The Hundred-Year Blizzard
Posted: July 18th, 2010 | Author: Sidney | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |“Let’s GO, Ladies!” I shouted as I closed the cargo door on my new F-100.
“Never seen two women pack so much shit just to go skiing for a weekend,” I mused aloud as I made my way to the cab of the truck.
Breckenridge was a good day’s drive from East Colorado and I really wanted to get an early start, but Sharon, my girlfriend, Beth’s mother, had decided at the last instant that she wanted to come with us.
Beth and I had been dating for almost a month; a truly torrid relationship that had opened my eyes to aspects of sex that I never even knew existed. Last week, she won some sort of radio contest, the prize being a weekend for two at some fancy resort in Breckenridge, and I had been looking forward to hitting the slopes as well as a weekend of ribald debauchery with an incredibly sensuous woman. To say I was chagrined at being chaperoned would be to severely understate the case.
I laid on the horn as I quickly closed the door, allowing the hot air blasting out of the dashboard to bathe me in its delicious warmth.
A few moments later, Beth came dashing across the yard with her mother hot on her heels. They appeared to be having a rather animated discussion, the gist of which I couldn’t ascertain over the noise of the diesel and the heater blower, but I would soon learn what it was all about.
“What the hell were you doing?” I asked as Beth slid into the seat next to me.
“Mom was trying to get herself a room at the lodge or even the motel down the street,” she replied.
“And?”
“No luck. They are all booked up for the season,” she responded with a shrug. “I tried to tell her that it was a lost cause before she even picked up the phone, but she insisted on trying anyway.”
“Yeah…. Oh well, at least the skiing will be good,” I grumbled as Sharon slid in and closed the door behind her.
“Well, I guess we’ll all be staying in the same room,” I said as I eased the truck down the slippery, muddy slope that was their driveway.
“Perhaps I’ll get lucky and find some single guy with a hard-on that needs a roommate for the weekend,” Sharon chuckled.
I missed third gear at that outburst. Flustered, I double-clutched as the gnashing of the synchronizers howled in protest. I reached over and took the cup of coffee from Beth’s outstretched hands as I gave Sharon a brief, one eyebrow raised perusal.
“I hope you do, Mom, otherwise it’s going to be a long, dry weekend for you.”
“Why, whatever do you mean, dear?” Sharon asked coyly.
“No boyfriend, no toys. Like I said, it’ll be a dry weekend for you if you don’t get lucky. I may be sharing a room with you, Mom, but I am NOT going to share my boyfriend with you and I seriously doubt if they have any porn movies showing in the rooms.”
I fought back a cough and swallowed my coffee slowly as we hit the Interstate ramp.
“It’s true David won’t be there, but I NEVER leave home without my toys. As far as the movies are concerned, why would I want to watch a movie when I’ll have a live show going on in the bed right next to me?”
“Mom!!!”
It didn’t work that time. I spewed coffee all over the steering wheel.
“What’s the matter, dear? I know you two have a hell-uv-a time keeping your hands off each other, so if you want to put on a little show for me I’ll be most happy to watch. You wouldn’t mind, would you Brian?”
“Uh, well, I guess…. Geez, Sharon, that’s a terrible question!” I blurted.
“I suppose you’d be spread out, legs pointing to opposite ends of the compass while you shoved one of you rubber friends into your horny hole, wouldn’t you mother dear?” Beth inquired in a wry tone.
“Of course! Being watched is almost as much fun as watching!” Sharon laughed.
The cab grew silent for a few moments. I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my loins as I digested all that had been said. As the silence grew, I turned my head to find both the women regarding me with questioning looks.
“Uh, do the two of you always talk so bluntly to each other about things that most people consider very private?” I asked.
“Brian, when you have two horny, oversexed women living in the same house, after a while there just aren’t any secrets. I think we know as much about each other’s sexual proclivities as we do about our taste in clothing,” Sharon replied.
“I’m sorry, Brian. I guess I should have prepared you for this. Mom can be such a slut…”
“Slut?! People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw rocks, my dear. Besides, just because I love sex doesn’t make me a slut. I’m neither promiscuous nor indiscriminate.”
“Just horny, huh?” Beth snorted.
“And I suppose you’re not?” Sharon rejoined.
“Yeah, I’m horny! All the damn time! But shit, I’m twenty-five years old. I would think a woman in her mid forties would have simmered down by now.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Beth. I haven’t even reached menopause yet. Just because I have a grown child doesn’t mean I’m gonna dry up and sew it shut. I get just as much pleasure from sex now as I did when I was your age. If you ever decided to share Brian with me I would show him a thing or two about experience, things you have yet to learn.”
