(This is a continuation of the true story of my girlfriend's daughter, Holly. She "seduced" me, which she discovered wasn't all that difficult. The facts of the story are so amazing, I needed to write them down. There absolutely will be more to tell, even after this chapter.)
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After our monumental encounter, Holly and I lay basking in the damp, aromatic afterglow of the act, satisfied and tired. Despite the possible repercussions of what we had done, we lay there without speaking of them. I wasn't even thinking about her mother - I was just thinking of how Holly and I had satisfied each other, enjoying her skin against mine, and how much I love the woman Holly had become.
She had been silent for a few minutes, laying beside me, her hand absently stroking my chest hair. "Don't you wanna know what my plan is?" she asked finally, breaking the silence that had been punctuated to this point with only our heavy breathing.
She had awakened me from my reverie. While I wondered what she had in mind, I had been thinking exclusively about her, and now I remembered Elise. Her sultry voice, though, made me squeeze my eyes hard against the light. "Yes, actually. I DO want to know what your plan is..." I said. I was a little out of sorts as I had tried to forget the absolute betrayal I had just committed against the love of my life, Holly's mother.
"I want to seduce Mom," she began.
"Tonight?" I asked, sarcastically - and a little afraid of the answer.
"No, not tonight - necessarily." She held my semi-hard cock as she spoke, her warm fingers making it hard to concentrate on her words.
"She would literally kill us both if she knew what we did," I said. "I mean, kill us." Holly and I were her closest friends, and she trusted us both. She would either kill us or kill herself.
Holly nodded. "I know," she said very quietly. "Eventually, it will be HER idea to share you - it has to be."
My thoughts spun around that idea.
"I'm going to tell her about me and Megan. I'm going to tell her that I have a crush on someone that led me to experiment with girls." She paused, looking at the wall. "She's obsessed with my breasts, you know," Holly said distractedly. "Her mouth almost waters when she sees them." I knew that there was some truth to this: Elise - Holly's mother - had small breasts, and she always made note of Holly's huge "rack", as she called Holly's breasts - starting from when Holly was 15 or so. She commented on them so much that both Holly and I became uncomfortable.
"I think the ONLY reason she hasn't put her mouth on my nipples is that she thinks it'd be wrong, somehow. I'm gonna show her that I'M not worried about taboos..." Holly paused, breathing hard. "She 'accidentally' bends over in front of me when she's naked ALL THE TIME..." she said absently. "I mean, what does she think - that I'm not aware of her sexuality? I bet she wants me as much as I want her..."
The idea of my girlfriend bending over in front of her daughter was having an obvious effect on me - my cock, well used, was starting to stir. I began to piece together events of the recent past - Elise's interest in Holly's breasts, her interest in Holly's sex life, her parading around naked in front of Holly - and I wondered if there was something to Holly's theory.
Holly felt my renewed arousal. "Well, well..." she said, gripping my dick. "You are kind of amazing - for an old dude..." she said with a laugh in her voice. She kissed me. My head turned to her, then my body shifted her way. She continued to grip and squeeze my shaft in her hand.
Her mouth literally got wetter as my staff got bigger. We breathed harder and harder into one another as our mouths opened and our tongues collided. "You want Mom and I to fuck, don'tcha?" she panted. "You wanna watch?" she smiled devilishly.
I nodded my head dizzily as the blood rushed away from it and to my groin. "You want us together so you can fuck us, don't you?" she said as her tongue slid in and out of my mouth. I kept my mouth on hers and did not answer, as it was obvious. "We have enough time before Mom gets home," she whispered in my ear, "so fuck me." She had a death grip on my cock - I was as hard as if we hadn't already fucked.
"I want to lick you," I said almost under my breath, my voice hoarse with emotion. I was nearly ashamed of my want of her.
She stuck her lower lip out, pouting. "I wanna fuck NOW, " she said. "I want you back in my ass, " she said, sucking my tongue.
"Not until I lick you," I said.
"NO! I want you in my ass!" Holly demanded. She still gripped my dick - she sort of squeezed it incrementally, from bottom to top and back down. She was incredibly gifted with her hand. She kissed my neck, biting it gently. "Pleeease?" she whined.
I rolled her over on her back and pinned her arms above her head. "You know EXACTLY what makes me wild, thanks to those letters..." I said. "It's almost not fair."
"I started reading your letters years ago. I used to take them to bed, hide them in a magazine, read them over and over..." she said as she stared into my eyes. "I made myself cum the first time ever imagining you were doing that stuff to me. YOUR fantasies are MY fantasies..." She paused. "Well, now they're kind of OUR reality." She laughed.
We kissed again - I never tire of kissing as a rule, but her mouth was particularly inviting - her lips soft, her tongue dripping wet and hot - and she apparently liked it too, as she pushed her pelvis against mine, rolling my cock against her smooth, waxed, skin, moving so the length of it slid between the soaked lips of her sex, making her moan.
