Angie, Faith's Mother joins in the fun with Faith, Marcie and Mac
Sequel to “Faith’s Party”
I led Angie up the stairs to my bedroom; she sat in my overstuffed chair leaving me a choice of the straight backed chair or the bed. I took the chair. She curled her legs under her, again giving me just a glimpse of her yellow panties.
I led, asking, “Angie, what is so terrible that you’ve done?”
I could see that Angie was slightly trembling; she was nervously twisting her hair, not looking at me.
I asked again, “Angie, tell me.”
“Fred’s ashes, they gave them to me in a little box. I didn’t buy an urn; I just put the box in the closet and tried to forget about it and about him. Mac, I hated him and do you know why?”
I let her continue to answer her own question.
“Mac, he raped my daughter time and again for over five years and he beat me, oh he beat me, I endured that for the last sixteen years. I got pregnant and he didn’t want kids so he spanked me. I was on the pill but they aren’t 100% effective. I didn’t miss taking them but got pregnant anyway so, it was my fault. He spanked me. He didn’t seem to mind the kid later though, did he?”
I just nodded for her to continue.
“Mac, he was a monster, my right hip is scarred. Scarred from where the end of belt would strike me when he strapped me. He never marked me anywhere else though, he couldn’t let other people see. But he’d strap me, several times a month, he spanked me other ways, I’d get it several times a week, I even learned to live with those, but the strap, never. It would cut me, just when I’d healed he’s strap me and cut me again so many times that scar tissue formed.”
“Angie, you’ve told me why you did what you did but not what you did, why are you avoiding that?”
“Mac, it was so childish, what a nine year old might do. I’m a thirty-nine year old woman, not a nine year old brat; I’m just so embarrassed to say.”
Angie was stuck, stymied unable to say what she’d done or what she wanted, but I knew, not what she’d done, she’d tell me that but I knew what she wanted.
“Angie, bring me the hair brush there on the night stand then come over here, I’d like to see your scars.”
She was quaking with fear; she stood, got the hair brush and walked to me. She handed me the brush and I laid it on the floor.
“Show me your scars,” I said.
She slowly lifted the right side of her dress, up over her right hip; she held it with her left hand and pulled the right side of her panties down, exposing skin that was puckered, thick and unpliable. It almost hurt to look; I could only imagine the beatings she’d endured to be so badly marked. She just stood, her dress raised her panties partially down. I couldn’t help it; I leaned forward and kissed her hip, kissed her scars.
“God, you poor thing, you poor beautiful thing,” I said. Then I rose and lifted her dress, she tried to hold it down. I just shook my head no, she raised her arms. She stood before me, in panties and bra. I turned her around, her back to me and unfastened her, lowering her brassiere from her shoulders down and off, I turned her back around and sat, admiring her. Her panties were damp; I could see the moisture spreading wetting the gusset. It wasn’t arousal, in her nervous state, her bladder was failing her, I could smell her urine.
“I know what you want Angie, I just don’t know why,” I said. I was rolling her panties off as I talked to her.
“Come here,” I said as I moved her to my right side.
I placed my right hand on the small of her back and guided her down, bent over my lap. She was so tall that she nearly touched the ground with her head on my left. Her long blonde hair had fallen forward. On my right her toes still rested on the ground. I jiggled her getting her into position, then I rested my hand on her upraised bottom, massaging her cheeks.
“Tell me Angie, tell me, we can get this over with, your atonement complete for your transgression, tell me.”
I couldn’t help thinking that Angie was endowed with the most perfect ass I’d ever seen; and it was mine, just like my daughter’s was mine, just like her daughter’s was mine.
Finally she talked.
“Mac, please don’t think less of me for what I did, ok.”
What I thought was I want to spank her then fuck her, her mouth, her pussy and her ass, that’s what I was thinking, what I said was, “I won’t Angie, please tell me.”
“That box I told you about, the one with Fred’s ashes, I opened the closet this afternoon and I saw it. I thought why am I keeping them, I hated and feared the man and I got angry, angry for everything he’d done to Faith and me. I was cleaning house, barefooted with only panties and a tee shirt on. I picked up that box and took it to the bathroom, I poured his ashes in the commode and started to flush but then thought, let me add one further humiliation. I pulled down my panties and sat. Mac, I peed on his ashes then I flushed. I know it was childish vindictiveness, but Mac, I’d do it again, I’d do it again every morning when I get up and every night before I go to sleep. But it was childish, I feel like I was a naughty little girl. Mac, treat me like a naughty little girl, please.”
“Angie, I am going to spank you, I’m going to spank you hard, you’re going to get the same things that Marcie and Faith got all of the same things. Then you’ll put this away, Fred won’t haunt you any more, he can’t hurt you again. I’ll do this for you one time and only this one time, are you ready?”
Her blonde hair bobbed, she said, “Yes, I’m ready?”
I struck high on the right side of her proud bottom, she winced but didn’t cry out, I spanked down her right side to the junction between thigh and butt then up her left side. I repeated the sequence three times. Angie was quietly sobbing by now. I slapped the backs of her thighs, then admired my work. She was scarlet, the red standing out vividly on her pale white skin.