“Well, you can just forget it! Go find yourself your own stud or settle for your rubber toys! You aren’t getting ANY of this as long as I have anything to say about it!” Beth huffed as she reached over and cupped my groin, causing me to visibly jump in the seat.
“Whoa, Beth! You’re going to cause an accident here,” I sputtered as I regained my composure.
“Brian, when you get tired of playing with dolls, come see me and I’ll show you what a good time REALLY is,” Sharon smirked.
“You do and it’ll be the LAST piece of ass you ever get, Brian. I cut it off in your sleep and feed it to the dogs.” Beth laughed, but there was a hard glint in her eye that even the refection of the rear-view mirror couldn’t disguise.
“Well, if you women can take a little candor from me, I would appreciate it if we could change the subject. The road is slick enough without having to contend with a hard-on.” I blurted.
They both laughed at my discomfiture, but they did change the subject and the drive just became long and boring for the next couple of hours.
We stopped for lunch, a greasy affair that left me with heartburn and a nasty taste in my mouth. As we continued on our journey, I noticed a heavy accumulation of clouds on the distant horizon.
“Hmm, looks like that front did double-time. I bet it is already snowing like a bitch in the mountains,” I mused aloud.
Sharon squinted into the distance, a frown crossing her features.
“This isn’t good. We are out in the middle of nowhere and if we get caught in a major snowstorm we could be in a lot of trouble. I haven’t seen a buildup of such heavy clouds in the middle of winter in over twenty years. Maybe we should consider turning back while we have a chance, Brian,” she said with a note of concern in her voice.
“Awww, I have cleated snow tires on both axles and this is a four-wheel drive truck, Sharon. I don’t think we’ll have any trouble,” I said with confidence.
“Brian, I know you mean well, but let me ask you something. Have you ever driven a vehicle during a blizzard?”
“Nope, driven in a lot of snow, though, and this truck is as solid in snow as it is on pavement.”
“It’s not the snow, Brian. It’s the wind and the lack of visibility. Add to that, icy stretches of road where traction is almost impossible, when you can figure out where the road is. I really don’t like it. That is a serious storm.”
“Maybe you should listen to Mom, Brian. She’s lived out here all her life and knows what she is talking about,” Beth added.
“I love the way you two have suddenly lost all confidence in me. If you wish, we’ll hole-up in Denver till the storm passes, but I really don’t want to turn back now. We are almost halfway there.” I responded with a hurt tone.
They acquiesced and then grew silent as our journey continued.
Thirty minutes later the skies had gone from a deep, rich blue to a somber gray as little flurries of light snow flitted outside.
“Where are we, Brian?” Sharon asked pensively as the snowfall began to thicken.
“About fifty miles outside of Calhan, Sharon. An hour drive if conditions don’t get any worse,” I replied.
The conditions deteriorated rapidly and it wasn’t long before I had to slow down to twenty-five miles per hour, then even slower. The snow was beginning to accumulate on the roadway and visibility was reduced to mere feet as I inched us along. The truck lurched when I would gently veer into the shoulder, trying to find the road.
To make matters worse, the wind picked up, buffeting the truck on one side then another as it gusted around us. I glanced briefly at my companions, their faces white in fear, mirroring my own apprehension.
Beth raised her arm and pointed out the windshield. “Look, lights! I think I see a house up there on the right,” she almost shouted.
My concentration was on my driving so I only had a brief instance in which to look where she was pointing. It was an instant too long as I felt the tires leave the pavement and the truck begin to slide sideways.
“Ice!” Sharon grunted as she gripped the dashboard with both hands.
The truck had departed from my control. I consider myself an excellent driver and would pit my skills against almost anyone, but there comes a point when inertia and momentum combine with a lack of traction to send a vehicle whirling into the hands of fate. Such a time was now.
We could feel the truck accelerate, driven by the wind on some icy surface that sloped gently downhill. The vehicle was spinning ever so slowly, yet drawn irrevocably down into, what I assumed, was a ravine. Suddenly we were brought to a stop as the tires slammed into an unyielding surface.
We sat immobile, listing at a most uncomfortable angle as the drone of the diesel competed against the howl of the wind. I was the first to speak.
“It seems that we have reached bottom.”
The women turned their head and looked at me with a blank stare.
