"But I didn't make the first move," he said. "You did when you came into my room all naked ... with your dildo."
"True," she said with a smile. "But when I talked to your stepdad during his lunch break today and told him about your spy camera, he said, 'Okay, he's apparently as much of a sexaholic as both of us are; play it any way you want.' "
"Wow!" Was all he could think to say as he tried to get his head around the fact that he was suddenly living in a real-life sexual fantasy.
Brenda got up and went back to putting their snack together. "Okay, now it's my turn," she said. "Tell me about you and Tina. Does she like sex?"
"Obviously!" he replied. "She couldn't go a whole two weeks without it! When I was up at Uncle Jerry's cabin with dad the weekend before last, helping to put on the new roof, Tina decided that she needed to get laid and she hooked up with this college kid and she did it with him in her own bed ... where we always did it."
"How did you find out?" Brenda asked.
"She told me. She confessed the next Saturday night, right when we were getting ready to do it. She said she was sorry, she said she felt awful, she cried ... but I just couldn't deal with knowing she'd done it with somebody else behind my back, and I left."
"Did you and she do it every Saturday night?" Brenda asked, amused that the kid who had fucked her up the ass a little while ago while spewing every foul word that came into his head was now using such a polite euphemism when talking about his girlfriend. He obviously still cared about her.
"Her folks are on a bowling league, so we have the place to ourselves every week," he answered.
"Do you know the guy she did it with?" Brenda asked.
"Yeah. He was a senior in high school when we were sophomores. He was that bad-ass that all girls seem to be attracted to for whatever reason."
"Do you think she's in love with him?"
"God, I hope not!" he said. "I hope she's not that stupid!"
"Do you love her? Because it sounds like you still care about her. I get that you're angry that she betrayed your trust, and you have every right to be. Trust is the single most important element of any relationship."
"So, then you agree that I was right to break up with her," he said.
"No." she replied. "She obviously wants to stay together with you, or she wouldn't have confessed to screwing college-boy. If you both love each other I think you should work it out. Too many people mistake sex as being the most important part of their relationship. It's not; like I said, it's trust. Sex is the recreational part of the relationship. It's supposed to be the fun part."
"So, you're saying I should give her permission to screw other guys when I'm not around?" he said.
"And maybe when you are around," Brenda replied as she brought the plate of cheese and crackers to the island. "It sure works for your stepdad and me." She looked him in the eyes, and taunted, "Or may you don't have the self-confidence that your dad does; to know that he's the only one I love regardless of who I fuck."
"But Tina's not ... you know, like that."
"Oh, you mean that she's not a nymphomaniac sex-addicted cock-loving slut like your stepmother?" Brenda replied pretending to take offense.
"No! I didn't mean that. I mean that ... well, she's only nineteen for crying out loud!"
"So are you, and look what a pervert you are," she replied. "Hidden sex-cam; jerking off watching your parents fuck; fucking your stepmom up the ass; lapping your own cum from her face." Before he could reply, she went on, "I was younger than both of you when I fell in love with my hairbrush, and I was barely legal when I fucked for the first time and the whole world of sex opened up for me. Tina may not be as different from me--and you--as you think. Maybe she just needs an open-minded, self-assured, kind, and understanding partner to join her in the exploration of this wonderful world of uninhibited sex."
"You ... you really think so?" he said. The wheels were spinning in his head as he tried to decide whether having a slut-girlfriend would be a good or bad thing. It certainly seemed good for his stepdad and stepmom.
Brenda interrupted his thoughts, saying, "I think you should make up with her, Bryce. You obviously still love her. Then you can invite her over here and I'll try to ascertain what her views on sex are."
"So, you're going to just ask her if she's a nympho?" he replied with a little laugh.
"Oh, I can be a lot more subtle than that," Brenda answered with a grin. "This isn't my first rodeo. You get her over here and then make yourself scarce for a while so she and I can talk alone." So, let's get some background on the two of you," Brenda went on as she spread some brie on a cracker. "Does Tina masturbate during the week between your regular fuck sessions?" She took a bite, and added, "Like you do?"
"I don't know. That's not something we ever talked about."
"Do you think she has a porn stash like yours?" Brenda asked. "Probably not with the spy-cam, but I'll bet you have a couple gig of other porn on that laptop, right? You think she likes porn, too? You ever watch it together to get aroused?"
"We don't need it. We get plenty aroused as soon as we start kissing," he answered popping a whole cracker and cheese slice in his mouth.
"Does she suck your cock before you fuck?" Brenda asked.
"Yeah, she does now. Or she did."
"Did you have to beg her the first time?" Brenda asked. "Did you plead to let you put your nasty pecker in her mouth?"
He thought for a moment about that first time, and then answered, "Yeah, almost. She thought it would be gross to put the thing that I pee with in her mouth, but I finally convinced her because I had already licked her pussy more than once--which she really liked--and that was the same thing."
"Did she like it once she tried it?"
"I don't think so. And it wasn't nearly what I expected a blowjob to be, either," he answered. "She kept her lips closed around my dick and bobbed her head real slowly--maybe two inches up and down--and she seemed to go to some length to keep her tongue from touching my knob. It lasted about half a minute before she pulled away, and handed me a condom, telling me, 'I like it in my pussy a lot better.' I had to agree, and we did have a pretty good fuck session."
"Did you ever get her to try it again? Suck your dick before fucking?"
