Two weeks later, I called Jen. I had been calling Christine every other day, but she never returned my calls. I started to get worried when Jen said she hadn’t heard from Christine either; from what Jen had told me, Christine definitely wasn’t the type to do what the three of us had done a few nights ago, and I was afraid that she was experiencing some severe regrets. I wanted to do something to rectify the situation, but I really didn’t know where to start.
That night as I sat in my apartment pondering this very subject, my phone rang, and it was Christine. She had one of those voices that made everything better. Her voice reached down into my soul and extinguished all of the anxiety I had ever had about anything. She had a voice that could sooth a rabid dog, calm a rampaging elephant. I didn’t stand a chance. She didn’t have much to say. "Don’t talk," she began, "if you are serious about wanting to see me again, pick me up tomorrow night at 8. We are going out. If you agree, say yes." I was a bit taken aback by her directness, but as the theme of this month already seemed to be “John Dominated by Asian Girls,” I quickly answered "yes." She said "Good. Dress like an adult. You’re taking me to Nova Terra. If you ever, EVER want to experience what you experienced two weeks ago again, you’re going to have to show me that you can treat me like a lady. I say this because, despite my first impression, that is what I am. Is that clear?" Again, I acquiesced. "I’ll be there at 8." As she hung up on me, I pondered this new turn of events; it seemed she wanted a date, a real romantic date. I spent the next 24 hours planning ways to romance the shit out of her.
I showed up at her dorm on Livingston promptly at 8 pm in my big Black Mustang, and opened the door for her. She looked absolutely ravishing in a gold and white dress with matching white heels that appeared to be Monolos and a white Chanel bag. This girl really knew how to dress--a trait that I appreciated. She smiled as I held the door for her, "I see you got my point, thank you sir.” As she went to sit down, she noticed the dozen roses on the passenger seat and picked them up. I closed the door and ran around to my side, thanking God that she looked before plopping her ass down on the big bundle of thorns sitting there. That would have been decidedly un-romantic. I got in and gunned the engine; horsepower impresses everyone, men and women. She fidgeted a little from the vibration, "The flowers are nice, if a little generic. At least they’re fresh." I could tell she wasn’t grading tonight on a curve, I’d have to be on my "A" game if I ever planned to get in her pants again. "So," I started, "what made you decide to give me a chance?" She gazed out the window and said, "I was a little ashamed of what I did with you and Jen; like I said, I really am not that kind of girl. But I have come to the decision that that kind of girl is inside of me somewhere, and you brought her out of me. And I liked it." As she said the last part, she looked at me and smiled a small smile, which made me feel all warm inside, like when you have the first shot of whiskey for the evening. "Who you saw that night was not me, not really. I usually am very picky about who I date, and I decided that you have to win me, earn the chance to be with me on a regular basis. You see what some of the perks are to being with me. I am not usually so forward, but I think the time to be coy has passed. You made the effort to call, so I think you have shown that you may be serious about wanting to see me. I had to know for sure."
As she spoke I was pleased to see she was starting to blush. "Yes, I did want to see you. I wanted to see you that night and the next morning and every minute between then and now." I was gushing, definitely not my usual style; the cool, smooth seducer I usually am, was nowhere to be found. I found myself surprisingly emotionally naked before this woman. Fortunately, we pulled up to Nova Terra before I could embarrass myself further.
The valet opened Christine’s door and gave her a look that sparked a rarely felt emotion in me: jealousy. Sure, people stare at the women I date, they’re all model quality, but I usually don’t care. But that night, for some reason, I felt this powerful urge to not have him staring at my girl. I shot the valet a look that inferred a swift and blindingly painful demise if he even thought about looking at my date that way again. I had a lot of those looks; they come in handy when one is a superhero. He got my meaning immediately, and shuffled off to park my car. I ran over and opened the door for Christine, "Sorry, I just had to take care of something." She looked at me and giggled, “Yeah, I saw that. Try not to murder the bartender if he looks at me funny, OK?"
