Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: Texas
|Introduction: A man dates a woman who does something a little... unusual.|
I’m Patrick. This happened to me when I was in my early thirties, and at the prime of my life. I’d been going to the gym a lot, toning up, shedding some pounds, that sort of thing. I stood six-two, and had developed a body that wasn’t muscular, but well-defined. For perhaps the first time in my life I was comfortable – and more importantly – confident in how I looked, and it showed. I noticed a lot more attention from the fairer sex around those years.
I first met Gwen at the health club when she took the treadmill next to mine. We introduced ourselves and made friendly chitchat, as you do, but it wasn’t long at all before we started flirting. Light stuff at first, little compliments and such. Testing the waters, if you will, to be sure the other would be receptive. And we were; I certainly was right from the start. Gwen was a knockout. She was tall and had curly blonde hair, and a body she very obviously enjoyed and took care of. Her skin was smooth with a light bronze dust that spoke of at least some time spent outdoors in the sun, and her deliciously-curved body was accentuated by her tight workout clothes. She favored black Spandex tights over her long, long legs and a sports bra, and nothing else. Every time I saw her it was a fight to look her in the face when I spoke – I would have much rather dropped my gaze to her rather impressive rack or big round butt. Mind you, her face was nothing unpleasant to look at either, quite the opposite; it was round and youthful, with deep dimples and stunning blue eyes.
Before too long we were seeing each other outside the gym, and then dating formally. She quickly became one of the best friends I’d ever had, and I found myself attracted to her not just on a physical level; she was, without a doubt, the most intelligent and quick-witted woman I had ever met.
Gwen was an absolute demon in the sack. She was lustful, playful, creative, and always open to new ideas. But even more than that, it was the way she made me feel, both in and out of bed. She never hid how much she cared for me – not from friends or coworkers or family – and never hid how much she desired me. It’s a wonderful feeling, to feel wanted.
I began to feel like I’d known her all my life; sometimes we’d talk for hours and hours, staying up all night at restaurants or curled together naked on the bed. A frequent subject was her daughter, Lara, whom Gwen had had through her now-divorced husband. For a while I knew little about her except through her mother, until Gwen decided that our relationship had gotten serious enough for the three of them to start really spending some time together. The three of us went out for dinner and I got my first real chance to talk with Lara. I found her remarkably amicable and easy to talk to, not the shy or surly teenager I’d expected. From then on, we were all pretty tight-knit.
I began to spend more and more nights over at Gwen and Lara’s house, instead of at my own apartment. I was a little worried about this at first, as Gwen and I had a healthy and… ahem… enthusiastic sex life, and I didn’t want Lara to feel awkward about it. But Gwen kept reassuring me that Lara knew exactly what they were doing and that she wasn’t bothered by it in the least, and since I heard no complaint or sensed any discomfort from Lara I eventually stopped worrying.
Life was great for the better part of a year, before things got a little… unusual.
It was a Friday night, and Gwen, Lara, and I were all going out to dinner at this Italian place fancy enough to warrant dressing up for it. I wore basically what I wore for work: dark slacks, white shirt, tie. But the girls…
Gwen came gliding down the stairs in a strapless champagne-colored dress. It might have been demure and conservative, except that it held her ample breasts up through some kind of feminine garment sorcery and gave her even more cleavage than she normally had, and it was slit up one side just inches shy of an indecent height, revealing bare, silky legs.
Lara followed three stairs behind. She and Gwen might have been sisters, for how alike they looked. Lara was a slightly more slender, younger version of her mother. Her hair was darker and not as curly, but she’d tied it up into an elaborate and decorative pile. She didn’t have her mother’s hips, but her only-slightly-smaller breasts were firm and pert. She wore a black spaghetti-strap cocktail dress, which, while it covered her decently, clung to her tight enough to not leave a whole lot to the imagination. I felt a little guilty for thinking her every bit as smoking hot as her mother, but it was true.
