My Stepsister Jen’s Cozy Night Out

Cindy and I walked into the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. We poured ourselves a couple of cocktails and decided to sit in the living room, enjoying our drinks and deciding on dinner.

Jen was already on the sofa, reading a book with her feet up under a blanket. She smiled at us as we joined her, making room on the sofa for us. When her mom turned away, Jen playfully stuck her tongue out at me, before returning to her reading.

We started discussing dinner options, but quickly realized we each had different ideas. To solve the problem, we decided to go out for dinner. I volunteered to make a reservation at one of the Italian places in town, and after a few attempts, managed to secure a table for 8:00.

As I returned to the living room, the atmosphere was silent. “Everything okay?” I asked. “Yes,” Jen and Cindy replied in unison. “Great, we have an hour and a half before we need to leave,” I said. “I’m going to head down to my office and check my email.”

Jen got up and followed me to my office, wearing a skirt that accentuated her curves. Her eyes sparkled with a lusty glint as she leaned against the doorframe. “There’s something I’d like to do to you,” she said, her voice husky.

I sighed, knowing where this was headed. “Did you know your mom is considering leaving her job because of you?” I asked. “Yes, she told me,” Jen replied.

“How do you feel about that?” I asked. “Like an idiot,” she said. “If she quits her job, it’ll be harder for us to…”. She lifted her dress to reveal high gartered stockings, but no panties. My eyes were drawn to her legs, and when I looked up, she was smiling at me.

“Don’t worry, you can still do that,” I said. “But it might not involve me. You’ll have to find another way.” I glanced at my watch. “Your mom is in her office. Why don’t you head back upstairs and study or read before we leave?”

Jen nodded, but before she left, she flashed me a playful smile and bent over, revealing her ass and pussy. “Go!” I said, trying to sound calm. She straightened up, smiled over her shoulder, and headed upstairs.

I sat in my office, trying to process what I had just seen. Jen’s near-nymphomaniac behavior was both thrilling and intimidating. I couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises the evening might hold.

After a few moments, I shut down my computer and headed upstairs. Cindy was putting on street clothes, looking buoyant. “Hi sweetie,” she said, smiling at me in the mirror. She pulled off her sweatshirt, and bent over, revealing her curves. I walked up behind her, holding her close, and gave her a lingering kiss on the back of the neck.

Cindy seemed to enjoy the touch, and goose bumps appeared on her skin. I took off my clothes and started dressing, while Cindy came over to me, holding herself close, and kissing the back of my neck. She gave my cock a quick squeeze before walking out of the bedroom.

We went downstairs, where Jen was waiting for us, wearing the same skirt. We headed to dinner, and were seated in a small corner booth. After ordering cocktails and wine, Cindy excused herself to go to the powder room.

Jen reached over, ran her hand up my leg, and squeezed my dick. “Jesus, don’t do that,” I whispered. “We’re in public.” She smiled, and whispered back, “No one can see – the tablecloths are too long.” I brushed my salad fork off the table, and when I reached for it, Jen got it first, and moved her hand between her legs.

I reached for her hand, but she took mine, and pulled it between her legs. I could feel her excitement, and quickly retrieved my fork, trying to play it cool. “I’m going to the men’s room,” I said, trying to make a quick exit.

Cindy was on her way back to the table, and I caught her eye, smiling at her. I returned her smile, and ran my eyes up and down her figure, giving her a friendly grunt. Once in the washroom, I scrubbed my hands, allowed my hard-on to subside, and washed my hands again.

Dinner was great, and finished uneventfully. We went home, watched some TV, and went to bed. I got in first, holding the covers open for Cindy. She slid into bed with me, wearing a sheer silk nightshirt that hugged her figure.

She lay down next to me, and the feeling of the silk and her warmth was nice. I rolled onto my side, tracing the contour of her body with my fingers. She reached over, turned off the main light, and turned to her nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube.

She applied it to herself, and then rolled me onto my back, straddling me. She took my almost-hard cock in her hand, rubbing it against her pussy as she kissed me. Slowly, she took me inside her, and I felt her inner muscles flexing and massaging me.

I looked at her, and she had a look of serene pleasure on her face. I rolled her over, taking care to stay embedded, and slowly took her to the moon. When her orgasm arrived, her body shuddered and grasped and squeezed my cock, and I came a few seconds later.

We lay together, feeling the afterglow of our lovemaking. It was moments like these that made me appreciate the complexity of Cindy and Jen’s relationship, and the way they both brought out the best in me.

Cindy got up to get a glass of water, and as she walked away, I could see the telltale evidence of our activities on the back of her nightshirt. She was out the door before I could say anything. I heard her and Jen in the hall saying something, and she was soon back in the room with glasses of water for the both of us. After a few sips, Cindy hit the button for the nightlight, and as I was lying on my back, she draped her arm over me and nuzzled my neck.

