"Welcome home," delightful, but not quite what I expected, coming in from the cold in mid-winter: Kat Prutz, buck naked, holding the door open to let me in. Big grin on her face: "Hurry up, I am freezing my tits off!"
"What's going on?" Her response is a hungry kiss square on the lips. Over the years I've gotten used to her shenanigans, but she's not joking about the tits: rock hard puppies sitting on an athletic frame. Dime sized nipples pointing skywards on puckered areolas. I lean down putting one in my mouth for a nibble. Cupping the other breast in my cold hand has her jumping back with a delightful laugh.
Many moons ago, when the kids were little, Kat was a timid teenage babysitter, supplied by the neighborhood message board. She was dependable, always with an easy giggle, and the kids loved her. The role developed to include dog walking and house sitting as well, before taking a surprising turn.
One day she walked in on us in bed: my wife sitting on my face, indulging me in her amazing womanhood: juices flowing as she crescendoed into an orgasm. I am unsure how long we had our audience, but she gave herself away with a yelp as my wife bucked on top of me in one of her delightful consummation of all sensations. My beautiful wife, having been her confidant for a while, invited Kat into our bed, and also became her sexual mentor that day.
My wife's superpower is a complete lack of sexual inhibitions, and the 18 year old was a delightful and very willing student from the start. She later confided it was not the first time she witnessed our bedroom activity, and she had been willing us to discover her for some time. What might have started out as naughty rebellion against a repressive upbringing quickly grew into a joyous celebration of her sexual liberation. Always curious, Kat quickly became a skilled and adventurous partner. The two women remain most intimate to this day.
As she headed off to college Kat kept our house key. Ostensibly for odd jobs we needed done when she came home for breaks, but our sexual explorations continued, if and when she requested, from one or both of us. Now, a few years after starting her career as a nurse back here in her home town. We see less of her as she's branching out on her own, but she knows she's always welcome in our home, and our bed.
She tears the winter coat off me and throws it on the floor with a wicked smile: "I've got something for you."
"You sure do," I pull her towards me. Kissing her face, I hold her chin softly before moving my hand over her forehead, stroking her hair back, inhaling the lush scent at the root of her hair as I pull her close and move my hand down her spine.
She clings to me as I cup her pert little butt. Tightening her muscles as I move my hand across the crack. Pushing a finger between her skinny cheeks, she jumps as I press the tight rear door with my index finger. She gives me a wicked wink: "Not here. In your room." Taking my hand, she leads me upstairs with a giggle.
We stop outside the bedroom door. She takes a deep, almost ceremonial breath in her naked splendor, grabs my arm with a glorious smile and walks me through the door.
"Ta da!" making a game-show style presentation to the audience. And what an audience: A giggling field of beautiful girls are laid out across the bed in front of us: resting on their elbows - tits swinging off the front, asses lofted behind bright smiling faces. Their feet, looking like bunny ears from where I am standing, fluttering in the air at the back.
There is something to be said about young girls: the beauty, the energy, the curiosity... Kat holds their attention as she draws closer to me, starting to unbutton my shirt. Whispering in my ear: "I got them all together. For you." She playfully grabs at my chest under the shirt, turning back to our audience: "Ellie! Brianna! Are you still sure you are up for this?"
I don't immediately recognize the two beautiful, wide grinning girls getting off the bed from opposite sides. As they approach us by the door, Kat looks back towards the girls remaining on the bed and smiles: "We promised them cock like they have never seen, didn't we girls?"
The enthusiastic response suggests the rest of them have all enjoyed my manhood. I haven't done a lot of comparison shopping, but understand that the meat pressing against the fabric of my jeans is satisfying to the most discerning and cock craving women, my wife first among them.
Brianna and Ellie are "new" to me. I have seen them around, but never learned to know them intimately. They are a year behind Emily, my daughter, in school, making them local high school seniors. "Don't worry Mark. We checked their IDs, and they have both turned 18!" Kat smiles her easy smile and kisses my feigned anxiety away.
Ellie sure does not look it. She is lithe, not even 5 feet tall, but strong. Plays field hockey if memory serves me. I never understood the sport, but being part of the booster club, it's impossible not catching a glimpse of the girls running around with clubs, in short short skirts on the athletic field. Other than her pocket size and her hair, much longer and tied in a high ponytail, she's like a miniature Kat: Every muscle defined, a sharp ass, not entirely flat chested, but my God, unless she hits a late late growth spurt her breasts will never need support.