We went to dinner and had a lovely time, talking about work, school, local news. Thing were going perfectly normally, until we came back to the house…
“Goodnight, you two!” Lara called teasingly as she shut the door to her room. Gwen and I, locked in a rather passionate kiss, found it difficult to answer right away, but eventually I managed to shout out a “Guhhfnnihh!” in response. I dimly heard Lara’s answering laugh.
She was not bothered by my and her mother’s actions; this was by no means the first time she’d seen it. Nor was it the least she’d seen us do – she’d once accidentally walked in on Gwen, topless, straddling my legs and undoing the button on my jeans. We’d both looked up in shock at her entrance, but Lara had just grinned and said, “Try not to hurt him, okay, Mom?” and shut the door. Like I said: she knew perfectly well what we were doing, and was apparently just fine with it.
Anyway, we managed to kick the door mostly shut and stood there with our arms wrapped around each other, kissing and tasting each other’s tongue. I thought I recognized the mood Gwen was in, the one where she didn’t want any foreplay, or slow undressing, or oral sex, the one where all she wanted was just some good, hard, mindless fucking. And I would have been only too happy to oblige, except that tonight, she pulled back, and looked up at me.
“What do you think of my daughter?” she asked.
I frowned. Why the hell were we talking about her daughter now? There was sex to be had!
She must have read my expression, because she smiled and said, “Sorry, it’s just that I haven’t gotten a chance to ask you. You’re both important to me, and I need to know.”
Sigh. All right. “She’s wonderful,” I answered truthfully. “She’s smart, funny. She’s a good kid.”
“Do you think she’s pretty?”
I laughed. “She’s beautiful. Just like her mom.”
Gwen’s smile turned into a grin. “So you like her, then?”
“Of course I do. You know that.”
“Good.” And then she fixed me with a devilish look. “You wanna fuck her?”
Man. The first question threw me off. This one actually made me flinch back in surprise. “Excuse me?”
Her expression did not change. “It’s a simple question. Do. You want. To fuck her?”
“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”
Gwen raised an eyebrow. “You think I didn’t notice you staring at her all night? Not that I blame you, she looked hot in that dress, didn’t she?”
“I. Um.” I looked around for the hidden camera, because I was surely on some sort of prank TV show.
“And haven’t I heard you say that if you were younger, you’d ‘go after her in a heartbeat’?”
“See, what I meant was-“
“Patrick, look at me. Look at me. Now answer the question.”
“But… I…” I shook my head and started pacing around the room. “But she’s your daughter!”
“So? We fuck all the time.”
“Yeah, but that’s different! What does our sex life have to do with Lara?” I practically yelled, certain that I had somehow gone completely mad. At least, one of us had.
She shook her head. “No, I meant ‘we’ as in ‘Lara and I’.”
I stopped. My feet, and my heart. I did not just hear that. “You and…”
“That’s right.” She smiled as if what she’d said were perfectly normal, as if she’d just said she and her daughter had gone to the hair salon.
Despite how agitated I was, mental pictures flashed through my brain, allowing me a glimpse of very forbidden… activities, and, God help me, I felt a slight stirring down below. “You… and Lara…”
She came over to me and slipped her arms around my waist again. “Frequently.” I recognized the throaty tone in her voice that meant she was getting turned on.
I shook my head, incredulous. “Frequently?”
“A couple times a week, at least.”
I reeled in shock. “Come here,” Gwen said, sitting down on the bed and patting the space beside her. I sunk down, not really knowing what else to do. I was freaked, sure; this was very far from normal. But something deep down inside raised its eyebrows in keen interest at the idea. Sex between a mother and her daughter. This was the ultimate taboo, something wild and irrevocably dirty. And Gwen was asking me to be a part of it. I didn’t know whether to run out the door screaming, or if I should feel like the luckiest man alive.
“How… uh…” I began. “How did you two… um…”
“I walked in on her masturbating,” she explained. “I went into her room early one morning to see if she needed any laundry done, and there she was, naked on her bed.”
I could not help but picture this wonderful image, could not help but see Lara’s fingers plunging into her young pussy, her naked body writhing in pleasure. I blinked, and made myself dismiss the image. This was my girlfriend’s daughter, for God’s sake!