“Jen told me she’s found a new interest at school,” she whispered. “Really? what’s that?” I whispered back. “Who that is is more like it, and that’s more important,” she said. “Oh… did she elaborate on who? Who’s the lucky guy?” I asked. “She didn’t say, but apparently, it’s someone she’s known for a while. Perhaps I don’t need to worry as much as I thought, now that she has a new distraction,” she whispered.

“So have you decided what you’re going to do?” I asked. “Well, if she starts spending weekends away from home with any regularity, I’ll know she’s fully occupied, and I’ll feel safe,” she said. “What are you going to do with this trip they want you to take?” I said. “That’s coming up pretty soon, isn’t it? You’ll have to make travel plans, and so on,” she replied.

“They made arrangements for me to go, but if I’m going to pull out, I’ll have to do it soon,” she whispered back. “Whatever you feel best. I certainly love it when you’re here, but where my career allows me to mostly be around home, I accept that you have a life, a career, and your priorities. I can’t decide that for you – and unless you ask me for an opinion, I’m only here to listen and support you,” I said.

Cindy whispered, “I know and appreciate that. So I’ll ask you, what do you think I should do?”

“You’ve got to do what you feel is right inside. I’m old enough to take care of myself,” I said. “But would you be able to stay away from her if she did something aggressive? Do you find her attractive?” she asked.

“Do you mind if I turn the light back on?” I asked. “No, why?” she replied. I turned the light back on and picked up the photograph of her and Jen together, taken in the summer, which showed them both to advantage, and showed it to her.

“Does this answer your question?” I asked. She looked at it and asked what my point was. I poked her in the ribs and smirked at her and said, “That is the point. You aren’t looking very hard. My dear, I admire your brains and your beauty, but this is one occasion where I’m at a loss as to where your powers of observation went.”

“The family resemblance between you and Jen is astonishing,” I continued. “She obviously is her mother’s daughter, you have the same hair, same body shape, and you might recall, that I called you Jen when I met you at the pool. I thought you were her, right? You fit into her clothes and she fits into yours. Let’s be realistic, if I didn’t find her attractive, how could I possibly be attracted to you? I wouldn’t be much of a man if I weren’t acutely aware that she’s a lovely young lady, would I? And I know you’re proud of her and would think I was insane if I somehow thought otherwise. Am I wrong?”

“The family resemblance thing is obvious – people have told us both that before,” she said. “Sorry, I’m so used to her that I don’t think even about it, and you pointing it out to me makes me feel a little foolish. I’m slightly taller than she is, but if you couldn’t see you might not know the difference,” she continued.

“I know what I can do, and I’ve been thinking about it – I’m going to cut my hair shorter,” she said. “What will that do?” I asked her. “It’ll be easier to take care of, it’ll dry faster, and there’ll be no mistaking the two of us,” she replied.

The next day, I got home earlier than expected, and when Cindy walked in, my jaw dropped to the floor. She had gotten her hair cut short enough so that it was over her shoulders, accenting her beautiful neck, and framing her face in a way that made her look… elegant.

“What do you think?” she asked, and seemed concerned. I stared at her up and down, and then walked over to her, turned her around slowly, and kissed her tenderly up and down her unobstructed neck from behind. “You’re hair isn’t long enough to conceal the hickies you’re going to have all over your neck by the time I’m done with you,” I whispered.

“Then you’re just going to have to control yourself,” she said, obviously pleased with my reaction. “And if I find myself with any hickies, you’ll have to grow eyes in the back of your head,” she added.

“I decided to do the trip,” she said. “What? Really? What made you decide that?” I asked. “Two things: one, I think I procrastinated too long, and if I were going to pull out, I should have done it earlier – to do so now wouldn’t be professional; two, I’m more at ease since Jen has this new distraction, and I’m hopeful that will work out for her. Plus, she had mid-terms coming up, and a major paper due, so she’ll have to apply herself more,” she explained.

Cindy left on her trip the next week, and she already made arrangements through work for us to go to Bermuda on the company’s dime during what would be Jen’s spring break. Alone.

I ran into Jen in the pool a few times before her mother left for Dallas, and she showed up with a new swimsuit. It was still designed for lap swimming, but it was a bikini style one that showed her toned figure to advantage. It was a beautiful thing to watch her body move through the water.

Some guy who couldn’t swim under control joined her in her lane, and while thrashing around almost collided with her, so she moved from that lane over to mine. We finished up our workouts and ended up in the spa, and chatted. She was working on her exams, but had finished her research paper.

