I was driving my Buick Deuce Deuce 5 Exchangeable at a complete sixty down the
windy Freeway 66, heading eastern. My partner Terry was frigging herself in
the pole position. I drove one handed, drinking a container of Cold Creek water with
the various other. My cock was scrunched in my trousers; I wished to fuck the crap out
of her. We had 90 miles to go. I can draw over, obviously, however I desired a
bed.
“My butt itches,” Terry grumbled. “And also it’s also gusty.”
I stated “Your butt constantly itches, little lady. I’ll place the top up.”
I drew over to the roadside as well as she went out to search in the rear seats while
I awaited the exchangeable top to find up as well as lock. Terry returned with her
shoulder bag. I set up the home windows with the exception of mine which I exposed regarding a
third.
“Draw my dick out,” I informed her. She unzipped me as well as held it in her left hand.
She cooed. Terry enjoys my dick.
“Can I place my plug in?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m gonna fuck myself with this til we arrive,” Terry guaranteed me, drawing
out a butt plug/vibrator from her pouch.
“There” was the Sunlight Canyon Motel, regarding eighty miles in advance, at the foot of the
Diablo a Pica hills. I took Terry to numerous motels on weekend breaks, this one
was among our faves.
“Great suggestion, infant,” I stated with a smile. “Better put down a towel.”
My little fan fifty percent stood while laying out the towel as well as leaving her
panties, after that she gradually agonized herself down on the battery driven plug,
moaning as well as grunting at its progression. “It’s entering, Steve. It goes in
pretty very easy currently, huh? No surprise my butt itches!” Give thanks to god for smoked
windows.
“One day your cunt’s going impulse like that also,” I informed her, overlooking at her
crotch, appreciating that hairless pink nibble that I had actually thus far handled to deny
myself.
“Oh, Steve!” she grumbled, “You maintain teasing me regarding it however you never ever do it!
One of nowadays…..”
“Among nowadays what?”
“Well, if you won’t, after that possibly I’ll obtain another person that will, that’s what!”
She laughed. We both recognized she wouldn’t fuck about with an additional person, she was
too stuck on me. Though we’d just understood each various other for 6 months we were for
all intents as well as objectives a pair. Among my previous partners informed me at
lunch lately that Terry as well as I were so great with each other we imitated other half and
wife. Primarily, she consumed my cock as well as I fucked her butt, plus I ate those
tiny little bumps on her upper body. What a fuck.
For the following hr as well as a fifty percent I drove as well as she informed me regarding her butt. On and
on. “My butt requires large dicks.” “I’ve obtained a rounded one, don’t I Steve?”
“Steve, what do you believe? Did God design the butt initially or the dick?”
“Ooooo, Steve! I’m cumming in my butt currently, can you scent it?”
She had the damn vibe on so high it was driving her nuts. As soon as when I
passed on the left she rolled her home window down as well as shrieked at this old female in
a 92 Sundance “I’ve obtained a plug up my butt bitch!”
Of training course, she still lived in the house, with her alcoholic pole dancer of a mom,
but she spent many nights at my place. I have to thank Gena, Terry’s mother,
for the fact we’re together, because I first met Terry at Gena’s dance club,
when I went backstage to give Gena a large tip and see if I could arrange a
screw with her. She’d done a particularly bodacious table dance for me and I
wanted to put my cock in her.
Well, Terry was there with her, and I was speechless when I first saw her. She
was just so incredibly pretty and sexy too, in a hard to define way. Her hair
was so fine and so honestly blonde. She didn’t wear makeup–Gena wore enough
for two women!–however her cheeks and lips were a natural rosy pink.
I haltingly explained to Gena how much I had enjoyed her “work”, and my eyes
kept moving back and forth from mother to daughter. Gena sat at her vanity
totally relaxed, scouring off her stage makeup and changing into casual
clothes. Her breasts were naked. They were huge, just barely stretch-marked,
and they looked natural to me.
“Oh, you can talk if you want Mister,” the girl said, “I’ve been here before, I
don’t mind.” Terry was wearing a short peach dress, white socks and black
saddle shoes. She had a black ribbon around her throat and a black bow on top
of her hair.
“Well, are you interested in a fuck, is that it?” Gena said finally. She lit
up a cigarette and to my amazement Terry stood up and took one too, lighting it
like she’d smoked all her life.
“Well, uh…..”
“It’s a hundred dollars up front,” Terry said casually, as if pimping for her
mom was the most normal thing in the world.
I was beginning to freak out. I’d had two $6 beers and my head was spinning.
But I really wanted to get into Gena’s shaved cunt. I wanted her to sit on my
face. At the same time I wondered about the girl.
