the front of his fly as she swayed past him, her delicate bare feet touching the floor soundlessly.
Hal closed the front door and followed the sexy teen into the living room. He walked over to the bar and brought out a soft drink and a bottle of juice. “What would you like, soda or orange juice?”
Melissa slid one hand beneath her middie tee shirt and cupped a breast, raising the hem of her middie perilously close to exposure level. “Could you make it a little something stronger Mr. Tomkins? Please? Just this once.” The hem of the shirt rose, exposing just the tiniest pink sliver of areola.
Hal’s cock was hard as concrete, and Brenda, naked in front of the computer in the study was watching the screen of Hal’s computer, which displayed several screens from different high resolution cameras placed at random through the living room. The one she had brought up showed the minor exposure of a part of Melissa’s nipple, and Brenda was fondling her own breasts as she watched.
Hal poured perhaps a half ounce of rum in a whisky tumbler, added two ice cubes, and filled the tumbler with the cola. He took a straight triple shot of the Captain Morgan and her drink, setting them down on the coffee table before sitting down beside her. He crossed his legs to hide his growing erection. “Melissa,” he began. She leaned forward to get her drink, making sure Hal had a clear view down the front of her shirt. Her breasts were breathtaking, tipped with now hard pink nipples. Her saucy grin showed that she knew he had seen what she wanted to see.
“Why waste any more time Mr. Tomkins?” She gave him a sexy smile and lifted the middie tee shirt over her head, miraculously not spilling her drink in the process. “If your wife is going to be home in forty minutes or less, I want you to fuck me now…” She set the drink down and slid her shorts off. Naked and shaved smooth, Melissa lay back on the couch and began to stroke between her spread legs.
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” Hal asked, nonplussed.
“You didn’t give me much time to work with,” Melissa said, sucking her finger into her mouth and then slowly slipped it inside her glistening pussy.
“I was going to approach this a little more delicately,” Hal said, “but since we’re being so direct Melissa, my wife is desperate for me to fuck you.”
“Oooooh! Does she want to just watch or does she want to play? She’s got a helluva hot body,” Melissa cooed.
“Both,” Brenda said from the door. Hal and Melissa turned to see Brenda, her nude body taut and her nipples rigid, her excitement clear as it dripped down the inside of her thigh.
Melissa simply stood up and opened her arms.
Hal watched the two of them come together…the raw, untamed hunger Brenda had displayed earlier in the day displayed again in her feasting on Melissa’s lips and breasts. Melissa matched her kiss for kiss, the sparks between the two fiercely aggressive females almost visible in the dim light of the living room. Brenda squeezed Melissa’s nipple between her fingers, and Hal actually winced at the force Brenda was using, but Melissa cried out in joy and plunged her fingers deep inside Brenda’s pussy. They stood melded together, shaking in their passion, their lips locked and their eyes wide open.
Brenda grabbed Melissa’s shoulders and spoke to her, and her voice was shaking with fevered emotion. “Take him to my bed and suck his cock,” she hissed. “I want to watch!” Melissa’s eyes lit up with an unholy lust…this was turning out wilder than she’d ever dreamed.
“What about the kids?” she whispered.
“They’re at my mother’s for the weekend.”
Melissa turned and grabbed Hal’s cock through his pants, dragging him down the hallway to the master bedroom. When she literally threw Hal to the bed, Brenda helped her to strip him naked.
1802-1870 Alexandre Dumas