I picked up the hair brush and thrashed her, the brush beating a hard brutal cadence on her beleaguered bottom. Angie had tried to squirm away when the assault began, now she just lay whimpering.
I opened her legs and delivered ten to the inside of each thigh. She screamed in pain at the first smack then just hung limply over me.
I rubbed her back as she sobbed. I surveyed the damage, she wasn’t as bruised as the girls had been, maybe all of Fred’s abuse had toughened her but her bottom and thigh were aglow, a mean fiery red.
After a few minutes I helped her up and held her as she limped to the bed. She crawled in and pulled a pillow to her, burying her face in it and continuing to sob. I sat beside her rubbing her back and stroking her hair.
Her sobbing quieted; I asked if she’d like some relief.
The aloe was still on the night stand; I took a handful, warmed it in my palm and covered her bottom with the cooling gel. I massaged it onto her hips and down the outsides of her legs, then I opened her and smoothed the lotion on her red burning inner thighs.
“Is that better?” I asked, I had separated her lips and my aloe slicked fingers were sliding along her moist slit. One finger slipped into her vagina, probing her, pushing deeply, finding her “G” spot and massaging it.
She moaned, “Oh that does help, it does feel better.”
Angie raised her hips inviting me to explore her clit, her cheeks parted as she elevated her self, I leaned forward and rimmed her with my tongue and she shivered.
I could smell her, the fragrance of her pussy and the earthy, musky smell of her bottom, it was a heady mixture, arousing me, my cock was a steel rod and God I wanted her, all of her but more than anything else I wanted to taste her. I helped her roll onto her back and fell upon her hungrily, I licked her inner lips, sucking on them, tugging them, one finger was pumping in and out of her vagina when my lips found her clit. I sucked it like a baby, nursing, pulling it suctioning it into my mouth, teasing her engorged tip with my tongue, sucking and licking pumping, I was building her up, building her up. Angie was moaning, a soft moan from deep within her, “Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, yes, yes. Building her higher until she peaked, she gushed, her juices flowing as she wailed and writhed bucking her clit against my lips, creating her own friction, I covered her flooding vagina with my mouth, drinking her sweet nectar, emptying her, worshiping at her feminine altar. Slowly she recovered.
“Wow Mac, I’ve never cum like that before, God that was unbelievable.”
As she talked I positioned myself between her thighs and entered her, I rode her high so that I was in contact with her clit and stroked her, the oral was for her, this was for me. I stabbed into her, deep, pounding her, my balls slapping her bottom as I thrust. She was fantastic, she wrapped her long legs around me pulling me close, forcing me deeper. I felt an organism building in her, I sped my thrusts, racing her to the finish line, we tied. She threw back her head and wailed as she came, I grunted with each thrust then overflowed into her, calling her name as spurt after spurt poured into her. We both slowed, I gently pumped her ‘til I was soft.
I lay down beside her and pulled her to me, hugging and kissing her she returned the kiss then said, “God Mac, that’s what sex is suppose to be. I was so high, felt so wonderful, experienced feelings I’ve never had before. Mac, I was a virgin when I married Fred. His idea of sex was in, pump, pump, pump, cum and out. The only orgasms I’ve ever had were self-induced and there’s no comparison.”
Her bottom was sore from the spanking, she rolled onto her tummy and we continued to talk, I was idly toying with her, circling her tight little rosebud pressing against her, playing while we talked.
She said, “Mac, you’re going to take that, too, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“When,” she asked.
“In a little while, right now though, I’m going to have a drink, may I get you one?”
“I think so, yes, another gin and tonic would be nice.”
I brought the drinks back to the bed.
I spread her cheeks while we were talking, her little brown eye winked at me so I kissed it and probed with my tongue.
“That’s cold,” Angie complained. I’d been sucking on an ice cube.
“Don’t fret I said, I’ll warm it up real well in just a few minutes.”
I finished my drink and set the glass on the night stand, trading it for the tube of KY Jelly.
Angie was still sipping and we were still talking while I fingered her bottom, working the lube into her. She wiggled her bottom and said, “I’ve never done this, Fred thought it was dirty, he wouldn’t do it. I always wanted to try.”
I’d worked a second finger and more lube into her, pumping her, stretching her, preparing her to lose her anal virginity. A third finger was in and she was ready, I greased myself and straddled her hips saying, “Keep your pillow, you may want it. If it hurts too much, tell me, ok?”
I lifted her to her knees, positioned my self against her anus and mounted her, pushing through her tight ring.
Angie groaned when I popped through, she pulled her pillow closer and buried her face, damn she was tight, nearly as tight as the two teenagers. I pushed forward stretching her little pucker, she clenched me. I paused and stroked her back and sides, crooning, “Just relax Lover, relax for me” She loosened her grip and I stroked into her, felt the friction as I slid through her sphincter, enjoyed the velvety texture of her insides, smooth long strokes, filling her, stimulating me.
Angie was lowing, a quiet, serene sound of pleasure. She whisperer, “Mac, can you pump me harder?”
