Cathy's New House

"Oh honey, I love you too. Now eat me and shut up," I said with a giggle that quickly turned into a gasp as his tongue found just to right rythym. "Don't stop, sweety. Please...don't... stop!" I gasped and then shouted, "Oh Peter! Yes! Eat me! Oh yes...Oh God!" and I came, holding him by the back of the head and grinding his face into my cunt.

I pulled him up to my face, and gave him a big, wet kiss - licking my juices from his lips. "Thanks sweetie. You just made my day!" (Made up for coming home early, more like it! - but I didn't say that)

"Now what brings you out here this early?" I asked.

"Well, I can't stay. I forgot my cell phone out here last night. I think I left it in the basement while I was running the gas lines to the furnace," He said, straightening his tie. "Sorry, I'm going to be late for a big meeting if I don't hurry!" He jogged up the stairs and into the house. Minutes later he came back out shaking his cell phone between his fingers and smiling.

I kissed him on the cheek, then grabbed his arm. "Hold on, Peter...Your face smells like Eua De Twat. You need to run in and wash your face..."

"Nah...I doubt anyone will notice, and it'll be kinda exciting...I need some excitement or I'll fall asleep listening to Bob, the VP from hell, drone on and on about TCP/IP routing when he doesn't have the faintest clue what he's talking about." Peter said, and ran to his car.

"Come home quick as you can, and I'll finish what we started here on the steps!" I shouted after him. "Come to the apartment!"

After he left I locked the door, grabbed my T-shirt and towel, and got in the truck. I had some shopping to do. First, I had to go back to the apartment and get some clothes, then I planned on...

No, first, I'd stop at the Adult shop on the way to the apartment.

I smiled and started the truck. Before I pulled out of the driveway, I realized I still had my bikini top bunched up under my tits where I had shown them to Peter. That would have been perfect - me driving down the road with my tits hanging out.

That made me wonder what kind of outrageous outfit Frankie would be wearing today.

A few minutes later, I parked the truck behind the adult store and quickly slipped around through the door. Yet again, the place was deserted, except for Frankie. She didn't disappoint me. Today she was wearing a little cupie-doll nightie that was more transparent than pink. She was wearing lacy panties, but I could clearly see her pierced nipples through the gauzy material of the nightie top.

"Hey there!" Frankie said, tossing her flowing - if blue and black striped - hair over her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she saw I was only wearing my bikini. "Damn, I feel over dressed."

I laughed. "Hi Frankie. How's business?" I asked.

"Not bad. Today I sold a strap-on dildo, several vibrators, a vibrating pussy, oh....and a leather leash/dog collar/whip combo. Leather is on sale this week. National S&M awarness week or some such bullshit." Frankie said, waving her hand around dismissively. "How'd the vampire movie go over?"

"Really well. My hubby liked it. I guess I can `suffer' through the girl-girl scenes. They aren't that bad," I said.

"Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny," Frankie did a horrible Yoda impression. "Next thing you know, you'll be munching rug with the best of us."

I wanted to tell her! Oh how I wanted to tell her...tell her then show her! But I'd have to talk to Becky first...Dammit! I just said, "Oh, I doubt that."

Frankie bent down to pick up a magazine that was sitting crooked on the bottom shelf, and I saw the little metal ball sitting on top of her clit..I saw her whole pussy - like it was staring at me.

"Those panties you're wearing...They're crotchless?" I asked.

"Yup," To demonstrate, Frankie spread her legs and bent over again. Right at her pussy, the material parted into two strings that went around her mound and formed into a thong in the back.

"I'd like a pair of `em..." I said, not taking my eyes off her clit.

"Sure thing," She replied in a perky voice, and moved to a rack. She selected a pair and said, "This looks like your size."

She handed me the panties, and I took them from her. "Oh, there's something I've been meaning to ask you about."

"What's that?" Frankie asked.

"How do you keep your ...pussy so smooth? I tried the shaving thing once, but it just seemed like alot of hassle and I constantly got razor burn," I explained.

Frankie smiled and pulled her panties aside. "No razor burn here," She patted her pussy. "The trick is...You just have to suffer with that for a while. Then it gets better. Especially if you use a good vitamin E lotion. We've got some in stock. I'll get it for you."

"Oh yeah, and pick out the nastiest, lesbian pussy eating, all-girl gang-fuck movie you have." I said with a smile.

