Helen woke up in the early morning hours. She could hear the slow rhythm of something moving back and forth. Lying in bed, she was facing the windows looking out onto the balcony. Simon was out there, alone, naked, smoking a joint.
She turned over, investigating the sound. She smiled at its revelation; Klara was straddling the waiter in a slow, early morning fuck. Helen at once moved closer to kiss them both, feeling streams of semen leak from her sodden twat in the process.
She caressed Klara's back and tits and watched, mesmerized by the hypnotism of their bodies fucking. Then leaned around the younger woman and cupped the waiters' balls, messaging them for a time.
Eventually, she got up and left the fucking couple and headed outside to join Simon. He was happy to see her up and stood to greet her with his tumescent cock, on her approach. They shared a full-body hug and kissed very passionately. Trapping his hardening cock between their bodies, Helen feeling its warmth against her belly.
He brought the joint to her lips, and she took a drag gratefully. They looked in at the others. The slow lustful strokes of their sexes, in and out and in and out. They shared the same thought at that moment; was there anything better than watching two people fuck? Maybe being fucked?
"She's insatiable," Helen commented, watching as the waiter's cock hit her in a spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her eyes furrowing.
"You have no idea," Simon responded. He sat back down on the patio chair. Helen didn't miss a beat and pulled the cushion from the opposite chair and placed it on the ground in front of him. Then, she knelt in front of him and placed both her hands on his cock.
"I feel like I owe you a bit of an apology." She admitted, starting to slowly stroke him. Simon, confused, sat back, and enjoyed the work being performed on his hard-on.
"For what?" He watched as she sank her mouth down on him. Sealing her lips around his hard cock. Sucking hard and running her tongue in swirls over the head of his prick. He shuddered in pleasure. She pulled off him with a pop of her lips.
"Did I take it too far... asking about your daughter?" She asked, still pumping him with her right hand. Simon looked out over the balcony and across the morning sky. His deep reflection aided by the joint and the surging blood in his head and the head of his cock.
"No, you didn't take it too far. Truth is it excited me, thinking of her that way." He confessed. Helen was back on his cock, bobbing her head and swirling her tongue. She loved the feeling of a cock in her mouth. The taste and texture of one.
Her pussy was leaking out all the semen that had been shot into her that night, as well as her own pussy juices, thinking back throughout the events. The cushion would be soaking.
"What will you do now? About her? About your daughter, I mean." She pulled off his cock long enough to ask and then went right back to work. The truth was it was a thrill for her too, thinking of this strange man lusting after his own flesh and blood. Thinking they would become lovers.
"Honestly, I have no idea. It would be predatory of me to act on it."
"And if she pursues it?" Helen stroked that little bit faster.
"I'm only human." Klara's cries of orgasm came out to them from the room. They looked in to see her shoulders arched, head thrown back, frozen, while the waiter continued to pump into her, from under her.
"Looks like she had a good one," Simon commented. His hands were on the arms of the chair, not needing to urge or entice Helen by placing them on the back of her head. She sucked his cock magnificently and he didn't even need to guide her.
"Do you always let her fuck other men?" Helen asked after pulling off of him, getting him halfway down her throat.
"And women. But she lets me fuck others too. There is no end to the number of women she is prepared to let me have. The perfect girlfriend."
"And the perfect relationship," Helen added and then opened wide and took him deep again. He was close, she could see it in his eyes.
"Will you join us again?" He asked, his breath starting to heave in anticipation of climax.
"That depends... next time leave Klara at home, bring your daughter instead. Let's see if you can entice her with this wonderful cock." She lunged back down on him, sucking as hard as she could.
He groaned out, across the balcony, across the city, and shot his load into Helen's waiting mouth. She drained him and drank down every drop.
*
The sun was up as drove up her driveway. She parked and got out, and immediately went around the house to the pool. Stripping away her close as she got the water's edge, her mind was still buzzing from the decadence of the previous evening.