She arched her back raising her self to me; it reminded me of a cat in heat. I pumped her harder, gaining speed.
She moaned, “Oh yeah Mac, like that, like that.”
I felt her climax building, I was holding her tight, rubbing her tummy and pressing against her uterus, it was spasming as the orgasm pulsed through her, down through her vagina, she was squirting her hot ejaculate against my balls as I filled her with mine, coursing through me, out of me into her, flowing into her, flooding her bowels, we both were loud, she wailing me screaming as we climaxed. We were both spent, exhausted, I rode her to the mattress and kissed the back of her neck.
“Mac, you called me lover, do you like me, do you think I’m pretty?”
“Angie, you’re the most beautiful woman I know, pretty, no, that doesn’t express it, I think you are absolutely, stunningly gorgeous. I’d like to be your lover if you’ll have me.”
“Mac, you’ve got the girls.”
“And so would you.”
“Mac, I couldn’t, one of them is my daughter.”
“And the other one’s mine. Angie, we lust and love each other but mostly we have fun, just enjoying each other’s company. I’d like you to be part of that, join us.”
“I’ll have to give that some thought,” she deferred.
“I want you and I know they would like you to join in,”
“Like I said, I’ll think about it.”
A rather irreverent thought passed through my mind and I spoke it, “Angie, I’ve never had a conversation quite like the one we’re having; I’m still buried in you.”
“I noticed, it still feels nice, Mac, I liked that I really, really liked that.”
I was soft, I pulled my flaccid cock out and rolled off, facing her, she turned her face to me and I kissed her saying, “We’ll do it again real soon.”
She said, “Good, now, can you feed a starving lady, I was so upset I haven’t eaten today.”
She pulled her dress back over her head and barefooted, no bra, no panties, we headed down stairs.
“How about sandwiches, I can put them together pretty quickly.”
“Sandwiches would be great.”
I fixed sliced turkey breast on whole grain bread, a little mayo, lettuce and a tomato slice, cole slaw and some chips. I asked, “Beer, white wine or a soda?”
She asked for the wine and I got me a cold one.
“Mac I had more good sexual experiences today in just a few hours than I’d had in my entire thirty-nine years.”
Slyly I replied, “The night’s still young, what makes you think it’s over?”
After our meal I led her back upstairs. She performed fellacio for the first time in her life. Honestly, it needed improvement but I wouldn’t mind at all being her instructor. I took her again with my mouth and entered her vagina from behind. Every thing was new to her; all she’d ever had were unsatisfying quickies in the missionary position. She even learned more, better things about that when I raised her legs over my shoulders, pushing her knees to her chest, letting me go deeper.
We were both run down, the girls weren’t home yet but we were beat.
I was holding her spooning her, I whispered in her ear, “Stay the night with me Angie.”
She started to protest then changed her mind, she snuggled her bottom against me and said, “I’d like that.”
Her little wiggle gave my cock a bit of renewed energy, I pushed it against her back side, letting her feel the hardness and whispered, “One more.” She wiggled her bottom again.
She was still lubricated, between the residual KY Jelly and my semen I entered her easily, she tightened her ring, giving me a little hug. It felt nice. We just lay there, my cock in her but neither of us moving. I think we felt joined not just there but in our hearts. We drifted off to sleep.
It was late when Marcie and Faith got in, Faith said, “Hey, that’s my Mom’s car, I wonder what she’d doing here.”
“Probably waiting with Daddy for us, we’re late,” Marcie said.
There was only a night light on downstairs; Mac and Angie were noticeably absent.
“Do you think they’re upstairs together,” Marcie asked.
“I don’t know, let’s look.”
They snuck up the stairs and crept to Mac’s room, a dim light burned, low but providing sufficient illumination that the girls to see that Mac and Angie were lying together sleeping. They crept closed. Faith gasped, Marcie put her finger to her mouth and shushed her then motioned her out of the room. The girls went back downstairs.
“Marcie, I know we shouldn’t unless Mac says it’s ok, but pour me a glass of wine, please.”
“Faith, I could use one too.”
With wine glasses in hand, and after taking a big gulp, Faith said, “My God Marcie that’s my Mom up there and Mac’s got his cock rammed up her ass, I don’t fuckin’ believe this.”
“Why not, you like it?”
“Do not,” Faith pouted.
“Well, you may not but I sure do, you really like him in your pussy, though,” Marcie countered.
“Yeah, I guess I do, but Marcie, that’s my Mom, Moms aren’t supposed to do this kinda shit.”
“Oh yeah, tell me why, Faith, how old’s your Mom?”
“My God, she’s ancient; she’s almost forty, yuck.”
“How old do you think Daddy, Mac is?”
Faith thought about it, she didn’t have any idea and said, “Marcie, I never thought about it, how old is he?”
“Just like your Mom, he’s thirty-nine.”
“Well, damn it, his cock’s younger,” Faith came back.
“Well, who knows, maybe your Mom has a nice young pussy; Fred sure didn’t wear it out, maybe her butt from the beatings but not her pussy, for sure.”
“Marcie, this is freaking me out.”
