As I think back on my time as a math tutor the weekend gathering with Tiffany and her misfit friends was a memory that would last a lifetime. A couple weeks later, I saw an incoming call from a number that I didn’t recognize. I was tempted to ignore it, but on a whim I answered.
“Hello,” I began in a deep business-like voice.
“Oh, hi Tom, are you busy? I can call back,” came the sweet melodious reply in a compelling French accent. Just hearing her voice had me instantly aroused.
“Hi Annabelle, I didn’t recognize your number so I was preparing myself to cut the call short,” I chuckled, “what can I do for you?”
“Umm, uhh, soon we will be going back to France and my parents would like to meet you before we leave. Would you be able to join us on Saturday evening?”
I smiled to myself at the endearing little stutter that many French people seem to have as they remind themselves to speak English. I quickly checked my calendar and eagerly replied, “I’d love to come, Is there anything that I can bring?”
“No, nooo. My mother, Angeline, loves to entertain and she will take care of everything,” assured Annabelle. “Will Tiffany and Heather be around?”
“I’ll check with them, but I think so.”
“They are invited as well. I’d love to see them again,” she chirped excitedly.
As the call ended, I thought about the previous party with the misfits and my role in helping Annabelle to now share a bed with her parents. My arousal grew at the thought of having another opportunity to sexually explore her elegant young body.
Tiffany came out of our room wearing a light floral summer dress. “Are you going out?”
“I need to buy a few more things before I leave for California,” she began with her sad eyes and smiling lips conveying her mixed emotions about leaving, “and who was on the phone,” she giggled while staring at my erection.
I was about to respond when Tiffany interrupted, “Wait! Let me guess. Was it Annabelle?”
My cock twitched at the mention of her name. “What can I say, she is a very sexy young woman,” I chuckled.
Tiffany laughed and moved closer. She wrapped the strong slender fingers of her right hand around my cock and stroked it slowly. “Are you going to see her again?”
“Yes, we’re invited for dinner on Saturday,” I replied as my body trembled from her talented touch.
“She invited me?” asked Tiffany excitedly.
“Yes, her parents want to meet you, me and Heather before the family returns to France.”
Tiffany stepped back and slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. The dress floated off of her body and pooled at her feet. Now naked she turned away from me, spread her legs and bent at the waist to pick up the dress. I stepped forward and caressed her ass and pussy.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned. Tiffany stood up, took my hand and led me back to our bed.
Saturday morning was the start of a beautiful sunny summer day. The bright blue sky showed through the leaves hanging high on untouchable branches that moved with the gentle cooling breeze. I pondered how much Nicole would have loved this day and vowed to honor her by making the most of it.
I sat up in bed and looked to my left at Tiffany and to my right at Heather. “Good morning, ladies,” I greeted them with a whisper. Both Tiffany and Heather were naked with their upper torsos exposed above the satin sheets. Heather’s blonde hair was splayed on the pillows supporting her head. Tiffany’s dark brown hair was similarly framing her face. All four of their firm young breasts were highlighted by the early morning sun. Their nipples hardened with the cooling breeze from a partially open window. I was tempted to stay in bed and fuck them both again but opted to ask, “Who will join me for a run?”
“Sure, I’ll come,” yawned Tiffany.
“Me too, if you’ll make breakfast when we get back,” added Heather.
“Hmmmmm, I always make breakfast,” I reminded her.
“I know,” she laughed. “I just don’t want you making any big changes.”
I donned my typical running garb of spandex, to corral my cock, covered by loose fitting shorts and a sleeveless tank top. The girls went with tight fitting shorts and matching tops. Their outfits left little to the imagination. We laced up our shoes and headed out for a five-mile run. The girls ran ahead of me and I easily kept up with their leisurely pace.
“This is a gorgeous day!” exclaimed Heather.
“It is beautiful. Why do you think that I suggested a run?” I smiled
“Because you like staring at our asses,” giggled Tiffany.
She wasn’t wrong. It’s fascinating to me how every woman’s ass seems to have a unique movement. Tiffany’s ass twitches like a metronome while Heather’s seems to flow in a graceful figure-eight pattern.
As we approached the end of our run, we slowed to a slow walk. Tiffany dropped back and wrapped her arm around my waist. “You know what’s the best part of a run with you?” she smiled.