Totally naked she dived in and let the water bath her, cooling the fires of her sexual yearning. She wanted more, she wanted to get fucked like that every second of the day, she released.
Breaking the surface of the water she swam a few laps, then let her body go limp and floated for a while, her mind replaying the events of the last nine or so hours.
Getting spit-roasted between Simon and the younger man, his name she never got, thinking how hot it was to fuck his brains out and never even know who he was.
At one point they had both been inside her, double vaginal, Simon had been laying her and she thought the waiter was off fucking into Klara from behind when she felt this sudden lunge at her twat and suddenly felt totally stretched open, like she would break at any moment.
It was intense but also, exceptionally erotic. Both cocks sliding back and forth into her hot cunt, stretching her wide, rearranging her lower intestines. It hadn't crossed her mind at the time, but she wondered if it was sexually stimulating for the two men too. Having both their cocks inside her, feeling each other as the fucked into her.
Eventually, they both blew their loads and filled her to the brim with thick semen. She felt used like a fuck-toy and loved it.
Then there was Klara, and the half an hour, sixty-nine show she and her put on for the two men, while they drank champagne and smoked weed. Klara sticking her tongue in as deep as she could get it, into Helen. Tickling her anus with the tip of her tongue.
She came on the younger woman's mouth several times, as she produced several orgasms in her too, happily drinking down all the fluids she was given.
The sun was shining high now, producing a faint amount of heat. Helen thought about her situation as it stood. She would meet Simon and Klara again, that was for sure, take them as regular lovers. Whether Simon would take her on her recommendation to bring his daughter the next time they would meet, was another story.
Though if he did, she would go along with whatever happened, seduction or otherwise. She thought it promising though, Helen was a believer that the apple didn't fall for from the tree in relation to most people's sexual proclivity. Charlie was a prime example of that.
Then there was the matter of her own daughter. And some of the more coded advances that she had made toward her. Surely, she didn't want to fuck Helen, Her own mother? But what if she did, Helen was almost certain that she would reciprocate, such was the intense sexual energy Charlie immitted.
And Eden, Christ Eden, how she wanted him so badly. Prepared to be his cum-slave and fuck-doll for the rest of her life if he wanted. So prepared to let him do whatever he wanted to her, whether that meant letting him impregnate her fifty-two-year-old body or drinking down a dozen loads of cum on a daily basis, or even letting him bath her in his piss. She didn't care, she wanted to worship him and let him own her.
Something was going to come to a head, she couldn't stand it any longer. This man in her house, this stunning man, and not being able to fuck him night and day.
She kicked her legs and wended her arms here and there, spinning her float in the pool, as she continued to reflect. She thought some more about the app too, and how invaluable it was going to be to her in the future, meeting, and fucking strangers. If it was going to be as easy as it had been with Simon and Klara, and if she was going to get her brains fucked out like that on every other date, she would be crazy not to keep using it.
She heard noise toward the house and saw the figures of her daughter and her daughter's lover in the kitchen. They were both dressed, Charlie for work and Eden for the walled garden. They saw her floating around in the pool and made for the patio door, obviously wanting news of how the date went.
She was feeling good, high, and sexually liberated. She was also still feeling in a sexual mood after the orgy she had. She wanted to tease the young lovers and thought to give them a little show to get them on the right foot for the start of their day.
She hadn't slept much but wasn't feeling tired, such was the amount of adrenaline pumping around her body. She climbed the ladder out of the pool and stood on the deck completely naked, not feeling self-conscious of her nudity at all.
The couple approached a cup of coffee in their hands and little knowing smiles on their lips.
"I think someone got their brains, royally fucked out last night," Charlie said, her strong sexual tone taking her voice. Helen didn't respond, just smiled and approached her daughter.
She was still wet from the pool and didn't want to stain Charlie's office clothes, but she got close enough that she planted a soft, sensual kiss on her daughter's lips.
