Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

One of David’s hands stole into my gash as he bunged me, and I felt it squishing in my cummy, bloody depths. He tweaked my nubbin with his clever fingers and I went all oozy and whiny where I squatted. Belinda took her hands off my tile and stuck the end of one breast into her mouth for some heavy sucking, and shoved my tit towards her while I thrust my ass in David’s direction, and before I knew it, it was all over.

For me, at least, I flew up the golden stairs, into the arms of a come that left me gasping for breath I couldn’t seem to capture, and if the two of them hadn’t been holding me, I think I’d have sprouted wings and gone straight out the bedroom window. But Belinda’s mouth was a firm anchor for my right tit, her hand gripping the other one furiously, arid David began to move his cock in strokes that were much less gentle than the ones just passed.

He gave it to me hard and hot now, slamming his groin against the curve of my ass, and I could only throb and wiggle as he rammed me. I was so far gone I couldn’t even feel the first gush of his cum when it flew from the end of his rod.

I could detect a sopping wetness in my asshole, and his cock seemed to be moving easier as it pumped short strokes, and it must have occurred to whatever remained of my conscious understanding that David was unloading his balls.

Both of them had a finger in my pie. It was almost as if I were being fucked front and back simultaneously, and it was out of sight. I humped and throbbed and moaned and cried and begged them not to stop, and they didn’t, not for a long, long time, but even the best of sex can’t last forever, more’s the pity.

So it was with us. When David’s cock left my asshole, it was limp and I was thankful, in a way. I didn’t have the power to do it again. Oh, I had the will, and I had the desire, but my body just wouldn’t respond. I was fucked flat, and so, I’m proud to say, were my new friends. My good friends. My best of friends. We lay side by side, our bodies recuperating, and we didn’t have to talk or touch. We were as close to being one soul as three people can ever be.

It was after ten that evening when we finally got up. My shorts and pants and top were washed and dried by now, and it was only fit that I should do the same for my body. So much as I hated to wash myself clean of the cum and love that had spurted on me and from me, I made my way to the bathroom and adjusted the shower to my temperature.

Belinda wanted to bathe, too, and she pointed out that it was more economical to shower with a friend, so I gladly stepped aside and made room for her. Once she got in, though, she couldn’t resist trying once more the erotic delights of tickling her shaven pubes on my hairy bush, and we started girl-fucking as we stood, bumping our cunts and grinding them together.

It was cute and fun, and it was even more fun when she showed me a little trick she’d invented. Her tits were delightfully full, and by twisting her head and lifting her tit in just a certain way, she was able to use her tongue an her own nipple, to suck the little pink tab to glisteny stiffness. What a lovely idea! I tried it, too, and though my neck felt as if it were about to break, I found that I could do it nearly as well as she could. Happily, I sucked my nipple, scraping it with my teeth, watching Belinda do the same. It must have occurred to both of us at the same time that if it was fun this way, it was more fun when she suckled mine and I nursed hers. So we were in one another’s arms, fingering, sucking, kissing, making so much noise at it that David came into the bathroom to see what was wrong.

Nothing was wrong. He hopped into the shower as soon as he saw what we were up to, and it was Belinda on her knees, grabbing his cock, sucking it fiercely while the water poured warmly upon her head, and then it was me shoving her out of the way so I could do it. And last of all it was David standing us both up against the inner wall of the shower and screwing us in swing-shift operation. First I got five or six long gliding strokes of his dong, and then Belinda got her turn, and then I was up to bat again. Insanity, but I wouldn’t have sold my place for a million dollars, then or ever.

Our bodies were slick and soapy. He couldn’t hold onto them because we were too wiggly for him, and we rocked in crazy sex. Belinda moaned and came as she felt David unload inside her. I bit my lip in envy, but it only lasted a second, because he jerked his rod out of her shuddering snatch and rammed it up mine, still squirting his creamy jizz. It boiled and oozed in my cunny and I came, too. And then it was all over. For that night, at least. We finished washing, sharing our shower stall in chastity, and we dressed, and David and Belinda drove me home, to Aunt Sue’s.

The house lights were off so they dropped me at the road and sped away, back to Athens. I had a key for the back door but not for the front, so I started around the edge of the house to let myself in. By some quirk in my nature I tend to incline right when I’m walking. I didn’t even think about walking left around the house, and I certainly didn’t think about Aunt Sue’s bedroom being on this side.

However, I couldn’t help noticing as I neared it that a light shone into the night from her window, and I suppose there’s a streak of curiosity in me. My head instinctively turned towards the open window as I passed it, and everything else was preordained.

Aunt Sue was on the far side of the room, looking at herself in her vanity mirror. That wasn’t so unusual I do it all the time. Most women keep an eye on their appearance, whenever a minor is handy. It’s nature. What stopped me in my tracks and kept me looking like a bonafide peeping Tom was the fact that Aunt Susan was totally naked.

I was outside in the dark; she couldn’t see me. But I could sure as hell see her, and it was like I was seeing her for the first time. Those baggy pants and sweat shirts she affected had left me with the vague impression she must be kinda fat and dumpy, body wise. She wasn’t. Not at all.

Aunt Susan was really very slim, her ass small, handsized, her legs good if not great. She reminded me of a fashion model, and her skin was very pale, as if she hadn’t let the sun kiss it for a long time. I don’t know what kept her from appearing sallow, unless it was a natural creaminess of flesh.

Her hair was bunned up, hot very attractively, and its mousy color detracted from the smooth white of her skin. She stared at herself in the mirror and she was cupping her tits in her hands, so fiercely that I couldn’t see their reflection in the polished glass for the covering of her palms. Aunt Susan turned abruptly, her hands falling to her sides, and now I saw that her tits were not bad either. They were fist-sized lumps, high set and nicely separated, with tiny nipples the color of ripe cherries, and they appeared to be exquisitely firm. And between her legs she had a small, dainty triangle of chestnut pussy fur, a puff of foliage at the apex of her white thighs.