“We are safe and everyone is in one piece. Cheer up, it could have been worse,” I said in an effort to lighten up the dark clouds on both their faces.
“It can get a lot worse. We can die out here,” Sharon said softly.
“Yeah, you read about it in the papers every winter, Brian. People discovered dead in their vehicles, usually lying in ditches and covered over by drifting snow until the first major thaw. We can’t stay in here,” Beth added.
I knew she was right, but one didn’t just simply wander off into a blizzard on foot. I spoke those sentiments while searching about in my head for a solution.
“Where was that house you saw?” Sharon asked.
“It looked like it was maybe a quarter of a mile down the road and a little off to the right, kinda sitting on a hill. I only got the briefest of glimpses during a momentary lull, but I’m sure it was there,” Beth replied urgently.
I thought about it for a few minutes and then I reached behind me to slide back the partition that separated the bed from the cab.
“I’ll walk over there and bring back help,” I said as I reached for the parka I kept hanging on a hook.
“That won’t work, Brian. You’ll never find us. By the time you get there and back, the truck is going to be covered over in snow,” Sharon said softly. “The only way out is for all of us to go.”
Sharon looked out the window for a few moments, then added, “We better hurry. I can still make out the tracks we made in the snow. If we wait too long they will be obliterated and finding the road will become truly difficult.”
Her logic was inescapable, for only by finding the road can we be assured that we aren’t just wondering off into the prairie to die from exposure.
Bundled up in the warmest gear we could salvage from the back of the truck, we made our way out into the maelstrom that threatened to swallow us whole. It was an arduous trek, fighting the wind and the cold while holding each other’s hand to avoid becoming separated in the blinding snow.
We walked for what seemed like hours, stumbling and frequently falling over hidden debris. We might have missed the house if I hadn’t walked into the mailbox at the foot of their drive. We all looked up into the gathering darkness, vainly searching for the lights we believed were there. Linked arm-in-arm, weary with fatigue, we stumbled up the gravely slope, squinting into the stinging snow for signs of life.
“There it is!” Beth cried out as she tugged on my arm.
Through the gloom and the snow, we could just make out the yellow glow from a pair of windows. The house was probably less than fifty feet away, yet it would have been very easy to miss. With renewed vigor, feeling salvation was at hand; we fought our way through a two-foot accumulation toward the amber sheen that promised warmth and life.
I pounded on the door with what strength I had remaining, hoping my pitiful efforts could be heard over the howl of the wind.
An eternity or two passed until the door was yanked open by a giant of a man.
“Get your butts in here before you freeze to death!” He thundered in a thick accent that sounded German as he yanked me inside then stepped out to assist the women.
“My word! What are you poor souls doing out here in this weather?” The voice rang in my ears as I fell to my knees, exhausted yet thankful for our salvation.
I looked up into the bluest pair of eyes I have ever seen. The woman appeared to be in her late forties to early fifties, her once blond hair now streaked with gray. Her lips were thin but her mouth was wide, showing perfect teeth that gleamed against the weathered tan of her skin. Her hands were equally weathered, but soft to the touch as she lifted me up and began removing my coat.
“You skin is like ice! We must get you into the hot tub immediately!” She exclaimed as she began to peel my outer garments off.
“No, take car of the women first,” I mumbled gallantly as I turned around to seek them out.
“Don’t worry about them, Gerard is taking care of it. We have a nice big hot tub in the back with plenty of room for all of you. Come on, let’s get you warmed up before you go into shock or something.”
In no time at all, the three of us were ensconced in the soothing warmth of a whirlpool spa. The gentle steam rising off the surface of the water brought relief to my dry, overburdened sinuses. The three of us lay in the soothing water, silently trying to recover from our ordeal.
“Here is something that will help warm the insides too,” the gruff but gentle voice of Gerard jolted me out of my reverie and I took the proffered glass from his hands.
“Brandy,” he replied to my unspoken question.
“My name is Gerard and that is my wife Rachel,” he said, indicating the blue-eyed blond who was serving the same beverage to Beth and Sharon.
“My name is Brian, this is Beth and this is her mother Sharon,” I responded in kind, indicating each in turn. “We are most thankful for your hospitality and probably owe you our lives,” I said as I felt strength returning.
“Yes, it is not a good night to be traveling. I assume your vehicle is on the side of the road, probably in a ditch, is it not?” He inquired.
“Your assumption is correct, Gerard,” Sharon replied. “We thought we might make it to town before the worst of the storm, but lost control of the truck when we hit some ice.”