She was right; I was coming off like a hyper-testosteroned 16 year-old football jock protecting his cheerleader girlfriend. But damn, she looked fine tonight. Christine held my arm as I ordered a table for two, and we went to the bar to wait. I ordered a Malibu Bay Breeze for her (when ordering for women, you can’t go wrong with a Bay Breeze or vodka/cran) and a gin and tonic for myself. "How did you know I like Bay Breezes?" she asked. "I don’t know, lucky guess. So I didn’t mention it yet, but you look absolutely gorgeous." She took a sip of her drink and replied "First of all, thank you, and second of all, if I’m so gorgeous, why haven’t you noticed me before? Two weeks ago wasn’t the first time we had met you know." “That can’t be right,” I thought. I studied her face and searched my memory. Slowly my mind found several images of her from my past : When Jen first caught my eye, Christine was right next to her. And she was also a physical therapist for the football team! I had seen her lots of times at practice, why had I never noticed before?
“Oh my god, you’re one of the team trainers aren’t you?” She nodded and took another sip of her drink. "For the last three years, I’ve even worked on you from time to time, even though you never seemed to get hurt. In fact, I don’t think I even once…" "Oh look, our table is ready," I interrupted. I tried to fake injuries every now and then in order to hide my secret identity, but the physical therapists would definitely be able to know for sure whether I was hurt or not. In any case, I thought it a good idea to cover up a lie with some well-timed but damaging truth. I stalled for time, pulling out her chair for her, and looking over the menus. Eventually I said, "To be honest, I never noticed you; you weren’t my type of girl." I quickly added, "You aren’t a slut, and you have class. Most of my time here, I have been chasing the easy girls, the shallow girls, the ones who I absolutely know that I can sleep with without a problem. But you were not and are not that type of girl. I knew just from glancing at you that you were intelligent, that you had class, and that you carried yourself with a certain amount of respect. I was not used to girls like you, and I had no idea how to even approach a girl… woman such as yourself.”
Her eyes perked up a little and she said with a smile, "So what you’re saying is that I was too good for you?" Relieved that I had lessened the tension, I said "Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I’ve never been with a respectable woman before, and I had no idea how to even begin to try and romance one." I guess that was an acceptable answer, because Christine visibly relaxed, but then quickly looked me right in the eye and said "Do you know how to romance a respectable woman now?" To be honest, it was a question I had been asking myself since yesterday. Her large brown eyes transfixed me. They were amazingly elegant and alluring, shining with strength and intelligence; I couldn’t bullshit this woman if my life was on the line. I didn’t want her to know that I doubted myself though, so with all of the fake confidence I could muster, I said "That’s for you to decide, now isn’t it? But I think the answer will be yes."
Dinner went uneventfully, and we both seemed to enjoy the conversation. Turns out that she isn’t a certified physical therapist yet, but that’s what her eventual goal is. Right now she’s just doing what she can to get experience for when she applies to grad school.
The more we talked, the more beautiful she became. I gave her all of the signs that I was paying attention, being a good listener is very important to women, but all the time I was cursing myself for not noticing her sooner. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized just how wonderful it could be to have an actual real conversation with a girl for the purpose of learning information, and not just to talk her into having sex with me. I was learning that a woman could actually be more than a sex object. Look, I’m a 20 year-old male, don’t judge me--it takes most guys decades to figure out that women are good for more than just sex.
I did all of the gentlemanly things: I ordered for her, I didn’t eat like a huge ravenous monster, I put my napkin in my lap, kept my elbows off of the table, in short, I tried to show her that I wasn’t raised by wild pigs. It seemed to impress her, because I am certain that she noticed. I don’t think that I used the right fork for my salad, but I don’t think she was grading that closely… I hope.
When we were finished eating, they cleared a space for dancing and started to play some salsa. "Oh," I said, "do you like to dance?" Without waiting for an answer, I dragged her to the dance floor." “But Johnny, I don’t know how to salsa, I’m really not that great a dancer." "It’s OK babe," I said, "just follow my lead."