Her roommate had recently taken to “sleeping” with her new boyfriend in their room, and were keeping her up at night. She’d complained to her roommate who told her to mind her own business. Apparently, when Jen pointed out that since they were fucking barely three feet away from her, and that made it her business, her roommate became angered and therefore made zero attempt to keep the noise level down, let alone staying under the covers.

Early the next week, late at night, Jen showed up at the house. I was in my office chatting on the phone with an old friend, when she came to the door, looking exhausted.

“What’s wrong, why are you here?” I asked her. “I can’t sleep, and Donna (her roommate) is simply out of control. She brought not only her boyfriend over, but some friend of his for a threesome, and then they demanded that I join them. I went to the RA, who’s going to try to find me another place to live, but in the meantime, I’m better off here. I hope you don’t mind,” she said, looking very unhappy.

“By the way, where’s mom?” she asked. “She went to Dallas,” I replied. “She didn’t tell me she was going… And for that matter, neither did you,” said Jen, but she was now smiling.

I told her to either go study, or to bed. I had a few things to finish up before I turned in.

I eventually wandered upstairs, and went to bed. And soon, there was a rustling on the bed, and she was there. Naked.

“I have to sleep,” I murmured. “I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. Please go to sleep,” I said, and turned over. “You don’t have to do anything, I’ll do all the work,” she said, continuing, “I’m going to give you a tongue bath you’ll never forget, and the sooner I get started, the sooner we can both get to sleep.”

I groaned and rolled onto my back, knowing she was relentless and wouldn’t give up. She whispered, “On your stomach,” and helped turn me over.

She methodically moved from my neck down my back, kissing, touching, and licking me. I could feel her hot breath everywhere she went, as she progressed down my body slowly.

She gave me a pillow to put under my chest, and continued down my body and legs, pulling the covers down as she went. Jen then turned around and straddled over my body on all fours, rubbing her breasts and nipples all over my back, and ass.

She squatted down, and I felt the obvious wetness of her pussy as she rubbed it on my Achilles tendon, while she kissed the backs of my thighs and ran her hands up the sides of them.

Soon there was a concentration of her working my ass, and she started kissing and rubbing both cheeks, while she caressed my balls and pushed my legs further apart for better access.

All of a sudden, she parted my cheeks and buried her tongue into the crack of my ass, and ran her tongue around my asshole. She poked her tongue into it and started rimming me aggressively as she rubbed her pussy on the back of my leg.

I was now fully awake and delirious, astonished at what a slut Cindy’s daughter was. She collapsed between my legs and worked my backside and balls, as she took them into her mouth.

She then got up on her knees, turned me over, and knelt down to lick the shaft of my iron-hard cock and take me into her mouth. She pushed herself up, allowing my cock to thump against my stomach, when she straddled me and impaled herself on my shaft.

Jen was soaking wet, and her pussy was hot and very tight as she pushed herself down onto me, while her insides made room for my cock. When she bottomed out, I could feel her juices leaking out of her and down my balls.

She sat there in the pitch dark of the room, flexing her pussy muscles, apparently just enjoying the sensation (or satisfaction) of me being embedded in her womb.

Her body started to move up and down my shaft slowly, when she leaned forward and clung to me, and I felt her entire body’s friction while she pleased herself, grinding our pubic bones together.

I ran my hands over her tight and hungry body, and grasped her ass with both of my hands and helped move her. I ran a finger down the crack of her ass and felt the wetness of her pussy on my fingers.

She started moving faster and was groaning, when I felt her insides starting to tighten. Her groans started getting louder, and her body trembled as her orgasm built, and when her body stiffened, I roughly dragged my finger up from the back of her pussy through her ass crack and sank my finger to the knuckle into her asshole as she screamed and shook uncontrollably.

I could feel the rush of hot wetness that poured out of her, so I flipped her over and climbed on top of her, and stuffed my tongue into her pussy and sucked the juices out of it.

She reached for my still-hard cock and sucked it in, savoring her flavor as she ran her tongue over the shaft. I pushed it down deep into her throat, and she pushed me back up, trying not to gag.

I stood up, my eyes locked on Jen’s, as I made my way around the room, my cock still throbbing with desire. I positioned myself between her legs, running my tongue up her inner thigh, brushing my teeth over her nipples as I brought her leg up on my arm. I felt for the opening of her pussy with my free hand, guiding my cock.

Jen’s body convulsed as I drilled into her with all my weight, her pussy tightening around me. A second powerful orgasm shook her, and I continued to drill her relentlessly. But my desire to screw her until she was dry was overruled by my inability to resist the need to empty the contents of my balls, which pumped a commanding load of seed into her loins.

She shuddered again, holding me in place as her orgasm subsided. As I lay on top of her, I could feel her heart beating almost out of her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Her arms finally released me, and I rolled over, and off of her.

