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"You're going to be late again?" asked Lisa.
"I'm afraid I might. Why? Do you need me to do something for you?"
Lisa allowed herself to think about having sex with her stepdad, but she dare not say it. "No, Dad. Just wish you didn't have to put in such long hours. That's all."
"Thanks, sweetie, but I want to do everything I can for my family, and right now that means working a little extra to make sure sure we keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, clothes on our backs, and for another few years, put you, Laura and Jack through college."
Lisa stood up and wrapped her arms around him, and gave him an innocent kiss on the cheek while pressing her breasts tight against him. She half-hoped he'd squeeze her butt or something else inappropriate. "Thanks, Dad - you're the best!"
Her stepdad hugged her back and then said, "Oh! Would you look at the time? I need to get moving!" He excused himself from the table and hurried back to his bedroom.
As Lisa cleared the table she thought she heard her mom moaning. She paused and listened more closely to the sounds coming from her parents' bedroom. She could hear what she thought were the sounds of her parents fucking. She walked very quietly down the hall to listen through the door. When she was almost there, Laura came out of her bedroom. Lisa held her index finger to her lips, gesturing for Laura to be silent. "I think they're doing it," she whispered.
Laura pressed her ear to the door and listened. "Yeah, mom's getting it good," Laura whispered back. "It sounds like he's getting reading to shoot his load. Oh, yeah! He's cumming in her now! We'd better get out of here."
The two sisters hurried back to the kitchen so as not to get caught snooping. Looking at her sister, Laura asked, "Did that make you wet? It did me. And I have to go to work now. At least you can play when everybody leaves."
Moments later, Jack left the apartment and Laura followed him. Lisa started washing the dishes just before her mom and stepdad came out of their bedroom. As he got near the front door to leave, he turned around to face his wife, squeezed her breasts over her dress and said, "Lily, I'll probably be a little late again tonight, but when I get back I want to pickup where we left off a few minutes ago."
"Oh, John! You're such a horndog!" she replied.
Lisa cleared her throat loudly to let them know she could hear them. Her parents kissed and then said their good-byes to her as they went out.
Lisa quickly finished the dishes and then grabbed the laptop to get online. She took it into her bedroom, sat on the bed with her legs spread apart and sat it down between them. Once she got online she immediately went to the erotica site to check for messages. There were several new ones, but none from the man who told her to put on the show at the window. After reading through the new messages and sending a few brief replies, she started on her detailed report of what she'd done last night. As soon as she started composing the message, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy got damp. She thought back over everything from start to finish, including watching the couple fucking on the balcony. The more she typed the hornier she got. Before sending it, she asked if there was anything she was supposed to do tonight.
After her report was sent, she browsed through the group sex thread she'd found. There were many photos of multiple men fucking one girl and two girls sucking one man. There were photos of girls licking each other and using toys with each other. "How wonderful," she thought, as she rubbed her clit.
Finally, a new message appeared in her Inbox. She switched from the photos to her Inbox and saw it was what she'd been waiting for. She opened it and read intently. "Oh, he's bad! Use a dildo during my show tonight? I don't think so," she said to herself. "What!?! Leave notes under the doors of the people in the other building telling them when to look? Well, I suppose I could do that. I'll just have to figure out which apartments they are. Not a problem."
She typed her response and said she'd do everything but use the dildo. She also said she'd have to logout so she could make the announcement notes and place them under the doors while everyone was gone.
Since her pussy was dripping, Lisa decided to masturbate to orgasm before she started making her notes. It didn't take long at all. Once she'd rested, she set about making her sex show announcement cards. In addition to sliding the cards under doors, she decided she'd leave a few under the windshield wipers of cars she knew belonged to certain people. After making a few dozen of the cards, she put them into a bag, put on a fresh thong and got dressed, and started on her way. Just thinking about what she was about to do made her wet. Thinking about all the people who'd be watching her got her even hornier. She felt her wetness between her thighs, and that got her more aroused. By the time she'd distributed all the cards, she was so horny that she went into the public restroom in the lobby of her building, peeled off her shorts and thong, and finger fucked herself to a very loud, intense orgasm. As she was cumming, she heard the toilet flush in the stall next to her, but she didn't really care. She waited for the person to leave and then redressed and went up to her apartment.