"God, I wish your mom would shave down there," I gasped. "I fucking crave it."
"That's not ALL you crave," she said, twisting her body from under mine. She sighed, resigned. "Go ahead and fuck me with your tongue..."
I paused briefly at her swollen nipples, and she writhed in pleasure, but she managed to push my head toward her nether region. I breathed deeply then slipped my tongue between her lips, making her gasp again. She was so wet. "God..." she gasped, "your mouth feels so good..." she whimpered. I tugged her clit with an upward movement of my tongue. "Ohhhh...god..." she inhaled sharply. I slurped the silvery, sugary liquid seeping out of her, and then twirled my tongue around her clit again. "Don't make me cum so fast...put your tongue...in my ass..." she panted. "I'm a little sore down there, and I need kissed..." she said, moving her torso sideways so she could stroke my hair.
I moved my tongue down her soft perineum, and she kindly pulled one leg up and to the side. She was relaxed, and her ass cheeks parted so her gorgeous, dusky little star stared up at me. I smiled as my tongue made contact with the wrinkly rim of it. She sort of purred as my tongue went around it - her juice and my cum made a sort of salty-sweet elixir. Her fingers were tangled in my hair, and she gingerly pressed my face into her ass while simultaneously lifting her pelvis. "I love your tongue...there..." she said, her breath ragged.
I licked up the remnants of sex eagerly, then began pushing my tongue into her ass, slowly. She was relaxed, eager even, but I just enjoyed the taste of her. "GOD," she gasped, "PUSH...I'm such a fucking dirty girl..." I glanced up and saw her other hand on her breast, massaging it urgently. "I..I...so wanna cum..."
I licked and sucked her delicious ass. Her mother loved her ass to be licked too, but, the proper lady, never let it go this far, never verbalized it. I suppose it's not uncommon for sexual taste to be genetically passed from one generation to the next, and I tried not to think about my own parents' proclivities, but I couldn't help but think that the apple that was Holly hadn't fallen from the tree that was Elise. I thought in that moment that there were yet acres of pleasure with Elise to be explored. Over my tongue flowed the whole delicious ooze that had come from Holly's ass - cum, juice, spit and the slime of her bottom. Far from degrading or odd, it was as delectable as the syrup that flowed from her mouth or her pussy. The salty, viscous ooze of my own cum was in the mix, too, and I didn't even feel a prohibition on that. She offered herself to me in this way and I took it without consideration.
She began to shake. The hand in my hair had untangled itself and her quaking hand was now at her sex. Her fingers expertly rolled her clit in inconsistent bursts, and - somehow keeping that one leg up - she started to roil in orgasm. Her hips swiveled and her muscles began to twitch in a pattern with which I was already becoming familiar. I smiled to myself as she started to moan.
"Ohhhhh..." she cried. Music to my ears."Oh-ho-hoooOO! OH GOD! OH GOD!" she whined. Suddenly and without warning, she half sat up, her stomach muscles quivering visibly, and she pulled me up to kiss me, sucking the contents of my mouth right off my tongue. Wordlessly, she rolled me onto my back, then placed one leg unsteadily over my midsection so that her body was straddling mine, her face facing mine.
"I...I..need you inside me..." she stammered. She sort of squatted over my pelvis, her knees high in the air. Her thighs are muscular - she's an athlete - yet I could detect the strain in her abdominal muscles.
She reached back and held my cock in her hand, then lowered herself onto it. "oh...my...go-o-d. Eric.." she said, barely breathing, as the purple head of my cock popped past her asshole. I lay dazed under her as she lowered her body onto it, the skin of my shaft pulling taut while her unbelievably tight ass consumed me.
She made an incoherent noise, a sort of a noise one makes when punched in the stomach as her thighs gave way and my cock plunged into her depths. "MMMNNNFF..!" I felt the whole of it; every inch of her ass as my body invaded hers.
She shook as she rose, slightly, then she fell again. There was a fraction of an inch left of me to impale in her, and soon, that too was in. She repeated it, again and again, her tight ass tugging the cum out of me. I lay utterly still as she rode me like this, sliding up and down on me. I had one fist clenched beside me, determined not to cum before her.
"I want to suck your cum out of Mom's ass," she said, drool literally spilling out of her mouth. Her body rose and fell, rose and fell. "g-god! this is... you...HURT..." she gasped.
"Do you want to stop?" I asked, frantically.
She almost smirked, "N-no...I LOVE it..."
She kept riding me like this, glancing at the clock only once. "I..want you to...fuck me...like this...all the time..." she said in time with her strokes. She reached down with both hands into the middle of my chest to modulate her rise and fall.