“Ummm, bumping your hip against my thigh while grabbing my ass?” I laughed.
“Nooo, silly It’s the shower. I love when you wash my hair!”
“So, you don’t like grabbing my ass?”
“Oh, I like that too!” she quipped.
As soon as we entered the house, we all stripped, tossed our clothes in the washer and headed for the shower. “Are you excited about seeing Annabelle and meeting her parents?” asked Heather.
The thought of Annabelle caused my cock to jump and both girls laughed. “Is this a regular dinner party or a sex-swap orgy?” asked Heather.
“Tiffany, you know Annabelle better than we do, what do you think?” I added.
“Well, they are French, and from what I know the French love to fuck,” smiled Tiffany.
“So, that means you’d better save up your energy for fucking Annabelle and her mom,” giggled Heather.
“Does that mean that you two will be getting shagged by her father?” I asked with a smile.
“Oh shoot! Now I’m nervous. I never thought about that,” replied Tiffany as she screwed up her face and slowly shook her head.
“Does anybody say ‘shagged’ anymore?” teased Heather
We entered the shower and quickly rinsed off. Then I focused on washing Tiffany’s hair. While I applied the shampoo and subsequently the conditioner, Heather dropped down, lathered my cock and balls, rinsed them and then teased me with incessant sucking.
Soon I was done with Tiffany’s hair and I turned my attention to Heather. She pulled her mouth off of my cock and said, “Do my hair Daddy.”
Heather and I had showered enough together that I managed to shampoo her hair while I was simultaneously fucking her sweet smiling face.
“Next time I want you to wash my hair like that,” giggled Tiffany.
After the shower we dried off, remained naked and teased each other throughout the day. When the time came to dress for our visit, with Annabelle and her parents, we were all highly aroused.
I dressed casually in a golf shirt, boxers, shorts and boat shoes. The girls went braless with light summer dresses, lacy thong panties and sandals with three-inch heels.
“Are you sure you don’t want some spandex shorts Dad?” began Heather, “as soon as you see Annabelle, you’re going to announce your arousal to the world.”
“Like that,” laughed Tiffany as she pointed at my tented shorts that resulted from Heather simply mentioning Annabelle’s name. “Do I need to give you a blow-job to calm you down before we go?”
“Ladies!” I scowled, “if you are correct about this evening then I need to save myself for Annabelle and her mother,” I joked.
We drove to the address that Annabelle had provided and were surprised at the gated entrance. We pulled up and the gates began to open as we heard a male voice say, “Welcome Tom, come up the drive and park near the front door.”
“Can you believe this house,” gasped Tiffany as I drove slowly up the winding cobblestone driveway and we caught glimpses of a mansion.
“He’s here on business, so I imagine that his company rented this for him,” I suggested while questioning my own words.
Before I could pull the car to a stop, the front door of the house opened and Annabelle was a blur as she came bouncing down the steps to greet us.
“Thank you all for coming!” she smiled embracing Tiffany and kissing her softly on the lips. She repeated the greeting with Heather and finally with me.
“It’s good to see you again,” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around her and groped her ass through the thin cotton of her light floral dress.
“Mmmmmm, hold that thought,” she giggled, “come meet Mama and Papa,” she urged as she took my hand and danced up the steps and into the entry hall.
“Hi Tom, I’m Jean Luc and this is my wife, Angeline.”
Jean Luc is a tall slender aristocratic looking man. Angeline seems younger almost too young to be Annabelle’s mother. She is equally beautiful with the same shimmering light brown hair and electric blue eyes.
I shook Jean Luc’s hand and moved toward Angeline, “It’s wonderful to meet both of you. Thank you for inviting us.”
I reached out my hand to Angeline but she ignored it and stepped closer. We embraced and my hands caressed her back. She pressed her large pillowy unfettered breasts into my chest. “You are as handsome as Annabelle described. I hope that this hug will lead to more intimate activities soon,” she winked.
I was a bit surprised and also excited by Angeline’s brazenly sexual advances.
Jean Luc stepped behind his wife and unzipped her dress down the length of her spine. She stepped back just enough to shrug the dress off of her shoulders and allow it to drop to the floor.
I admired her near naked body, her 38D breasts and red lace thong panties that barely covered her smoothly shaved pussy.
“You girls seem a bit overdressed,” smiled Angeline as she looked at Heather, Tiffany and Annabelle.