“She was mortified, of course,” Gwen went on, smiling at the memory, “until I told her that she had nothing to be ashamed of, that nearly everyone did it.”
Well, that was good, at least. I was a firm believer that masturbation was not only normal, but healthy.
“I told her that I did it, too. She relaxed, after that, and we started talking about it, how we did it, how often, where… I started describing how I did it, but she didn’t understand everything I was saying, so I, uh, gave her a demonstration.”
I swallowed. Oh God. I could just see it: Gwen sliding her panties off, putting her feet up beside her on the bed, showing her most intimate parts to Lara. I had to reach up and loosen my tie.
“She said she still didn’t get it,” Gwen rolled her eyes, “and so I just kind of reached over and… you know… helped her out.” She shrugged. “It… went on from there. One thing just sort of led to another. We both enjoyed it. And we didn’t see any reason to stop, so we kept doing it. We’ve been doing it ever since.”
“Helping each other out.”
Gwen gave me another wicked smile. “Sometimes you just can’t get there on your own,” she said. Her smile faded. “Look, I know it’s not… normal.”
“You can say that again!”
“Listen to me, will you?” When she was sure I wasn’t going to say anything else, she went on. “I know it’s not normal. But I love my daughter. I would do anything for her. We’ve always been very close. Before you started sleeping here more often, we wouldn’t even always wear clothes around each other. We’re just comfortable with each other; it just sort of felt like a natural progression of our relationship. And she’s old enough to make her own decisions about this sort of thing. If she wanted me to stop, I would, and vice versa.”
Put that way, she made it sound so… commonplace. Now I didn’t know what to think.
Gwen kept going. “We talk about sex a lot – both the kind that we have, and in general. She knew a long time ago that I was looking for a man in my life. I enjoy the sex I have with my daughter. And I enjoy the sex I have with you. I like you. A lot. But there’s no way I could have a relationship with a man who wasn’t comfortable with my daughter and I. You both are very important parts of my life, sexually speaking, and I was hoping to, um… not keep them separate anymore.”
The last of my doubts raised its hand for attention. “And what does Lara think about all this?”
Gwen raised her eyebrow. “It was her idea.” Then she grabbed my collar, leaned over, and kissed me, inhaling sharply as she did so – as sure sign she was turned on. My God. She was serious about this. She broke the kiss and, with her eyes still closed, whispered, “I want to watch you fuck my daughter.”
I couldn’t believe this. My gorgeous, wonderful girlfriend was asking me – practically begging me – to have sex with her gorgeous, wonderful, teenage daughter! “I…” I didn’t know what to say, but after a moment I settled on grinning like an idiot and saying, “I don’t think I could possibly refuse.”
Gwen’s face lit up, with both joy and lust, and she kissed me with renewed vigor, making hungry little growling sounds as she climbed on top of me and pressed her body against mine. After a minute she broke the kiss, jabbed a finger on my chest, and growled, “Don’t move.”
Gwen jumped off me, opened the door, stepped lightly down the hall and rapped on Lara’s door. “Lara, sweetie? Are you still up?” I watched light spill out as Lara opened her door a crack; I couldn’t see her from where I was.
“Yeah?” I heard Lara ask.
Gwen was just grinning at her. “You wanna come have some fun with Patrick and me?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
The door opened wider, and Lara followed her mother back into the bedroom with a smile. She had changed out of the black dress; now she wore a pair of duck-yellow pajama pants and a thin, threadbare T-shirt. The faded logo was horribly warped around the shape of her breasts, and her nipples, while not exactly erect, were clearly visible.
Lara raised an eyebrow at me, then glanced at her mother. “Did you tell him?”
“I sure did,” Gwen replied, giving me an almost-identical smile.
“He doesn’t look very excited.”
“Maybe he just needs some convincing.”
And with that, Lara cupped her mother’s chin and kissed her. And this was not the kiss a daughter gives a mother. This was the kind of kiss Gwen gave me right before clothes started coming off, complete with tongue and roaming hands. And sure enough, after a second Lara’s hand found the zipper on Gwen’s dress, and started pulling it down. One of Gwen’s hands slipped underneath Lara’s T-shirt, and the other was cupping an ass cheek. After a while they stopped, and looked at me.