Jen whispered, “That was fucking awesome…”. I ran my fingers down her body, and she shivered. I turned over onto my side, and said, “Go to sleep, slave”. As I nodded off, I heard her whispered reply, “Yes, master”.

I awoke early the next day, pulled on my sweats, looked at the young woman lying in the bed, and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. As I toasted and ate a bagel, the coffee brewed, and when it was done I headed downstairs to my office.

I quickly got into work, started writing a report for the executive staff, when I heard the water rushing through the pipes upstairs – apparently Jen decided to take a shower. I was heads down going through some correspondence when I heard her coming down the stairs, and soon she was standing in the doorway of my office in a sheer robe, with her hair up in a towel, holding a mug of coffee.

I said, “No, come on in”. She strolled in, pulled a chair over towards my desk, and sipped her coffee. I was finishing off a message, when she put her feet up on the desk. I reviewed the message, sent it on its way, turned to see her feet up on the desk, legs open, and her pussy looking up at me.

My eyes moved up her body, and then I noticed that she was pleased that I scanned her body before looking at her. She put her coffee down, put her feet on the floor, stood up, and shrugged her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall onto the chair.

She stepped even closer to me, brought her hands to both sides of my face, and gently guided it to her pussy. I could see her hooded clit, and her inner lips hanging just out of her. I removed her hands from the sides of my head, and stood up, and guided her over to the table facing the wall near the door.

I bent her over the table, keeping her legs spread wide and both feet on the floor, and told her to stay there. I observed her muscular ass, legs, and perfect shape as she stayed bent over the table, waiting for whatever I’d planned next.

I slapped her ass, and she jumped, but returned to her position. I ran my hands up her legs, over her ass, up her back, and enjoyed seeing her arch her back. I then brushed her pussy lips with my fingers, to find them damp.

I slowly undid my sweats and allowed them to fall to the floor, and my cock swung free. I rubbed it up and down her bare pussy lips, and started to masturbate her clit with the head. I took my time, and she started trying to push back to take me inside, but I commanded the slave to be still.

Every now and then I rubbed my cock along the lips of her pussy, and up over her asshole, and squeezed the pre-cum out of it, making her ass and crack slippery and wet. Eventually, I started to push inside her, which given the ever-building wetness, was evidently welcome.

Jen sighed when I penetrated her, and moaned when I slid it all the way in. I then pulled it all the way out, lowered myself to my knees, and stuck my tongue into her pussy. Her body smelled fresh, and the aroma of her pussy was intoxicating.

I pulled her outer lips one by one with my lips, and then circled her clit with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. Her pussy was frankly wet now, and she was pushing her ass back to me, trying to get more of my tongue into her.

I stuck a finger into her pussy and got it very wet, and circled it around her cinnamon ring. She squealed and pushed back as I ran my finger around her hole. My finger slid into the first knuckle, and I heard her catch her breath, but she kept pushing back, burying my finger all the way.

I got up, leaving my finger inside of her, and slid my still wet cock all the way to the hilt. She started breathing harder, and I stroked my shaft in and out of her several times when I pulled it back out and squeezed more pre-cum onto her other hole.

I ran my finger around a few times as she pushed back on it, and then pulled it out, and replaced my finger with the head of my cock, which was wet with pussy juice and pre-cum. As I pushed on her, she pushed back, and the head embedded itself in her cinnamon ring.

I took some of the juice that was leaking out of her pussy and put it (with some spit) around the shaft of my cock and pushed into her. When I was about halfway, I stopped and let her get used to this new invasion. I stood looking down at my cock, embedded halfway into the ass of this young woman.

She started to pull forward, but then pushed back, and pushed back some more, and I felt her ring gripping the shaft of my cock as it slowly bottomed out, and my balls were now mashed against her pussy. The thought of being embedded so deeply inside her ass caused my cock to surge with strength.

I pulled out a bit and then sank it back in. She started to move with me, and we started to pump together. Eventually, our pace increased, and I felt my orgasm building. I reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit with my fingers, as her wetness coated them.

When I got to her love button, she became frantic, and squeezed my cock in a way that caused me to lose control and explode into her rectum. I just stood there, trying not to let my legs collapse underneath me while I was rocked by a powerful orgasm, and I pumped jet after jet of sperm into her.

She came hard, and squeezed my cock clear out of her. I fell forward onto her back, and stayed there catching my breath. I slowly pushed myself up, and told her, “That’s enough of you for the morning”.

I picked up my sweats and wandered out of the office, and headed upstairs. I walked into the shower, turned it on, and stepped in. In a few moments, I saw Jen’s naked shape through the shower doors, which then opened and she stepped in.

I was letting hot water run down my body, and she pumped the bottle of body wash, and began silently scrubbing me. I let her bathe me from head to foot, and then she shampooed my hair.