Bryce looked at his stepmom wondering where she was going with this, but actually happy to be talking about it. He had never told any of his buddies about it--he never told them about anything he did with Tina--he had always respected her too much. Until she cheated. Talking about it with Brenda--reliving those memories had his dick hard in his shorts.
"Yeah," he replied. "The next Saturday. We were both already naked and I was fumbling with my pants to find the condom in one of the pockets when she surprised the shit out of me and dropped down and lapped my knob. She held my dick--which was already stiff--with one hand and swirled her tongue all over my cock-head, even poking her tongue in my pee hole! I stopped looking for the rubber and just stared down at her. She popped my knob in and out of her lips a few times, then leaned in and filled her whole mouth with my boner and sucked hard, even biting down on it a little. I don't know what the hell came over her in a week, but all of a sudden I was getting a real blowjob. And she seemed to be liking it!"
"I'll lay odds that the Internet came over her," Brenda said with a little laugh "Maybe she sensed your disappointment so she went online to see what she was doing wrong. Back in my day, good porn was much harder to get your hands on, so I had to learn by doing. Not that that's a bad thing."
Brenda was half right. What had come over Tina was a conversation with her best friend, Charlotte, whom Tina knew to be much more sexually active than she was. Her friend not only explained how much she enjoyed sucking cock, but when they got online together to find blowjob videos, Charlotte got a cucumber out of the family fridge so Tina could practice. The result was a fierce curiosity and desire to try it again with Bryce. From that night on, a lavish blowjob was always the forerunner to fucking.
"Does she let you cum in her mouth?" Brenda asked. "Does she let you pull off the condom so she can suck the splooge out of your cock?"
"Just once; the last time we did it," Bryce answered as he rubbed his boner recalling that surprise, too.
Brenda grinned, and said, "I think Tina may be more like me than you thought. I think you may have a budding slut-girlfriend on your hands there. She sounds a lot like me when I was her age.
"Then, of course, the question is," Brenda went on, "can you handle having a slut-girlfriend the way your dad handles having a slut-wife? Can you put your pride--your male ego--aside and embrace how much she likes sex? How much you like sex? Do you think you could get a boner watching her get fucked by another guy the way you got one and jerked off watching me with your dad's friend, Dick?" Noticing his hand motion under the table as he rubbed his entrapped hard-on, she added with a smile, "I think your friend down there thinks you could."
"Yeah, well he's pretty easy to convince. He doesn't think; he just reacts," Bryce said. "But I... I don't know. I mean, just because she was lonely and did it with one other guy doesn't mean she's a nympho. This could all be a moot discussion, right?"
"True," Brenda replied, impressed that Bryce was now defending his girlfriend and finding a way to excuse her cheating. There was obviously real love there; that was critical in the kind of open-sex relationship that she and Tom had--that she was suggesting for Bryce and Tina.
She went on, "But when you add to the fact that she did do it with another guy; that she obviously likes to fuck; that she willingly sucks your cock; and that she'll take a load of hot cum in her mouth, I think there might be a case for slut-in-the-making there."
Half of Bryce's brain didn't want to think of his sweet, adorable girlfriend as a cock-hungry nympho, but the other half--the half that was in control when he watched his dad fucking Brenda on the patio; when he jerked off watching the video of her fucking his dad's friend; and that was in total control while he was fucking his stepmom himself--sure wanted to think that!
He didn't reply to Brenda's comment right away--agreeing or disagreeing--but she could see the sexual wheels spinning in his head as he continued to rub his boner.
Brenda looked up at the clock, and said, "You think Tina might still be awake? You should call her and make up."
He looked at the clock, too, and said, "Yeah, she'd be awake." He looked at his stepmom, and added, "Thank you for making me realize how much I love her. And that's not just my boner talking. Whether she's... well, as sexually adventurous as you or not, I know I want to be with her."
"That's sweet," Brenda said with a smile. "Tell you what. You invite her over here for the make-up sex that should always follow a fight, and I'll take off for an hour or so."
"An hour?" he repeated with a laugh as he gave his trapped dick a squeeze. "More like fifteen minutes!"
Brenda laughed, and said, "Pace yourself; I'll give you all the time you want."
"Thanks!" he said, again, and got up to go get his phone.
***
Half an hour later, Tina rang the doorbell, and when he let her in, they went into an immediate embrace coupled with a passionate kiss before even saying a word and before the door was even closed.
When they broke the kiss, she began to say, "Oh, Bryce, I'm so sor..." but he stopped her by putting a finger over her lips.
"No, baby, I'm the one who's sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. You were being open and honest with me, and all I could feel was insecure. I was afraid that you might have liked doing it with Jack better than me. That I was going to lose your love to some guy just because he had more experience that me."
That took Tina by complete surprise. She had naturally thought that he had stormed out last Saturday because he was pissed about her cheating on him. That he was insecure would never have crossed her mind. He certainly had nothing to be insecure about; he was a wonderful lover.
"Oh, baby!" she said and gave him another kiss while pulling him tight. "No. Jack was nowhere near as good a lover as you are! I could never love him. Heck, I don't even like him very much."
He gave her another short kiss, and then as he held her ass, pulling her close, he said, "I want you to tell me about it, baby. Tell me what you did with him."
"What?" she replied almost in disbelief that she had heard him correctly.
"Please," he said. "I... I think I need that as closure. I can't go on just wondering about the two of you together. Please? I swear I won't be mad or get jealous. I just need to know, and I think--hope--maybe it will be good for you, too. To, you know, cleanse your soul."
