Keywords: Fantasies, 09, Ch., Fulfilled,
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.fucking hell; sorry, sorry
Rachel stood on the bed, she was totally naked her arms were raised and her head was struggling to get through the neck hole of a silken garment of some sort. Her perfect tits jiggled and her hips swayed either side of her clean shaven slit.
Shocked by his sudden intrusion, and off balance with here head and arms in the vice like grip of the top she was trying to master she fell backwards and off the far side of the bed, landing out of sight with a mighty thump.
Gavin dashed across the room and bed. "Are you OK?"
Rachel was face down, she was not moving.
"Are you OK?"
Nothing.
"Rachel, are you OK." He leant down and carefully touched her shoulder.
"Oh, God what am I supposed to do?" He thought aloud.
Gently he rolled her over to see her face.
Rachel could not keep up the pretence any longer and giggled, then laughed aloud.
"Gottcha," she blurted.
Relieved he sat back on the edge of the bed. Rachel continued to writhe on the floor, laughing.
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have barged in like that." He could not help but stare as the naked Rachel rose onto her heels and then stood before him, still laughing. His eyes were level with her slit. He suddenly felt very embarrassed and seedy. He should not be here ogling this teenager. His age, his body, his mistress in the next room were all against him remaining in her presence, yet for some strange reason his cock seemed to be saying "Stay right here and get an eyeful of that," and for a strange reason he did.
"I guess this makes us even, I got to see you naked and now you've seen me." She said.
He tore his eyes from the flat belly and perfectly smooth mound with the slightly protruding thin black lips, up past the mild six-pack abdomen to the pearly white smile and glistening eyes looking down at him between the perfect black nippled breasts that tremored just above his head.
"I think I got the better of the deal," he said earnestly.
"Thank you," she said, "but I can tell you kept in pretty good shape when you were young."
"A while back maybe." He replied. She was wrong, he had had been born this way, he never changed, never fantastic never terrible. He had tried working out, it did not make muscle, it made him tired, he remained five short of a six-pack.
"Do you like my body Mr. B?" She asked.
"Rachel, I can honestly say without a shadow of a doubt that you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." He was not lying. She was flawless.
"Oh that's very sweet of you." Rachel leant down and kissed the top of his head, in doing so her breasts rubbed in his face.
"I've got to go," he said; his legs disagreed.
"Stay and help me choose an outfit."
"Paula's in the next room."
"Is she? I like Fiona's mum, she's really cool."
"Perhaps she could help you choose."
"I'm dressing for a boy, I think you would be of more help."
"I really need to get some coffee." His discomfort with the situation finally got the upper hand over his penis. He stood and left the room taking a last lingering look at the perfect frame of Rachel.
His cock was once again achingly hard. It did not want coffee it wanted cunt. It took him straight back to the sleeping Paula, and pulled the sheet away to uncover her naked body. he removed his jeans and climbed onto the bed next to her and suckled on her nipples. Paula awoke with a start.
"Hello, this is a nice way to wake up."
"I want you."
"Then take what you want." Paula smiled and opened her legs, he climbed between them. Her hand slipped between their bodies seeking out his cock. She gave a satisfied mumble of approval when she felt how hard it was. She guided the head to her open vagina.
"Give it to me." She whispered in his ear, "just slide your cock inside me."
Gavin once again thrust his cock into Paula, they both exhaled a satisfied "ahhhh."
They began a steady rhythmic thrusting of their pelvises; Paula clung to him and closed her eyes as she concentrated on the friction being built up inside her aching cunt walls. Gavin was thinking of Rachel, her perfect young black athletic frame writhing under each thrust of his gigantic white cock.
Rachel had heard the unmistakable noises of love making the first time they had fucked; she had snuck along the landing to listen at the door. Listening had made her quite horny.
When she again heard the grunts and moans, she had again crept along the landing to listen at the door but this time she had found it to be wide open. She peered around the doorframe and saw Gavin's tight bum thrust forward to deliver a man-sized portion to Mrs B.
Rachel watched them fuck. Mrs. B. clearly enjoying her delivery of man meat, the noise, smell and view made her very wet. Rachel had a bit of a crush on Paula, she thought she was really cool and in good shape for her many years. She was as interested in seeing Paula being fucked as she was in seeing the cock of her husband.
She openly stood in the doorway, she was still naked. If Gavin looked slightly to his left he would see her playing with her tits, pulling on her hard black rubbery nipples. If he looked now he would see her thrusting two long fingers into her freely lubricating inner pink sanctum. She pushed her fingers into herself in time with his pelvic thrusts. Rachel could see his balls slapping against Paula's bum. Paula was moaning loudly, "Yes, yes, yes, Yes."
