"You gonna fuck me or not?"
The young woman standing in front of Jake was like a ripe peach on a low-hanging branch. Barely clad in a bright yellow bikini, her voluptuous body sang a siren song few men could resist.
While Jake considered himself a member of that minority, he could easily imagine devouring his step-daughter's best friend in every possible way, save literally.
Biting and tonguing the pink nipples atop Jane's large firm breasts, hammering her clit with his tongue, fingering her holes and, most gloriously, introducing her to the monster.
More accurately, introducing the monster to her. Another sacrifice to its proven power to make a woman Jake's cock-addicted fuck toy.
The monster was fairly indiscriminate in its preferences. Jake was not. Despite Jane's undeniable physical appeal and fuck-me-now body language, her entitled attitude was a major turn-off. Had been for years.
On the flip side of that equation, Jake had often played with the idea of "re-educating" Ella's snotty best friend. Teaching the blond-haired bitch a lesson that a series of brain-dead college boyfriends weren't mentally or, presumably, physically equipped to provide.
As Jane waited for Jake to reply to her challenge, he let his imagination run wild. He pictured sliding his massive member between Jane's magnificent mammaries. Watching her face as he encircled the base of his wrist-thick cock with his huge hand, preparing to cover her countenance with a half-dozen ropes of big cock cum.
But...
Doing the nasty with the buxom biology major would violate his agreement with his wife: no heterosexual extra-marital dalliances on the down-low. By either party. Bring it home or leave it alone.
No surprise there. Susan was a practical woman -- who happened to be sexually insatiable.
Throughout their ten-year marriage, a union encompassing multiple partners in a wide variety of sexual scenarios, Jake's wife never once tapped out. As far as Jake could tell, Susan had an infinite ability to orgasm from every imaginable position and kinky activity.
Considering his marriage's sexual sanctity, Jake had one word for Jane's blunt invitation.
"No."
The self-righteous sneer greeting Jake's reply confirmed his long-held opinion that "no" was not a word with which the blond bombshell was familiar. A conclusion Jane affirmed.
"Really?" she said sarcastically, leaning back against the wall, pushing her breasts slightly forward and placing her hands behind her back.
"Really," Jake replied with what he hoped would be a disarming smile.
"It looks like the monster has a different opinion," Jane declared, removing a hand to point at the scarcely credible erection pressing against Jake's jeans.
Jake was taken aback by Jane's observation. How did she know his cock's nickname? If Jane knew it, Ella knew it too. Overheard while Jake was doing the nasty with her mother?
The idea of Ella listening to Jake fuck her mother thrilled Jake to his core -- when being thrilled was not in his best/long term interest.
Then again, Susan may have talked to Ella about her step-father's oversized anatomy in a mother/daughter sex-Ed kinda way.
Less likely: Susan had shared the monster's moniker to set-up Ella for Jake's carnal cravings.
As incredible as that sounded, Jake remembered Susan's comment on the Jake-sized dildo she'd purchased for her daughter: "I want her to know what it's like to be fucked by a real man."
Now that he thought about it, it was the same enormous dildo Jane stole from Ella. Leading to Jane's arrogant attempt at sexual intercourse?
Regardless, no meant no. At least in this case.
"You're a beautiful woman -- " Jake began, trying to turn down the sexual temperature.
"And you're gay," Jane teased with a smug smile, daring Jake to argue the point.
The self-righteous display, born of pretty privilege, activated Jake's inner dom. The monster stiffened. His blood began to boil. Bad ideas beckoned, degrading his resolve.
"What's going on here?" Susan demanded.
Susan's surprise appearance in a one-piece swimsuit instantly ratcheted-up the sexual tension. Even so, Jake welcomed Susan's arrival as an escape from Oscar Wilde's infamous quote: "I can resist anything but temptation."
"Jane wants me to fuck her," Jake announced, as if the vexatious vixen had asked for a towel.
"Where's Ella?" Susan asked, scanning her surroundings.
"Asleep by the pool," Jake answered.
"How long?"
"About five minutes."
"Well then," Susan said, eyeing Jane's curvaceous body like a cat contemplating a cage-free canary. "We better get on with it."
Jane's startled reaction was priceless. But not as exciting as the look on her face when Susan sauntered up, kissed Jane on the lips and started fondling her breasts.
Susan was a championship kisser and a world-class fondler. It wasn't long before Jane responded, her tongue exploring Susan's mouth, her hands pulling Susan lithe physique closer.
"Who's gay now?" Jake growled, free to free the beast from its confinement.
Jane's eyes widened at the sight of the 9.5" cock protruding from Jake's muscled torso.
"It's too big!" she gasped.
"Oh honey," Susan whispered into Jane's ear, slipping her hand under Jane's bikini bottom. "You shouldn't have said that."