She approaches quite timidly. With sibling like empathy, Kat steps towards her, leans forward, kissing her softly on the forehead, she pulls her close in a generous embrace.
The two girls pairing up in giggly whispers, cuddles on my right, as Brianna strides more confidently in my direction from the other side of the bed. Pushing her pert breasts breasts together as if modeling them. They are gorgeous, grapefruit sized, sitting firm and round, high on her chest: areolas a little bigger than quarters, with stiff pinkish snow pea-size nipples invitingly pointing towards me.
I remember seeing her around the house, part of Em's friend-group: tall, athletic, lively. Hair always pulled up, a constant smile on her face, always in the thick of things, unafraid, with a "go get them" attitude.
She turns, showing off her assets to a ruckus response from the bed. A few of them get on their knees pushing their assets together, in a showdown of youthful boobage: delightful breasts of all sizes. Sophie, on her knees, shows off her bounteous assets: fabulous, firm handfuls even for the largest hands. Next to her on the bed is another girl I don't recognize at first: tall, full-bodied, but not overweight. Sweet smile framed by a shoulder length chaos of red hair. Very generous, soft, round pillows for breasts, the kind young men fantasize about. Sophie seems quite taken by them, grabs them and lifts them up for the other girls to admire: "Show off!" she says, before burying her face between them.
Brianna's response is an animated pout. What I imagine was designed as a power move seems to have backfired. Losing some of the audience on the bed as Megan, a steady girlfriend of mine, joins the bosoms worship team. Brianna powers on, and turns her attention back to me. She grabs back attention from some of the girls as bending over, towards the bed, letting go of her breasts they sway forward. A smile over her shoulder at me, she has my full attention with her beautifully round bubble butt square in my line of sight.
Starting at her feet, her hands slowly run the outline of her legs before coming to a rest on top of her her ass. She pulls her cheeks apart: puckered anus and fleshy labia protruding in all its pink delight, contrasting her dark skin. One hand moving between her legs, she finally seem satisfied as I have to adjust my pants in response to her running her finger the length of her crotch, before resting it between the soft folds with a mint green fingernail pointing to her contracting pink back door.
Kat and Ellie have moved either side of me: seemingly disinterested in everything else that is going in in the room, softly floating their hands all over my torso. Giggling together as they explore my upper body, kissing exposed skin, and each other, tentatively in front of me.
Oh God, this is unbearable, I need some sort of release. Brianna sees the bulging in my pants and moves towards me in a confident stride. She rips the shirt out of my pants and tugs on the tails, pulling me away from Kat and Ellie. Giving me a cheeky kiss on the mouth as she grabs my belt. Confidently unbuckling, she theatrically pulls the belt off in a fluid motion and whips it in the air, punctuating the dramatic move with a crack.
"That's what I'm talking about!" With it, she has everybody's attention as she grabs the waistband and pulls me close. A sweet scent of sweat and sandalwood raises up as she looks up at me, kissing my neck and unbuttoning my jeans. Greedily stuffing her hand down my pants, rummaging for treasure. Grappling down there, she jumps and withdraws her hand as she feels my stirring cock: "Oh, my God. I thought it was your leg!" Eyes widening, her hand covering her mouth in giggling disbelief.
Led by Kat, Ellie moves in and unzips me, before digging both hands down the front of my jeans. Kat manages to pull my jeans down a little to help Ellie grab a hold of my heavy cock. Hand over hand, she pulls it out into the open to stunned silence. Kat catches my eyes in her adoring way as my thick tool grows further in Ellie's hands. The petite girl's face betrays a mix of fear and excitement about what is happening in front of her eyes, my cock making a mockery of the term "handful".
"Oh my God, Ellie! It's bigger than your arm!" The redhead, kneeling on the bed moves her hands from the curly blond bob buried between her spread legs, to cover her mouth. Megan, skinny ass in the air in front of her, turns her head and smiles at the exclamation that seems to garner excited approval from the other girls as well.
I am not exactly a Tom of Finland, but looking down at my veiny tool bouncing heavily in front of me, my cock is a little shorter that her forearm. Having said that, it is asymmetric compared with Ellie's size: as it grows erect, it is certainly thicker around than her wrist.