“I dunno,” Gwen said, moving to the side, “he still doesn’t look very excited.”
Lara grinned. “I think I can take care of that.” She crossed her arms and in one smooth motion pulled her shirt up over her head. Her naked tits stood out proudly, bouncing ever so softly as they came to rest.
“You have to understand,” I said, stammering a little, “this is kinda weird for me.”
“Hey,” Lara said, pulling the drawstring on her pants loose. “Are we gonna talk, or are we gonna fuck?” I shut up. “Good boy,” she nodded.
She dropped the pants. Oh dear God, she was wearing a thong. A tiny slip of black covered the smallest of triangles between her legs; otherwise she was totally naked. And then that, too, was gone. I stared; I couldn’t help it. Where Gwen had trimmed her pussy hair neatly, Lara had shaved it all completely off. I drunk in the sight, watched transfixed as she sauntered over to me, deliberately crossing her legs as she walked so that her hips swayed provocatively, smiling as she watched me watch her.
She knelt down and, staring up into my eyes, started to unfasten my slacks.
Oh God. OhGodohGodohGod. She was gonna do it. My girlfriend’s teenage daughter was going to fuck me.
Lara undid my pants and tugged them down with some urgency, freeing my cock. It wasn’t the longest one in the world, but it was thick, which Gwen had told me she liked better, anyway. By the time Lara got it out it was totally erect.
“Jeez, Mom, you weren’t kidding,” said Lara.
“I told you!” Gwen’s voice rang out from the closet.
“You talk to your daughter about…” I floundered and gestured at my crotch, and settled on, “me?”
“All the time,” Lara said, gently stroking the shaft and sending a shiver through me. “She’s told me all about what you like.”
“Oh?” I managed.
“Mmm-hmm,” Lara smiled wickedly, biting her lower lip, and then she bowed her head and took my waiting cock into her mouth.
“OhhhHOOhh, my God.” Lara’s warm, wet mouth enveloped me, and she immediately started bobbing her head back and forth. My hips shivered and bucked involuntarily at the sudden sensation, but Lara stayed put, keeping me inside her, lashing the head of my dick with her tongue and stroking the shaft with one hand.
Lara was good. So good, in fact, that I barely noticed when Gwen slid up behind me. She pressed her warm body up against my back, laid her hands on my shoulders, and gave me a nibbling kiss on the ear. “How does that feel?” she whispered.
“Ohh, it’s very good,” I breathed.
Gwen’s hands slipped around me, removed my tie, and started working on the buttons of my shirt. “Do you like my little girl sucking your cock?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Lara laughed quietly at that; the vibrations caused several muscles to twitch. I combed the fingers of one hand through her hair and held onto the back of her head, getting into the rhythm. Gwen got my shirt off and kissed my neck and shoulders as she pressed her body up against mine – I could feel the warmth of her skin, the hardness of her nipples.
“Baby?” Gwen said after a minute. “Why don’t you help me get Patrick’s pants off? Then you and he can have some real fun.”
Much to my dismay Lara immediately obeyed, drawing her head away from my dick with a slurp and standing up. She held her hands out to me and I took them, and she pulled me up to stand. Two pairs of hands wiggled my pants and boxers down my legs and off, and I’d kicked off my shoes and socks long ago. I glanced back at Gwen to confirm what I’d suspected: that now, all of us were naked.
Gwen’s naked body was subtly different from Lara’s. Lara was lithe and thin, and her breasts seemed nearly too large for her. Gwen’s carefully-toned body was all smooth curves, and her heavier breasts had areolae a much darker pink than her daughter’s. But they were both beautiful, and sexy as hell, and both looked eager to fuck the night away.
I’d made up my mind: I was definitely the luckiest man alive.
Lara pushed me, gently. My legs immediately hit the side of the bed and I fell flat onto my back. Gwen gracefully moved out of the way, and gave Lara a supporting hand as she crawled up on top of me. She sat there, astride my stomach, and leaned forward. We kissed a kiss no thirty-something-year-old man had any business giving to a teenage girl, while her mother looked on.