"You sure you're not a closet rug-munching slut?" Frankie laughed, tossed me a bottle of lotion and went to the movie rack. She selected an all-girl movie and tossed it to me too. "It's about an all-female spaceshuttle crew that gets lost in space... And, because pornos don't make sense... They decide to eat each other and fuck each other rather than try and make it home. It sounds awful, but it's actually one of the better pornos in the shop."

I thanked her, tucked the panties into the string of my bikini bottoms, paid with the plastic and headed to the apartment.

After dressing a little more conservatively, I went shopping. I got a the makings of a wonderful dinner, two bottles of the best wine in town, some flowers and candles.

Spending last summer with Peter's parents had been wonderful. Peter's mother was a terrific woman - I loved her better than my own psycho-hag of a mother. When she found I couldn't cook, she spent the summer teaching me how. It was honestly a good experience. She wasn't condescending about it, she just enjoyed good food, and teaching others about good food. So, I knew how to make a decent steak, with real mashed potatos, home-made rolls, green beans and corn... Real midwest food for real midwest men, she had always said.

My crazy mother thought cooking included calling the local pizza joint and making sure they sent bread sticks with the pizza.

After all the shopping I went home and set about making the steaks, rolls, and all the sides. I arranged the flowers in the center of the table, put on my crotchless panties under my black dress, hid the porno under the coffee table.

I heard Peter on the stairs and lit the candles, then I met him at the door and kissed him deeply. "Hungry?" I asked.

"Starved. Haven't had anything to eat since I got that snack at the house," He said with a naughty smile.

"You can have more of that later if you want. Right now, I've got steaks on the table," I said, taking his lunchbox from him and putting it on the table near the door.

We had a pleasent dinner, talking about the house, and what we planned on doing to it. Peter wanted vinyl siding, and I agreed - but that came after the windows... the conversation was mundane, but exciting to me. We were building something important to both of us.

After dinner, I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Peter put away the left overs and got us some wine. We both walked into the living room together.

"No movie tonight?" Peter asked.

"Yes there is," I said with a smile. I took one of the large pillows off the sofa and threw in on the floor in front of the TV. "Strip naked and lie down on your back. I'll put the movie in."

He began unbuttoning his shirt and I grabbed the DVD from underneat the coffee table without letting him see the cover. I put it in the player and turned to see him laying down on his back, his hard prick waving happily. "A couple rules...watch the movie, not me.. And don't say anything till the movie's over," I said, waving a finger at him.

He made the `zipper-lips' gesture and put his head sideways to watch the movie. I saw his eyes go wide at the title menu, but he was a good boy and didn't say anything. I stepped over his waist, straddling his dick, then slowly sank down on it - right into my pussy through the crotchless panties. My black dress pooled up around my knees and across his stomach - even if he did look, he wouldn't have seen anything but my dress.

I watched the pleasure on his face as his dick squished in and out of my cunt... And the dykes on screen ate each other. After a few minutes I turned sideways on his dick, and just sat on him, rocking back and forth slowly - all the while watching the women pleasure each other in the movie.

On screen, five women were busily eating pussy, fingering pussy, rubbing pussies - and I must admit, I liked watching it. Peter moaned, eyes glued to a big-titted redhead that was being eaten by a black woman with the most perfect ass I've ever seen. He began moving his hips, trying to increase his pleasure.

"Uh-uh," I wagged a finger at him and his movement stopped.

As the end of the first fuck scene faded out, I decided to really start fucking Peter in earnest during the next one...Not only that but my pussy was demanding a pounding. My clit was twitching, dying to be rubbed, eaten...And I thought about Becky, and wanted her to eat me.

Just as the setup for the next scene began to unfold, there was a knock at the door.

"Dammit!" I said, standing up and adjusting my dress. I stopped the movie and looked to Peter, who was gathering his clothes. On the second knock, I turned to Peter and said, "Bathroom..." When I heard the door to the bathroom shut, I turned to the front door to the apartment and looked through the peep-hole. It was Becky! And she was still wearing just her T-shirt!

I opened the door and pulled her in quickly. And as the door shut, I looked at her face and noticed she was crying! I hugged her tightly. "What's wrong, honey?"