Heather walked up to Jean Luc and asked, “Will you remove my dress please?”
“It would, uh, be my pleasure,” he responded agreeably in his deep French accent. He lifted the dress over her head and Heather leaned back against him, held his wrists and lifted his hands to her breasts.
Jean Luc seemed to enjoy playing with Heather’s tits while she squirmed and encouraged the erection that was growing in his pants.
Tiffany and Annabelle embraced and kissed passionately as they helped each other remove their dresses and their skimpy thongs. Soon they were on the floor in sixty-nine with Annabelle on her back and Tiffany straddling her face and eating her pussy.
Heather helped Jean Luc to strip, stroked his sizable cock and led him toward Tiffany’s ass.
“Do you want to fuck her?” asked Heather.
“But of course. Who could refuse?” he began, “but first I need to ensure that your father’s needs are met.”
Heather and Jean Luc looked over to where Angeline now knelt, having removed my clothes, and was engaged in sucking and stroking my thick eight-inch cock.
She stopped, looked up at me, and asked, “I hope that you enjoyed fucking my daughter.”
I saw no reason to play coy with Angeline and so I told her the truth, “Annabelle is sensuous, passionate and giving. I enjoyed the intimacy that we shared and I believe that she did as well.”
“She told me that it started with a kiss. Will you kiss me like that?” she smiled.
I helped Angeline to stand, pulled her into my arms and looked over at her husband. He smiled and nodded. I caressed her soft face, tucked her hair behind her ear and looked deep into her sparkling blue eyes. I pulled her torso tight against mine. My cock throbbed against her belly and her breasts pressed against my chest. I felt my body generating sexual energy even before our lips met. Annabelle had returned that energy and I was a little surprised that I felt much less from Angeline.
We kissed softly, our tongues touched and the passion of the kiss grew. Now Angeline’s body enveloped me, as Annabelle’s had, in an invisible cloak that warmed and aroused me from head to toe.
Angeline broke the kiss and her eyes were filled with tears, “You kissed my sweet Annabelle like that?”
I couldn’t deny it so I simply nodded. I wasn’t sure what to expect next when Angeline reacted to the look on my face, “These are tears of joy, you dope. She’s a very lucky girl,” she giggled.
“And after the kiss?” continued Angeline. “Do I get to feel that too?”
“I would enjoy that very much, but I think we need to ensure that the others are having fun as well,” I suggested.
“She warned me about that too. She said you are kind and mostly think about others’ needs. You know you would fuck more women if you were more selfish,” she laughed.
I looked warmly into her eyes, smiled and replied, “I have all that I need to be happy.”
Angeline looked surprised. I held her close when her legs weakened as she felt that I needed her too.
We move slowly toward the others. Jean Luc was watching as Annabelle lifted her head and sensuously licked and kissed Tiffany’s glistening pussy while Heather had dropped to her knees in front of him. She caressed his balls while taking his slightly thinner eight-inch cock deep into her throat.
Tiffany lifted her head from between Annabelle’s thighs then turned to look into Jean Luc’s eyes and moaned, “Please fuck meeeee.”
Heather popped her mouth off his cock. “Go for it,” she encouraged him excitedly with a wink and a smile.
“Papa come fuck my best friend,” chirped Annabelle. Jean Luc looked at Angeline. With her smile and a nod he dropped to his knees behind Tiffany. He admired and caressed her firm young ass. His fingers gently explored her back from her shoulders to her hips. As he leaned a little closer, he felt his daughter’s hand guiding his cock into Tiffany’s glistening wet plump young pussy.
“Mmmmmmmm, Mon Dieu!” moaned Jean Luc as he fully sheathed his throbbing cock deep into the core of Tiffany’s velvety tight pussy. He continued fucking her with long deep strokes as Annabelle massaged Tiffany’s clit from below.
Soon Tiffany began to tremble. Her body tensed, she stopped breathing and then roared, “AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!
Jean Luc held her hips and slowly withdrew his cock from her pulsing pussy. Tiffany collapsed onto Annabelle and then rolled off onto the floor. “Hoooo, haaaa, hoooo, haaaa,” she breathed deliberately while slowly recovering from her orgasmic bliss.
“Did you enjoy fucking my friend?” smiled Annabelle.