***
Much of that had been Brenda's suggestion. She advised that if he wanted to find out how sexually open Tina was, the first step would be to get her to talk about sex. Don't put her on the defensive by mentioning her cheating, she had told him, and don't make her feel guilty or that she needs to apologize if she enjoyed sex with the other guy.
Brenda had told him, "The good-girl part of her personality--the prim and proper Tina--will probably make her reluctant to talk about her infidelity and maybe even sex in general. You'll probably have to use your charm to get her started. If she continues to refuse, she likely is a prim and proper good-girl who happened to stray one time and may never do it again. And there's nothing wrong with that, by the way. Monogamy is the norm; it's how most couples live their very happy lives.
"If she's willing to talk about her fling with college-boy," Brenda had gone on, "but you have to drag every word out of her, then she's probably a girl who likes sex quite a lot but who feels a bit guilty that she does. She'll probably try to maintain the straight-and-narrow, but will end up having the occasional affair after which she'll feel terrible about it. I feel sorry for those kinds of people; they live a very conflicted life.
"But if, after you get her started," Brenda concluded, "she talks about the sex she had with this guy freely and even excitedly, then I think she's walking down the same hypersexuality path that I trod when I was her age. I loved having sex, but right behind it was talking about sex, and following that was writing about sex. I have a diary that would give you jerk-off fodder for a month. Anyway, the bottom line is that her willingness to talk about her tryst with her college friend--and the words she chooses--will probably tell you a lot about her inner sexual being."
***
"I, um... I don't think I can," Tina replied to Bryce's surprising suggestion. "Not... not while you're looking at me," she added, leaving the door open a crack.
He took her by the hand, and as he led her into the house, he said, "Come on to my bedroom. We'll get comfortable--their euphemism for getting naked--and I'll hold you while you face the other way if you want. Please, baby? I think this will actually make our relationship stronger. I mean how much more trust could we show to one another? And that's what love is, isn't it? Total trust?"
He was trying to convince her, of course, but he wasn't just throwing bullshit. He really did want to have that deep of a trusting relationship with Tina, regardless of the sex part.
After they got naked they embraced and kissed again, and then with a half-hard dick, Bryce got on the bed with his back propped against his two pillows. He patted the sheet between his legs inviting Tina to join him.
She got on the bed and nestled her cute naked ass between his thighs, and as she lay back against his chest he positioned his dick so it was pressed between her back and his belly. He put his arms around her, giving her a gentle, comforting hug, and kissed her neck. She reached down and ran her hands along his outer thighs.
She let out a deep breath, and said with a nervous little chuckle, "Okay, Father Flannigan, where do you want me to start my confession?"
He laughed and kissed her ear, and then said, "So, how did you decide that you wanted to get together with Jack? Did you have a crush on him or something? I know lots of girls in high school used to think he was hot."
She thought for a moment, and then said, "I don't think I'd call it a crush, but there was... well, a curiosity, I guess."
"About his bad-boy reputation?" Bryce asked.
"I don't know... I guess maybe that was part of it," she answered reluctantly. "I... I'm sorry, Bryce, but I don't think I can do this. Look, I'm really, really sorry that I cheated on you, and I promise that it will never, ever happen again."
She began to turn around, but he tightened his hug, and her whispered in her ear, "Shh, shh. It's okay, baby. I get that this is hard for you, but I think we need it if we're going to stay together. You want to stay together, don't you? I know I sure do, so let's get his all out in the open, and put it behind us. Please?"
"Yes, I want to stay together," she replied as a tear spilled down each of her cheeks. She inhaled deeply then as she blew it out she resigned herself to this being her penance for having been unfaithful.
"Okay," she said, "so, I know it's no excuse, but I was already horny as hell when you called last Saturday to say that you were leaving with your dad and you'd be gone all weekend. I was really looking forward to being with you Saturday night."
"Me, too," he said. "I'd been thinking about you all week. In fact, if we're both going to be open, I guess I should confess that I even had to jerk off because my balls were starting to ache thinking about getting a blowjob and fucking with you Saturday."
"Really?" she said. "You jerk off sometimes?" It was a subject they had never broached, but Charlotte had assured her that all guys jerked off.
"Yeah, sometimes," he answered. "I close my eyes and pretend it's your pretty mouth on my dick, or that I've got it stuck in your beautiful, wet pussy. Do you ever do it? Make your pussy cum by yourself?"
"Sometimes, I guess," she replied half embarrassed and half excited to be telling him such an intimate secret. Until then, Charlotte was the only person who knew that she fingered her pussy, and they had, in fact, done it together one Sunday afternoon.
He hugged her a little tighter, including squeezing his legs against her naked hips, and then as he moved his hands up her chest to just touch the lower curve of her perfectly-formed B-size breasts, he kissed her ear, and then asked, "So, what had you so horny last Saturday that your fingers couldn't satisfy you?"
She let out an involuntary mew at the almost teasing feel of his hands barely touching her tits. "There was... well, something new that I wanted to try with you," she said.
"What was it?" he asked as he moved his hands around the edges of her breasts but without advancing any farther up the slope.
"No. You'll think it's gross if I tell you about it," she said. "I was just going to surprise you with it."
"Come on, baby," he said as he kissed her neck. "If you think I would have liked it, I'm sure I won't think it's gross. Tell me. Please?"
She took a deep breath, then said, "Okay, but remember you asked for it! I was going to let you cum in my mouth again, but just when you started, I was going stick my wet finger up your butt."
"Oh, geez!" he said in obvious surprise.