“Yes, it happens all too often. The storms build up over the mountains then spill over suddenly, usually with a ferocity that most people cannot comprehend until they have actually experienced it,” Rachel added.
Gerard and Rachel started removing their clothing.
“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked.
“It is unseemly for us to be clothed while addressing the three of you who are nude,” Rachel responded as she stepped into the hot tub.
It didn’t dawn on me until then that I was sans clothing as were my two companions, yet I found nothing erotic in the moment.
I did, however, take the opportunity to peruse our gracious hosts.
Rachel had the same body as both Sharon and Beth; lithe, yet well rounded. That is where the similarity ended. While Beth and Sharon stood at five-foot six-inches, Rachel was as tall as I, an even six-feet. Rachel was blond and short cropped while Sharon and Beth both had dark brown tresses that flowed about their shoulders. Rachel’s gently drooping breasts were full, capped in pink aureoles and tiny little nipples that stood at rigid attention in the cool air. Beth and Sharon both had small, pert breasts with large brown aureoles and fat nipples that begged to be nibbled on. Like their hair, both Sharon and Beth had dark brown eyes that often reminded me of a puppy’s; soft, warm and trusting. The other differences were more subtle and too numerous to mention.
Gerard was a magnificent specimen of a man. Big, and I don’t mean rotund. He was truly a giant among men, well over six-foot six-inches in height. His chest was broad and thick, as were his arms, the girth of his biceps approaching that of my calves. His hair was white, long and flowing to the middle of his back. His age was difficult to ascertain. On one hand he looked to be in his forties yet upon closer inspection you could see the years around his eyes and mouth. Like Rachel, his eyes were a piercing blue and seemed to shine with equal mirth and sadness. He wasn’t exactly enigmatic, but you could tell that he had seen a lot more of the world than he wanted. He seemed to exude an aura of mystery yet I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. For some reason I felt as if I could trust this man with my life and he would never betray that trust.
I shook these thoughts from my head as I realized he was speaking to me.
“How did you come to be caught in this storm? Don’t you listen to the radio?” He inquired as he eased himself into the warm water.
“Actually, we were listening to CD’s and weren’t expecting the front until tomorrow,” I replied.
“Hrummph, foolish. One learns to pay attention to the weather broadcasts out here. If it isn’t the blizzards in the winter, it is the damn tornados in the summer. An informed individual makes correct choices. An ignorant one usually becomes a victim.”
I felt the sting of his reprimand and knew he was right. In my ignorance I had jeopardized not only my life, but that of my companions as well. It was a lesson I would never forget as the enormity of his words sank home.
“You are correct and I was an over-confident fool,” I said softly as I looked first into Beth’s eyes then those of her mother, seeking understanding if not forgiveness.
“Don’t be too harsh on yourself, boy. Profit from your mistake by never repeating it. Remember that the decisions you make often have consequences that reach out and touch the lives of others. If you must err, try to do so on the side of caution and you’ll live to be both old and wise,” Gerard said in a somber tone.
Those few short sentences were like a sermon, filled with far more meaning than the words themselves could ever convey. It was a conversation that I would live to recall many times in the future.
“Ok, Gerard. Don’t lecture the boy,” Rachel said softly from the other side of the hot tub.
“I apologize, Brian. It just grieves me so to dig out frozen corpses every spring. Simple mistakes can be so very costly,” he paused then took an abrupt change in direction. “So tell us, what are the three of you doing out here?”
We proceeded to tell him of our plans to enjoy a weekend on the slopes.
“I doubt if anyone is going to be on the slopes this weekend. This storm is a monster and they don’t expect it to abate for at least another forty-eight hours. All the highways and airports are closed until further notice. I heard on the radio, just before we came in here, that power has been disrupted in cities all along the front-range due to the unusually high winds and heavy snow. They are urging people to conserve resources and burn wood sparingly.”
“Wow! That bad?” Sharon asked.
“Yep. Seems we have the storm-of-the-century on our hands.”
“How is it you have electricity way out here, Gerard?” I asked.
“I have my own generator that is fed by a natural gas pipeline which runs through my property, the result of a settlement I reached with Reynolds Oil over a dispute we had a few years back.”
“Huh, dispute, he says. He had them by the balls on an EPA violation. It was either Gerard goes to the Feds or they give us all the free LNG we want as long as we live here,” Rachel snorted.
Gerard just smiled and I learned another lesson.