And then Lara deftly slipped my cock inside her naked pussy, and we started fucking.
It was unbelievable. Lara’s pussy was tight, so tight, but hot and slick with arousal. She planted her hands on my chest, tilted her head back with an expression of the purest ecstasy on her face, and rolled her hips back and forth like a pro. My hands – they seemed to big, compared to her thin little slip of a body – traveled up her thighs to her hips, her waist, and finally grabbed onto those gorgeous, perky tits. She cried out when I started rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her rocking body came to a stop and she shifted position, placing her feet flat on the bed on either side of me, and with this new leverage started pounding herself down onto me all the harder.
I looked over at Gwen. She was sitting, leaning back with her knees spread wide, using one arm for support. The other was at her pussy, two fingers buried inside, moving faster and faster. We had masturbated for each other before, but I had never seen her do it like this. Before, she had looked into my eyes the entire time, spreading the lips wide with her fingers and teasing her clit, slowly, gradually bringing herself to a climax. This was… primal. Animalistic. She wasn’t doing this for me, but for herself. I’d only seen that look of intense concentration a few times before, and it was when she just wanted to come, in the quickest and hardest way possible.
That was it for me. Between Gwen gasping and Lara thrusting herself onto my dick hard enough to make the bedsprings creak in protest, I felt the familiar buildup low in my abdomen.
Oh, shit – I was fucking this teenage girl without protection!
“Lara!” I tried to think about cold showers. “I’m gonna-“
Both Gwen and Lara cried, “It’s okay!” at the same time. Gwen followed this with, “Fuck her, Patrick!”
Well, who was I to argue?
My hands descended from Lara’s breasts to her hips. Gripping her, digging my fingers into her ass cheeks, I thrust myself up into her as hard and as fast as I could. Lara gave a sharp cry at each one and she held on for dear life. I let out a wordless groan as I came, straining to force myself deeper into Lara’s body so hard my whole body shuddered with the effort.
And then I collapsed, spent, hauling air into my lungs. Almost immediately, Gwen sat up, pressing herself against her daughter, grabbing tight to one of her breasts, placing openmouthed kisses on her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, her chest. “Sit back,” she moaned. “Open up for me, baby. Let me taste you.”
Lara obediently lifted off of my now-only-partially-erect dick, sat down, and spread her legs wide. Gwen, on her knees, kept trailing her kisses lower and lower on her daughter’s body, until her mouth descended onto her pussy. Lara’s head rolled back and she let out a throaty groan as her mother lapped up her pussy juices and my come alike. “Oooo, yeah, Mommy,” came Lara’s whimpered words. “Oh, that’s good, that’s really good…”
Even ignoring the fact that these two unbelievably sexy women were mother and daughter, and that this was so very erotically wrong, it was still one of the hottest things I had ever seen. Certainly the hottest I had ever been a part of. I’d never had a threesome before, and now here I was, watching my girlfriend as she ate out the pussy of the young woman that I had just fucked!
It didn’t take much of this for my cock to spring back to life. I knew it was going to be sensitive so soon after coming, but I didn’t care. Lara opened one eye when I started to get up. “Fuck her from behind,” she said through gritted teeth. “She likes it from behind. Fuck her hard.”
I grinned at her. “Of course,” I said.
Gwen slid her knees a little back and raised her ass into the air, silently urging me on. I didn’t make her wait. I knelt down behind her, lined the head of my dick up with her pussy – God it was wet, it was almost running down her legs! – and shoved it in.
I was rewarded with a muffled cry from between Lara’s legs. I pulled back and shoved it back in again, quick and hard, setting a steady pace. Her pussy was looser than Lara’s, of course, it had been stretched by our regular sexual encounters to accommodate my dick well, but it was no less heavenly. Gwen let loose a steady string of moans into Lara’s pussy, and Lara, in turn, pressed her mother’s head harder into her, and lifted her legs up and crossed them over the small of her mother’s back. I saw Gwen’s hands slide forward and turn up to grip her daughter’s ass, tight enough to gouge nail marks into her tender flesh. If this hurt Lara, she made no complaint.