"See? Gross, huh? Well, you wanted me to tell you!" she said.
"No! I think that would probably feel amazing right as I was starting to cum!" he said.
"Really? You don't think that's sick?"
"Not really," he said. "And if we're being honest, baby, I guess I might have tried tickling my own butt-hole while I jerked off once or twice. But what made you think of doing that to me?"
"Charlotte told me about it," she answered. "She said if you stick your finger way up a guy's butt and poke it into his prostate, it's like a magic button and they cum like twice as much."
"Really?' he said having never gone to those depths, so to speak. "So, um, have you ever tried that with yourself? Sticking your finger in your butt while you fingered your pussy?"
Tina and Bryce had never engaged in such intimate sex talk before, but she was beginning to enjoy it. It was somehow liberating to be able to talk to her boyfriend about things that she felt might be seen by others--except Charlotte--as dirty or even a bit weird. She was, however, glad that she was not facing him. Even though he was holding her, kissing her neck, and teasing her breasts, her lewd confessions were still somehow a bit abstract by not looking at him.
"Not way in," she answered. "Just like to the first knuckle."
"So, did you try the finger thing with Jack?" he asked.
"No!" she definitively. "His butt is all hairy and it just seemed to gross to me out with him."
Bryce was glad to hear that, but he pressed on. "Okay," he said, giving her a gentle squeeze and a nibble on her ear, "so tell me what you did do with Jack. I promise not to get mad or jealous. In fact, you'll probably get me even hornier than I am now!" He punctuated the statement by shifting his body a bit to make sure she could feel his rock-hard boner pressed into her back.
With the talk of butt-fingering and jerking off having broken through the layer of good-girl ice that hid the deep, perverse waters below, Tina began her narrative in a manner that might even have surprised Charlotte.
"So, Jack had texted me about a month ago, wanting to know if I wanted to go to a party with him," she began. "I don't know where he got my number, but I texted back that I was in a relationship, and I never heard back from him.
"Anyway, like I said, I was super horny on Saturday imagining what it was going to feel like to have you blow a double-size load of cum into my mouth when I stuck my finger up your ass. When you called to say you weren't coming over, I was really disappointed, and maybe a little bit mad.
"I finger-fucked my pussy to a pretty good orgasm, and that took care of me for a while, but what I really wanted was to feel a stiff cock in my mouth. About eight o'clock I texted him and asked if he wanted to come over. Ten minutes later we were in my bedroom."
Bryce had to admit that there was a twinge of jealousy stirring in his brain, but luckily it was offset by the massive build-up of testosterone flowing through his whole system, and he didn't react to it. Instead, he reassured and encouraged her by cuddling her, kissing her neck and ear, and whispering, "I'll bet that he jerked off more than once thinking about you! So, what did you do when he got there?"
"We made out for a little while on the bed, and he was humping my pussy through our clothes and squeezing my tits while we kissed and sucked each other's tongues. Then we got up and he had me get on my knees. He pulled my top off over my head and I wasn't wearing a bra and he told me how gorgeous my tits were and that he had always loved them. Then he pulled down his fly and took out his dick. He took his balls out, too, and somehow that just seemed so nasty that it made my pussy leak."
Bryce swallowed hard, turned on more than he could have expected as his girlfriend talked about how she had cheated on him with a guy that he actually knew. He shifted a bit to hump Tina's back, and moved his hands a little farther up her tits.
Along with the ember of jealousy lingering in his brain, there was a bit of insecurity, as well, and he asked, "Was he, you know, bigger than me?"
"Oh, no!" she answered. "He was quite a bit smaller. Well, almost the same length, probably, but not as big around. In fact, I thought maybe he wasn't all the way hard. But when I took him in my mouth and started sucking, he didn't get any bigger."
The insecurity settled, there was still the jealousy to be quashed as he envisioned his girlfriend on her knees, topless and bare-chested, giving a college bad-boy a blowjob with his cock and balls hanging out through his fly. The very sluttiness of that mental image easily overpowered any other emotion, however, and he felt a long drool of warm precum escape his trapped dick to emphasize that fact.
Surprisingly, reliving the wanton act and telling her boyfriend about it in detail had much the same effect on Tina, and her pussy leaked her own pre-orgasm juices.
"So, you gave him a blowjob," Bryce said into her ear. "Then what? Did he fuck you with his pants still on?" While that image seemed hot in a nasty way, he didn't think it would be as good as fucking naked. But the image triggered another thought, and he said, "You used a rubber, right?"
"When he fucked my pussy, yes, but first he fucked my mouth," she said.
"Oh, wow!" Bryce said and squirmed again, smearing his pre-cum around between them. "Tell me what he did."
"Well, I started giving him a blowjob like I give you, but he took hold of my head with both hands and held me still while he fucked my mouth like it was a cunt! He was poking his cock-head all the way to the back of my throat; he was sticking it into my cheeks; he was pulling all the way out, and having me suck on his knob before he fucked it back in." She squirmed her ass on the bed as her pussy drooled over the nasty mental replay. She laid he head back on Bryce's shoulder, closed her eyes, and said, "God, that made me so hot! I felt like such a... such a..."
"Such a slut?" Bryce finished for her as he took a firm, encircling grip on her tits, squeezing and bulging her puffy pink nipples. "God, you're making me hot, too! And I don't care how slutty you were with him; just keep telling me about it! God, baby, I love you!"
"Are you sure, baby?" she said. " 'Cause it just seems so... so wrong to be telling you all this and to be feeling so frigging hot about it at the same time."