“Hey, think about this, maybe they can hook up, I mean permanently, You know, like get married, we’d all live together, we’d be sisters, would that be way cool?” Marcie asked.
“You really think that could happen, I mean they could get married and we could all live together, you really think?”
“Faith, why not, I mean he’s got his cock up her ass and they’re asleep. We both know Mac; it takes a lot to wear that man down. I bet they fucked all day and she must like it, she’s still here.”
“So what can we do?” Faith asked.
Marcie thought about it, it was a problem, what could they, two teenagers do to get them together permanently.
“Maybe we could pin hole his rubbers and he’d knock her up, is she on the pill? He’d marry her for sure.”
“Oh Marcie that would take too long and it might not even happen, maybe she is on the pill, then it would never happen, that won’t work, what else could we do?”
“I don’t know, do you have any ideas?”
Faith hesitated before answering, “Well maybe one, it sounds stupid but tell me what you think.”
“Well tell me what it is.”
“Marcie, what if we stole her clothes and put them in the washer but not dry them. Tomorrow she’d have to wear just a robe or one of Mac’s long tee shirts, we’d fix breakfast and bug the hell out of both of them to come down, we’d kiss her and hug her and tell her how happy we are that she was with us. I bet we could get her back upstairs if Mac would play along, what do you think?”
Faith, I think you’re a genius, a perverted genius maybe but a genius all the same, I’ll talk to Daddy, maybe he’ll have some ideas, too.”
“Great, we got a plan, let’s get her clothes.”
They snuck back to Mac’s room and found her clothes, dress here, bra there and panties, still soaked in the crotch in the chair. They gathered them up and started the washer. Fortunately it was far enough that the noise didn’t wake them then the girls went to bed.
They both climbed into Marcie’s bed, it wasn’t Mac’s big California King but it was big enough. They embraced and well asleep with legs and arms intertwined.
Marcie awakened early, it was still dark with the barest of light beginning to show in the east, she nudged Faith, saying, “Come on, we’ve got work to do.”
Each peed but neither showered, that could wait. They’d both slept nude but they donned short nighties with cute little panties under them. Maybe overdressed for most Sunday mornings but not for today, they had a plan.
In the kitchen Faith asked, “Marcie, can we fix a breakfast like Mac fixed that one day, you know, those English muffin things and everything else?”
‘Yeah I can do that, see if there’s a bottle of champagne in the wine cooler;” there was.
Marcie got out the English muffins and tossed them to Faith saying, “Toast those, she fried the rounds of Canadian bacon while the eggs poached then melted some butter ‘til it was bubbling, the other ingredients had already been spun in the blender, she drizzled the melted butter in and watched it thicken, voila, instant Hollandaise Sauce. She built the eggs Benedict, the muffin then the Canadian bacon round, the poached egg and topped with the sauce, there weren’t any melons in the fridge so she made some little fruit cups. She’d brewed fresh coffee.
“Go get them,” Marcie said, “While I serve.”
“Marcie, I can’t do that, that’s my Mommy up there.”
“And it’s my Daddy, if you can finish here I’ll get them but, you can’t cook so move your ass, it’s ready.”
Slowly Faith climbed the stairs, she really didn’t want to do this but, then again, she really couldn’t cook. She stood at Mac’s door, it was open but still she knocked. Bleary eyed they both awoke and looked at her, “Rise and shine sleepy heads, breakfast’s ready, come and get it.” Then she ran downstairs, “Marcie, I told them.”
“Ok, now let’s see how it goes.”
Marcie had everything in the oven, holding it so it would be warm when she served.
She asked Faith if she wanted coffee. Faith said, sure she’d have a cup; Marcie poured two cups and added cream and sugar. They waited.
Angie was the first to come down, she had on one of Mac’s big tee’s it was emblazoned, UCF Golden Knights, it was dated, the University of Central Florida had dropped the Golden several years before, they weren’t Golden any more, just Knights and their record showed they weren’t Golden.
Angie asked, “Would either of you young ladies have any idea where my clothes are?”
Faith volunteered, “Sure Mom, we washed them for you.”
“Well may I have them?” Angie asked.
“Mom, we went to sleep before we put them in the drier, we were tired, I’ll start them right now.”
Haughtily Angie snorted, “Please do.”
Marcie interjected, “Angie, may I pour you a cup of coffee?”
Angie sat down, the tee shirt riding up, her tush on the chilly vinyl of the chair and said, “Please, cream and sugar.” Marcie poured and adulterated it appropriately.
“Did you sleep well,” Marcie snidely asked.
Angie was saved from answering, Mac entered the room, “Hey gals, what’s up?” he asked, “Where’s Faith?”
Angie answered, “She’s finishing my laundry.”
“Daddy, do you want coffee?” Marcie asked.
“I’d love a cup,” I replied, “black.”
“Ok I’ll get it in a second but can you help me get this on the table,” I asked. I lead him out of earshot of Angie.
“Daddy, do you like Angie?”
I whispered, “Yeah, I like her real well.”
“Do you think you could get serious about her?”
“Marcie, what are you asking, could I get real serious about her? She’s beautiful, I’m attracted to her but I don’t think that’s what you’re asking is it.”
