did make having periods a little easier, more consistent.
Our bedroom and the rented room shared a bath. There were doors from each room into the bath. The person renting the room was always male. They tended to stay several months or so, working on some particular job or something before moving on. At this time, the renter was a guy named Charlie. He was o.k. We all usually had breakfast together so we got to know him. He wasn't real old, probably 30 or 35. In good shape, he worked outdoors at something.
Anyway, Racquel came into our room from the bathroom, after I was in bed, all excited and sort of blushing or something. I could hardly believe what she told me. For some reason she wanted to ask Charlie something, so she opened the door from the bathroom into his room and stepped into his room. He was laying on the bed completely naked, playing with his erect cock. She claims she was so surprised she just stood there and stared. He smiled at her and asked her to come on in. She just stood there. So he asked her if she had ever seen one of these before, meaning his cock and did she like the looks of his. Even though she was far from being a virgin by then, she said she didn't know exactly what to do but really sort of liked seeing him and seeing his cock. She said it really was good looking. Anyway, it took a little while but she ended up naked, too. He told her how beautiful she was and had oral sex with her. I wasn't sure what she was talking about so she said he used his tongue and mouth and fingers on her pussy until she had an orgasm. Then he fucked her.
This was all very wild to me. Hard to believe that my sister just minutes ago had sex with Charlie. The other thing was, I loved hearing about it. My pussy got all wet and felt funny just thinking about it. I was sixteen or so and had, by then, started thinking about sex more and deciding maybe it wasn't so icky. I had played with myself often, had orgasms. Over the next couple years, my sister had sex a lot with whoever was renting the room, first Charlie and then a couple other guys. Because I asked how it felt, she ended up letting me use a big fake man's penis that she had. I was eighteen and figured I wanted to find out, so when I was alone, I tried it a couple times. Weird. And not easy to do. I never got it in very far. It didn't seem to fit, was uncomfortable. I mentioned that to Racquel and she said I just had to push it in a lot harder, I was running into something that virgins had and I had to break through it.
Well, once when I was alone and knew she wouldn't be home for awhile, I finally shoved that thing all the way up into me. It hurt. A lot. But it fit. It went in. Then I started feeling good about it, got sort of worked up some. After a while, I could cause orgasms with it.
Then Racquel told me something else. I was going on about Mom and probably over did it, so to get even or else just because she couldn't keep quiet, Racquel told me that Mom had sex with all the renters, Always had. Having sex with her was part of the rent they paid. I wouldn't believe her. Not my Mom. So Racquel asked me where I thought Mom was Thursday night every week that she always spent out. Usually all night. She was having sex with someone. My Dad was dead and she still had feelings and needs so she did what she wanted.
I still didn't believe her. As I thought about it, though, it did make some sense. I mean, she's beautiful. I'm even learning how good sex can be, mostly from my sister but partly from my rubber friend. So I asked my Mom about marriage and why she never got married again. She told me she had loved my father and no one else could take his place. She said that men were great to have when you needed them but actually living with them full time was difficult unless you loved them so much you could put up with them. There was one guy she'd think about but he was already married.
Anyway, I talked with Racquel about this and we decided that man must be Mr. Gonsalves. For an older guy he was pretty much a hunk. And at parties, he and Mom would often spend time together. His son, Efrain, is in my class at school. He's a hunk, too. Plus, Mrs. Gonsalves had for years had some degenerative disease that put her in a wheelchair. Maybe she couldn't have sex with him.
By now, I was eighteen and out of my junior year, ready to start my senior year. The current renter, Max, was a lot like Charlie, not too old and in very good physical shape. Racquel told me how good he was. She had better orgasms with him than with Brian, her boy friend at college. When I knew she was with him, I'd go in the bathroom and crack the door open a little and watch. I've never seen a porno movie but I'm sure they couldn't have much more than what I saw Racquel and Max doing. She even had his cock in her mouth, sucking on it. I knew what fucking was, just from what people said, but I was surprised the way she would suck his cock and he would lick her pussy. Sometimes for a long time. I would really get all wet down there and come close to having an orgasm just watching them.
Then Racquel told me she knew I was watching them, And that was o.k, she didn't mind at all. But why didn't I just come in and watch up close. Or, why didn't I have sex with Max, too. He was awfully good at it and I would love it. So, two nights later, when I was watching, Racquel was sitting on him sort of bouncing up and down, and she turned and said, "C'mon in Tonya." And I did. I didn't know what to do exactly. She kept bouncing on him and I moved around the bed until I could see what she was doing exactly. I realized then that she was fucking him. His cock was in her. I could see most of it showing up as she moved up, then it disappeared into her as she dropped. As much as I had thought about sex and talked about it, this was the first time I could truly see, up real close, a cock going into a vagina. My sisters.
"Hi, Tonya," Max said, smiling at me as he lay on his back and watched my sister moving on him.
"Take off your clothes," Racquel said.
"Yeah, we're both naked so you should be, too," Max added, looking at me.
I was over eighteen, I had been hearing how great sex was for years. I was now watching two people fuck. I was getting wet down there, I could feel it. I was actually getting twinges down there, like I'd never had before. All I had on was a shorty nightgown and a pair of panties. So I lifted the nightgown up and over my head.
"You have a beautiful body, Tonya," he said.
"Panties, too," Racquel added with a big grin. I think she was daring me. So I pushed the panties down, bending over to step out of them. They were very wet. I could smell myself.
"I can smell you from here," Max said, "I bet you taste delicious. Climb up on the bed, on your knees." I did. I got onto the bed, up on the pillows near his head where I could watch his cock disappearing into Racquel.
"Put one knee on the other side of me," He said. I did. "Now scoot forward a little,"
I was right above him. He used both hands to touch me and spread my pussy lips open. I could feel what he was doing. He lifted his head, I guess, because then I felt something. I didn't know for sure but I really did, it was his tongue coming into me.
"You're so good," he said. "Lower yourself just a little to make it easier for me." I did. I could feel his tongue moving inside me, licking. I could hear noises, wet noises. I looked at Racquel. She was facing me, just a foot or so away, grinning really big. She wasn't bouncing now but sort of moving her hips back and forth on him, much slower than she had been.
"You're gonna love this, Tonya. Max is really good," she said sort of softly, looking down where his mouth must be at me.
I'd never felt anything like this. I can't describe it because it's all just feelings. Like my insides responding or something. It just kept getting better and better. Then I could feel his tongue on my little button. It was so good it almost hurt. I couldn't control anything. It was probably less than a minute and I went into the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. I must have just collapsed down on his face. I know I was putting out all sorts of fluid. And all through my body, my brain, everything was just amazing.
Then I could feel his hands pushing on my thighs. I lifted up just a little. "How did you like that?" he asked. "You tasted as sexy as possible. I hope we do that a lot."
I'm just squatting there, my pussy just inches above his face. I'd never felt like this. "It was just amazing," I said. The first I'd said since I came in the room. Then Racquel started making funny noises and I could see her stiffening. I backed away, still on my knees. For all I knew she needed help. I looked to where her pussy lips were sitting on him and I could see moisture, liquid actually running.
She looked down at Max. "Fuck, Max, that was terrific." She lifted her bottom up and his cock started to show. Very red, looking like it was sore or something. And very big. Finally she was completely off him and moved to the side. I realized that she'd just had an orgasm.
"I'm still hard," Max said. "Would you like to try it, Tonya?"