The five of us chitchatted idly for a short while. The feeling had returned to my extremities and I was beginning to get a little warm. I rose up and sat on the edge of the hot tub.
“102 degrees gets warm after a while,” I said.
“Yes, it is not good to stay in here overly long,” Rachel said, as she too got out of the tub. “Why don’t we all retire inside? I’ve brought robes for everyone.”
We were escorted inside to gather in their living room. Rachel prepared salads and sandwiches that we devoured over more light conversation.
The living room was a large rectangular area, roughly twenty by forty feet in dimension. Along one long wall was a built-in entertainment center housing a large screen television and an array of electronic hardware including sound system, short-wave radio, VCR and other devices whose function I couldn’t determine.
I was seated in the middle of a long couch that faced the television with Beth on my right, Sharon on my left and Gerard on her left. Rachel was in a large recliner on my right, situated caddy-corner to the couch.
“So, what does one do to pass the time when locked away from the outside world?” I mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“Well, television is out of the question. We had a satellite system once but found the insipid drivel they were broadcasting to be worthless,” Rachel replied.
“Then, what’s the TV for?” I asked as I pointed to the device in question.
“Movies, we watch a lot of movies and have a rather extensive collection of un-aired material,” Rachel said as her smile became broad.
“Now Rachel, let’s not go there,” Gerard grunted.
“We might as well, Gerard, for it’ll only become too obvious once they get familiar with the house,” Rachel replied.
I raised my eyebrows in question, intrigued by the mystery.
“Ok, then. To make a long story short, Rachel and I practice an alternate lifestyle,” Gerard began.
“You mean you are swingers?” Sharon asked.
“Yes, I guess that is the more common term. We prefer to call ourselves sharers, for there aren’t that many people we “party” with, so to speak,” Gerard responded.
“Oh wow, that is so cool!” Sharon exclaimed. “I’ve always been intrigued by that lifestyle, but the small town in which I live precludes learning much about it except through the Internet.”
“That’s one of the reasons we live so far out and away from the cities. The people we associate with only come here once a month, and then by invitation only,” Gerard said.
“Then, I can guess what kind of movies you were referring to. I assume you film you little get-togethers so that you can relive those experiences on the long, lonely winter nights,” I mused.
“And summer nights, spring nights, all year long!” Rachel chortled.
“You’ll have to forgive my wife. She’s an avid voyeur and can’t seem to get enough.”
“Ha, like someone else I know,” Beth enjoined, finally adding something to the conversation as she looked meaningfully at her mother.
“Really, you like to watch movies, Sharon?” Rachel inquired.
“Yes, I do, and don’t let my daughter fool you. She likes them too and has told me she and Brian spend a lot of their time together watching porn in his apartment.”
I blushed. I had no idea that Beth had informed her mother of the things we do when we are alone together.
“Ha, ha, ha! It seems we are all of a same mind here,” Gerard guffawed.
Rachel stood up and walked over to a side cabinet next to the wall unit. When she opened the double doors I could see row upon row of tapes, all neatly labeled. Even from across the room I could tell there was very little professional material there.
Sharon stood up and walked over to the cabinet. “Wow, quite a collection you have here,” she said.
“Yes, it appears to be several times larger than yours and Brian’s combined,” Beth retorted.
“Would you like to watch one, Sharon?” Rachel asked with a gleam in her eye.
“Sure. I’d love to!”
“That’s my Mom, never pass up an opportunity to watch a dirty movie,” Beth laughed.
“Oh shut-up, daughter of mine. You have your boyfriend to keep you warm tonight.”
“Yes I do,” Beth said softly as she snuggled up against me.
Sharon selected a tape and handed it to Rachel who popped it into the VCR and adjusted some controls as Sharon rejoined us on the couch.
The picture quality was excellent and unlike most amateur videos, the camera was steady without a lot of panning and zooming to distract the viewer. The opening scene showed Gerard lying prone on the floor, the very floor upon which my feet now rested. Two women were taking turns sucking his cock, the size of which was certainly befitting a man of his stature.
“Oh my God, that’s fucking enormous!” Beth exclaimed.
“Yeah, gorgeous, isn’t it?” Sharon replied in a hushed voice.
“Damn Gerard, I used to be quite comfortable with my equipment but you humble me,” I affirmed.
“Size isn’t everything boy, and to tell you the truth, it is often more a curse than a blessing,” Gerard said softly.