As I rinsed, she soaped herself down, and followed me out of the shower when she was done rinsing. Then, she meticulously dried me off, and then dried herself off as I watched. She then dropped her towel, walked slowly over to me, put her arms on my shoulders, held me close, and kissed my chest.

“Is there anything else I can do for you”, she asked. I said, “Yes. You can now go and do your studying like a responsible young lady, because I’ve got to get back to work”.

I returned to my office, and got back to work. As I was typing away, I heard the doorbell ring. I got up, and walked to the door, and opened it to find Diane standing there with a big smile on her face.

“Hi”, she said, “I’m so glad I could stay here with you and Jen. Thank you so much for your help”. I smiled back at her, and said, “No problem, happy to have you both here”.

Diane walked in, and I saw Jen coming down the stairs, looking a bit disheveled. I asked, “Did you two get any work done today?” Jen replied, “Yeah, we made a lot of progress, and we’re just relaxing for a little while before calling it a night”.

I spent the rest of the evening watching TV with the two of them, and eventually, I excused myself, and went to bed. But as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt a strange sensation in the bed. I opened my eyes to find Jen curled up beside me, and Diane nestled in behind her.

“Jen, what the hell are you doing here?” I whispered, as I realized she was naked and still smelled of sex. “Diane knows about us, so what’s the big deal?” she replied. I was taken aback, and asked, “What do you mean she knows about us?”

“Yes, I told her,” Jen whispered back. “Why?” I asked. “Gee, why don’t you just invite her to come in and watch?” she replied. I was shocked, and asked, “Because she might take me up on it”.

“Besides, she thinks you’re pretty cute, and she was here once when you and my mom were going at it,” Jen said. “She talked about it with me”. I was stunned, and asked, “What do you mean she talked about it?”

“Diane asked me if I was uncomfortable with hearing my mom getting laid,” Jen said. “I told her it made me horny, and I told her about masturbating at the door the first night you and my mom did it”. I was dumfounded, and asked, “Jesus, is there anything you two keep quiet about between each other?”

“We do have sex together, so what’s the big deal?” Jen replied. “Besides, she thought that was pretty hot”. I was reeling, and asked, “Jen, did you tell her about your sneaking into the bedroom when your mom called and said her flight was cancelled?”

“Of course,” Jen whispered back, giggling. “My mom’s nightgown was her idea, and it worked like a charm”. I was shocked, and didn’t know what to say.

Jen’s eyes widened as I revealed my true intentions, her voice laced with a mix of shock and defiance.

“What? I’m not going to let that happen,” she said, poking me gently with her finger.

“Why not?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “You have no problem with me seeing you naked now, and I’ve already seen you having sex with Diane. So what’s the big deal?”

“The only reason you saw us was because you came home early and didn’t announce yourself, and even then you left evidence,” she said, her tone firm.

“Okay, slave, I require you to have sex with Diane and let me watch,” I whispered, my stern tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“You can’t be serious,” Jen replied, her voice trembling. “I said you can make me do anything, but that’s with you, not with Diane.”

“Ah, but you didn’t stipulate who with,” I countered, my voice calm and collected. “You said and I quote, ‘Anything. Any. Time.’ Don’t you want that to continue?”

Jen’s eyes locked onto mine, a flash of understanding crossing her face before she nodded, and I could see the resignation in her eyes.

With a quiet understanding, Jen reversed herself, her face inches from my groin, and took me into her mouth.

The warmth of her mouth enveloped me, and I could feel her gentle suction as she applied pressure with her tongue. Her fingers danced across my skin, tracing the contours of my balls, and I felt myself grow harder in her mouth.

As she continued to pleasure me, I reached out and ran my fingers between her legs, and I was met with a warm, wet heat.

Jen was dripping wet, and her juices were leaking out of her onto the linens. She whimpered as I traced a finger through her pussy lips, and I could feel her muscles tense with desire.

I ran a finger back and forth a few times, and she got up on her knees, straddling my face as she continued to pleasure me. As she lowered her hips, I took her tight ass in my hands and ran my tongue around her pussy, feeling her body tremble with pleasure.

It wasn’t long before I could feel her muscles release, and she gushed her secretions onto my face. She released my cock from her mouth, and I sucked her inner lips into mine, feeling her body shudder with pleasure.

As I continued to pleasure her, she came again, and I could feel her muscles tighten around me. I released her, and whispered to her, “You may continue.”

She regained her composure and started on me again, her movements becoming more urgent as she worked to bring me to climax.

It didn’t take long before my orgasm built, and I released a massive load of hot semen into her mouth. Jen drank it all in, slowly releasing my cock from her mouth, and rolling off of me, panting.

As she calmed down, she wrapped herself over me, and I could feel her heart pounding against my chest.

“That didn’t take long,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

“I think you’re really turned on by the prospect of me watching you and Diane,” I said, my eyes locked onto hers.