“Yes, I did. Her enthusiasm is infectious,” he replied slowly.
“I think it’s time for us to move this gathering out of the entry hall,” joked Angeline.
We moved as a group through the formal dining room into the kitchen. There were several platters of hors d’oeuvres on the island. Annabelle picked up a cracker with some very soft camembert and raised it to my mouth.
She popped it in with a smile. It was a bit messy but I did my best to consume it while stifling a laugh. “Thanks, that cheese is delicious!”
“Oops!” she smiled, “there’s cheese on your chin.”
As I looked around for a napkin she raised up, licked it off and moved her tongue toward my mouth. She fed me the little morsel of cheese, wrapped her arms around me, pressed her breasts against my chest and the passion of our kiss escalated.
My hands caressed her from her shoulders to her ass. We both moaned as our bodies reacted to the sexual energy that passed between us. When we finally broke the kiss Annabelle chuckled, “It’s good to know that my mother hasn’t stolen all your passion.”
Heather leaned over the counter, spread her legs and pleaded, “Jean Luc, please fuck me too.”
He looked over at me and Annabelle and with the movement of his eyes she understood and mirrored Heather’s position on our side of the counter. The daughter swap was complete when I pressed my cock deep inside Annabelle and Jean Luc began fucking Heather.
Tiffany moved close to Angeline. “That’s really hot, isn’t it?” whispered Tiffany.
“Yes, it is a first. I have never seen Annabelle like this,” replied Angeline as her eyes filled with tears of joy once again.
“But you’ve seen her with Jean Luc, right?” questioned Tiffany.
Angeline shook her head and smiled, “He refused until he could see her with another man.”
“Oh my! She’s watched him fuck you and now me and Heather. May I ask the men to switch?” giggled Tiffany.
“I don’t see why not,” replied Angeline excitedly.
“Jean Luc and Tom, it’s time to switch partners,” announced Tiffany.
Tom leaned over, kissed Annabelle on the neck and whispered, “The night is young,” before pulling out and moving behind Heather.
“Oh Papa!” cried Annabelle as her father entered her for the first time.
“Fuck me Daddy,” giggled Heather.
Angeline was so happy at seeing Jean Luc and Annabelle together that she reached out and pulled Tiffany into an embrace. They hugged and their naked bodies touched for the first time. They both felt something unexpected, pulled back and looked into each other’s eyes before their lips touched, their tongues dueled and their kiss ignited the flames of passion.
Jean Luc continued fucking Annabelle until she shouted in orgasmic ecstasy, “Oh yeah! Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! YESSSSSSS!!!!”
I fucked Heather to a similar climax as Annabelle reached across the counter to Heather and they held hands while their breathing returned to normal. Despite her tears a sense of joy was evident in Annabelle’s smile.
When there was a break in the action Jean Luc and I went downstairs to his wine cellar. I was surprised to see so much wine given that they had only been in the states for a short time. “What is your favorite French wine?” he asked without any expectation of an answer.
I had studied and tasted many French wines and was able to name a couple white varietals along with well-known Cabernet from the Loire Valley and an even better-known Bordeaux.
Jean Luc grabbed a box and filled it with two bottles of each of the wines I’d requested. “I should warn you that after a couple glasses of wine, Angeline becomes a tigress in the bedroom,” he chuckled.
“I don’t want to cause any problems with your family,” I smiled to set his mind at ease.
“Tom, we are returning to France soon. I will be fucking my wife and daughter every night when we are there. Tonight, is for them to enjoy being with you,” he assured me.
“That is very kind of you. Let’s go upstairs and see what the ladies want,” I suggested.
When we returned to the kitchen Anabelle and Angeline were laying across the counter. Heather was orally pleasing Annabelle and Tiffany was doing the same with Angeline.
“What took you boys so long?” asked Angeline as she gasped for breath. Tiffany had managed to keep her on the edge of an orgasm for the entire time.
Jean Luc laid out the wine and served everyone a glass of their choosing.
“Ohhh!” began Angeline, “I hope that Luc warned you about me and wine,” she giggled.
“It sounded more like a recommendation than a warning,” I smiled.
With that Angeline quickly polished off her first glass of wine. Then she took my hand and led me to the king-sized bed in the master bedroom. “Now I want to know what you did with Annabelle after the kiss,” she smiled.