"Oh, I'm sure, baby!" he said. "I think maybe we both have some inner feelings--desires--that we've been repressing. I think Jack might have been more of a blessing for us than a curse. So, please go on, my sweet, sexy, slut. I may end up blowing a fat load of cum up your back if your story keeps up like this."
"Don't!" she said. "I want you to cum in my mouth while a shove my finger up your ass!"
"Well, maybe two can play at that game!" he said with an extra tit-squeeze. "Like maybe in a sixty-nine? I'll let you know when I'm close. For now, on with your confession, slut!"
If he had ever called her a slut before she'd have slapped his face, but now, it actually made her feel sexy--and the name was certainly deserved! With zero inhibitions left, she went on.
"So, fucking my mouth, he kept shoving his cock all the way in and trying to poke it down my throat. I tried to let him, but I just kept gagging, and when he held my head and managed to jab his knob in I almost puked and he stopped trying.
"Then he let go of me and let me give him a blowjob while he took his clothes off," she continued. "When he was naked, he stood me up then pushed me onto the bed on my face, with my legs over the edge. Then he pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties to just under my ass. Just as I looked back to see what he was doing, his hand landed on my bare ass. I jumped and yelped, but for some weird reason, that slap actually made my already-horny pussy even hotter.
"Kind of instinctively," Tina continued, "I put my hands on my ass to protect it, but there was a little piece of me that really wanted to feel it again. When he took my hands and moved them up onto my back I really didn't resist. 'Keep them there!' he told me, and I laid there waiting for another slap. And I didn't have to wait very long.
"The next one was right on top of the first one, and it almost brought tears to my eyes, but it sure brought juice to my pussy! Christ! It was like I could feel the burn in my ass going right into my cunt!"
Bryce knew all about that paradoxical feeling, and a new squirt of pre-cum oozed from his pee-hole as he imagined his girlfriend's exposed ass with a big red handprint and her pussy-lips glistening with her juices.
"He slapped both of my ass cheeks a few more times, then he flipped me over and pushed me all the way onto the bed. He pulled my panties all the way off, then shoved my legs apart, bent down and started eating me out.
"That I was still half dressed--I still had on my sneakers and socks, and my skirt was balled up around my waist, but my bare tits were hanging out--seemed to make everything even hotter!"
"Sluttier?" Bryce suggested with a tit-squeeze and a back-hump.
"Yeah! Sluttier!" she agreed. "I was so horny that I came right in his face!"
"Oh, man!" Bryce groaned enviously. His cock throbbed while he recalled getting a mouthful of hot pussy-juice from Brenda's cunt and he wished that he had been the one getting it from his girlfriend's. He had never brought Tina to orgasm with his mouth, and regretted not being the first to have done it with her.
"Did he suck it up?" Bryce asked remembering the salty, slightly bitter taste of Brenda's juices--and the amount of it! "Did he swallow your cum like you swallow mine?"
"No," she answered, obviously disappointed. "As soon as I started, he pulled away and just let my juice soak my ass. I thought he might put his finger in me like you do sometimes when I cum, but he got up to go get his rubber. So while he was digging in his pants, I had to stick my finger up my pussy and rub my clit to keep my orgasm going."
"What a jerk!" Bryce said, encouraged that he was being favorably compared to her more experienced lover.
Surprisingly aroused by her explicit confession, Tina squirmed again as a little more pussy-juice ran from the depths of her cunt.
"So, when he got the rubber on, he laid down on top of me, and tried to get his dick in my pussy by itself. After a few rubs up my belly or down my legs, I finally had to reach down and guide him in."
Remembering his initial penetration, she said, "God, baby, I'm sorry, but I was so frigging horny right then that his cock felt amazing going into my cunt, and I wanted him to fuck me for the next hour." She made a derisive little laugh, and went on, "But he lasted all of two minutes before he was grunting and groaning and filling his rubber with jism. And you know what else was a big let down? A big difference from when you fuck me? My cunt never really felt like it was all that full. It only felt a little better than when I fuck myself with two fingers." She laughed, again, and added, "And it didn't last as long, either!"
What little insecurity Bryce was still harboring was quickly going away.
"So, did you cuddle and kiss afterward?" Bryce asked. He knew that she really liked that, and rather hoped that Jack had done the usual male thing of rolling off of her and catching his breath while he basked in his own glory. He was not disappointed.
"No!" she said derisively. "He got up, went to the bathroom to flush his rubber and wash his dick and his face, then came back and started getting dressed. I said, 'So, do you want to go get a burger or something?' and he said no, that he had to get home for a birthday party or something. The prick didn't even kiss me before he left!"
"What an asshole!" Bryce said. "And what a moron!"
"I started to feel guilty about cheating on you after he was gone and I was thinking about what I'd just done with him," she went on. "But what made me feel even worse was that it was making me horny again just to think about it. I was all of a sudden seeing why Charlotte liked being trampy."
"I have to tell you, baby," he replied as he squeezed her tits with his hands and her hips with his legs, "that just hearing about you being a sexy little slut with Jack is the hottest thing ever! I only wish I could have been there to see it!"
"Really?" she said. "You would actually want to watch me cheating on you?" The thought of being watched while she fucked had never entered her mind, but now that the seed was planted, it quickly took hold. Maybe she was more of a slut than she realized. She wondered if Charlotte liked being watched. That brought back the memory of the time they had masturbated together, and she now realized that the look on Charlotte's face while her friend had stared at her naked pussy as she pushed her finger in and out of it had made her even hotter, and she had slapped her wet cunt harder and faster because of it.
