The cold wind whipped me as I walked up the street, Kindle in hand, vaguely aware of my surroundings.
I had just left the office and was heading to my car, parked a few blocks away, and was beginning to regret not bringing an umbrella as the rain started to fall. Reluctantly, I closed the Kindle cover to protect it.
Looking up, my gaze was drawn to a girl across the street. She was walking along, phone to her ear, seemingly oblivious to the wind and spitting rain. Her upper half was protected by a scarf and a puffy jacket… but under the jacket, she wore a short, light skirt that the wind blew up, and long legs covered only by black stockings and high heels.
Walking up my side of the street, I kept an eye on the traffic because I needed to cross. When the break came, I trotted across the street. I was now walking a few feet behind the young woman and at about the same speed.
My eyes were fixed like lasers on her buttocks. The gusts of wind sometimes lifted the back of her skirt, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her buttocks. The stockings were obviously pantyhose, but since there were no panties, it looked like she was wearing a thong underneath—or nothing at all. She didn’t seem to care about her skirt dancing around—some girls hold their wind-blown skirts with one hand, or at least try to minimize their exposure. This girl didn’t seem to care. I mentally congratulated myself on my luck and fell into step with her so I could continue to observe her fantastic legs and butt.
She began to slow down as she approached an intersection. Reluctantly, I stopped beside her on the crosswalk and waited for the traffic to stop. I glanced sideways at her face while we were there and discovered that she was young—perhaps in her early twenties, with attractive features, large brown eyes, and dark brown hair. She was talking animatedly on the phone, but as I watched her, she glanced over at me and smiled. I smiled back at her and was about to turn back to the front when a particularly strong gust of wind caught her off guard, causing her to lose her balance and fall against me.
I was leaning slightly into the wind, so when I caught her to steady her, it took me a moment to realize that my left hand was holding her upper thigh—under her skirt. I could feel her tights and the firm, smooth skin of her leg underneath. Shocked, I looked up at her face and, to my surprise, she was still smiling at me. I moved my hand away and she raised an eyebrow, her mouth forming a mocking pout of disappointment for a moment until she continued talking on the phone.
My heart was racing. I was 40 years old, had been married for almost 10 years, and nothing this exciting had happened to me for most of that time.
My senses were on fire. A stray strand of hair escaped from the hood of her jacket and waved in the wind. I watched her, mesmerized. Her face was still turned toward me, staring at me as she spoke, and I noticed a few small freckles on her nose. I don’t usually like to take risks, but that day, something snapped and caution went out the window.
I put my hand back under her skirt and rested it on her thigh again.
The first time was an accident. She fell against me, and I caught her. This time, the jury was not going to acquit. It was deliberate. Sexual harassment. Sexual assault, even. I was reaching out and, without invitation, touching a stranger’s thigh. My breath caught in my throat.
I looked at her face. There was no shock. Maybe a little surprise—that eyebrow raised a fraction—but the smile was back as she continued her phone conversation without interruption.
Emboldened, I moved my hand under her skirt until I touched the curve of her buttock. I grabbed it and rubbed it gently, my breath shortening as my cock swelled in my pants.
Her expression didn’t change. Smiling, she chatted on the phone while her eyes held mine.
The traffic stopped and our pedestrian light turned green. Together we began to cross the road, joined by my hand on her buttock. As she walked, her buttocks rolled deliciously under my hand.
I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know this young woman. I had just touched her in a way that most people would rightly perceive as highly inappropriate, and instead of getting a knee to the balls or being yelled at, I was being smiled at while continuing to caress the magnificent globes of her buttocks.
Halfway down the next block, she headed for a gate leading to a brick apartment building. I dropped my hand and waited to see what she would do.
She backed up the path, still talking to her friend, while beckoning me with a hooked finger.
I glanced down the street, perhaps belatedly, to make sure no one had seen me. Then I ran after her, catching up with her just as she unlocked the door and opened it for me.
Still on the phone, she hung her purse on a hook near the door and took my hand. I followed her and she led me to a sofa. She turned around and sat down, but when I tried to sit next to her, she reached out and waved a finger in a “uh, uh” motion. Then she pointed to the floor in front of her.
Understanding dawned on me. I smiled as I knelt at her feet. She lifted one foot and I removed her black shoe. She pointed her toe toward me and I took her delicate foot in both hands, first simply holding it, then caressing the arch of her sole, the top, and her toes hidden in their pantyhose gusset. She tapped me on the shoulder with her other foot, so I removed that shoe too, and massaged that foot for a while.