With great big sobs, she told me, "I went home after...well..afterwards, and I caught Roger with our nextdoor neighbors! The single mom and her twenty-something daughter! The daughter didn't even...stop...She didn't even stop eating her mom's pussy when I burst into the room! That slut came while I was screaming at Roger! She came because her own daughter was eating her!

"I didn't even get my clothes...I just ran out of the house right then. I went to your farmhouse, found the key in the garage and went in...I stayed there till it got dark, but you don't have electricity turned on out there yet, so I came here. I'm sorry if I ruined your night," Becky said, pointing to the still-burning candles on the dinner table. "And I'm glad you answered instead of Peter," She pointed to her bare pussy and laughed weakly.

"It's okay sweetie, I've got something you can wear," I said and lead her into the bedroom. I found a pair of sweatpants that were baggy on me and she slid into them. Then I went to the bathroom and knocked. Peter opened up, already dressed.

"I heard. God that's terrible!" Peter said. "You guys talk in the living room, I'll slip into the bedroom and play on the computer."

"Thanks honey. I'm sorry."

"No worries," He smiled and kissed me.

"You're just the best!" I said and went into the living room to join Becky on the sofa.

"I'm so fucked! I've got no place to stay, no job, and about two bucks in pennies in the ashtray of the Civic in the parking lot...And nothing to wear!" Becky said in anguish.

"Hey now...You can stay with Peter and I as long as you need. I owe you that much for your help on the farmhouse! We'll both be looking for jobs pretty soon... That's no big problem. There's plenty of need for elementary school teachers around here. And as for money - Peter and I can lend you some. We're doing really well now," I pulled her to me and hugged her.

"Have you...Have you told Peter yet?" She asked.

"No. You asked me not to."

"I think you should. You two have a good thing going. Secrets will just ruin it," She said.

"I don't know..." I whispered, "If I tell him, he's going to want to watch...want to join in. If he can't, then it'll be a problem."

"I just don't want this to ruin your relationship with him," She said.

Peter would want us to do it again. I didn't mind that. But was the idea of Peter joining us something I should worry about? Peter did have a fascination with Becky's tits... less than 24 hours ago, I would have been jealous with just the thought of him getting to look at her breasts. But now...?

"If I told him, I wouldn't want to hold anything back from him," I said.

"I don't care. I still think you should tell him," Becky said.

I leaned back and looked her straight in the eyes. I spoke as quietly and as seriously as possible, "Are you willing to... go all the way with this?"

"What exactly do you mean?" She smiled. She looked so much better smiling that crying.

"Eat me in front of him. Let him fuck you while you eat me. Blow him while I eat you. 69 with me while he fucks me in the ass," I whispered.

"Is that all?" she smiled wider.

"No. There's alot of really nasty shit you'd have to do, too..." My mind spun, trying to think of something really naughty. "Like...Eat my pussy when it's full of his sperm. Like 69 with while he fucks YOU in the ass. Blow him and take his load on your face. Still up for this?" I asked with a smile.

She leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue slid into my mouth gently, and caressed my tongue. As I began kissing her back, I felt her hand slide up my leg under my dress. Soon her fingers found my wet slit and danced between my labia.

Becky pulled back and smiled, "Let me take a quick shower, and then let's tell him. Do you have anything I could wear temporarily?"

"My bathrobe on the back of the door in the bathroom. It's the green one..." I then explained how I wanted to tell him, and it made her giggle. Not too long after that, she scampered off to the bathroom.

I went into the bedroom and saw that Peter had the headphones on. I could faintly hear rock music coming from them and knew that he hadn't heard me enter the room... So, I quickly palmed a condom from the bowl on the dresser and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped, startled, took off the headphones and turned around.

I smiled and said quietly, "Becky's taking a shower. I told her she can stay with us a while. I hope that's okay. She had nowhere to go."

"That's fine, honey. Want me to take the sofa, and the two of you take the bed?" He offered.

Oh, it was so hard not to take him up on that. But Becky and I had already agreed on the script, and I couldn't change it now. "No sweetie, but it's nice of you to offer."

Peter shrugged. "All of Becky's big stuff is still in that storage unit she rented, isn't it?"

I nodded. She never had a chance to go get it...and Roger had everything she needed - or so Becky had thought. What a slimey shit! I can't believe that!

"Well, I can understand that she probably doesn't want to go back there just to get some clothes," Peter said, "let's just go get her some new ones, and she can forget about the old stuff... that is if she wants."