With the idea of being watched percolating and brewing yet another aspect of nastiness in her brain--and in her pussy--she repeated, "Seriously? You could watch me cheat on you with some other guy and not get mad?"
"Well, it wouldn't be cheating if I was there and had given you my blessing, would it?" he replied. "As far as getting mad, maybe you should tell me what you're going to do with your friend while I sit there stroking my drooling cock, and we'll see if I can take it." As he bulged her nipples with his hands and then took them between his fingers and thumbs, he asked, "Are you going to take his stiff dick in your mouth?"
She squirmed and her pussy leaked while she envisioned her boyfriend sitting on her bed with his pants around his ankles and his boner in his hand. She was on her knees, bare-ass naked, in front of some guy--she didn't even know who--that had his pants down only far enough for his dick and his balls to hang out over the top.
"Yes, I'm going to take his stiff dick in my mouth!" she answered emphatically.
He pulled on her nipples, and said into her ear, "Tell me about it, baby! Tell me what you're going to do to him while I watch you and jerk off on my hard cock!"
"I'm going to hold his fat cock-head between my teeth and I'm going to try to poke my tongue up his big pee hole!" she began surprised at how arousing filthy talk could be. "Then I'm going to lap his big knob clean of all the dick-juice he's been leaking while he made out with me and took all my clothes off. Then I'm going to slide my lips down his cock and give him a wet blowjob while I play with his fat balls." She pulled in a deep breath as her pussy trickled a little more juice, then, forcing herself back to reality, and said to Bryce, "So, do you think it would make you mad to watch me do that?" She paused a moment, and add, "Or would it make you as fucking horny as it's making me to tell you about it?"
He rocked his hips, humping his stiff, slippery dick between her back and his belly, and said, "Does this answer your question? Fuck, baby, that would be so hot to see you with his cock in your beautiful mouth!" He gave her nipples a hard pinch and tug, and asked, "So, how are you going to fuck him? On your back with your legs spread wide open? Doggy-style, so he can slap your cute little ass while he fucks your cunt?"
She moaned and squirmed at his explicitly foul description of her wonton behavior, and she answered in kind, "No. After he takes his cock out of my mouth, he picks me up and puts me on the bed right next to you sitting there with your stiff dick in your hand. He puts my ass right on the edge of the bed and he pushes my legs open. You hold one of them and stroke it while you're looking at my pussy. I'm drenched with my own pussy-juice and my cunt hair is all matted from being so horny. You're sliding your hand up and down your boner while the guy takes his pants and shirt off. You can't help but stare at the hard cock that's going to be inside my wet pussy in a few seconds.
"Naked now, he walks over to me, and his fat dick is so stiff and so straight that he doesn't even need to touch it to get it lined up on my pussy. You're stroking your meat and staring right at my pussy as his big knob pushes my cunt-lips apart and then disappears inside me. He keeps going, and he pushes his whole fat cock all the way up my cunt-hole without ever stopping! It feels so fucking good to be filled with his hard cock.
"I look over at you and I tell you how much I love you for letting me fuck this other guy, and I take your cock in my hand and start beating you off while he starts fucking me."
"Oh, fuck!" Bryce moaned as he suddenly pushed her up. "It's time! It's time! Let me get on my back, quick!"
Ten seconds later, Bryce was lying flat with his glistening boner pointing straight up and Tina was on top of him with her legs straddling his face.
He raised his head and kissed her drenched, hairy pussy--far wetter than he had ever experienced it before--and then, with his fingers digging into her lovely, round ass-cheeks, he pressed his face hard into her crotch, forced his tongue between her peach-pussy cunt-lips, and began searching out her clit while he sucked and rocked his head.
"Holy shit!" she groaned as she rocked her hips to add to the face-fuck he was giving her cunt. She wrapped her small hand tightly around the base of his slimy cock and she clamped her mouth over his glistening knob, sucking and lapping the pre-cum from it. After she played with his pee-hole with the tip of her tongue for a few seconds, she lowered her head rapidly, taking more of his dick into her mouth than she ever had, and forcing his cock-head into the opening of her throat.
Her body convulsed as she gagged on the fat invader, but not as much as when Jack had throat-poked her, and she was able to keep it there for several seconds before she had to pull away. Had Jack's forceful taking of her throat-virginity somehow made it easier this time? Or was it the fact that she was probably hornier than she'd ever been before in her life? She didn't care, and after a few deep breaths during which she gave Bryce's cock several hard, fast jerks, she plunged down again.
Even though it squished and deformed to fit into the tight opening, this time Tina could feel all of her boyfriend's cock-head in her throat. Her spasm was much less pronounced, and she was able to force herself to relax enough to keep it there for nearly ten seconds while she jerked off the exposed part of his cock, her hand flying in short strokes between his balls and her lips.
"Holy fucking hell!" Bryce growled into her pussy as he pushed his face into her hairy, wet cunt as hard as he could.
Tina pulled her head up, beat Bryce's slippery boner a couple of times while she caught her breath, and then pushed her head down once more, driving his cock into and down her throat in one motion that ended when her lips were pressed into his pubic hair.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" he moaned, then told her, "Do your finger, baby! Stick your finger up my ass! I'm gonna fill your wonderful fucking mouth with a gallon of hot cum!"
She pulled off of his cock and said, "Oh, me too, baby! Stick your finger up my little asshole while I cum and I'll fucking drown you!"