Marcie paused before answering then she spilled it out.
“Daddy, would you marry Angie, Faith and I talked, we love both of you, what could be more cool, you and Angie and me and Faith as sisters, I mean Daddy, how much fun could we have if it wasn’t just Saturdays and, and an occasional Sunday,” she stuttered.
I thought, yeah, Angie was one sexual, sensual woman. She was beyond beautiful I’d love to have her as my mate, I asked, “Ok what’s your plan?”
“Daddy, you have to play along, more than that, you have to participate. We thought, Faith and me that if we can get her back upstairs after we eat maybe we can get her involved, what do you think?”
“Baby, I invited her to play yesterday, she said she’d think about it, I think she’s afraid, afraid to get involved. She knows what we do, Faith told her and she doesn’t object but I think she’d going to turn me down.”
“So, let’s try it our way. Daddy here’s what I want you to do, after breakfast take her back upstairs, her clothes won’t be ready. Get her to respond to you, warm her up, you know what I mean but don’t go too far, leave her tee shirt on, just rub and caress her, maybe a little heavy breathing but nothing more, ok? We’ll come up then and Faith’s going to crawl up and take you in her mouth. React to Faith, let her suck you; give her all your attention. I’ve got the hard part, while you’re getting a blow job, I have to commiserate with Angie, I’m going to say bad words about you and nice words about her, I’m going to rub her and stroke her. If you leave her excited enough, I’ll take over. I’ll get my hands down her panties or hers down mine and if I’m really good, I’ll have my tongue buried in her twat. You wanna play, Daddy?”
“Oh yes, I wanna play, there’s risk but the reward would be fantastic. I want her in our bed, to be one of us, yeah, I’ll play.”
Breakfast was pleasant, good food and good company, the Mimosa’s flowed freely, Marcie saw that Angie got the lion’s share and she was mellow by the time we finished.
Marcie said, “Why don’t you guys go ahead, Faith and I’ll clean up.”
I heard Daddy ask Angie, “Wanta go upstairs?” She nodded her approval.
Faith and I cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher and just futzed around ‘til thirty minutes, I said, “Ok girlfriend, act I is yours then I gotta be Macbeth or one of those guys, let’s go.”
Faith was the first to enter the room, I stood at the door. Daddy had a hand under Angie’s top massaging her breast while he held her in a passionate embrace, kissing her,
Well, at least she still had her top on, he was playing the game. Maybe we could pull this off. Faith slunk forward and slithered up the bed, trying to make no sound nor create any disturbance. She moved un-noticed ‘til she was able to pull Daddy’s erection out through the leg of his gym shorts. I watched as she unsheathed him, stroked him and fell on his delectable bone like it was a turkey leg on Thanksgiving. Now I’m not a slouch but I couldn’t compete, Faith gives head to die for; truth be know she gave fabulous tongue too but Daddy didn’t really need to know that.
When Faith took him in her mouth he rolled away from Angie. We all heard him exclaim, “Oh my God, that’s unbelievable, that’s fantastic.
We all heard him, Faith and I both knew it was fantastic, but it wasn’t at all unbelievable, he’d cum in her mouth more times than I could count. She liked to suck and he liked for her to suck him, still, he was playing his part.
Now I was on stage, playing the leading role yet I certainly couldn’t let that be known.
I edged onto the bed beside Angie, she was still aroused and she wasn’t happy about her daughter stealing her lover. She huffed, “What’s she doing?”
It was pretty evident what she was doing, Daddy’s cock was sliding between her lips.
I rubbed her back as I talked to her. “I know Angie, I feel abandoned, too. They do things and expect us to just watch. And watching she was, intently staring as Daddy’s cock glided between her daughter’s lips. I slipped my panties off.
“Angie, I feel left out, lonely, will you hold me,” I asked in my little girl voice.
She put her arm around me and hugged me, we were kindred spirits, shunned by the others, made to stay outside, we could only watch.
I pressed my face to her breast letting her clutch me as she rubbed my back and caressed my head.
I nuzzled her, I’m not even sure she realized when my hand slipped under her tee shirt; I was massaging her breast, even toying and twisting her nipples. Her eyes never left Daddy and Faith but her breathing changed when I said, “Mommy can I nurse.” I pressed my mouth to her, enveloping her nipple, she gasped a little then her arms pressed me against her, I sucked.
Angie’s breathing changed, she was enjoying my attention but her concentration was still on Daddy and Faith. It was sensual to watch, his cock sliding between her lips but that wasn’t really my concern, it was no more than a diversion, they had center stage, Angie still had no idea that I was the star of the show.
“Oh Angie, this is so wonderful, I’ve never had a Mommy, you know, mine died when I was so little I don’t remember her, will you be my Mommy?” My little girl voice pleaded.
