Quick note from Ian Snow -- this story was originally published elsewhere. The rights have since reverted back to me, and I thought Literotica would make for a fun final home for it. Enjoy.
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Olivia was so goddamn sweet I was certain if you pricked her, she would bleed caramel. The candy apple red of her lipstick that day added to the whole metaphor, and it was those lips and those big mischievous eyes I was drawn to from the moment I came through the door.
Our daughter's college friend was barely wearing a stitch of clothes. Her big breasts strained against tiny triangles of a bikini top, her slim tummy naked, showing off her belly button piercing. The shorts were more modest than the top but only by degrees, the denim cut off so high on her hip I had no doubt she'd show off a little ass cheek if she stood up and turned for me.
For Olivia to make me ignore my wife was a hell of a feat. Katherine was seated on the loveseat at an angle to the couch where Olivia sat, one creamy, freshly lotioned leg under her butt. At that angle, given her short tennis skirt, Olivia probably could see a hint of her panties. My wife gave me a self-satisfied smirk, poised like a cat that was very pleased with itself. She toyed with a lock of her blonde-brunette hair, one of her flirty gestures.
Already I could gather a mental picture of what must have happened. My wife loved no other form of exercise more than tennis and played regularly with some of the other thirty- and forty-something women around the community at a local court. Olivia lived in one of the new apartment complexes equidistant on the other side and probably saw her best friend's mom playing. They said hello, Katherine invited Olivia back here to go swimming like she used to before our daughter Molly graduated from college, and now here she was, in our house, looking up at me with that beatific, mysterious smile of hers.
To this day I'm not sure exactly why I did what I did. I thought Katherine had Olivia on the reel. We'd talked about her in bed a couple months back when we found out Olivia turned twenty, how ripe she was, how she looked at me sometimes, how she would laugh at my jokes and touch my arm. My wife loved to torture me like that, feeding me fantasies about the hot women in our lives. Sometimes she even made them come true.
I thought that's what this was. It had all the earmarks of it. A hot twenty-year-old barely dressed in our living room, my wife practically showing off her pussy to her. I pounced on it, never realizing until later that it was no setup.
Olivia stared up at me as I crossed the room, her smile shifting into something more curious. Katherine shifted on the couch, my name falling from her lips too late. "Kellen." I heard her tone but I didn't process it fast enough. I gripped Olivia by the chin and kissed her.
"Here I was wondering if I would have to make the first move," Olivia said softly. She glanced aside at Katherine and arched one of her fine eyebrows. Katherine held her hand to her lips, cheeks bright red, but she had the presence of mind to nod.
I noticed all this but my brains were making a fast exit and my primal need for our daughter's hot college friend took over. My hand went to my belt, and Olivia's joined it, working at my zipper while I stared down at her gorgeous face and the slopes of her breasts.
I didn't bother taking my slacks or boxes off. Instead, I shoved them down to my hips. Olivia took in the size of me and her smile grew even wider. She looked up into my eyes as I lifted one foot and set it on the couch cushion beside her.
"Suck it," I said. "Take my cock in that pretty little mouth and suck it."
"Fuck," Katherine whimpered.
Olivia took my cock in her slim hands and sucked my tip, staring up at me. I hardened as she teased it with her lips and tongue, bobbing her head up and down the first couple inches as I grew and grew. When I was fully hard, I put a hand on her shoulder.
"Sit back," I said, my voice brooking no debate.
She scooted back on the couch until I could stand on it entirely, wondering what the fuck I was doing until I was looming over her, one hand on the wall, the other going to the back of her head and driving her face down the length of me.
Oh fuck, that mouth felt good wrapped tight around my dick. I didn't relent. I wanted to own that pretty face, to drive my cock down her throat, to fill her up with my cream.
"Mmmmf!" she choked out around me.
I pulled back so Olivia could take a breath, then I shoved even deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes watered as she stared up at me, her cheeks going as red as a tomato. It took a few thrusts for her to acclimate to me but when she got in the game, she gave as good as she took, lashing me with her tongue, hollowing out her cheeks, teasing my tip when I'd pull back to her lips.
On the loveseat, Katherine tugged her sports panties down and spread her legs wide, sinking slowly down as she watched us. One hand went to her pussy and she moaned, "Suck his cock, that's a good girl, taking so much of my man."
Olivia came off me with a gasp and a cough. "Good girl," she whimpered, and drove back down my cock, her hands wrapping around me and jacking my wet length as she sucked.
"Our very good girl," I said.
One of her tits slipped free of the near-nonexistent bikini top, her small pink nipple joined soon by its bestie. One of her free hands dropped to her shorts, popping the button and sliding in. I fucked her face even harder, knowing she liked this, knowing she was ours.
"You're ours now," I grunted.
"Urgh!" she gagged around me, blinking up at me with those sweet eyes.
"Oh, Olivia, you're going to look so sexy with him sliding that big dick inside your sweet little pussy," Katherine cooed.