I took her by the waist and pulled her close to me. I guided Christine across the floor effortlessly; she wasn’t as bad as she said she was. Either that, or she was an incredibly fast learner. When I spun her, she spun, when I dipped her, she dipped. I had never achieved such synergy with someone the first time dancing such a complicated dance. She was light on her feet and very comfortable in her own skin. After a few songs she started to anticipate where I was going, and our bodies moved as one. The more we danced, little beads of sweat began to form on her chest and trickle down her breasts; an incredibly erotic sight. In fact, the whole thing was turning me on a lot considering that her ass wasn't grinding against my crotch like most of the stripper wanna-be's I danced with. I couldn’t tell how she was feeling, she was concentrating too hard on keeping up with me. She looked like she was having fun, and the closer we became the more I would touch her. It was the most subtle seduction I had ever attempted.
A caress there, a brush here, and every now and then my hand would graze her breast or drift across her stomach, lingering every so briefly on her curvaceous hips. To my surprise, I noticed that it actually seemed to be working. By bits and degrees she seemed to be getting turned on. Christine's breath came faster and faster, and it wasn’t from the dancing. Who knew that not being an overbearing jerk could actually win you a woman; more importantly, who knew I had the ability to not be an overbearing jerk? This girl was teaching me more about myself in one night than I had learned in the last year. As I was lost in revelry, I hadn’t noticed that my body was on auto-pilot, and was running Christine ragged. I gathered her up and took her back to the bar. "I’m sorry," I said, “I get kind of carried away when I’m dancing. You are great by the way, you really underestimate yourself." I ordered her water, which she drank immediately. "I don’t know, I felt like you were doing all of the work."
"Oh, I was" I said, " when I dance with someone less experienced than me, I lead as much as possible as a reflex. When you learn more steps, I’ll be an afterthought. You’ll be the star of the dance floor, you know, assuming that we have a second date." She dabbed some sweat off of her head, around her neck, and then down her chest. I couldn’t help but stare every bit of the way. "Well, right now it’s looking like a distinct possibility. I’ve never danced like that before, and I want to do it again, after I’ve had some time to practice. I just wanna say thank you Johnny, I really like having new experiences like this." She hugged my arm and nuzzled against me like she always wanted to be right were she was right now; eliciting a strange emotional response from me something akin to what I’ve heard called "Love?" "Hm? What did you say?"
"Oh nothing, nothing. Hey why don’t we get out of here, I know somewhere we can go." We went to the door where my car was waiting. I quickly inspected it for scratches, and just for fun, shot the attendant yet another glance that I’m certain brought him to the edge of complete pants-wetting.. I looked at Christine to find that she was suppressing a smirk. “You like it when I scare people, don’t you?” She straightened her face out and lied “No, that is wrong, and you should stop... eventually..”
The valet attempted to open the door for her, but I looked him off and opened the door myself. This time I definitely saw her giggle. We took off down rt 18, speeding all the way. I didn’t have to worry about cops because my best friend Melissa radar-proofed my Mustang. Christine didn’t know that but she was surprisingly calm as I aggressively wove through the ever-present traffic in East Brunswick. "I hope the way I drive doesn’t bother you", I said full well knowing that I wanted to see how she’d take my driving, “I tend to speed." She reclined leisurely in my comfortable leather seat crossing her deliciously golden and toned legs, "No, actually I like it. It’s relaxing and exciting at the same time, like being in an action movie. Besides, I trust you." She likes the way I drive! I was giddy; very few girls could stand the way I drove when I drove the way I wanted to. The concept of a woman “trusting” me was quite foreign; I had no idea what a woman meant when she said she trusted a guy. I’d have to ask Melissa about that tomorrow. "Where are we going anyway? It’s the middle of the night and all the bars are closed. We already ate so we can’t be going to a diner." I could tell that all of the Bay Breezes were starting to kick in as her face took on a nice rosy red flush. She took her heels off and put her feet on my dashboard. Hm, cute toes.
"We are going to the beach.”
"Really", she said, "but it’s the middle of the night. People don’t go to the beach at night."