Angie held me harder to her breast. Her breathing, oh her breathing it was becoming ragged, fast, almost a pant. I doubt she even realized when I leaned against her, sucking harder. I eased her back onto the pillow, and I sucked. She took a deep rasping breath and I slipped down her body, I kissed her tummy, laving her and whispering, Mommy, Mommy, she pressed me to her. No longer her breast, no, I was breathing on her nicely trimmed mound. She opened her legs letting my body lie between her thighs, she was still looking at Daddy and Faith but she was feeling other things, I was moving slowly I’d opened her lips and truly, I was comparing hers to mine when her hands found my head, she pressed my face against her and uttered only three word, my tongue split her as she said, “Please, Marcie. Please.”
I fed on her like she was manna from heaven, I’d had my tongue in Faith but it was nothing like Angie, I thought it was like comparing a Beaujolais nouveau to a 50 year old Chateau Lafitte Rothschild Pauillac, one light, fresh and young the other with the depth of aroma the maturity and flavor that only age could impart, truly, I opted for age. She was exquisite, rich in redolence, I breathed her in. I was so aroused by the flavor and her scent I broke our pact, the one Faith and Daddy and I had agreed on, we, agreed that Faith would keep him hard, I’d make Angie available, her cunt gaping, wanting more, wanting a man but God damn it I didn’t want to share, I wanted her, oh Christ did I want her, I wanted to drink from her as her juices flowed from her, from her to my waiting lips.
While Faith and Daddy writhed, I led Angie to my room; I locked the door and guided her to the bed, my bed.
I crawled in beside her and lay my head on her breasts saying, “Angie, please don’t be afraid, just hold me, please hold me.”
Again I started at her breasts and again I made my downward journey. I’d turned so that I was facing her feet, my legs beside her head. She spread her legs willingly.
I took her clit between my lips and sucked. I heard Angie’s deep intake of breath and she moaned as I laved her slit.
“Touch me, Angie, please touch me, please Mommy,” I pleaded.
I felt her hand on my leg, her touch was tentative but she was moving slowly up my thigh.
“Please Mommy,” I implored as I kissed her swollen clit.
She trembled under my attentions, fear and desire at odds.
She could hardly speak as she whispered, “Marcie I can’t, you’re a girl.”
“And you’re a woman Angie, and I want the soft touch of a woman, I want your touch, please Angie?”
My attention turned back to her, to her pussy. I didn’t want her to climax, I wanted to hold her at the edge, wanting more and tacitly understanding to get more she was going to have to give something.
Her hand was moving again, inch by reluctant inch she moved toward me. At last she held me, cupping my sex, just holding me.
I slid a hand under her, while licking her vulva and tasting her vagina I slowly circled her tight ring, pressing against her pucker. Her breathing deepened.
“Open me Angie, touch me inside, please, please,” I begged.
My pleas were answered, I felt her split my lips, I felt her fingers on my, sliding along inside me. I moved one leg over her, resting it on her chest. I couldn’t see but I knew she was looking at me. I would be agape, her fingers moved faster then she probed my vagina, easing a finger into me.
I moaned a low, sonorous sound, deep and resonant, “Oooh yes Angie, oooh yes.”
I was lubricating heavily, my pussy would be liquid, the scent of my arousal strong, inviting.
I feasted on Angie, my tongue danced over her pearl, I brought her to the very cusp, she was starting to tremble, I moved lower, licking her but not teasing her clit, she was almost there, willing to take me with her mouth.
“Kiss me Angie,” I said, “Kiss me please.”
I took her clitoris between my lips, gently sucking then, released it again saying, “Angie, please.”
I felt her body shift under my leg, her arms encircled my bottom and she pulled me to her, her tongue slithered along my coral chasm. Her tongue dipped into my vagina and I moaned, oh how I moaned, “Oooh Angie, oooh.” There was nothing faked, it was heavenly, soft feminine lips against my soft feminine flesh.
I fell upon her hungrily, she had my clit and was sucking, I did the same to her.
She started to tremble again I was aquiver myself. Her orgasm flowed through her, I could feel the tension in her tummy muscles, her uterus contracting her vagina spasming, her hot juices flooded my face, she screamed as she ground her pelvis against my face. I was doing the same.
I was gushing, spewing, and she licked me tasting, swallowing. I drank as surge followed surge, her redolence heavy with musk, her flavor exquisite. I drank of her and she drank of me and we were both overcome.
We just lay for a few minutes, my body on hers, our lips still touching private places and then I turned around.
Angie took me into her arms and kissed the passionate kisses of lovers. I said, “Thank you Angie, God a woman’s touch is different, more gentle, more delicate. A woman knows what a woman wants, and I wanted you, your touch your fingers and lips on me. I’ve never felt better; it was so sensuous, so exotic.”
In a dreamy voice Angie answered, “I know.”
We lay side by side, kissing occasionally, talking, yes, talking about what we’d done. We talked about that, too.
Angie was feeling a little remorse, shame and embarrassment.
I held her and whispered, “Angie it was beautiful, I’ve never felt such fulfillment, so alive, so intense. I want us to do it again and again and again, didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Oh Marcie, I enjoyed it I enjoyed it too much. I’ve never been so high, my emotions stretched nearly to the breaking point; God yes I enjoyed it, when I came it was like a liquid fire was flowing from me, my insides had turned liquid, they flooded out of me carrying my soul, Marcie you drank me you swallowed my soul.”