“You might be right,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “The thought aroused me, but I’m not sure she’d go for it. On the other hand, she’s probably listening to us right now – she encouraged me to come in here tonight. The thought of me with you really turns her on…”

With a quiet understanding, I disentangled myself from Jen and moved quickly to the bedroom door, peering out into the dimly lit hall. I saw and heard Jen’s door shut, and I knew she was on her way to Diane’s room.

I walked back to the bed, turning on the reading lamp, and took Jen by the hand. “Come on,” I said, my voice firm.

At first, she resisted, but on the second tug, she got up, and I pulled her towards the door of the bedroom.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she whispered, her voice laced with concern.

“Bull,” I said, my voice stern. “This conniving nonsense on her part has gone on long enough.”

I guided her out of my bedroom, across and down the hall to her room, turned the doorknob, and gently pushed the door open, revealing a naked Diane sitting on the bed.

“I think Greg might’ve heard me,” Diane said, her voice trembling.

I took Jen by the hand, and we both slowly walked over to where Diane was sitting on the bed, trying to hold the sheets up to cover her naked body.

Diane’s mouth fell open as she saw me, and I could see the fear in her eyes.

I took one side of the sheet, motioning for Jen to take the other, and pulled it away, revealing Diane’s naked body.

“Wh-what are you going to do?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Jen, you know what I want to see. Get busy,” I said, my voice firm.

Without a word, Jen got down on her knees before Diane, pushed her legs apart, and gently moved Diane’s hand away from her pussy.

Jen leaned in and ran her tongue between Diane’s distended lips and up to her clitoris, circling it with her tongue.

Diane’s eyes were now concentrated on me, as she watched my cock grow into a furious hard-on.

The look in her eyes turned from concern into lust as Jen’s ministrations had their effect, and she stared at my cock.

Her arm and other hand gave up any attempts to cover her breasts as she moved her hands to hold Jen’s head to her pussy and her hips began to respond.

She quickly reached behind her and stuffed a few pillows under her head so she could watch, and then returned her hands to hold Jen’s head, and run her fingers through Jen’s long blond hair.

My cock could wait no more, and I started stroking it as I watched Jen bury her face in Diane’s snatch.

Diane was now moaning with lust, and grinding her pussy into Jen, trying to drive her tongue deeper into her pussy.

Just then, I realized that jacking off wasn’t necessary, so I got on my knees and pulled Jen’s ass up so she was on all fours, and slid my almost painful hard-on into her soaking wet cunt to the hilt.

I let it just sit inside her and enjoyed the feeling of Jen’s pussy muscles massaging my shaft as her juices soaked my sack.

She started to eat Diane with even more energy than she had before, as I started to move my cock in and out of her.

My brain was exultant – I was watching a beautiful young woman lustily eat out her equally beautiful girlfriend while my cock was buried inside her.

As I thrust into Jen, Jen was pushed into Diane’s pussy, and Diane was tweaking her nipples while watching me fuck her girlfriend from behind with a look of animal lust.

This combination was too much for me, and I came powerfully, releasing a torrent of hot cum into Jen’s tight pussy.

Jen moaned as Diane’s body shook and went limp, and I could feel my cock release its load, pumping what little it had left into her.

I pulled out of Jen, and she got onto the bed, straddling Diane’s face, and sat herself down on it as Diane stuck her tongue out to meet it.

Soon, Diane had Jen slowly gyrating over her face as she sucked and drank my load out of Jen’s soaking pussy.

Diane’s pussy was looking at me, and her legs were still open.

I moved forward and took her distended lips into my mouth and sucked them in, feeling Diane’s body respond instantly, and she groaned while she hungrily sucked Jen’s pussy.

I gradually moved up to her blood-engorged clit and sucked it into my mouth, slurping her nectar like a starving man.

Diane’s legs lifted up and she dug her ankles into my back as she tried to pull my face deeper into her pussy.

Sensing that her orgasm was coming, I got up off my knees, and slid my rejuvenated cock into her naked cunt.

She shrieked, her body quaked, her pussy clenched my cock, and I was rewarded by a rush of wetness that gushed out of her pussy.

I left my cock inside her and looked at Jen’s beautiful body, as her muscular ass gyrated on Diane’s hyperactive tongue, and then down at my cock, which was deep inside Diane’s young body.

I was living a wet dream come true, and as the smells of pussy and sounds of raw lust coming out of Jen’s mouth, coupled with Diane’s moaning, motivated me to start slowly move my cock in and out of her.

Her pussy, while not quite as tight as Jen’s, was hot, wet, and smooth as silk, and I could feel her inner muscles as they responded to my cock.

I held off as long as I could, wanting to prolong the most erotic moment of my life, but I came powerfully, and I felt jet after jet of sperm inject deeply into her as my balls emptied.