Twenty minutes later we were walking in the sand at Long Branch Beach. I carried her so that 1. she didn’t have to put her heels back on and 2. the alcohol really started hitting her on the way down and she was having trouble walking on sand. I sat us down on one of the dunes next to the water, and she sat in my lap. I held her close as we gazed out into the deep blue darkness of the Atlantic Ocean at night, and we just talked. We talked about everything; school, physical therapy (her job), sports (my job), money, our families, our past, our future… everything. I had never been on a date that lasted this long where I wasn’t having sex with the girl by now, and I did not care. Apparently there are types of gratifying intercourse other than sexual. I had never felt so relaxed and at ease in my life, and the feeling seemed to be mutual as I looked down and noticed she had fallen asleep in my lap like a little kitten. As I ran my fingers through her jet-black hair, I laid back and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, to mark it down in permanent ink in my consciousness. It is moments like these that sustain me when life is literally exploding around me and everything is chaos and pain. These quiet times with people who really mean something to me, this is the meaning of life. Right now, my existence was summed up in this dream of a woman who slept like an Angel in my lap. I thought maybe 5 minutes had passed, but when I opened my eyes again the sun was up.
"Christine, Chris wake up, we fell asleep." She slowly came to and looked at the sun coming up over the waves. "Mmmm it’s beautiful." “Come on honey, it’s time to go home." I gathered her up again and carried her back to the car. She looked like a little Asian angel in my passenger seat, and it was hard for me to take my eyes off of her and focus on the road. When we got back to Livingston I gently nudged her awake. “Chris babe, you’re home.” I walked her to her door and suddenly realized that I was not automatically invited in. She looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said, “Johnny, I had a wonderful night. You are hereby invited to call me later today for a second date.” She smiled a smile brighter than the rapidly rising sun. “OK, that’s cool. But do I get a good night, er, good morning kiss?”
Her answer was not with words, but with the slowest, most seductive, gentle, kiss I had ever had, or have had since. It was deceptive, for somewhere in her kiss there was a hint of the Tiger I had experienced two weeks ago. I can’t imagine that was an accident, I think maybe she wanted to remind me what my reward for good behavior could be. "Good night Johnny.” I watched her as she walked up the stairs inside until she was out of sight. I focused on her walk; she had been out all night, I danced her ragged, then we slept on the beach, and she still managed to walk like a supermodel; in heels no less. I took a deep breath and headed back to my car, her kiss leaving me more hung-over than any vodka ever could. Her scent lingered in my car, and every time I inhaled thoughts of her filled my head yet again. That’s how my first lesson in dating a respectable girl went. I decided that if all of my lessons were going to be like this, then I would be her best student from now on.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Lee Smith was accustomed to getting what he wanted. He was one of the few stock brokers on Wall Street who wasn’t universally hated for robbing the general public of their money. On the contrary, he had seen the writing on the wall early, and cleaned up his act way before his colleagues did. When the mobs came and guillotined his co-workers in Times Square, Lee found himself looking like one of the good guys. He had cut ties to Bernie Madoff way before Madoff dragged himself and everyone around down with him. Lee was good at seeing the train coming down the tracks, and he was always smart enough to get out of the way. This was one of the traits he tried to instill most in his son Gunnar. He loved his son, but Gunnar was woefully unprepared for what he couldn’t see coming. He never handled change well, and the unexpected usually took him completely by surprise.
Consequently, he knew very well that his son and his son’s dancing partner were going to have troubles this year. He knew that Shaylbeigh, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, was developing, and that there was nothing she could do about it, it was simply the effects of the passage of time. He also knew that his son, who was generally very intelligent, would be caught completely off guard by Shayl’s development. He also recognized that this would cause friction, tension, and dissension in his camp. Having once been a horny young man himself, he was pretty sure he knew where all of this would leave. So when he waited for the night when Gunnar and Shayl to have a late practice, he knew that the night he was waiting for had come.
“You didn’t expect the two of you to get better without your stalwart coach’s leadership did you?” Lee looked at his team and smiled, while undoing his tie. Shayl and Gunnar, on the other hand, could not have been more mortified. They were both stark naked and on display in front of their Coach (and Father!) This was worse than being caught, because there was no way to possibly cover themselves. What was even stranger was how cavalierly their Coach seemed to be responding to the situation. Gunnar stammered and stuttered his embarrassment to his father, “Dad, what are you, I can’t… this isn’t…” Shaylbeigh, for her part, couldn’t have cared less. They were obviously caught, and she wasn’t about to let a little exposure harsh her buzz. She was still riding the tiny waves of pleasure that her orgasm had produced, and thought it best to sit back and enjoy herself.