I smiled at her, “I’ll take good care of it for you.”
Finally, reluctantly, we rejoined the others.
Daddy was between Faith’s legs tonguing her. I pointed for Angie to lie on one side of her and I lay on the other. I reached across Faith’s writhing body and took Angie’s hand. I led it to Faith’s breast I took the other, we fondled her, kneading her, gently pinching and twisting her nipples until she flooded Daddy’s face with her orgasmic ejaculate.
The cunnilingus on Faith had gotten Daddy aroused; his hard on was raging when he sat back on his knees. I felt a tingle, a tingle in my bottom.
I got off the bed, went to the night stand and got the lubricant. I crawled back up the bed, handed him the tube and waited on hands and knees, my head hanging low, my hair wreathing my face.
Cool gel, he pressed it into me then he entered me. He no longer had to wait for me to adjust to him, he slid into me. I moaned when he pushed through my rosebud, there’s always a little pain so I moaned, but it was a pain I wanted that I craved.
He mounted me, thrusting into me hard, pounding my cheeks, probing my very depths. I shook as my orgasm took me, I wailed oh how I wailed as my juices flooded out of me and his gushed in. I fell face down on the bed, exhausted.
Daddy’s cock had come free of me and Faith hungrily licked him, cleaning him.
I turned, Angie was watching me. I said, “Please.”
She paused then crawled to me. She got between my legs. I felt her as she separated my cheeks; I knew I’d still be open, distended from Daddy’s penetration. Her soft lips touched me and her tongue probed me, she sucked the juices from me and licked. Then she lay beside me, I kissed her, I knew that now she was one of us, she’d joined and I was happy.
We broke for lunch then came back to the bed, all four of us. The evening finale was coming up.
Daddy put a pillow under Angie’s hips, lubricated her and entered her bottom. Angie gasped as he pushed through her ring then lay, breathing deeply as he slowly stroked her.
I motioned to Faith, as I took one of Angie’s breasts into my mouth. Faith latched on the other and we nursed like little puppies at their mother’s teats. We nursed until her orgasm flowed through her and Daddy filled her bowels with his cream.
All agreed, Faith and Angie would come on Friday evening and stay ‘til Sunday. Before they left I pulled Faith aside. I wanted her to work on Angie, I’d work on Daddy.
After they’d left I poured two glasses of wine, Daddy was in the living room in his recliner. I handed him one and sat on the sofa.
“What did you think of Angie,” I started.
“Marcie, she’s fantastic, beautiful with a quick sharp wit and I think she shed her sexual inhibitions today. I think she’s pretty close to perfect.”
“Me, too Daddy, I wish she could live with us, we could all have so much fun.”
“Yeah we could, couldn’t we,” Mac mused, “Yeah we could.”
“Would you really like her to be here, her and Faith?”
“It would be nice wouldn’t it, Baby.”
“Daddy, you could marry Angie,” I said, planting the seed.
At Angie’s house, over cold drinks Faith brought it up.
“Well Mom, now you’ve spent Saturday at Mac’s, Sunday too for that matter, what do you think.”
“I think if I spent too much time there that I’d wear out….well, wear out my privates. I think I’d like that though. Faith sweetheart, I’ve never really talked about things, private things with you. I was a virgin when I married your father and I never strayed. He was the only man I’d ever been with until yesterday and you know what sex with Fred was like, wham bam and not even a thank you maam, the only orgasms I’ve ever experienced were, well they were self-induced. Now I know what sex can be, elating, exciting.”
“I know Mom, me too. I know you thought I was promiscuous but I wasn’t, I didn’t even want someone, I thought it would be the same as with Dad. Then I met Mac and I don’t ever want to lose him, Mom, he makes me feel so good; pretty, sexy and hot. I don’t ever want to lose that.”
“Mom, what do you think of Marcie?”
“Faith, I’ve always liked Marcie, she seems to be a nice person but I got to know her on another level today. Faith, she made love to me, me a thirty-nine year old woman making love to a fourteen year old girl. If you’d suggested that last week I’d have said you were out of your mind. Then today it was me that was out of her mind, God Marcie she blew my mind, she did things to me, brought out feelings and emotions I never new existed. She loved me in ways I think only a woman could understand, she took me to heights I’d never been, I came oh God did I cum, everything flooded out of me and she drank me. I told her she’d swallowed my soul and I meant it. If I never made love again, I could never forget my one evening with Marcie, God, I wish she was here right now, just remembering gives me a tingle, I know I shouldn’t tell my daughter this but my panties just got wet thinking about her.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice if she could be with us, her and Mac? I told you how I feel about Mac and you’ve told me how you feel about Marcie, wouldn’t it be great?”
“Faith, I think I’d be happy.”
“Mom, I know I would.”
“Sweetheart, let me ask, do you three have sex all the time when you’re there?”
“Of course not Mom, only when we’re awake,” Faith joked.
“Mom would you marry Mac, I know that’s a pretty forward question but I want you to consider it, I think we’d all be better off.”
And Angie did think, she kinda liked the idea.
“Mom, Marcie’s not here, could I fill in for her?”