She moved forward a little on the sofa and rubbed my face with her feet. I grabbed one ankle and kissed the top of her foot, then nibbled and finally sucked her toes through the tights. I turned to the other foot and treated it the same way. After a while, I wanted more and grabbed her slender ankles. Lifting her legs, I rested them on my shoulders and moved closer to the couch. Although her face flushed a little, her voice didn’t change as she chatted with her unknown caller about the discount she had gotten on a fake Gucci bag earlier that day.
As I moved closer, I turned my head from side to side, gently kissing her pretty calves. My kisses went higher and higher, above the knee, inside her thighs, until I stopped and contemplated the top of her legs, the skirt falling between them to the couch.
I glanced up at her face to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind. She leaned back, her eyes half-closed, her expression giving nothing away. There was no signal to continue, but hell, there was no signal to stop either—so I lifted the front of her skirt and peeked underneath.
I folded the skirt back over her jacket, looking at the junction of her thighs. The dark pantyhose lightened slightly as her thighs widened, but the dark gusset almost hid her crotch.
Almost.
I was right. She wasn’t wearing anything under her tights. I could just make out the line of her bare lips and, above them, a thin vein of dark hair. As I moved closer, I could smell the heady aroma of arousal, even as a darker patch of moisture seeped through the fabric.
I hesitated for a moment. Until now, I had only touched and kissed a woman’s legs through her tights. If I went any further, there would be no turning back.
But it would have taken a man stronger than me to back away from the smooth thighs and wet pussy of this gorgeous young woman. I leaned forward and took a deep breath, soaking in the incomparable scent of a woman in heat. I caressed each side of her crotch before licking the seam of her pussy through the gusset of her pantyhose. Finally, there was a reaction, a sharp, restrained gasp when my tongue touched her clitoris. Clearly, the person on the other end of the line had a question for her, because she replied, “No, I’m fine… just having a little fun with a guy.” As I lost myself in the wonder of her pussy, parts of her conversation escaped me. “…no… ahhhhhh… Mmmmm… About your age….“ ”….ohhhhh… oh man, yes… no, he’s licking my pussy…“ ”….AHHHHH… right there, don’t stop… yes mom, not bad at all…“
Wait a minute. ‘Mom’??? I’m working on this young woman’s vagina and she’s talking to her mother about it?
”… yes…. I think he’d be up for that…. Mmmmmm… oh my god, that’s good….“ ”…. Okay… yes… see you soon! ….Ahhhhhhhhhhh…”
At that point, my brain had shut down and I was focused on only one thing. I didn’t care if she told her mother at that moment. If a group from the Salvation Army came to watch, I would simply ask them to put on some porn music.
Breathing heavily, I slid my hands up to the top of her tights and pulled them down. She lifted her butt off the seat so I could slide them down her cheeks, then lifted her legs in the air so I could pull them off. I knelt briefly to admire the view of her white thighs framing her swollen lips and flashing asshole.
I leaned back while her legs were still in the air, touching her bare skin for the first time as I held her hips and licked her pussy. My tongue penetrated her wet body, causing her to sigh and her legs to tremble. Slowly, I pulled her to the top, where her clit stood out like a small pencil eraser. I circled it with the tip of my tongue, then closed my lips over it and sucked. Her thighs closed around my ears and trembled with pleasure.
My cock was throbbing and trying to break free, so while I licked, I fumbled with my belt and pushed my pants down. Briefly extricating myself from the legs wrapped around my head, I stepped out of my pants and slid my boxers down. When my cock sprang free and swung stiffly at a 45-degree angle above the horizontal, her eyes sparkled and she licked her lips.
I knelt down and threw myself on her open pussy like a starving man on a burrito. I sucked, licked, and thrust my tongue into her until it hurt. I spread her cheeks and kissed the pink ring that separated them. She writhed and moaned as I slid two fingers into her pussy and pushed my tongue into her asshole.
I was thinking this was the best sexual experience of my life when the click of the door opening and a breeze on my bare ass made me jump and spin around in shock.
Standing in the open doorway was a curvaceous woman in her forties. Her dark brown hair hung in curls down to her shoulders. As if to counteract the coldness of the day, she wore a short, tight-fitting red dress and strappy sandals. However, the outside temperature was evident from the bumps made by her stiff nipples and a shiver in her voice when she said, “Honey, you didn’t even turn on the heat pump!” .