I pulled out of her, and staggered over to the other side of the bed, where I lay down.

Jen got up and straddled Diane’s head, and sank her pussy onto Diane’s lips as she leaned down to eat Diane’s pussy in a 69.

I practically shivered with excitement as I watched these two locked hotly together, licking and sucking each other’s cunts.

Now Jen was sucking my load out of Diane’s cunt, and I was watching Diane eat Jen’s pussy, while I was only inches away.

It wasn’t long before I watched them both cum, grinding their pussies into each other’s face.

Jen lifted herself off Diane, and Diane looked over at me, her face covered with Jen’s pussy juice.

I kissed her and tasted Jen’s secretions as our tongues met each other.

I reached over and cupped her beautiful breasts, and squeezed her nipples between my fingers.

Jen crawled up on my left side, and Diane was on my right. I lay back as I finished kissing Diane, and they both draped themselves over me.

I couldn’t move anymore. My body was spent, my cock aching with a dull, throbbing pain. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 4:00 a.m. The realization that I had to be up in just four hours didn’t do much to alleviate my exhaustion. I tried to get up, but Diane and Jen held me down, their voices persuasive as they asked me to stay.

The three of us lay there, the only sound the quiet hum of the air conditioning in the background. Jen reached up and flipped off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. I felt myself being pulled into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next day was a blur of activity, but it was a welcome distraction from the carnal indulgence of the previous night. I hit the pool after finishing my tasks, and afterwards, I settled onto the sofa for a well-deserved nap. I was awakened by the sound of Diane and Jen returning home, their voices hushed as they went off to continue their studies in Jen’s room.

I made myself some dinner, calling out to the girls to let them know that supper was ready. A few moments later, they emerged from their room, dressed in nothing but long t-shirts. We had a quiet dinner, and soon, they retreated to Jen’s room once again. I settled back into the living room, watching TV and reading a book until the girls rejoined me a few hours later.

They snuggled up beside me on the sofa, and Jen reached for the blanket, covering us all in its warmth. I nodded off, only to be roused by the sight of Diane’s head moving slowly up and down on my shaft. Jen watched, a look of quiet satisfaction on her face as she stroked my chest.

“Oh, wow,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re amazing, Diane.”

Diane looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. “Thanks,” she whispered back, her voice husky with desire. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

The two of them then got up, their faces flushed with pleasure. I lay back, feeling exhausted but content. The next day was no exception, as Diane opted to stay in at the house while Jen prepared for her exam.

I spent most of the day in my office, only emerging for a late lunch. Diane came into the kitchen, a clingy t-shirt clinging to her curves. “Can I help with anything?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Actually, yeah,” I said, grinning. “Can you cut up some veggies for a salad?” Diane nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll get right on it.”

As I grilled up some marinated chicken, I couldn’t help but notice the way Diane’s t-shirt clung to her curves. She was still wearing nothing underneath, and the sight of her bending over to fetch something from the fridge was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“So, Diane,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I was thinking… maybe we could move in together?” Diane looked at me, a look of surprise on her face. “Why’s that?” she asked, her voice cautious.

“Well,” I said, trying to think of a good reason. “It would be convenient for both of us. And it would be nice to have some company around here.”

Diane nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “That’s a good point,” she said. “But my brother’s thinking of moving to town. We were thinking of getting a place together.”

“Really?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. “That’s great. I’m sure he’ll be happy to have you as a roommate.”

Diane smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yeah, I’m sure he will,” she said. “But anyway, what made you think of me and Jen moving in together?”

“Well,” I said, trying to think of a good reason. “I just thought it would be nice to have some company around here. And it would be convenient for both of you.”

Diane nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “I see,” she said. “Well, it’s definitely something to consider.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing the pros and cons of the idea. Finally, Diane excused herself, saying that she needed to go ask me something. She walked into my office, a look of determination on her face.

“Are you busy?” she asked, her voice husky with desire. “I need to ask you something.” I shook my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “No, I’m not busy. What do you need to ask me?” Diane walked over to my desk, her eyes never leaving mine. “I was wondering if I could do you a little favor,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

“What kind of favor?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Diane smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

Diane cleared off my desk, her eyes never leaving mine. She sat down, her legs spread wide, and looked at me expectantly. I stared at her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her naked pussy. She looked up at me, a look of expectation on her face.

I moved my chair forward, my eyes never leaving hers. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Diane smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Just do what you do best,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste her. Diane sighed, her body relaxing into my touch. I started to circle her clitoris with my tongue, my fingers digging into her thighs. Diane moaned, her body responding to my touch.

