All my previous stories have been influenced, at least a tiny bit, by reality. An incident or event, a real person, a real place. This story is 100% fictional.
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I set my backpack on the floor in its usual spot and walked through the deserted living room into the kitchen. Rachel was sitting at the table working on her math. I was glad to see she was serious about getting her diploma at the end of summer school. She was nineteen and did not want to go through another year of high school, even if only for one class.
I was a graduate assistant at the local college—in mathematics—so it was natural that I volunteered to tutor her this summer.
"Hi, Rach."
"You're late," she commented without looking.
"Am not. I'm right on time."
"You're always early. You've led me to believe early is the new on time. So when you're only just on time, you're late."
I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed the side of her neck through her long dark auburn hair.
"That is pure Rachel logic. So is number four, since it's wrong. Number seven needs work, too."
"How 'bout I correct them later?"
She reached behind the back of the chair and gave a gentle grab to my crotch. My anatomy responded immediately, but I retreated.
"Now. Fun comes after work."
She answered with a high growl, but moved her hand back to the table and gave the problems her attention.
She was wearing one of her favorite seductive outfits. Her lower portions were dressed in a lavender-and-purple tight leotard that left nothing to the imagination. I knew that when she would stand up and face me her camel toe would be obvious.
Her torso was dressed in similar skin-tight elastic. Her nipples were not quite visible to the eye unless she got excited...which, I was pretty sure, she was.
A purist would say Rachel was a little overweight. There was a slight bonus of female padding on her behind and thighs and around her waist. Her breasts were firm and full. Her sexiness was mostly in her face. It was oval, with dark auburn brows over big reddish-brown eyes and a cute little turned-up nose with a liberal spray of freckles. Full kissable lips were usually revealing perfect white teeth.
That's one thing all the women in the household shared-gorgeous smiles. Otherwise, variety was the name of the game.
It took her twenty minutes to figure out her mistakes. She stood up with playful defiance and thrust the paper at me.
Yep, camel toe.
She looked blatantly at my crotch and grinned at my visible reaction.
I checked over the paper. All good. I'll admit that I should have given her a tough problem right away, but I knew it wouldn't work. Not now. I gave her a thumbs-up and handed the paper back. She practically danced her happiness, shoved the paper into her notebook and then grabbed me by the hand and hurried me up the stairs to her bedroom. We did not shut the door. There was always a chance a third or fourth would join the fun.
When we got there I was treated to a full-out kiss, with passion and an embrace that lasted at least a full minute. In the next minute she was naked and waiting impatiently for me to be likewise.
Her nipples were hard and the lips of her hairless vagina glistened with the moisture of her want-to.
Another minute and I matched her state of undress. We got on her bed and exchanged brief oral foreplay, then she got on her back and spread her legs. I did not hesitate to slide my erection into her and she came that quickly, voicing a long high "Aaaahhh!" and enjoying the whole-body spasm of orgasm. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her as deeply as possible. I thrust in and out, hard and quick. That's how she liked it for the first time—hard and fast. She erupted quickly into a second orgasm. I managed to hold back. There was more action yet to be and I wanted to save myself, so to speak, for later.
She relaxed her legs but hugged me hard around the neck and kissed me again with passion. I kissed her back and then withdrew. By the time I was off the bed and getting dressed she was already asleep. That was normal for her. She was like a lot of men: orgasm was her body's way of telling her she was finished and now it's time for sleep.
I closed the door most of the way and went back downstairs to get a drink of water. The other members of this household would be arriving from their various jobs, one at a time, over the next couple of hours.
I do not live in this house, but I'm always welcome to make myself at home...with the facilities or the inhabitants.
Ninety minutes later I was sitting on the couch, naked. Kelsey, Rachel's older sister, was equally naked and sitting in my lap. We were enjoying calm and affectionate fucking. Kel was my favorite, though I would never tell her or her sister that such was the case.
Kel has long dark blonde hair, sparkly green eyes, and a straighter nose than Rachel's, but still very feminine. Her lips were a little thinner but still wonderfully inviting. She is taller than Rachel by three inches, but weighs less by a few pounds, with a slim waist and small firm breasts. My lips and tongue gave attention to hers, and then to her nipples and breasts and the wide cleavage between. We'd been joined for about fifteen minutes when Carol walked in the door.
If you were to look up "MILF" in a dictionary, you might find her picture. She's an older version of Kel, and not one bit less beautiful. We've been frequent lovers since I turned eighteen seven years ago. Her husband, Roger, not only did not mind, but encouraged it. The three of us enjoyed many nights together, both men doing the best we could to give our lady the best in orgasmic joy and tender affection.
When she came in the door and saw us, she chuckled.
"Right on schedule, I see. Is Roger home yet?"
"Hi, Mom!"
"Hi, Carol. Yep. The first thing he asked was if you were home yet. Since you weren't, and this gorgeous daughter was occupied, he went upstairs to see Rachel."
"Has Rachel had her nap?"
"Yep. I put her to sleep about the usual time."
Kel wasn't paying too much attention. She was busy tonguing my nipples and kissing my neck.
Carol looked inconvenienced. "She'll keep him up there for another half hour at least. But I'm too horny to wait that long."
Roger admitted that fucking Rachel had an added attraction not present with Carol or Kel. Rach resembled a young version of his mother, he claimed, and he so enjoyed having the present and the past at the same time.