“Bon jour Couch Smith. Gunnar and I thought that putting in some extra time together would help improve our performance. And your son is an excellent performer.” She smiled a lustily satisfied smile and stroked the inside of her coaches thigh. Gunnar’s penis had retreated like a French soldier in the face of his shame, but Shaylbeigh was far from being done. The tiny reverberations of pleasure seemed to trigger more more yearnings between her legs, and she figured if she had already gone and fucked her partner, why stop here? The only person she trusted more in the world was her Coach.
“You’re right, it was so rude of us to not include you. Can I make it up to you now?” Lee had his shirt off and was reaching to undo his pants. He had been painfully erect for the last 20 minutes, watching his son fuck his protege, and it was high time he had some relief. “Oh yes Shayl, you can.” His cocked leapt from his pants and landed with a *plop* on her nose. Shayl craned her head backwards and sucked as much of his cock down her throat as she could. She wasn’t nearly the sex kitten that she portrayed to the media, but she found that she was quite the fast learner when it came to cock-sucking. She sat up on her elbows so that she could take more of him into her mouth, and worked her head back and forth. Lee had plenty of blow-jobs in his life, but this amateur was working like a professional. Luckily for him she never learned how to use her hands, so he was definitely getting the hands-free head he had always dreamed of. Shayl’s nipples were extra-hard again, and Lee found himself salivating at the sight of her delicious pussy.
“Hey boy, make yourself useful and eat our little Shayl’s pussy? You should know by now to never let a girls clit go unattended.” Gunnar had never heard his father talk like this. Then again, he had never seen his dad get a blowjob from his ice dancing partner before, so this was just a day full of firsts for him. Eventually his mind came around to the same conclusion that Shaybeigh’s did, and he bent forward on the bench and sank his tongue as far into his partner’s juices as he could. Shaylbeigh jumped and nearly hurt herself; she was in an incredibly awkward position. Her neck and back were strained backwards, her throat full of dick, and her entire weight rested on her ass as she wrapped her legs around Gunnar’s head. If she wasn’t used to be twisted around so much she might have been uncomfortable. She was also enjoying the fact that she was getting pleased at both ends, but it did occur to her that there were better ways of doing this. She carefully extracted the many inches of penis from her throat and said “For a Coach you are not doing a very bad job of directing.” Lee got the point and said “You’re right, there are more comfortable places we could be doing this. You two throw something on and follow me.”
The trio went up the elevator to the executive offices of the practice rink. Because of Lee’s donations it was overly posh for a practice rink office, but this is exactly the reason Lee had the place upgraded. He dropped his pants again, and Shayl beamed at the sight of his 10 inch rod. She had her silky robe on again, but now was wearing nothing but her heels. Gunnar was behind her, holding her hand. She performed a slow striptease for them and then took charge of the situation once again. “Now, do my two big strong men want to make me happy tonight? Go sit on opposite ends of the couch.” The Smiths did as she said and sat naked on each side of the couch. The voice screaming in his head that it was very wrong for him to have a threesome with his Father and his Partner was quickly drowned out by the even more impressive longing his cock had to return to Shayl’s pussy. Everything Gunnar had trained himself to be at this point in his life rebelled against the way Shayl had total control now over his body and mind… and he just didn’t care. He did still feel weird that he was sitting but a few feet away from his naked father, but Shayl solved that problem quickly.
“Now tonight, and if we ever do this again, you both understand that I am the one who makes the rules, and you are the ones who obey them yes?” The Smith men nodded their heads childishly, like kids who are anxiously behaving in order to get an extra cookie after dinner. “Good”, Shayl said, and an evil smile planted itself firmly on her lips. She wound up her body like a snake, hypnotically, then just as quickly she raised her left foot high in the air and brought it down on Gunnar’s left shoulder. It hurt more than he could ever think she could hurt him, but he was to embarrassed to show his discomfort. A bruise soon appeared where her foot was, but he did not care. All he cared about at this point was the wet tantalizing flesh that awaited him at the top of her thigh.