They each wet a finger, and at nearly the same time, they pushed them into their respective holes.
Tina shoved her finger deeper and deeper into Bryce's ass as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. When he blew his load, she wanted it in her mouth to taste, rather than down her throat.
She didn't know exactly what she was probing for as she buried her finger, but when she struck a hard, knob-like thing and Bryce groaned "Oh!" into her cunt and his cock jumped in her mouth, she knew she had found his prostate. She began rubbing the little knob as she bobbed and sucked on his cock.
"Fuu-uck!" he growled into Tina's pussy as he pumped his finger in and out of her tight little asshole. He went back and forth between tongue-fucking her cunt-hole and rubbing her clit as hard as he could with his tongue, all the while sucking on as much of her hairy pussy as he could get his mouth around.
"Oh, fuck yes!" he groaned as his balls tightened and his cock shot a searing jet of cum into his girlfriend's mouth.
Tina reacted to the eruption of splooge into her mouth by sucking harder, bobbing faster, and fucking her finger in and out of his asshole, poking his prostate with each deep jab.
The blast of his hot cum into her mouth triggered Tina's orgasm, and her cunt gushed a flow of her own cum that soaked Bryce's face and ran down his neck as he sucked on her cunt and reamed her tiny little asshole with his finger.
As forceful as the first squirt of Bryce's cum was it was followed by only a few more squirts of lesser force and lesser volume. Tina was a bit disappointed given Charlotte's claim of twice as much cum with a prostate poke. Bryce's load was maybe half what he had blown into her mouth the other time. Of course, she had no way of knowing that it was Bryce's third orgasm of the night.
As his pecker oozed his final drops of cum into Tina's sucking mouth, he disengaged from her pussy and told her, "Don't swallow it, baby! Turn around and share it with me! Come here and kiss me!"
His request surprised her, but the nastiness of him eating his own cum was an equally surprising turn her on for her. She quickly spun around and laid on top of him, pressing her mouth to his. They both parted their lips and she used her tongue to push her boyfriend's hot jism into his mouth. He accepted it, and after sucking on her tongue, he gathered it up and pushed it back into her mouth. She swirled it around, then swapped it back again, and said, "Swallow it, baby! Swallow your own hot fucking jism while lap my cunt juice off your face!"
Tina had put her fingers in her mouth after jilling off, so she knew what her pussy juice tasted like, but lapping so much of it from his drenched face, and even his neck added a level of nastiness that had her pussy tingling again, already. She had not had an orgasm since she masturbated with her hairbrush two days ago.
After Bryce swallowed his jism--his third sampling of his own cum of the night--he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and planted a long, loving kiss on her pussy-flavored lips. When they broke the kiss, he looked up into her eyes, and said, "God, I love you, baby!"
Although Bryce's dick was completely wilted, Tina was still feeling frisky, and she smiled down at him and replied, "Even though I'm a cheating, cock-hungry slut?"
He laughed, and sang, "... these are a few of my favorite things..." He kissed her, again, and added, "You know, if you hadn't cheated who knows how long it might have been before we found out that we're both perverted, sex-addicted sluts. I might have to send Jack a nice thank-you note."
She laughed, and laid her head on his chest as he gently stroked her back and ran his hands over her naked ass, still wet with the pussy-juice he had missed.
Although he was spent and was ready to cuddle with her, she was still ready to go, having only had one tongue-induced orgasm. As good as it was, it wasn't the same as cumming while a fat cock stretched and filled her cunt.
"You know," she said in a suggestive tone, "most guys who found themselves in this situation would probably feel the need to punish their slutty girlfriend for cheating. They'd probably spank her naked ass to teach her a lesson."
He was surprised--and not unpleasantly--at how much like Brenda Tina did seem to be. He raised his hand and gave one of her cute upturned ass-cheeks a swat. Although he figured it was out for the night, the sound of the little slap and Tina's flinch, followed by a mew, had his limp dick twitching.
She looked him in the eyes, and said tauntingly, "Most guys would take their slut girlfriend across their knees to make sure she learned her lesson."
Surprised, once again, that his sweet, cuddle-loving girlfriend apparently had a suppressed rough and kinky side along with being a nympho, and he was amazed at how erotic and arousing it was to have her refer to herself as a slut.
He brought his hand down on her ass again, this time with as much force as his prone position would allow. She jumped, threw back her head, and let out a little yelp, and while her head was raised up he took a handful of her hair and held it there.
"And how many slaps do you think these guys would give their cheating girlfriends for having sucked a strange cock and having let some dude fuck her up the cunt?" he demanded in mock sternness. "How many slaps on her naked ass would it take for a slut like that to learn her lesson?"
Fueled by the filthy talk, the thought of spanking his girlfriend's naked ass, and her apparent insatiability, Bryce's dick revealed its own insatiability and began to grow, yet again.
"Three or four good slaps would probably teach most girls," Tina answered almost defiantly. "But for a filthy slut who gets wet when she just talks about that strange cock in her mouth and her pussy, it could take as many as ten!"
Still stunned by this almost demonic side of his previously-demure girlfriend--but equally aroused by the discovery--Bryce pushed her off of himself, and in a mater of seconds he was sitting on the edge of the bed with Tina pulled across his lap, her naked ass directly in front of him atop his legs.
"Put your hands on the floor, you little cheat!" he commanded her. "One on top of the other." When she had done it, he put his bare foot on top of them, and said, "Now, don't you dare try to cover your ass while you get your punishment! If you do we'll have to start all over again."