With Gavin on top of her, Paula could not see Rachel as she masturbated herself in the doorway. "Fuck me, Gavin, Fuck me." Her orgasm was fast approaching, she was grinding her clitoris hard against the base of his cock, "you're so fucking hard. Fuck me Gavin, give it to me."
Spurred on by her cries, Gavin thrust harder and tried to get even deeper into Paula's squeezing vagina.
"GAVIN?" Rachel exclaimed aloud, "Fiona's dad is called Greg."
The two lovers stopped in mid thrust. They opened their eyes and looked quizzically at each other. Wondering how and why the other had said such a thing.
Rachel was kicking herself, why had she said that? Why? Why? It had simply been a shock to hear Mrs B. calling out "Gavin". It had been too confusing, in here own head she had been calling "Greg".
Gavin looked over his shoulder, towards the door; Paula propped up on her elbows and looked also. Rachel grinned her pearly white grin back at them.
"Rachel!" cried Paula, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"It's OK, I won't tell anyone," offered Rachel, The enormous awkward embarrassment of the situation hit her like a train, she was beginning to cry.
Gavin withdrew his cock from Paula's slippery hole. He spun his legs around to sit up on the edge of the bed. "Rachel, it's OK don't worry, you're not in trouble." He lifted the sheet that had fallen on the floor and beckoned for her to come to him. She walked across the room and sat next to him. He wrapped her in the sheet.
Paula was not so understanding. "Rachel, what are you doing here? Where's Fiona? Where are you're clothes? What are you doing?"
"Calm down," Gavin said, "don't worry."
He explained the presence of Rachel in the house to Paula, and why it would be best if Rachel forgot that he had been here.
"So knowing my daughters eighteen year old best friend is in the next room you come in here and start making love to me with the door wide open." Paula scolded.
"Well I wouldn't put it like that exactly."
"How would you put it?"
"I'd put it in a way that I can't think of right now, that wouldn't make me look such a fucking arse hole."
Paula and Rachel laughed.
"Men!" Paula exclaimed, "Rachel, learn one thing today. Men are ruled by what's in their trousers, it's not their fault it's just the way they are. Flash them a pair of tits and they become mindless idiots."
Paula leaned around Gavin and touched Rachel on the knee, "Your tits are very nice by the way."
"Thank you Mrs B."
"Given the state of our undress, you may call me Paula."
"Thanks Paula."
"Now I think we had all better get dressed before anyone else turns up."
Gavin looked and felt disappointed.
"What?" asked his fuck buddy.
"Couldn't we just; you know."
"What?"
"You know," he said looking at the stick of flesh protruding from his crotch.
"Oh for Gods sake! See what I mean Rachel."
Rachel could see very well from her seat next to Gavin. She had been surreptitiously watching his throbbing cock for several minutes and frankly, she was with Gavin on this one, she had been very close to orgasm a few minutes ago.
"It does seem a shame to waste it Mrs. B. sorry Paula," offered Rachel.
"Oh believe me, there'll be another along soon enough," retorted Paula.
"Well would you mind? if I ... you know," Rachel asked.
"Too bloody right I would." Paula snorted.
"Now, now girls. Please don't fight over me, there's enough for everyone." Gavin smugly suggested. He was in his element.
"Listen to me," said Paula, "it's not going to happen. I don't do girls, and I don't do audiences, especially when they're just out of puberty and friends with my daughter."
"I thought a fuck buddy didn't judge, I thought a fuck buddy would always go along with whatever the other wanted. I thought you were my fuck buddy." He was hitting way below the belt and he knew it.
"Don't go there," warned Paula.
"Why not, I only want to know where we stand as fuck buddies." Gavin was teasing, he did not mean what he was saying, he was already resigned to going home without getting off again.
Paula on the other hand took her duties very seriously and expected the same of him.
"OK. But be prepared to pay the price later." She warned.
"What?" He was not sure what any of that meant.
Paula turned to the doe eyed young girl, "Rachel, you idiot, if you want to take part in some short lived debauchery with a couple of aging wrinklies then now's your chance. You are over the age of consent the choice is yours."
"Oh my God." Clinton she said beaming at him.
"Oh my God," Gretchen murmured. "I think I'm going to be sick.
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Keywords: Fantasies, 09, Ch., Fulfilled,