“Yeah, right, and money is the root of all evil. I’ll take both, any day,” I said with a snicker. “If size doesn’t count, why do women buy eight-inch dildos when a six-inch will do just as well?”
“Let me tell you from experience. Most women cannot comfortably accept an unusually large cock, and care has to be taken not to injure your partner. It’s kinda like the old rape fantasy. It’s great to dream about it but when faced with the reality, it becomes a disappointing if not fearful experience.”
“Really?” I guess my doubt showed in my voice, for I certainly had a difficult time believing what was being said.
“Well, Gerard, it really depends on the man. A truly aroused woman can handle just about anything. I love my ten-inch dildo, but I only use it after I have had several orgasms from other means,” Sharon retorted.
We watched in silence as the scene progressed. After about fifteen minutes, it showed one of the women impaling herself upon his rigid cock.
“Ummm, not many big men get truly hard, Gerard,” Sharon said softly as she placed her left hand on his thigh.
I felt Beth’s hand sliding beneath my robe. As I felt her fingers wrap around my own engorged cock, I glanced over at Rachel.
Rachel was staring intently at the bulge in my robe caused by Beth’s tender ministrations. She had her right hand between the folds of her own robe, obviously toying with pussy. The sight caused an involuntary twitch.
Sharon noticed where my attention was focused as did Gerard.
“I told you Rachel was a voyeur,” Gerard said.
Rachel just looked over and smiled as she parted the folds of her robe to reveal what her hand was doing.
“Please feel free to masturbate, or whatever you like,” Gerard said to the three of us.
“I will if you will,” Sharon responded as she gently took the edge of Gerard’s robe and pulled it back to reveal his burgeoning member.
As he took himself in his left hand, he reached over with his right and pushed Sharon’s robe down from her shoulders, revealing her breasts and the crinkled nipples that advertised her state of arousal.
Sharon stood up and completely removed the robe before settling back down on the sofa.
I felt my own robe being pulled away from my body. I looked over at Beth who was now as nude as her mother. I watched as her head descended into my lap to take me within her mouth as her right hand toyed with her clit. I raised my eyes to behold Rachel, who now had her legs draped over the arms of the chair and was busy using two hands at the juncture of her thighs.
Then I felt a weight upon my left leg. Sharon had slumped down on the couch, spreading her legs so that one draped over mine and the other draped over Gerard’s. Her head was near his lap and she was making little cooing noises as she gazed intently at his cock while she thrust first one then two fingers in her pussy.
I moaned.
Then I nearly bolted out of my seat as Beth pinched my scrotum between her fingernails.
“You better not be paying more attention to my mother than to me, Brian,” she hissed softly.
Sharon looked up at me and smiled broadly, then winked conspiratorially.
I heard a distinctive buzzing sound and looked over at Rachel who had procured a battery-operated vibrating wand and was pressing it firmly against her mons. She was obviously enjoying herself immensely for as I watched, her hips began to buck.
“Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum,” she gasped softly as her eyes locked on Beth’s busy fingers.
I closed my eyes for a moment; savoring the delicious sensations that Beth’s expert mouth and tongue were providing me. Suddenly I felt her leave me and opened my eyes to see why.
Beth raised her head and looked down between her legs. Rachel was edging the vibrating wand beneath Beth’s hand. Beth seemed to think about it for a moment before spreading her legs to allow Rachel free access to her pussy.
“I’m gonna make you cum, Beth,” Rachel murmured as she placed the wand against Beth’s clit and pushed two fingers of her left hand into Beth’s pussy.
“Ummm, oh yeah, that feels wonderful,” Beth responded as she lay back and cupped her breasts in her hands.
I felt another hand wrap itself around my cock. I looked down to see Sharon’s red-tipped fingers closed tightly about me. I swung my gaze to meet hers.
“I want to fuck you,” she mouthed soundlessly.
Gerard stood up and walked over behind his wife. Slowly he pushed his massive member between her waiting thighs.
Beth was rolling her head back and forth, alternately grunting and groaning. I couldn’t tell what Rachel was doing to her, but she sure seemed to like it a lot. I can’t recall ever seeing her this aroused.
I felt Sharon grasp my left hand and guide it down between her legs.
“I’m really wet for you,” She whispered in my ear. “Play with me.”
I started toying with her clit but she grabbed my hand and forced my two middle fingers within her depths. I started finger fucking her with them as she alternately squeezed and stroked my cock.
Beth started whimpering and I looked over to see Rachel pushing the bulbous head of the wand into Beth’s pussy.