"She'll really appreciate it, Peter. Thank you," I said. I leaned over and kissed him deeply. We kissed for five or ten minutes until I heard the water shut off, then I moved back to the bed and sat down. A few seconds later, Becky came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her wet brown hair and my robe...loosely tied around her waist. The robe was too small on her, and it showed quite a bit of cleavage.

Peter was looking, but trying to be sneaky about it. I wanted to catch him red handed... So I waited.

"I can't thank you enough for what you guys are doing. I was so fucked..." Becky said, putting her hand up to her chest in an attempt to be modest, but the effect failed perfectly, her hand just `accidently' pushed the robe open a little farther. "I can't believe what I saw... A woman going down on her mother! Eating her mother's pussy! At least Roger had the courtesy to take his pecker out of the mother's mouth before he tried to `explain'..." I could hear the bitterness in her voice, and I hoped that she wasn't doing this to `get back' at Roger.

I saw Peter swallow hard by the lump in his lap. He was trying so hard not to look at Becky's half exposed tits. "I...I'm sorry to hear about what happened, Becky."

Becky nodded and smiled sadly. Then she stretched, forcing the robe open more. From where I sat, I could see one complete nipple. She was doing this so well! "Well, I think I'll go to sleep on the sofa. See you tomorrow."

That did it! Peter's eyes locked on the piece of nipple that he could see. And I could see his pants begin to bulge.

"Peter! I can't believe you!" I nearly shouted. "You're staring at Becky's tits, aren't you?"

"I...uhm...No! I..." He stammered.

I quickly grabbed the belt to Becky's robe and pulled it. The knot slipped open easily and the robe parted - showing full frontal nudity. Her tits, her bush, he soft, slightly plump belly...all nicely tanned from our afternoon in the sun. She looked good enough to eat - which I planned on doing later.

"That give you a better look?" I demanded. I hated to do this to him, but it was kind of funny. "Come on, don't be shy! Look! Look at her tits!" I pointed to them. They were sexy as hell...big and soft, with big brown nipples and a slight bit of droop - just the way Peter liked them...just the way I liked them.

"Or maybe you'd like to think of Becky as on of the lesbo sluts on those movies!" I said, and he turned bright red - he was so cute. "Fine! Think of us both like that! That would be perfect." I tried to sound mad, but I could hear the excitement in my own voice.

Becky shrugged out of her robe and I took her by the hand. I pulled her to the edge of the bed. Becky sunk to her knees between my feet as I began hiking up my dress. Peter's eyes went wide! It was so precious!

I pulled Becky's face into my pussy and lay back on the bed. "You think of us both like that! Go ahead!" I tossed the condom into his lap, "And while you're at it..." I lay back and my voice went from faking being angry to husky with lust as Becky's soft tongue found my vagina and wormed its way inside, "put that on and stick your dick in Becky. She's horny." Becky wiggled her ass invitingly.

Peter sat there in bewilderment and for a moment, I thought maybe this had all been a mistake. Maybe it would make him angry!

But then, he stood up and pulled off his shirt, unzipped his khakis and began fumbling with the condom. His steel hard dick wiggled back and forth. He quickly unrolled the rubber down his yummy cock and looked back at Becky and I. I had pulled my arms out of the top of my dress, and had it bunched up around my waist so I could play with my nipples. Becky was loudly licking and sucking at my clit, and slowly working three fingers into my pussy.

I watched as Peter kneeled down behind Becky. His right hand went to her ass, and his fingers traced lightly down the crack. He must have slid a finger or two into her pussy because she jumped and began sucking hungrily at my clit. Then he brought both hands up to her hips and slowly sank his dick into her cunt.

Becky let out a deep moan of pleasure and crushed my clit with her tongue...That alone was almost enough to make me cum.

As Peter got up to speed, pounding into Becky's vagina, he leaned forward and began to gently twist and pull at her nipples. He had done the same to me on many occasions, and I knew it felt wonderful. I caught Peter's eye and smiled at him, "Fuck her good, honey. Make her cum...." I gasped as Becky's tongue began to run back and forth rapidly over my clit... The tingling in my labia was beginning. "Make her cum...she's going to make me cum. Fuck her good, sweetie." I ground my cunt into Becky's face as I felt a fourth finger slid into me. My orgasm ran over me like a freight train.