“Gunnar my sweet, you will eat me and eat me and eat me until and after I gush all over your face. And since it would be rude to ruin this nice couch, I want you to make sure you swallow every bit of my cum, yes? Treat it as precious and do not let it hit the ground.” Again, Gunnar weakly nodded his head. He was still trying to wrap his head around what was happening, when Shayl just as quickly brought her foot back to her body, gracefully posing on one platformed heel. She made a point to drag her heel across his shoulder, leaving a slowly burgeoning rivulet of blood where her Jimmy Choo had been. She then turned her attention to the elder Smith and said “As for you, Coach, you are going to let me suck that big cock of yours and you will cum in my mouth. While I’m doing so you will gently pull and tug at my hard nipples, do you understand?”
Lee smiled broadly and said “Well look who’s giving the orders now. I never would have thought you’d grow into your body this way, not when I met you as a panicked lil girl with stagefright. Oh, and I don’t get any ‘punctuation’ to my orders? If my son can take it surely I can.” Shay inwardly bristled at the reminder of how scared she had been to perform when Lee first took her as a student. Again in a flash, she raised her right leg and planted it right on his chest, slightly impaling him and immediately drawing blood. “All I require from you is a yes or a no.” Lee smiled again and said “That’s more like it. Yes, I will do whatever you say.”
Shayl withdrew her foot, again, slowly and gracefully, with the aura of sudden violence still hanging in the air. “Good. Well, let’s begin then.” She crawled into Lee’s lap and swallowed down his meat with little effort, using her hands only to gain leverage to swallow more of his cock deeper into her throat. She arched her back as much as she could, and her perfect bubble butt was exposed fully to Gunnar’s face. He wasted no time in lapping at her lips like a cat laps up milk. He was surprised by his own eagerness, especially considering the pain in his shoulder. He nearly sucked her entire vagina into his mouth, then let it go. Once he had cleaned her sex of it’s moisture, he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it rapidly with his tongue. Shayl nearly gagged on Lee’s dick, not because of how far down her throat it was, but because of the ridiculously powerful sensations Gunnar was producing. She re-focused herself and sucked hard on Lee’s penis. She wanted to know everything about him by the pulse she felt with her tongue. She assaulted his cock-head with her lips and tongue. She felt impatient and she wanted to show her Coach how she wasn’t that scared little girl anymore. This whole situation had her so hot she wanted to make him cum harder than he ever had before.
For Lee’s part, she was succeeding. She had heard so much complaining form her female friends about how they hated to give head, but she did not share that sentiment. Maybe it was the guys they were with, maybe she was just some sort of sex-crazed freak; in the end it didn’t matter. It was her mouth and she’d put it where she wanted. The first blast was the greatest she would ever experience. Lee, being older, had hid the fact that he was going to come, and unloaded a bucket of sperm into her throat. She choked and pull back, putting her in perfect position for the facial Lee so badly wanted to give her. By, facial, he meant her face, hair, tits, and any other exposed skin he could cover. Lee was glad he kept himself in shape, his sperm count was as healthy as ever. Meanwhile, Gunnar felt her shudder as if she’d been electrocuted, and a wave of cum hit his face as hard as it had it Shayl’s. He struggled to swallow everything that came at him, but it was pointless. In the end, both Shaylbeigh and Gunnar looked spent, and Lee stood over them, shaking his head in disapproval.
“I’m 45 years old, and I outlasted two teenagers? That’s why you two have been sucking out there lately, you’re out of shape!” The two would have protested if they both weren’t ridiculously spent from their sexual exertion. “What do I always tell you two?”
Even in their erotic stupor, Shaylbeigh and Gunnar answered in unison “Push yourself hard, as hard as you can until you find your limit, then go further.” Lee smiled again “Well, I see you have been paying attention. Now I’m going to push you both harder than ever before, unless you want to give up and go home. You don’t look like you could handle another go round Shaylbeigh.” Now, if Shaylbeigh had one weakness, it was that she was easily bated. It was very easy to get her angry, and she took everything as a personal challenge. As tingly and warm as she felt now, she felt something even more motivating than the prospect of another orgasm; physically besting her coach.