“Holy shit. I’ve never seen her like that before,” I exclaimed as I saw it disappear.
“Oh, GOD! More, I want more,” she cried out.
“I think she’s ready for you, Gerard,” Rachel said over her shoulder.
“Yes, give me that monster cock of yours,” Beth gasped as Rachel removed the wand.
Rachel stood up and took Beth’s hand in hers, lifting her off the couch and guiding her to the floor. Beth lay back and spread her legs wide, staring intently as Gerard approached her.
She reached down and pulled her lips apart as Gerard pressed the head of his cock against her. He pushed and slowly the length of him disappeared within.
“Oh my fucking GOD!” Her breath was coming in short gasps. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck as Rachel bent down and took one of her nipples in her mouth.
I felt a commotion next to me as Sharon arose from the couch then straddled my legs and looked me in the eye.
“I can have you now,” she purred as she positioned her pussy over my raging hard-on. Slowly she descended upon me, the warm wetness enveloping my cock. As she settled onto my lap I experienced a new sensation. The walls of her pussy were rippling up and down the length of my shaft, the sensation reminiscent of getting stroked and sucked at the same time. I stared up at her, wide-eyed, mouth agape.
“I’ve, never….”
“Of course you haven’t. This is what experience brings to the table, young sir,” Sharon said as she leaned over and brushed my ear with her lips.
She buried her head in the nape of my neck as she began to rock back and forth in my lap, pressing her clit against my abdomen as my cock moved within her depths.
“Beth’s a lucky girl, you have a great cock,” she whispered in my ear.
“You’re wonderful,” I whispered back. “I’m going to be wanting a lot more of this,”
“Anytime, big boy. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met.”
She leaned back and grunted as a small spasm shook her frame. Then she leaned over again.
“That’s one. Let’s see how many times you can make me cum,” she said as she nibbled on my ear.
“Did you like watching me play with myself, Brian?”
“Oh yeah,”
“Did you think about it?”
“What?” I grunted.
“About me fucking myself while I watched you and Beth in an adjacent bed?”
“Yeah, I thought about it a lot,” I replied as I felt my seed beginning to boil.
“I thought so. I could tell our little conversation had gotten to you. Your crotch was tented for over an hour.”
“Oh shit. Do you think Beth noticed?”
“Of course she did. Why do you think she’s fucking Gerard? She knew I would take the opportunity but she just couldn’t come right out and say it was okay for you to fuck me.”
“Or you to fuck me, as the case may be,” I replied.
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m fucking you with my hot, wet, horny pussy. I’m going to make you cum. You ready?”
I could only nod my head as I felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on me. She rose slowly then descended just as slowly. The sensation was exquisite. Then she leaned back and reached behind her to find my anus with her finger. She teased the opening and toyed with my peritoneum.
Sharon stared down at me as her jaw dropped open and her breathing became labored.
“Oh yeah, gonna be a big one,” she grunted as her pace quickened.
I placed my hands on her hips and started thrusting back with her rhythm.
“Oh, yeah, fuck me back, Brian. Make me cum,” she grunted.
I had been so engrossed in my own party that I had all but forgotten about Beth, whose screams were now reverberating throughout the room. If she was uttering words, they were unintelligible. I looked over and discovered that she and Gerard had switched places. She was on top and in total control, bouncing up and down on his cock like a trampoline. Rachel was lying next to them, fucking herself with a big dildo in total abandon as she stared intently at the juncture of the coupled pair.
Beth’s scream must have keyed a reaction in all of us as I felt my cock expand even farther. I knew I was on the edge but I kept trying to hold of just a little bit longer. Suddenly, Sharon let out a cry and I felt this incredible rush of fluid wash over my cock. That was all it took for me to lose complete control and I thrust myself mindlessly into Sharon’s depths, my seed exploding within her as I groaned deeply.
Gerard and Rachel must have reached their peak at the same time for all of us seemed to be cuming at once. The walls echoed with the bedlam of grunts, screams, cries and moans as five people rode the waves of ecstatic release.
The post-orgasmic bliss soon faded and the sexual tension dimmed into the background. Though the hour was getting late, everyone agreed that some sort of refreshment would be welcome so Rachel and Gerard retired to the kitchen to return shortly with a huge bowl of fruit and some assorted cheeses.
“You’re not upset with me because of Gerard, are you?” Beth whispered in my ear as she snuggled up against me.