Lisa spent the rest of the day watching old movies on TV. Her reasoning was that she wanted to save up her horniness for the show later that evening. As her family returned from their jobs, she greeted each one and returned to watching the TV. When dinner time was approaching, the phone rang. Her mom answered it. "Yes, okay. Okay, John. Thanks for letting me know." Lisa surmised that her stepdad would miss having dinner with them again.
Probably from putting in a lot of hard work at their jobs, nobody was talkative at the dinner table. Laura mentioned that she'd canceled her date with Dick and Jack said he'd probably try to get to bed early. Lisa told everyone that even though she hadn't done much all day, she, too, wanted to get to bed early. So, after everyone finished their meals, Lisa helped her mom clear the table and clean the kitchen. "Thanks, Lisa," her mom told her. "I think I'll go to my bedroom and read some more of that book before your stepdad gets home. Hope you rest well."
Lisa went to her room and waited for the announced show to begin. She arranged the sheers the way she wanted them and closed the curtains and setup the chair in front of the window. Every few minutes she looked at the clock and thought about what she was about to do. She went to the toy drawer and got out a dildo... and then put it back. She went to her closet and tried to decide what to wear. She tried to convince herself that she could do it in the nude, but talked herself out of it. As the time drew near, she put on a thin, white, rib-knit tank top and her skimpiest white thong. She turned on the lamp on her desk, turned off the overhead light, and then proceeded to open the curtains and sit in her chair. She pulled back one of the sheers a little bit and peeked outside. "Damn! I think it's a full house!" she thought. She closed the sheer and then started feeling her breasts with both hands. After toying with them and her nipples for several minutes, she moved one hand down over her pussy and started rubbing it through the material. She was amazed by how wet she already was. She continued rubbing lightly, not wanting to cum too soon. She paused for a moment and then pulled at the waistband of her thong, watching as the crotch slid in between her pussy lips and enjoying the pressure. She slipped a hand under the fabric and pushed her middle finger inside her pussy, and then withdrew it and put it into her mouth. She pretended she was sucking a cock and concentrated on giving everyone a hot show.
She got so wrapped up in what she was doing that she didn't hear her stepdad come home. She didn't notice anything at all until she heard a knock on her door.
"Lisa? Lisa! Open the door," she heard her mother shout.
Lisa was startled, to say the very least. She quickly closed the curtain, grabbed her robe and went to the door. "What is it, Mom?"
"Come with me, young lady!" Her mother grasped Lisa's hand and pulled her out of her room, robe in hand. She pulled Lisa down the hall to her bedroom and opened the bedroom door. "Get in there, Lisa!"
When Lisa entered her parents' room, she wasn't sure what was going to happen to her but she knew someth
ing out of the ordinary was about to occur. Lisa stood in the well-lit room at the end of their bed in her tank top and soaked thong, still holding her robe. "What's the matter, Mom?" she asked.
Just then her stepdad, wearing a long bathrobe, stepped out of their bathroom and into the bedroom. "I'll tell you what's the matter, Lisa! I get home from work and find a piece of paper in the parking lot that says there's going to be a hot girl masturbating tonight at 8:30, and to see the show, look at the seventh window from the left on the third floor. I start thinking to myself, hey! I'm on the third floor on that same end! So I go outside and look up, count over to the seventh window from the left and what do I see? You! I see you squeezing your tits for all the world to see!"
Lisa stood there trembling, unsure of what was going to happen to her. She remained silent.
Her stepdad continued. "So, I'm standing there watching you and thinking to myself, why didn't I get an announcement? Don't I deserve one? Don't I work hard to take care of you?"
