When he was finished cleaning, he leaned back against the counter and looked skyward. "Thank you, Jesus," he said, grinning. He was truly thankful for the gift of teen pussy, and especially for not getting caught.
Of course both he and Cathy had been too busy to notice his wife, Emily, standing in the kitchen door briefly as they were thumping the table against the wall. If they had seen her, they might have wondered why she smiled and backed away without a word to her cheating husband or her daughter's cock-hound friend.
Emily didn't say anything because knowing that Robert had knocked off a bit of teen tail helped lessen her own guilt over her lesbian excursions around the neighborhood lately. She knew that Cathy Burton was a cock-slut with no scruples about who she fucked. It wasn't his fault that he fell into her cunt. Besides, she liked to see her husband enjoy himself.
When he came to bed ten minutes later, Emily lay feigning sleep. She could smell the odor of Cathy's pussy on him. It was a scent better than aftershave just then. It was an odor that smelled something like love.
#
"Where have you been?" Elaine asked Cathy sleepily when she began to get back into bed. "You were gone a long time."
"Your dad's got a nice cock." Cathy said, snuggling up against Danny. "Strong legs, too."
"My dad? What did you do?" Elaine was dumbfounded. Her father cheating on Mom with a teen-ager? "What?"
"I went down for a drink of water," Cathy said sleepily. "He was down there making a sandwich. Well, you know, shit happened."
"You fucked my father?"
"He's not a virgin, you know," Cathy said.
"Yeah, but . . ." Elaine gave up, lying down again even as Danny spoke up groggily.
"More power to him," Danny said. "Can't let Mom have all the fun."
He was right, of course. Elaine was surprised more than shocked, and her anger was mostly over not seeing it happen.
"You did it in the kitchen?" she asked her friend.
"Right on the kitchen table."
"Ew, remind me to wash it before anybody eats breakfast," Elaine said.
"I got your breakfast right here," Danny mumbled, and he turned over so that his hard cock slapped his sister's thigh.
"Oh, go back to sleep."
But Danny was already snoring.
#
Robert Porter lay unsleeping for a long time. Had that really happened? Was he really that weak? Yes, and yes. He could blame Cathy for what he'd done, but the fault was really in the type of person he was.
He was a sexually hyped-up man who had given up on common sense. That's what he was. Window peeping on the neighbors? Actually letting Patty Trent see his cock hanging half out of his pants as they stood in Patty's back yard? Fucking in the basement and then running naked through the house as though daring the kids to catch them? Yes, he had done all of that. It seemed like he'd spent the last week and a half chasing a thrill and piling up orgasms like chord wood.
And then there she was, Cathy Burton, a girl of 18 who was already more sexually experienced than women twice her age. There she was, with her shaved twat and large, firm breasts. And here he was, thinking of her and getting a hard-on when he should have been feeling guilty.
He just couldn't feel guilty. Not yet. Later, when Emily finds out (she was bound to find out) he'd probably feel guilty as all hell. Tonight, he felt satisfied and contented.
#
Elaine awoke holding Danny's semi-hard cock in her hand as she lay facing him in the bed. Cathy slept on his other side, pressed against his back with one arm over him and the hand seeming to reach for the prize Elaine had already claimed.
When Elaine shifted, the others began to awaken. Cathy opened her eyes first, looking confused but then realizing where she was. She winked at Elaine. "Morning, princess," she said, and the murmur of her voice in his ear woke Danny, who asked, "Was I dreaming?"
"No, you weren't," Elaine said.
Danny reached around to grasp her buttock and pull her closer to him. He kissed her briefly on the lips, and then more fully on her throat and down, pressing her to her back on the bed as his lips found her breasts and sucked the nipples hard.
Cathy got out of bed and went into Danny's room, where the sound of her searching through drawers could be heard for about five minutes while Danny kissed his sister's breasts and stomach, her throat, and around to the nape of her neck and she held him, stroking, loving.
When Cathy returned she whipped the covers completely off of the bed and admired her friends' interlaced bodies. She held out an unwrapped condom. "Here," she said. "You'll need this."
Danny rose up, kneeling beside his sister as she took the condom from her friend and rolled it onto Danny's rigid cock. "Do me," Elaine said, her mouth set in a carnal smile. "Fuck your sister's hot cunt."
Danny opened her with his thumbs and thrust his cock inside roughly. They would have time to learn how to be gentle later, but right now they just wanted to fuck. He did exactly that, slamming into her pussy, her legs gripping his clenching buttocks, arms holding him tight against her freckled breasts. And oh, God, the climax as too much to bear. The shivering blast of pleasure hit her, clenching her vaginal muscles, her legs, and her arms. She held Danny to her as his cock expanded and shot its hot load into the latex sheath, keeping him against her until he had emptied himself and lay quite in her arms.
"You guys should be in movies," Cathy said, her voice tinged with awe.
#
Emily heard a strange squeaky thumping sound from somewhere in the house as she woke, but she couldn't place either the sound or the location. It sounded like a bed protesting under the force of sex, but that couldn't be true. Nobody was having sex this morning. She laid her head back down on her pillow.
After a moment, she rolled just enough so that she could look at the other side of the bed. Yes, her husband was still there beside her. Smiling, she went back to sleep secure that the noise was nothing to worry about.