I was about to reply that I didn’t know where the controls were when I realized she wasn’t talking to me.
“Hi, Mom!” replied the girl cheerfully, her hot, wet pussy still clenching my fingers like a vice. A sickly smile spread across my face as I tried to figure out the social conventions surrounding greeting a girl’s mother with my bare ass and stiff cock floating in the air. Fortunately, she took the decision out of my hands.
Closing the door, she turned to me with a smile. “Well, hello!“ she said. ”My daughter seemed to really enjoy your cunnilingus skills on the phone… at least, I think she did—it was a little hard to understand what she was saying through her moans of pleasure!” Approaching me, she held out her hand. Without thinking, I held out mine… before realizing I had just pulled it out of her daughter’s pussy.
She grabbed my wrist instead and pulled my hand close to her face. “Mmmmm,” she murmured, sniffing my fingers. “I would recognize that delicious smell anywhere.”
To my shock, she opened her full red lips and sucked my wet fingers. My cock, which had slowly diminished throughout this unconventional situation, suddenly came back to life and stiffened to its former glory.
The girl behind me started laughing. “Oh, Mom, you’re such a slut!”
Her mother pulled her lips away from my fingers with a pop and smiled. “Jessica, little whores with their pussies exposed shouldn’t throw stones!”
She reached down and grabbed my stiff member, stroking it a little as she kissed me deeply with her tongue. Her big, firm breasts pushed against my chest, and my cock was pushed back against her stomach.
I slid my hand between her legs and under her dress, reminding myself that this was the second time in an hour that I had been intimately touching a woman I didn’t even know.
To my delight, I found that mother and daughter shared the same taste in panties—that is, none. My fingers found only warm, swollen pussy lips covered with pubic hair. She spread her feet to welcome me, and I gently rubbed the seam of her pussy until my fingertip was rewarded with wetness. I pushed forward until it was fully inside her.
Breaking our kiss, I said, “Please tell me your name… I can’t call you ‘Mom’ while we’re doing this!”
She smiled and kissed me softly. “Nicole, honey, but call me Nikki.”
“Nikki, I’m Marty… and I can honestly say it’s a pleasure!”
Just then, a foot slid between my bare legs from behind and rubbed my balls gently. “Aren’t you forgetting someone?”
Nikki and I turned around, my finger still deep inside her mother. Jessica was lying on the couch with her legs spread as she slowly stroked her wet pussy. She looked boldly at her mother as her fingers rubbed and caressed her lips and clit.
With her eyes fixed on her daughter, Nikki moved forward. I pulled my finger out of her pussy and watched, breathless, as she knelt between her daughter’s legs. She leaned forward and grabbed Jessica’s thighs, then lowered her mouth to her pussy.
Before my astonished eyes, the mother slowly licked her daughter’s wet pussy lips, then spread them apart with her long tongue and lapped directly at her slit.
It was the most erotic thing I had ever imagined. Panting with desire, I knelt behind Nikki and spread her legs so I could kneel between them. She pushed her buttocks back toward me as I lifted her short red dress and peeked underneath.
Smooth white thighs framed a glistening pussy edged with dark, curly hair. Her coral-colored inner lips protruded slightly. I grabbed her full buttocks and spread them apart, exposing her flashing anus to my lustful gaze, and parting her pussy a little so I could look deep inside her.
I couldn’t wait another moment, so I didn’t. I crawled behind her, adjusted the head of my hard cock at the entrance to her wet pussy, and pushed it in all the way. There was a surprised “Unh!” from her and a gasp from her daughter when my thrust pushed her mouth against Jessica’s pussy.
It was heaven. I was buried balls-deep in the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, while she licked her daughter’s pussy (also gorgeous). I was momentarily sad that I would never have a sexual experience this good again, then I mentally slapped myself and instead lost myself in the wonder of this unexpected windfall.
Nikki’s pussy seemed to suck my throbbing cock as I slowly thrust in and out. As I did so, I played with her ass, her legs, then reached forward and grabbed her breasts. I rubbed her stiff nipples through the fabric for a moment, then pulled the front of her dress up until her breasts fell out through the neckline. Her rubbery nipples felt incredible as I gently pulled them, squeezed them between my fingers, and rubbed them with my palms. Over her shoulder, I caught her daughter’s gaze and we shared a smile.