Lisa didn't know what to make of what she'd just heard. She waited in silence.
"So," he continued, "I start thinking maybe you're doing this because you haven't been getting any sex and I'm wondering if that's my fault. And just to make sure it's not, from this point forward I'm going to make sure you get some! Lily, pull off her top and panties!"
Lisa instinctively raised her arms as her mom pulled the top from the bottom upwards. She felt her nipples straining to be touched as a trickle of her pussy juice flowed down her thigh.
As her mom started pulling the thong down towards the floor, her stepdad gave her a little push and said, "Go on! I know you want to eat her. You've told me a dozen times since she got home from college how badly you wanted to eat her pussy. Well, do it! Bend over and start licking!"
Doing as she was told, Lisa's mom bent forward, held onto Lisa's hips and started licking the wetness. Lisa watched in disbelief as her mom's tongue probed her pussy. Between the amazement of what she was seeing and the sensations she was feeling, she didn't see her stepdad remove his robe. It wasn't until she felt her mom's face pressing into her that she realized her stepdad was fucking her mom.
"That's it, you horny slut! Eat her out! Dammit, this is hot! I'm liking this a lot!" he said boldly.
He continued thrusting in and out of his wife's pussy as she continued licking and fingering her daughter. After many minutes of slurping sounds and moans from both of the women had passed, he practically announced to the world that he was going to cum, and then he emptied his creamy white load inside his wife. "Alright, Lily. Turn around and suck the last bit out of my cock. Lisa, be a good girl and clean out your mother's cunt. Suck it all out, and just to make sure you get it all, use your fingers to wipe her out. Don't waste any of it. Lick your fingers and swallow it all!"
Shortly after her mom had sucked and licked him clean, he stepped to the side of the window and pulled open the curtains. "Alright everybody! It's showtime!"
The End.
Brief Encounter
It's early morning and I haven't slept in days. The sun is brushing up against the horizon and the last twinkle of the stars is fading into a rich blue glow behind the silhouettes of the trees. I've been working at the club all night, drinking vodka and smoking cigarettes. The air is chill and fresh and it makes my eyes feel hollow and my body feel sharp.
I come to your house and quietly I let myself in. I make two cups of coffee and take them up the stairs. I feel greasy and tired and I think about borrowing your shower but as I get upstairs I hear the water running. You're up already and in the shower, getting ready for your day. I go into your room and I sit on the bed and sip my coffee while I listen to you showering. I kick off my shoes and wiggle my toes on your carpet.
The water shuts off and I can feel myself waiting; waiting for you to come into the room. I sip my coffee and watch the door.
You walk in, one towel wrapped round your body, another for your hair. You see me on the bed and flash me a daring little smile. You're not surprised to see me here, although you never ask how I get in. I take another slug of coffee and just watch you dry your hair and brush it back.
Watching you fills me with an urge to touch you. Maybe it's the way you move your hair, the way you watch yourself in the mirror while you brush. I trace the contours of your body with my eye. The towel hides a lot, but my imagination fills in the gaps.
I rise smoothly and walk up to you. You pause, holding the brush in your hair. I walk up close, so I'm just a few inches from you. Your eyes are wide and beautiful. Your mouth is slightly open as if you were about to say something but it didn't quite come out. I reach up and gently take hold of the brush. You don't resist as I slide it out of your hand.
Part of me worries that I stink of the nightclub, of smoke and alcohol. I know I should take a shower. But you're right here in front of me. Your breathing is almost timid like you're scared to move. Part of me worries that if I go to shower you might get dressed before I can come back. Worse, you might rush off to work and escape me completely.
I drop the hairbrush on the floor. We don't break eye contact so much as a glance to see where it falls. I lick my lips and I can feel my own breath. I tilt my head toward the wall.
"Turn around."