I reached out and took Angeline into my arms and we repeated the earlier kiss. This time Angeline’s passion was in high gear as the wine had the predicted effect. She held my head as our lips met and our tongues became more animated. Her body squirmed in my arms and she humped her pussy against my left thigh.
“Jean Luc was right,” I chuckled and proceeded to caress her back and ass. Angeline relaxed some but the arousal she continued to exude was making it difficult for me to concentrate.
I eased her back onto the bed and laid down beside her. My left hand caressed her face and her tongue darted out to lick my fingers. I smiled at her need to participate. My fingers trailed across her collar bone and circled her beautiful 38D breasts. I pinched and tugged on her sensitive nipples and smiled when she closed her eyes and allowed herself to focus on the sensations.
Silently, my hand left the soft curves of her sumptuous breasts and explored her abdomen and hips. While my hand moved to her inner thighs I licked, nibbled and tugged on her sensitive erect nipples. She squeezed her thighs together, arched her back and held her breath. Finally, she relaxed back into the mattress. I moved down, positioned myself between her wide spread thighs and lowered my head.
Angeline’s pussy was in full bloom as I kissed my way up her soft inner thighs and the aroma of her secretions made my cock harder. I was feeling dizzy as the tip of my tongue slipped between her slippery wet lips. When my tongue circled her clit, she grabbed my head, bucked her pussy against my face and groaned, “Aaaarrrrrrrrgghhhh! Make me cum! Pleeeeease.”
I grabbed her thighs and kept them spread wide just as she was about to scissor them closed around my head. I lapped at her delicious nectar and flicked her clit again and again with the tip of my tongue. Her body tensed, her back arched and her pussy pressed into my mouth as she silently shook through another massive orgasm.
Soon Angeline’s body relaxed and I moved up beside her and caressed her beautiful face. She was taking deep deliberate breaths with her eyes closed and then she opened them slowly and turned her head to look directly into my eyes. “Please tell me that you didn’t do that to my little girl,” she smiled.
“It wasn’t exactly the same,” I began, “Annabelle clamped her thighs around my head and almost broke my neck,” I chuckled.
Angeline wasn’t amused but she did respond as I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. After she recovered, she playfully sucked on my tongue, released it and asked, “What else did you and Annabelle do?”
“I fluffed up some pillows and helped Annabelle to lay back comfortably with her head and shoulders raised,” I began and when I noticed Angeline’s confusion I explained, “Annabelle wanted to watch as my cock entered her.”
“Just like her mother,” giggled Angeline.
I raised up on my knees and Angeline reached out with her right hand and stroked my throbbing hard cock. She leaned closer and kissed the head, “Fuck me Tom, fill me with your cum again,” she smiled.
Once again, I moved between her raised knees and wide spread thighs then leaned over her as she reached down to guide the head of my cock between her slippery wet and welcoming lips.
I pushed in slowly and Angeline groaned, “Mmmmmmm, sooooo big, sooooo good!”
She yelped and smiled as I pressed past her cervix. My pubic bone bumped against her tender clit with my cock fully inside her beautiful body. Angeline’s hands caressed my shoulders and moved to the back of my neck. I began to fuck her slowly as she pulled my face closer and licked my lips.
The passion we shared earlier, as we hugged and kissed, increased ten-fold as my cock continued to probe, pound and stimulate the depths of Angeline’s insatiable body. The more I gave her, the more she needed. I was holding off but my orgasm was triggered by three simple words.
“Cum for me,” she pleaded and my first stream of hot cum triggered another more powerful orgasm in Angeline.
“Fuck! Fuuuccckkk! FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!!” she screamed as I shot several more salvos into the depths of her pulsating pussy.
We were both a little disoriented as I pulled out and lay down beside her.
Soon Annabelle came in and lay next to her mother. She caressed her face and chuckled, “Now do you believe me?”
Angeline smiled at her daughter and replied, “Yes, and thank you for sharing him with me.”
“And thank you for sharing Papa with me,” replied Annabelle as she leaned closer, kissed her mother on the lips and snuggled her naked body into her mother’s arms.
I slipped out of bed, cleaned up briefly in the bathroom, and went out to find Heather, Tiffany and Luc.
They were out by the pool, which I hadn’t noticed, but made perfect sense in a mansion of this size. I walked out and Luc jumped up to greet me. “Tom, can I get you something to drink?”