We made a deal, I passed the bill, and Gena told me to follow her. She drove a
midnight blue ’78 Camaro that was difficult to see in the dark, so I kept the
taillights in view. It was just a couple miles, and we came to a trailer
court. Well, not much of a court, two trailers and a dumpster. The neighbor
was about 200 feet away and had a primer GMC pickup parked out front.
A skinny cat slithered up from the steps and brushed against Gena’s legs and
meowed angrily, hungry no doubt. “I’ll feed Roger, Mommy,” Terry said, “You
two go on in and get started, I’ll be in soon.”
My heart leapt at the hint of that statement. Could it be possible Terry would
watch?
Gena set her purse down and took off her short coat. “Okay, do you want to do
it in here or the bedroom?”
“In here,” I said. “By the way, my name is Steve.”
“Hi, Steve. I need a drink. Would you like something?”
“Beer?”
“Sure.” She went to the refrigerator and got out three bottles of Corona.
We drank our beers and sat on the couch necking a bit, and I couldn’t keep my
hand of Gena’s tits. She helped by unbuttoning the straining blouse and we
managed to work off her bra together. I was kissing her with one hand on a big
tit when Terry came back in. She shut the aluminum door quietly so as not to
disturb but my eyes went to her anyway, and she smiled at me. She was a little
flushed. Damn what a cute k*d!
My cock was hard, felt like a cudgel, I wanted to fuck soon, and Gena was
rubbing it through my pants.
Terry went into the kitchen and returned with a bag of doritos. She took the
spare beer off the coffee table and sat opposite us. “Can I watch TV?” she
asked.
“No, honey, I’m working now,” Gena said, breaking our kiss. “If you want to
watch us that’s okay, is it Steve? But no TV.”
I was more flustered than ever before in my life. Terry gave me that winning
smile again and lit up another smoke. Fuck, this k*d drinks beer and smokes
Mores, what else does she do?
“Uh, well, Gena, I never did it in front of someone else before, but,
well…..”
“I like to watch,” Terry spoke up. “I can go to bed if you want, but I’d
rather sit up and watch. Plus I wanna finish some beers. ‘S’up to you.”
“She does like to watch, Steve,” Gena told me, taking my moist hand off her
breast and licking my palm, then kissing me again.
“Fuck, this is too much!” I whispered, hot and overcome.
“Well?” Terry said.
“It’s a deal.” I lay back against the couch and began to get my pants off.
Gena stood up and pulled off her gray wool sweater under which, give thanks to god, she
was bare, and then unzipped and shrugged off her capri pants. Damn, her ass
was even better than I remembered it. Soft, white globes, just begging for
squeezing.
Gena leaned over and took me in her mouth. Terry sat eating her chips–crunch,
crunch–and swilling her beer. She took a drag off her cigarette and coughed
lightly.
Gena made a lot of noise, slurping, and she worked her head like a gyroscope.
It was a fabulous suck and normally I’d be happy with a blow job this good for
the money, but her pussy was on the plate and I intended to save myself for
that.
“How the fuck big is that Steve?” Terry asked me, leaning forward to look
closely.
I told her it was eight and a half. She let out a low whistle. “Neat.”
My concentration was interrupted when Roger, the skanky cat, jumped up on the
arm of the couch and began preening himself against one of Gena’s jugs. She
picked up the cat and dropped him on the floor. “Terry, put him out, I told
you he’s an outside cat. I don’t want him scratching up the furniture.”
“Okay Mom,” Terry said somewhat petulantly. She picked up Roger and stroked
his fur lovingly, kissed him on the head between the ears and reluctantly
f****d him out the door.
While she was doing this I was pawing Gena’s tits with one hand and fingering
her hole with the other and I asked her if she let Terry watch all the time.
“Terry is curious now. Girls are at that age. If you’re up to it you can
screw her butt for another hundred.”
“You’re kidding!”
It was then I first heard Terry say it. “My butt itches. It’s the only thing
that helps. I like to butt-fuck.”
I was nearly sick. This k*d Terry was like the hottest little bitch I’d ever
laid eyes on. Her mom who was maybe 25 at the outside had humongous melons
and the libido of a character out of de Sade.
“You let her fuck?” I almost screamed, before burying my face in Gena’s tits
again.
Gena laughed.
“Mister, do you have kids?”
“I’m only 22,” I said. My cock was almost crying.
“Well, if you ever do, remember this: you can’t stop a 10 year old. So, you
want me to send her to her bedroom?”
I got up off the couch, my dick wagging in Gena’s face. Terry looked at it
glassy eyed.
“No, I’ll fuck the little bitch up the ass,” I decided.
Gena smiled, reaching for her purse. Good thing I’d just gotten paid.
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