“Do you think I’m done. I’ve exhausted your son, and you think you can do better? Come here!” Shayl got up and pushed Lee down on the couch… well more Lee allowed himself to be pushed down on the couch, given that he was approximately twice her size. She literally jumped on his lap and started to rotate her hands around his stubbornly hard cock. “You have always had a superior attitude Coach Lee, I’m going to love making you beg me for more, beg me for sex, scream MY name…” Lee congratulated himself, he was always able to get the best out of his charges. Shayl gingerly lowered herself onto his hardness, and gave more signs of her discomfort than she wanted to. Although Gunnar was by no means small, his Father was another animal, and he was hung like one. It took her a few minutes to adjust to his size, but once she did she started riding him with jackhammer like precision. Lee was taken aback. Even with all of her passion and ardor he didn’t think she had this in her, or in other words, that she had such a brutal fire to get him in her. As experienced as he was with women, there was something to be said for an impassioned fuck from a exceptionally beautiful and limber 18 year old that overloaded his calm and cool demeanor. She had gotten to him, and he began to thrust up into her with as much effort as she was fucking him with. He attempted to at least; he knew very quickly that this was not a fight he could win.
Gunnar started to feel a little bit left out of this. He recognized that his father and Shayl were having some sort of battle of wills, but he felt as slighted as she did. Gunnar suddenly had an idea about how to insinuate himself back into the festivities. He knew that there were some sports supplies up in the office, and fortunately enough for him there was a tube of the runner’s lube the skaters used to prevent chafing in one of the closets. He squeezed out a handful and coated his hard-on with it. Lust and sexual malice gleaming in his eyes, he slowly positioned himself behind Shayl. Lee saw what his son was up to and gave him a knowing nod. Lee put his hands on Shayl’s hips to slow down her pace, and when she had come down to something of a human pace Gunnar put the head of his cock to Shayl’s asshole. She froze as if someone had put a gun to her head. “Gunnar! What in the Hell do you think you’re doing! Surprise butt-sex is not a fun experience for anyone!”
Gunnar took the opportunity to gently push a couple of inches into her behind, at which point Shayl lost the ability to protest further. “You said that you could take both of us Shaylbeigh, you had to expect us to call you on that right?” Shayl knew she was in no position to protest too much, being between a cock and a hard place as she was. It didn’t feel too bad since Gunnar had the common decency to use lubrication, but she still knew that she would have to get back at both of them at some point in the near future. She leaned forward and rested her head on Lee’s chest. Gunner pushed the rest of himself inside of Shayl, resolving to cut his Dad off at the pass. He grabbed big handfuls of her bountiful ass and began to chug away just as Lee did the same. It took a mere 5 minutes for Shayl to start reciting every word of the French language as she was overcome with vehement ecstasy. As glamorous as it is for people to say they fucked all night and every day, this threesome was far too turned on to last for very long. Shayl was the first to succumb, ripping long furrows into Lee’s back as she came the hardest she ever had to this point in her life. She flooded his lap with her juices, and slumped over, nearly unconscious. Lee came right behind her, lifting her lithe form up and cascading his own cum across her stomach. Having seen that the rest of his competition had given in, Gunnar finally released himself the length of Shayl’s back and ass. He even managed to get some in her hair, which secretly gave him an insurmountable amount of joy. Shayl was obsessive about her hair, and though he wasn’t normally the vindictive type, he always wanted to mess up her hair, just once.
He rolled off of them and collapsed on the couch, satisfied that he had, in his mind, showed himself to be the equal of both his partner and his own father. He never really noticed how insecure he had been about those two subjects until this exact moment, but with Shaylbeigh’s pussy still fresh on his tongue, now was not the time to obsess over such matters. Shaylbeigh had fallen straight asleep on Lee’s chest. He put her down lengthwise on the couch and covered her with her robe. “So Gunnar, do you think this has been a positive learning experience for everyone?”
“I have learned a hell of a lot Dad. As for Shayl, I think she has learned the lesson of a lifetime. Our performances should be much better now.” Gunnar stretched out and decided that he might catch a quick nap as well. “Go ahead home dad, I think we’ll be fine now.” Lee looked at his charges, who in one night pole-vaulted themselves into adulthood. He was proud of them, and managed to get a great lay out of the experience as well. He put his pants on and said “I knew you would boy. You and my little angel there will be perfectly fine. Just remember, keep pushing each other, and never stop practicing!”