“I think I need to drink some water and then a glass of Bordeaux would be wonderful,” I replied while hearing giggles from the girls.
While Luc went to the kitchen, I moved closer and asked, “What are you giggling about?”
“Oh Dad, you and Luc both have dangling dicks and we were just wondering who would get hard again first?” explained Heather.
“OK, I’m laughing at myself a bit as I rarely stay soft around young, beautiful, naked women.”
“Maybe you just need a more stimulating view,” suggested Tiffany as she sat back on the lounge chair, lifted her knees, spread them wide and masturbated for my pleasure.
“Do you like watching that little slut playing with her pussy?” giggled Heather
Luc returned with a tray that included water for me and wine for the four of us.
“Heather and Tiffany have been stimulating company in your absence. I hope that you enjoyed your time with Angeline as much as I have enjoyed them,” smiled Luc.
As we drank a toast to our sex partners, Heather approached, dropped to her knees and stroked both of our cocks. She stroked, licked and sucked Luc and then switched to me. My cock recovered quickly.
Heather looked up at me and suggested, “Go fuck the slut but don’t waste any cum on her!”
I looked over at Tiffany as she reached out her arms to me and stuck out her tongue at Heather.
I smiled inside as I approached Tiffany with her sparkling eyes, engaging smile and her enticing teenage body. With age I’ve learned to go slow and prolong the enjoyment.
Tiffany was fingering herself with her right hand while caressing her breasts and tugging on her own nipples with the left. She held out her right hand to me as I knelt on the lounge chair between her widespread thighs. I held her wrist and licked the sweet nectar from her fingers.
“My pussy needs your cock,” she giggled, “it feels so empty!”
I reached out, she pulled her legs in and she rolled up to kneel facing me. One hand moved behind my neck, the other to my cock as she pulled my head closer for a kiss. The love that Angeline and I had made earlier was still haunting me. Fortunately Tiffany was just the distraction that I needed. We kissed briefly as she pressed her squirming body against mine. “Lay down and let me fuck you Tom,” she quipped.
I laid down on the lounge chair and Tiffany straddled my hips. She dropped herself quickly and my cock penetrated well past her cervix. “Oh, Ohhhhhh!” she gasped as she sat, fully impaled, for a few moments before beginning the rhythmic riding that we both enjoy.
My hands reached out to explore and caress her hips, waist, ribs and breasts. Tiffany started fucking me by lifting up on her knees and dropping back to sit on my hips. After a few thrusts she changed to rolling her hips forward and back and then she finally leaned forward, with her hands on my shoulders, looked down at me and smiled. “I love your cock,” she whispered while twerking her hips rapidly up and down.
I was getting close to cumming when Angeline approached, caressed Tiffany’s face and kissed her gently on the lips. “I see that you are enjoying carnal pleasures with Tom. Would you mind if he spent some time with Annabelle now and returned to you later?” she smiled.
“That’s fine with me,” began Tiffany, “can you stay with me for a while?” she asked brazenly.
As I moved off of the lounge chair, I looked back briefly to see Tiffany and Angeline entangled in an intimate embrace. Jean Luc intercepted me and led me to Annabelle’s room. “Take your time and enjoy my little girl. She loves you very much,” he smiled with just a touch of sadness in his eyes.
As I entered her room Annabelle rose from an armchair to greet me. She was dressed in a lacy white bra and panties, a white garter belt, sheer white stockings and three-inch high-heeled sandals with straps that wrapped around her calves.
“You are beautiful. I feel a bit under-dressed,” I chuckled.
“You look perfect to me,” she giggled while licking her lips and scanning my naked body from head to toe.
I could see the sadness in her eyes so I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. “I wish that we didn’t have to go back to France,” she sniffled. “Will you, Heather and Tiffany come to visit?”
“Yes, I will stay in touch with you and your parents and we will see each other again soon,” I assured her. I meant it at the time, but it was nearly three years before we finally made the trip.
“You know why I dressed up for you?” asked Annabelle.
“I don’t but I’m glad you did,” I replied while caressing her face and kissing her soft ruby red lips.
“I like your look of hunger when you undress me with your eyes and I crave your gentle touch as you unwrap me for your pleasure.”