And Angie thought about something else, her sweet sixteen year old daughter had just propositioned her. She thought, no way then she thought, I’ve tried everything else it the last two days, what the hell.
Angie stood up and took Faith’s offered hand, “Yes sweetheart, let’s go to bed.”
The weekends came and went. Angie and Faith arrived every Friday and it was an orgy for the weekend, a love fest, each sharing love for the others.
A month later, it was Thursday evening and Marcie and I were just siting down to supper.
She said, “Faith and have something we have to do tomorrow night, we won’t be back ‘til late, why don’t you take Angie to dinner? You’ll be back here before we get home.”
I thought, why not. I knew Angie intimately in a carnal sense but we’d never been out together, in fact, we’d spent very little time alone, it was a great idea. After we finished eating I called Angie and we made it a date.
I made reservations at a very nice French restaurant for seven thirty the next evening.
I’d dressed in a coat and tie; I picked Angie up at a six thirty so we could have a cocktail before we were seated. She met me at her door, she was ravishing. She was wearing a black cocktail dress; it came to mid-thigh letting her show off her graceful legs. Her only adornment was a string of pearls and matching earrings. I led her to the car and seated her in the passenger seat. When she swung her legs I got a little flash of panty; she was too much the lady for that to have been accidental. When I looked up she was grinning at me. She said, “You like?”
“Oh I more than like, I lust, Angie you look stupendous tonight.”
Over cocktails and our meal we talked, getting to know the details about each other, we had a great deal in common, our taste in books, movies, and the theater. We talked about our families, our parents and siblings, we talked about a lot of things but we didn’t discuss our future plans, that was for later.
We’d shared a nice bottle of Jean-Luc Colombo "Les Abeilles” Cotes-du-Rhone and were sipping the last, waiting for our desserts and coffee when Angie asked, “Has Marcie been talking to you?”
“Yes, how about Faith?”
“About nothing else, every night.”
“Angie it seems everyone is talking except you and me, so, let’s talk about it.”
I’d bought a ring and it was in my pocket. I didn’t know if tonight would be the night but I’d decided I did want to marry Angie if she’d have me.
I took the ring from my pocket, the engagement ring and slid out of my chair. I knelt before Angie and asked, “Angie, will you marry me?”
Her eyes got a little glassy, mine already were. She smiled at me, “Yes Colin McNaughton, I’ll marry you.”
I slipped the ring on her finger.
We gazed into each other’s eyes until the waiter interrupted, serving our pastries and coffee.
“Angie, we have a yours, Faith, and a mine, Angie, what would you think of an ours?”
“Oh Mac, I’m thirty-nine, an old lady, too old to be having kids.”
“Angie, I don’t really want kids, I want kid, one, ours. You’re hardly too old, you’re thirty-nine and so am I, if we started soon we be sixty-three when our child finishes college, still young enough to enjoy our retirement.”
Angie was nodding yes while I talked, she said, “Mac I’d love to be the Mother of your child.”
“Mac, do you have any champagne at home, I’d like us to have a private celebration.”
When we got home we were still in the midst of a conversation, we walked in and I continued, “Angie are you on the pill?”
“No Mac, I have an IUD and if you’ll pour that champagne and bring it upstairs I’ll have it out before you get there, we need to get started on that crumb cruncher,” she giggled as she ran up the stairs.
I got two flutes and put the champagne in an ice bucket. Angie was already on the bed when I got there. I opened the bubbly and poured us each a glass, toasting, “To the future Mrs. McNaughton, the love of my life and future mother of my child.”
“And to Mr. McNaughton, my husband to be and the creator of my child.”
We clicked glasses and emptied them in a single gulp then I was on her, kissing, hugging reveling in her presence.
“Angie opened her legs. I admired her for a moment then plunged in. Our love making was frenetic, frantic we climaxed quickly, panting, with moans of ecstasy, I filled her with my seed.”
We lay holding each other, whispering our love. I hardened, rolled between her beautiful, inviting thighs and entered her. Our love making was slow, relaxed soft and sweet this time. And I filled her with my sperm again.
When the girls came in we heard them giggling about the fact that we were already upstairs. They came in teasing, “Couldn’t wait could you.”
I grinned stupidly at them. Angie said, “Why don’t you two get dressed for bed and join us, Mac and I want to talk to you.”
Dressed for bed was a euphemism in my house, it means get naked. Both girls were nude when they came back. Beautiful teenaged girls lithe, shapely Goddesses.
I said, “Marcie, Faith, Angie and I are getting married.”
Both girls eyes widened, “Really, when?” they echoed.
Angie answered, “Soon, and we’ve decided to have a baby.”
We’d wondered how the girls would react to that news. They looked at each other and whooped, “We’ll have a dolly, a real live dolly.”
They leapt on the bed, hugging and kissing us, congratulations and tears of joy flowing.
The kissing changed tenor, to sexual. Faith was in my arms, Marcie was petting Angie. The action started.
Lips and tongues, nibbling teeth and grasping arms, hands stroking, cocks and pussies and bottoms, we went after each other, a love in, an orgy of pleasure.