You turn, keeping your eyes on me as long as you can, until you're facing the wall. I gently put my hand on the small of your back and push you. You resist a little at first, uncertain of what I'm trying to do. Then you take a step. I keep the pressure on with my hand and guide you forward the few more steps it takes to get you up against the door. I hear you swallow and feel the tension in your body.
I stand close behind you and I can smell the shampoo on your hair and the fresh scent of your clean skin. I take a fist full of the towel at the back and pull at it gently. You try to step back as I pull, but I hold you still with my other hand. The towel comes undone and I drop it to the floor.
You stand still, your breasts just brushing the gloss wood of the door, your arms at your sides, your legs just slightly apart. You shiver just a little and I wonder if it's the excitement or just the cool air on your damp body.
I place my hand at the small of your back and slide it slowly up you -- up over the smooth, soft skin of your back, my palm curving round your shoulder blade as my fingers touch your hair. I move my hand up to the nape of your neck. My fingers curl round one side, my thumb the other. I gently massage the sides of your neck, enjoying the way your hair cascades off the back of my hand.
I step up close and I can feel the fly of my jeans brush up against your ass. I keep stroking your neck and you murmur quietly to yourself, little pleasure noises in your throat. You rock your head to one side to let my fingers slide up to your ear, my palm cupping the back of your head.
I step forward, my body pressing you up to the wood. You gasp and flinch; I guess the wood much be a cold shock on your hot stomach. I don't give an inch, I keep you pressed up firmly; the door will be warm soon enough. I feel the way your ass pushes against me and you try to keep yourself from the cold wood. It presses my jeans up against my panties; my panties up against my pussy.
I realize how hot I've become. My hands tremble slightly and I find I want to just rub up against your ass. I want to press you up against the door until you feel like you're fucking the woodwork.
My tits are squashed up against your back and I can hold you here without need of my hands now. I put one hand on each of your shoulders and I run my fingertips down your arms. You're trembling so bad I think you might just collapse to the floor if I let you go. I rock my hips, rubbing up against you, rubbing you against the door. You lean your head back onto my shoulder and I put my fingers on your lips.
You bite my finger and the sharp sting of pain makes me twitch. I force myself up against you harder and you gasp and moan. I slide my hand round your shoulder, my fingers clawing across your throat, and I arch you back slightly while I thrust my hips forward. The door bangs in the frame as I push you up on it
again.
Then your hand is between us, your palm facing out, you fingers seeking along my jeans until you grab the belt hooks. Your thumb finds the top button and you press at it, fumbling to undo me. I want you to. I want to be naked and up against you. I back up just enough to give you access, but I don't help you. My hands are busy.
I hold you steady with one hand and I slide one the round your chest, slipping my fingers down between your breasts, rubbing down the center line with two fingers. I want to pull your hair and I want to put a hand between your legs. I just don't have enough hands. I explore your chest, teasing your nipples with my nails, rubbing firmly round the curve of your breasts.
My jeans come undone and at once your hand slides into the front, your fingers grabbing roughly against my panties. I move forward again, trapping your hand between us. Your wrist pressed against your ass and your fingers pressing the cloth of my panties hard into my pussy. I try to bite your ear but get a mouthful of hair.
You're trying to push your ass out and I'm rubbing myself up against it while your fingers wiggle up between my legs, trying to work round the edge of my underwear. I use my hand on your chest to hold you now and move my other hand round your hip, curving round the front until my fingers find the hot wet lip of your pussy.
My jeans are slipping down my thighs and you manage to pull my panties aside. I feel your finger pushing into me and I mirror with my own finger on you. I'm breathing hot in your ear and I wonder if you can smell the vodka in my breath. I want to eat you. I want to fuck you so hard you scream my name.
Each time you move your finger I do the same. You slide it in, hooking at the hot, wet flesh and I curl my finger in you. I move on my toes, rubbing my chest on your back. My bra rubs against my breasts and I wish I was naked. I can't stop now to undress. I don't want to change anything in case you stop moving your fingers in me. I'm so hot I could burst.