Annabelle knelt in front of me and her long slender fingers encircled my cock as her sparkling blue eyes met mine. Her lengthy light brown hair was in a single braid down the middle of her back. She gently kissed the shiny purple head of my cock and then her tongue reached out and the tip flicked repeatedly across the sensitive frenulum. The tops of her 38C breasts were an enticing backdrop to her oral activities.
“You’re not the only one who likes to explore,” she giggled before sucking half of my cock into her mouth. I gently held her head as she played with my cock. My pre-cum was flowing and combined with her saliva to fill her mouth. She was unconcerned as the fluids drained from her mouth, dripped off her chin and landed on her breasts.
She took my cock deep into her throat. “Mmmmmmmmm,” I moaned.
She pulled off with a smile as a large amount of saliva flowed off of her lips and into the cleavage between her breasts. “Sometimes exploring gets messy,” she smiled while slowly stroking my cock and wiping the pre-cum on her cheeks, forehead and nose.
Her simple actions, focused entirely on me, evoked an internal response that I hadn’t felt in years. I reached down and helped Annabelle to stand and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. My right hand caught the end of her braid and then pulled down and tipped her face up to mine. We kissed ferociously and after a few minutes we took a break and allowed our breathing to return to normal.
“This is a side of you that I haven’t seen before,” winked Annabelle.
“It has been a long time since I have felt like this,” I admitted while my hands moved to unclasp her white lacy bra.
“I want you, Tom. I want you to find pleasure with me,” she whispered.
Her words caused my cock to throb, so I forced myself to slow down and be less frantic. I laid back on the bed and encouraged her to lay beside me in the crook of my left arm.
“Would you like me to take off your sandals?” I chuckled.
“Will you fuck me with them on first? I think it’s kinda kinky,” she grinned.
I leaned over and sucked Annabelle’s right nipple into my mouth. I bit it gently and tugged.
“Aaaahhhhhh,” she moaned in pleasure as I bit a little harder and then moved to give her other nipple equal treatment. My right hand moved across her belly and caressed her pussy through the lacy white panties. As my fingers slid over her clit and lips, I found an unexpected opening. I stopped sucking and looked at her as my fingers pressed into her pussy.
Annabelle responded to my unasked question, “Mom says that it’s good to get dressed up but always be ready to fuck,” she smiled and licked her lips.
I fingered her a little harder. When she closed her eyes and bit her lip, I knew that we both needed a release. I moved down the bed and lifted her knees high and wide. She playfully wiggled her sandal-clad calves and feet as I moved forward taking advantage of the crotchless panties and guided my cock into the depths of her sopping wet pussy.
Her knees were hooked over my elbows as I leaned over, kissed her on the neck and pounded my hips against hers. “Annnh! Annnh! Annnh!” she squeaked with each thrust. I couldn’t hold back and I fired my first salvo of hot creamy cum deep inside her tight teenage pussy.
Annabelle tensed, her back arched and her body shook as she silently reacted to our orgasmic coupling. I hovered above her, held up by my arms and hips, as my cock continued to fill her pussy with my remaining cum.
Annabelle’s breathing returned to normal, her eyes popped open and she smiled, “Mom was right.”
“Right about what?” I asked having forgotten about almost everything that we discussed before.
“She’s right about these panties and always being ready to fuck,” she laughed.
“It’s not like me to be so impulsive,” I began to explain.
“Tom, that was just what I needed. Now, take off those silly sandals and my cum soaked panties and we can make love any way that you’d like.”
I was taken aback by Annabelle’s quick assessment of what we had just done and what we needed now. I wasn’t used to an eighteen-year-old woman being one step ahead of me.
As soon as I had that thought I smiled as I imagined Heather saying, “Get used to it!”
“What are you smiling about?” asked Annabelle with a quizzical look.
“About you. I’m smiling about you. I like the way you think,” I chuckled.
“Good!” she quipped and then wiggled her feet to get me back on task.
I unbuckled the straps and unwound them from her calves and then I carefully lowered the sandals to the floor. Then I turned and reached for her hips and stripped off her cum-soaked crotchless panties.
“Hmmmm, how do I get you hard again?” she smiled
My cock twitched in response to the question.
“What if I lick your balls or suck your cock?” she teased and got a similar response.
Annabelle patted the middle of the bed and I moved to sit near her. She straddled my hips, raised up on her knees, grabbed my head and pressed her tantalizing tits into my face.