Pretty soon Lara’s cries came faster, and began rising steadily in pitch. Her face pinched, her muscles locked, and she held onto Gwen for what seemed like eternity… and then she came, not noisily, but with a tremendous sigh of relief, and release. Like her mother did when she had an orgasm, her face, neck, shoulders, and upper chest immediately began to flush. Her legs and arms unclasped, and after a couple of deep breaths she moved away from Gwen.
I didn’t let up what I was doing, and Gwen made no move or sound to stop me. She just pressed her upper body onto the bed, her face turned to the side, and cried out in time with my thrusts in sheer pleasure.
Lara watched us for a time, idly stroking her breasts, and then looked up at me with a smile. “I think it’s time to make Mommy come now, what do you say?”
I grinned at her. “What did you have in mind?”
I slipped my dick out of Gwen, much to her dismay, and looked to Lara for instruction. She indicated that I sit upright, against the headboard, supported by the pillows. Then she helped her mother up, and guided her over to me, where she sat back on me in reverse-cowgirl position. She settled onto my swollen cock and leaned back into my waiting arms, and we started fucking slowly. She twisted her head enough for us to kiss, and when she felt my hands slip around to cup her breasts, her hands reached back to thread through my hair.
I obligingly lifted my hand aside when I felt Lara’s lips at her mother’s chest, and I could tell – even though I couldn’t see it – she was sucking on Gwen’s breast. Gwen moaned against my mouth, and pulled my head harder against hers. Lara’s head gradually lowered, down to Gwen’s stomach, her navel, and downward. Gwen’s moans became urgent screams. Occasionally, I would feel Lara’s tongue on the base of my cock as it lapped at her mother’s vagina, and her fingers gently rolled my balls around.
Gwen pulled away from my mouth, but did not move her hands. Her eyes slid closed and her head rolled forward lazily. “That’s right, baby,” she urged. “Oh, that’s right, baby, lick Mama’s clit. Oh, Patrick, Lara, this feels so good, oh my God I’ve never felt anything like this before, oh this is so good. Oh, that’s it, baby, right there, oh, please, Patrick, faster, Lara, sweetie, baby, keep going, I’m almost there.” I obediently followed Gwen’s requests; I assume Lara did too, because soon Gwen’s voice got louder. “Oh, that’s it, yes, yes, oh, don’t you dare stop, don’t you dare stop, Patrick. Oh, fffffffuck me! Oh, yes, Lara, baby, keep it up… That’s it… That’s it! Yes! Yes!”
Gwen let loose with a guttural, wordless cry and her whole body thrashed. Her pussy contracted around my cock, and this, combined with Lara’s attentions, drew another orgasm I hadn’t been expecting so soon from me. So while Gwen was arcing backwards and crying up to the ceiling, I was spewing more come up into her.
And then it passed. Gwen shook and she let out a weak little laugh from the adrenaline. “Oh, my, that was… that was soooo gooooood…” She leaned back, kissing me, and then forward, kissing her daughter, back and forth. “Oh, thank you, Patrick. Thank you Lara, sweetie. Oh, I love you. Oh, I love you too.”
Lara, grinning, came up on her hands and knees and leaned past her mother’s shoulders to kiss me, too, and then all three of us shared an awkward – but very nice – three-way kiss.
We lay there for a time, me in the center, Lara curled up under my right arm and Gwen stretched out, leaning on one elbow, on my left, and there we entered an unusual agreement. The girls invited me to live with them, permanently, as long as we could all sleep with whoever we wanted, whenever we wanted: I could fuck my girlfriend, or her daughter, or the two of them could have sex with each other, or – and we saw this happening a lot – the three of us would all get together and fuck each others’ brains out. In fact, to commemorate the agreement, that’s just what we did, long into the night.
-Part three of The Four Day Weekend IS coming, I swear it! As always, your comments and feedback are greadly appreciated. Hope you enjoyed it.
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