“No, why should I be? You’re a free woman fully capable of making her own decisions. I am surprised that you could accept such an enormous cock for you always felt tight around my modest seven-inches,” I smiled wryly.
“I never would have believed it either if Rachel hadn’t come at me with that wand. I don’t know what she was doing to me but I have never experienced anything quite like that in my life.”
“It was your G-spot, little one,” Gerard said. “If anyone knows about women and their varying anatomies, it is Rachel. She was a sex therapist for almost twenty years.”
“Really? Wow, I guess that explains it then. She knew what she was doing all along,” I exclaimed.
“I’ve always heard about the G-spot but the rumors and half-truths always led me to doubt its existence. I know I searched for mine and never found it,” Sharon said.
“It is hard for a woman to explore herself. There are toys, shaped most cleverly, that will allow a woman to stimulate her G-spot by herself, but you really have to know where it is to begin with. I’ll be more than happy to help you find yours, Sharon,” Rachel smiled.
“I’ll take you up on that offer, but I think I would much prefer you teach Brian where my G-spot is,” Sharon snickered.
“Look Mom, you fucked him and I really don’t mind, but don’t think you are going to stake him out as your own.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it dear. I just want to play with him once in a while.”
Gerard guffawed, the sound reverberating off the walls.
“Brian, I don’t know whether to envy you or pity you,” he snickered as his laughter faded.
I looked at the faces around me and decided that discretion would be the better part of valor. “I guess it remains to be seen, Gerard. I harbor no expectations from either of these beautiful women.”
“Ooooo, nicely said, Brian,” Rachel said.
“Yeah, you avoided that trap smoothly, Brian,” Sharon affirmed with a smile.
Beth simply looked up at me and winked.
“Well, boys and girls, I for one am ready to call it a night. Rachel will show you to your room, but I need to get one thing straight first,” Gerard said as he stood and walked to the middle of the floor.
“While partying with others is considered the norm in this household, the one steadfast rule we have always maintained is that you only sleep with the people you came with. We generally mean that as couples sleep together and not with someone else’s spouse or partner. Since you arrived as a threesome we will permit you to share a room, if you choose. Normally, when we host a party, there are four to six couples here, so a lot of what I am saying doesn’t really apply. The long and short of it is; bed hopping in the middle of the night is verboten. Rachel and I do not wish to be disturbed nor will we disturb any of you.”
“Heard and understood, Gerard. May I infer that you might one day invite us back and knowing these rules in advance will leave us better prepared should we be so fortunate?” Sharon asked.
“You infer correctly, Sharon. As it stands right now, I think you would find a warm welcome in our little circle of friends, should you decide to accept,” Rachel beamed.
The three of us looked at each other and smiled, knowing that the likelihood of refusing such an invitation was nil.
They installed us in a room with two double beds, separated by only enough space to walk between them, and bid us goodnight.
“Well, who sleeps with whom?” Sharon asked with a wry grin.
“Silly question, Mom. I guess you get to lie there and watch, just as you planned all along. I intend to drain what little you left him with,” Beth retorted as she pulled me down on the bed.
“Sounds fair,” Sharon said as she started toward the door.
“Where are you going?” Beth inquired.
Sharon stopped and turned, her hand resting on the doorknob.
“Since my toys are packed up in the suitcase, and that’s in the back of the truck, I’m going to fetch that big dildo Rachel left in the living room.”
“Ha, ha, ha. Leave it to you to find a toy, Mom.”
“Well, fingers are fine but no where near as satisfying as that filled up feeling,” Sharon stated as she opened the door.
“I can’t believe you are still horny, Beth,” I said as she rolled on top of me.
“I may have cum really hard, Brian, but orgasms by themselves are simply sexual releases. I won’t be truly satisfied until you have made love to me,” she cooed in my ear as she began to run her tongue down the side of my neck.
I closed my eyes, savoring the delicious sensations Beth sent coursing through my body. It wasn’t long before I was fully aroused once again. We were so engaged that we didn’t hear Sharon’s return.
After some lengthy 69, I rolled Beth on her back and positioned myself between her thighs. As I plunged my cock home, I looked over at the adjacent bed.
Sharon was exactly as Beth had described many hours earlier. Legs akimbo, she was moving the rubber phallus within herself at the same rate that I was fucking her daughter. She looked at me and smiled at my heated gaze.
“Yes, Brian, I truly love to watch and be watched. Enjoy my daughter while I enjoy you both,” she said softly.
And I enjoyed them both as well.
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