My hands reached out, groped her ass and soon my cock was fully recovered.
Annabelle had just lowered her hips and impaled herself on my cock when the door opened and Heather came in with Angeline. “Oops! I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” began Heather, “Jean Luc has invited us all to spend the night. Can we stay Daddy?”
“Oh yes!” shouted Annabelle enthusiastically as she bounced on my cock.
Angeline joined us on the bed, knelt behind me and pressed her breasts into my back. “Jean Luc will sleep with Heather and Tiffany in the Master bedroom and I will be joining the two of you.”
“Yes Noodle, we can,” I replied to Heather’s earlier question with a smile.
“Luc is trying to convince Tiffany to go to France with them instead of going to California,” explained Heather.
“Annabelle and I will make sure that it’s a night you’ll never forget,” whispered Angeline as her body squirmed against my back.
“I’ll let you know when dinner is ready,” began Heather, “have fun!”
As Heather left, and closed the door, I laid on the bed with Angeline on my right and Annabelle on my left. The both rolled partially onto me, straddling one leg, pressing their breasts into my sides and resting their heads on my shoulders.
“Let’s just rest until dinner-time,” suggested Angeline.
“Sounds good to me,” replied Annabelle.
I closed my eyes knowing that we would have a long night ahead. Soon I felt two hands fondling my cock and balls.
Heather came back to get us and found my cock still being fondled. “Pardon the pun, but is everyone up for dinner?”
“Tom definitely is!” sparked Angeline and Annabelle just giggled.
The two women left to help with the food and Heather approached. “Dad you can’t do that.”
“Do what?” I asked cluelessly.
“You can’t fall in love with another man’s wife,” replied Heather with concern, “it’s ok to fuck them, but just don’t fall in love with them. ok?” she asked rhetorically.
“You’re right Noodle,” I replied while I envisioned making love all night long with two of the most enchanting women that I’d ever met.
We all got cleaned up for dinner but clothing remained optional. The dinner with wine and a light desert was just what we all needed.
Heather and Tiffany kissed me good night as Jean Luc escorted them to his suite.
Angeline, Annabelle and I returned to Annabelle’s suite and spent many hours in sexual euphoria.
After fucking and filling their nearly identical pussies we slept for several hours. It took time but I fucked Angeline again and we both came in a loving embrace. After another hour of talking and teasing I fucked Annabelle to one last mutual orgasm.
In the morning we showered together and I got dressed. Tiffany and Heather had been waiting for me, so we all said our good-byes with a promise to see each other again soon.
As we drove home Tiffany spoke, “Do you think that I should take Jean Luc up on his offer to go live with them in France?”
“What would you do there?” asked Heather.
“I told him about my interests in making movies and he said that he could put me in touch with some French film makers.
In the end Tiffany went to California and Heather went back to the university for her second year. I was haunted by dreams about Annabelle and Angeline. I did have some visits from Carrie and Abby. I also saw the twins Lisa and Lara a few times and yes, I fucked them all.
Aaron and I played golf together some, and that often included a dinner with both Terri and Gale for dessert.
The only constant love in my life was Heather and the long drive to New Hampshire was something that we discussed often.
Finally, I made up my mind to put the little house that Nicole and I had made into a home on the market. I immediately started looking for a house closer to the university. Heather helped me to look and soon I purchased a perfect house on a cul-de-sac with four other homes.
It was a beautiful autumn day as Heather and I packed up to move. My heart was heavy with the memories that had been made in our little house.
“Dad! Snap out of it. You’re only forty and you can’t get stuck in the past,” she began, “the new house is amazing and it’s wicked close to the university,” she reminded me.
“I don’t want to interfere with your college life,” I smiled as Heather’s zest for life filled me with optimism and joy.
Heather rolled her eyes and shook her head, “I hope you’ll make an effort to reach out and meet the new neighbors,” she began, “and start dating, but it has to be someone who doesn’t mind you occasionally fucking your daughter,” she laughed.
“I will, Baby,” I assured her with no plans to do more than simply enjoy the peace and quiet of rural life. I made a vow to myself to focus on work and limit my sexual activities to Heather’s visits. No longer would I be fucking virgins and their mothers. My escapades with barely legal teenage girls were in the past. But if you’ve read The New Neighborhood, you know how that worked out.