Jessica, seeing me fondle her mother’s breasts, leaned back on the couch and unbuttoned her puffy jacket. Underneath, she wore a sheer, low-cut black blouse, and underneath that, I could see a frilly black lace bra. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, watching me watch her, until her pale skin appeared from her neck to her stomach. Leaning forward, she took off her jacket and unclipped her bra, skillfully removing it while leaving her blouse hanging over her breasts.
Through the translucent fabric, I could see her pink areola and protruding nipples. She leaned forward over her mother’s head as she lapped at her and whispered, “My breasts need some fun too!”
Still holding her mother’s left breast in my left hand, I reached over her back and took Jessica’s left breast in my right hand. I gently felt it through her blouse, marveling at the difference in sensation. Nikki’s breast was heavy and soft, full and comforting. Jessica’s breast was smaller, firm and smooth, elastic in its youth. The thought crossed my mind that I was in some kind of time warp, feeling the same breast separated by twenty years and a childbirth. Both of their nipples were stiff with pleasure.
Jessica moaned softly as I switched hands, caressing each woman’s right breast. The sensations I felt through my hands and cock, the impressive sight of two naked pussies, and the forbidden thrill of witnessing an incestuous act all combined to push me over the edge. I let go of their breasts to grab Nikki’s hips, and I began to thrust in and out of her slippery hole quickly.
Her moans and gasps of pleasure came faster, at the expense of Jessica’s, whose impending orgasm made her licking more sporadic. Jessica was forced to take matters into her own hands and did so with relish, her eyes wide with the pleasure of watching her mother cum while she quickly masturbated her clitoris with one hand.
When I felt Nikki’s orgasm through the tightening of her pussy, I let myself go and sank balls deep inside Nikki as I spewed strings of cum into her spasming pussy. My cock spurted again and again as I gripped her hips with white fingers and pulled her back against me as hard as I could. Her cries of pleasure reached a crescendo and joined those of her daughter as Jessica’s hips thrashed frantically and a small gush of liquid flowed from her pussy.
As I came down from my orgasm, I moved my cock back and forth in Nikki’s wet pussy—made even wetter by my cum. I was mesmerized by the sight of Jessica’s soaked pussy as she spread her legs under my gaze and smiled at me mischievously. Her mother’s head was down on her arms as she panted, breathless and happy.
“I hope you’re not a one-shot wonder,” Jessica said. “Mom stole this trick from me, but my pussy needs a cock too!”
I was about to reply that I wasn’t as young as I used to be when, to my surprise, I noticed that my cock hadn’t gone soft. The pure eroticism of the situation and the heavy smell of sex kept my libido awake. As I looked at them both, my cock twitched and Nikki let out a startled “Oh!”
I slowly withdrew my cock from her hot pussy, and it glistened like an oiled piston with our juices. Standing up, I walked beside her, my cock floating in front of me, until I reached Jessica.
She leaned forward on the couch and grabbed my penis, pulling me toward her. Her soft mouth closed around my wet knob, and she murmured as she enjoyed the taste of her mother’s juices on my shaft.
Nikki collapsed onto the couch next to her daughter and slumped down, spreading her creamy thighs and stretching one leg over Jessica’s. Languidly, she leaned over and played with her daughter’s wet pussy lips while Jessica continued to suck my penis. It was fantastic. As great as the blowjob was, I gently pushed Jessica back onto the couch and knelt in front of the two gorgeous women. While her mother played with her pussy, Jessica reached out and slid a finger into Nikki’s freshly fucked pussy. I knelt down and slowly stroked my rock-hard cock as I watched this mother and daughter masturbate each other.
Jessica rolled halfway onto her mother, rubbing her thigh against her mother’s pussy while kissing her deeply. I gazed at the globes of her ass and the hole that flashed between her cheeks. Moving forward, I guided the head of my cock to her dripping pussy and rubbed it up and down between her bare lips. I pressed until the tip lodged in her tight hole, then continued to push slowly until my entire length was firmly wedged in the warm velvet of her vagina. I lifted her shirt and caressed her smooth back as I reached between the girls to grab Jessica’s breasts.
As Jessica and Nikki continued to kiss deeply, I slowly thrust in and out of Jessica’s pussy. But my mind was focused on her pink asshole. After a minute, I rubbed a finger along her pussy, gathering juice that I smeared around her ring. I pushed my finger into her ass, twisting it around and enjoying the warmth of her anus. When I pulled it out with a little “pop” and withdrew my cock from her pussy, I’m pretty sure she knew what was coming.