Suddenly, Diane’s body tensed up, and she whispered “Wait,” her voice husky with desire. I looked up at her, my eyes questioning. Diane smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m going to get you back for this,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

Diane stood up, her eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll be right back,” she said, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers. Diane walked out of the room, leaving me feeling confused and intrigued.

I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about what had just happened. I had no idea what Diane was planning, but I had a feeling that it was going to be interesting.

Just as I was starting to relax, I heard Diane call out to me. “Greg? Can I come down and ask you something?” I looked up, my eyes questioning. “Yeah, sure,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Diane walked into my office, a look of determination on her face. “Are you busy?” she asked, her voice husky with desire. I shook my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “No, I’m not busy. What do you need to ask me?” Diane walked over to my desk, her eyes never leaving mine.

“I was wondering if I could do you a little favor,” she said, her voice husky with desire. I looked at her, my eyes questioning. “What kind of favor?” Diane smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

Diane cleared off my desk, her eyes never leaving mine. She sat down, her legs spread wide, and looked at me expectantly. I stared at her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her naked pussy. She looked up at me, a look of expectation on her face.

I moved my chair forward, my eyes never leaving hers. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Diane smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Just do what you do best,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste her. Diane sighed, her body relaxing into my touch. I started to circle her clitoris with my tongue, my fingers digging into her thighs. Diane moaned, her body responding to my touch.

Suddenly, Diane’s body tensed up, and she whispered “Wait,” her voice husky with desire. I looked up at her, my eyes questioning. Diane smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m going to get you back for this,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

Diane stood up, her eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll be right back,” she said, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers. Diane walked out of the room, leaving me feeling confused and intrigued.

I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about what had just happened. I had no idea what Diane was planning, but I had a feeling that it was going to be interesting.

Just as I was starting to relax, I heard the sound of the girls returning home from their exam. I got up to greet them, but as I walked into the living room, I was greeted by a sight that made my heart skip a beat. Diane and Jen were lying on the floor, their bodies entwined in a 69 position. Jen’s pussy was pointed towards the open door, and Diane was happily slurping away at it.

I stood in the doorway, frozen in shock. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. But as I looked at the two girls, I felt a surge of desire run through my body. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to them, to their bodies and their desire.

I pulled off my sweater and dropped my pants, my cock growing hard as I watched the two girls. Diane saw me at the door and motioned me over. She used her fingers to part the lips of Jen’s cunt, and ran her tongue around her clitoris. I walked over and slid my cock into Jen’s open pussy, feeling a surge of pleasure run through my body.

I left my cock in there, and exulted in the combination of Jen’s pussy muscles squeezing my shaft and Diane’s tongue licking my balls. It was a feeling unlike any other, a feeling of pure pleasure and desire.

The rest of the weekend was a blur of sex and desire. The girls and I spent our time indulging in every possible position and scenario, our bodies burning with desire and pleasure.

It wasn’t until Monday morning that reality set in. The girls had to return to school, and I was left alone in the house, feeling exhausted but content. I spent the next few days recovering from our weekend of sex and desire, but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment that it was over.

Just as I was starting to get used to the quiet of the house, I received an email from Jen. She told me that Diane’s roommate had given her notice, and that she was planning to move in with Jen. I was happy for them, but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness that our little trio was coming to an end.

A few days later, Cindy came home. I was happy to see her, and I spent the evening making her dinner and wine. We sat down to eat, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for her presence in my life.

Cindy was the only one who truly understood me, who truly knew how to make me happy. And as we sat down to eat, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. This was where I belonged, with Cindy by my side.

As we finished dinner, Cindy stood up and walked over to me. She pulled me into a deep kiss, her lips warm and inviting. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling a sense of gratitude and love.

“I’ve missed you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Cindy smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ve missed you too,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

We spent the rest of the evening making love, our bodies burning with desire and pleasure. It was a feeling unlike any other, a feeling of pure love and connection.

And as we lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that I had found what I was looking for. I had found my perfect match, my perfect partner in life. And I knew that I would never let her go.

Cindy’s sun-kissed skin glistened in the warm Bermudian sun, her bikini a vibrant splash of color against the lush green gardens of our boutique hotel.

“So, did Jen behave herself while we were apart?” Cindy asked, her voice husky with concern.

“I’d say she behaved… adequately,” I replied, choosing my words carefully.

“Diane’s staying over, right?” Cindy ventured, a hint of relief in her tone.

“Yes, that’s right. And I should mention, Diane’s roommate gave her notice, so Jen’s been wanting to move in with her.”

Cindy’s expression turned thoughtful. “Well, with the semester winding down, it’s not like it would be a big deal if she did move in…”

“She gets good grades, Cindy. And she works hard for them. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if she moved in with Diane.”

Cindy nodded, her eyes narrowing in consideration. “I suppose it might not be the worst idea, after all…”