Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 155

That's a real man's work there, Missy, Mary said. "Now, don't go tell anyone about this. It's our little secret, okay."

Missy nodded, staring in amazement at Fiona's pussy. Mary opened the door and gave her a little shove then rounded on me, hands on her hips. Even angry, she looked stunning in her black dress. It was tight, clinging to her curves, and low cut to show off her freckled cleaved. Black stockings covered her shapely legs, held up by a garter belt, the clasps just peaking out from beneath her skirt's hem.

"You're supposed to behaving, Mark Glassner, Mary hissed in anger.

"Sorry, Mare," I sheepishly said. "I got horny."

Mary rolled her eyes. "When aren't you horny, Mark?"

I smiled. "Never," I retorted with a grin. "You're gorgeous, Mare. I love that dress on you." A smile cracked Mary's face.

"Well, have you got it out of your system, or do I need to worry about you sneaking out during dinner to stick it up some slut's ass?"

"T'll be good," promised.

Mary smacked Fiona's ass. "Wipe that cum up and get out there and serve." And then Mary grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the bathroom.

Shannon and Sean were excited to see Mary and Missy had this knowing smirk on her face when Fiona walked out looking a little flustered. But she didn't say anything. Shannon hugged her sister for a little longer than sisters normally hug, her hands stroking Mary's back a little more sensuous then you'd expect. Mary's wish to have all women desire her was working on her sisters, especially Shannon.

Dinner was a delicious, multi-course affair. Starting with a delicious potato soup, homemade of course, followed by an almond-topped salad. The main course was lemon and pepper roasted squab stuffed with a delicious, bread stuffing. Creamy mashed potatoes were served on the side, covered in a savory gravy. Wine flowed and soon everyone was laughing and having a good time. Sean was a funny guy, it turned out, loving to tell stories about all the stupidly funny things his students had done over the years.

Damien came out of his shell when when we discovered we both played Call of Duty. "Ghost is going to be whacked!" Damien exclaimed. "Gonna dominate on Xbox Livel" He was a nice kid once he got over his shyness. Missy sat next to him, nodding when Damien would say something, but she kept staring at me, that knowing smile on her face and a flush painting her cheeks red.

Shannon and her boyfriend George talked with Mary. Shannon had her eyes fixed on Mary's cleavage most of the time and every so often Mary would shiver. Mary leaned over and whispered that her sister was playing footsie with her underneath the table and every so often would get bold enough to rub her foot all the way to Mary's pussy, brushing her hard clit through the fabric of her panties.

George was oblivious to his girlfriends activities beneath the table. The talk turned to my supposed poker career and I made use of all the World Series of Pokers I had ever watched to bluff my way through the conversation. It was important to Mary that I didn't exert any unneeded control on her family.

When dessert was served, Mary excused herself to use the restroom and Shannon joined her. When Mary came back, her hair was a little mused and her lipstick smudged. I pulled her to me and kissed her and she whispered, "Shannon kissed me."

George kissed Shannon when she sat down and plates of chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream were brought out by Desiree herself and everyone praised her cooking. Sean insisted she join us and eat some of her cake, along with Fiona and Thamina.

"I am stuffed," Shannon said. "That was worth starving myself all day. But I'm going to have to spend an extra half hour at the gym to bum off that cake."

Another bottle of wine was broached, and somehow, to Mary's embarrassment, her dad started talking about her security blanket. Mr. Fuzzydown, was his name," Sean laughed, "and she carried it everywhere, tucked underneath her arm. When people asked her about it, she would say, "This is Mr. Fuzzydown, my butler. She had gotten it in her head that a butler protected people."

"I was four, dad," Mary blushed. "It was some stupid movie I watched as a kid, I think."

"She wouldn't even let her mother or I wash it." Sean said and Mary and her sisters fell silent. Sean cleared his throat, "Anyway, its getting late and I should be getting Damien home."

"Oh, its too early to go," Mary pouted. "Why don't you have Mark talk to Damien's parents, he'll straighten it out. He's very persuasive. If his poker career ever fails him, he could get into sales and make a killing. Besides, my sisters and I have some lady business to attend to."

"What?" Missy asked, excitedly.

Mary just smiled mysteriously at her little sister and turned to head upstairs. Shannon eagerly followed, probably hopping to continue their kiss, and Missy glanced at me, flushed, and then chased after Mary

After speaking with Damien's parents, us guys retired to the living room. "I have a present for you guys," I said. "Right now, Mary and her sisters are making love and I am about to go and join them."

All three started at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. "Not funny, man," George said, some heat to his voice.

"It's okay for Mary and I to have sex with them," I calmly told them. "You guy's don't mind. And I'm sure your girlfriends won't mind if you guys get laid tonight, either."

The sluts, Desiree, Fiona, and Thamina were lurking for my signal and came out, naked. Desiree had nut-brown skin and big breasts that swayed as she walked. Fiona's breasts were nice sized, smaller than Desiree, and topped with red nipples. A landing strip of fiery hair led down to her pussy. Thamina still wore her headscarf, her dusky breasts were topped with dark nipples and a V of black hair pointed down to her cunt.

"Sean, you're my future father-in-law, so why don't you choose first," I said.

Sean swallowed and glanced at me. "I...I haven't been with a woman since..." Since his wife left him.

I nodded. "Isn't it time to change that. Choose one and you'll have a night to remember."

"God, they're so beautiful," he groaned and chose Fiona.

Fiona's blue eyes sparkled with lust and she pushed Sean down into the recliner and draped herself across Sean's lap and started kissing him. Sean sat there rigid, for a moment, and then his arms wrapped around her and he was kissing her back just as passionately.