“Gently,” she whispered, but she arched her ass a little and braced herself against her mother. As I guided my knob toward her puckered ring, I felt her mother’s hand between us, first caressing my balls, then pushing into her daughter’s pussy. I slowly pushed forward until my knob passed through her rubbery ring and entered the warmth of her ass.
She groaned as I pushed it into her. Gently, I continued to push until I was balls deep inside her. I pulled back until only my cock was inside her, slid a finger into Nikki’s soaked pussy, and wiggled it around before scooping up some of the wetness and smearing it on my cock. Pushing back in was a little easier this time, but the feeling of her tight ring around my cock was incredible.
“Nikki,” I said, “can you come here? I want to lick your pussy.”
Nikki wriggled out from under her daughter and smiled at me. “What a gentleman!” she whispered.
Jessica knelt in front of the couch and pushed her firm white cheeks against my thighs, my throbbing cock firmly lodged in her pink anus. She flexed her buttocks back and forth, enjoying the feel of my balls against her pussy. Nikki was about to swing her leg over her when I stopped her.
“I want you naked,” I told her.
Nikki slid her shoulders out of her dress and let it fall to her hips. I drank in the sight of her heavy breasts with dark pink areolas, her nipples standing proudly erect. Below, there was the slight bulge of her firm belly, then the beginning of her dark pubic hair. As she pushed the dress over her hips and it spread around her feet, I gazed in admiration at her full-breasted pussy, her long smooth thighs, and her shapely calves.
Nikki posed for a moment, then she swung her leg over her daughter’s back and leaned down. Her breasts hung down and her nipples brushed against Jessica’s back, then she arched her buttocks upward and pressed her breasts against her. She reached under Jessica and massaged her breasts, gently pulling on her nipples and eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her daughter.
Meanwhile, I admired the view from behind. A few inches from my face, the smooth twin globes of her cheeks were spread apart to reveal the puckered ring of her anus and her pink, glistening pussy. I breathed deeply, my nose almost touching her wet pussy, and the scent of her arousal stiffened my cock even more.
I leaned over both women, slowly pumping in and out of Jessica’s rubbery ring, my hard chest against Nikki’s firm buttocks. I kissed my way down her spine until I reached her buttocks. I suddenly slapped one of her cheeks and she jumped, then relaxed as I planted soft kisses on the reddening mark. I grabbed her hips and sat up. She got the message and straightened her legs, pushing her gorgeous ass right up against my face.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and buried my nose and mouth in her wet pussy. I lapped at her long strokes and pushed my tongue as far as it would go. She groaned like Monica Seles as I sniffed my face into her hot, wet vagina and pushed my tongue in again and again.
I could feel my orgasm building, and I thrust into Jessica faster. Leaning back from Nikki’s pussy, I replaced my tongue with my fingers and pushed three of them inside her. With my other hand, I caressed Jessica’s dripping pussy, building a beautiful rhythm with these two beauties.
Legs trembling, gasping, out of control, all three of us reached orgasm together. Jessica screamed as she banged against my fingers and cock, her ring pulsing wildly, milking me as I pumped my cum into her ass. On the other side, Nikki’s moans grew louder and more frequent until, with a final “Aaaaahhh!!! ,” her pussy tightened around my fingers and her entire body shook. Spots flashed before my eyes as my spasmodic cock, squeezed at the base by Jessica’s tight ring, spurted more than I had ever done before.
When we recovered, we showered together, squeezed into the stall and soaping each other thoroughly. I took the opportunity to caress every curve of these gorgeous beauties, storing up memories that I’m sure will have me jerking off many times in the future. The three of us hugged and kissed gently, enjoying the closeness. Looking down, I knew I would remember the sight of those four gorgeous breasts pressed against my chest for the rest of my life.
After we got dressed, Jessica and Nikki hugged me again, planting kisses on my cheeks in unison. I sighed, knowing that this unique erotic experience was over. As one, the women leaned back and looked at me questioningly.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Nikki asked.
“Oh, you know—just a little depressed about having to go back to normal life,” I replied. “It was so fantastic—I never wanted it to end!”
Nikki and Jessica looked at each other and laughed.
“End?” Jessica said.
“Who said it was ending?”
“Next Thursday,” Nikki said. “Same time, same place. How about we dress up a little for him, Jess? What do you prefer, Marty—French maids, naughty nurses, or nuns?”
I bought a lottery ticket on the way home.