He brought his hand down with an open-handed smack that made her jump and yelp. Then rubbing the quickly reddening spot, he said, "That's for having some other guy's number in your phone so you could call him if you got horny." He smacked the other cheek, and got the same reaction from her, then said, "That's for letting him into your bedroom when nobody else was home."
And so it went. One smack per cheating transgression. "That's for kissing him." Smack! "That's for taking your clothes off for him." Smack! "That's for letting him play with your bare tits." Smack! "That's for taking his stiff cock in your mouth and letting him gag you with it."
As he continued his slaps, he progressively lightened them until they were just glancing blows with only his fingers. Although he had little experience with the weird pain/pleasure thing, he was smart enough to realize that there would be a limit for anyone.
As Bryce's fingertips landed her eighth spank--a thankfully-light slap--across the burning spot on Tina's left ass-cheek, she let out a low, almost plaintive moan. The strange paradox that had her pussy tingling and seeping arousal juices in response to the pain and mock-humiliation was approaching her limit. Knowing that he was getting close to the end of his protracted recital of her sins with their accompanying ass-slaps allowed her to endure the remainder of her punishment. The thought of sucking his boner back to full life and getting him to fuck the shit out of her helped to keep her going, too.
The next slap was followed by Bryce saying, "That's for letting him shove his stiff cock up your cunt and fuck you until he came."
He raised his hand for what Tina expected to be the tenth and final spank, and braced herself for it to be a hard one, but he surprised her by laying his hand lightly on her reddened ass and gently rubbing the tender spots on both cheeks.
"And that's for being such an awesome, oversexed, and kinky slut-girlfriend," he said. "God, I love you so much!"
"I love you, too, baby!" she replied as she relaxed under his gentle caresses over her tingling ass-cheeks.
With his help, she got up from lying across his lap, and then turned toward him, spread her legs, and sat across his. She held him tightly and kissed him with a loving passion as he lightly rubbed her abused ass. When she broke the kiss, she said, "I think I've learned a very valuable lesson tonight, Bryce. I promise that I will never, ever cheat on you, again." Then with an impish and suggestive grin, she looked him in the eyes, and added, "Unless you're there to watch."
He chuckled, kissed her, and then sang "... Oh, baby! You knooow what I like!"
"And what I'd like," she replied, "is for you to fuck me right now!" She slid backwards off his legs, and considering how horny she was, she was a little surprised to see that his dick was only about half-hard. She welcomed the opportunity to correct that situation, though, and she went to her knees, bent over, and sucked the whole flexible thing into her mouth.
As she sucked and swirled her tongue all over her boyfriend's semi-inflated cock she reached up and began playing with his balls at the same time. She then extended one finger and began tickling his pucker, as well.
With the stamina that is wasted on the young, Bruce's cock was back at full stature and hardness in less than a minute, and Tina pushed herself down on his resurrected boner and took it down her throat with barely a flinch. A feat of which she was rather proud.
She then got up facing him, and straddled his legs for a cowgirl fuck.
"Let me grab a rubber," Bryce said as Tina reached under her ass to guide his cock to her pussy.
"Fuck the rubber!" she said. "I want to feel your raw cock fucking my horny slut-girlfriend cunt! Don't worry; I'm safe this time of the month."
Considering that if he was able to achieve it at all, it would be his fourth orgasm of the night--a new personal record--he assumed that his sperm count would be almost nonexistent, adding to the safety. And having experienced rubber-free fucking for the first time with Brenda earlier that night, he also wanted to feel his girlfriend's cunt on his bareback cock.
She got his knob pressed into her pussy-lips, and lowered her body, taking his cock all the way up her cunt in one slow motion. Then, sitting on his lap, she rocked her hips and pulled herself tightly against his chest, forcing another inch of his naked cock into the depths of her guts.
She moaned, "Oh, fuck!" and then covered his mouth with hers in an aggressive tongue-sucking, lip-biting kiss while just holding still and enjoying the feeling of her cunt being stuffed fuller and deeper than ever before.
Slowly, she began to shift her hips back and forth getting his cock to press hard against the front and back of her cunt-hole while keeping it at full depth. She had never felt anything like it! She had never even imagined anything like it!
When she rocked her hips forward it caused his cock to rub hard against the front wall of her cunt, and it contacted some undiscovered spot there that sent a bolt of sexual electricity up through her whole body. It was her G-spot, but up until then she had no idea that it even existed. It was still a mystery even to Charlotte.
As she bit almost painfully on Bryce's lower lip, her second-of-the-night orgasm ripped loose from deep inside her cock-filled cunt, and quickly soaked Bryce's balls, legs, and ass with her hot pussy-juice.
Her first orgasm into Bryce's mouth had been brief--if she had brought it on with her fingers or her hairbrush, it would have lasted twice as long, at least. So, there was that residual orgasm waiting in the background and it had been built up by the spanking she had received and the filthy talk they spewed at each other. Amplifying it still more was the sluttiness of taking his cock down her throat, and then that mysterious magic spot inside her cunt. The result was possibly the most intense orgasm she had yet to experience and it only reinforced how much she liked sex and everything about it.
With only subtle movements rocking her boyfriend's cock deep inside her, now, she let her orgasm run its natural course, but she knew there were more behind it.
Holding tightly to Bryce and keeping his cock deep in her cunt, she pushed him onto his back and then rolled over, pulling him on top of her.
"Fuck me, Bryce!" she commanded him. "Fuck my slutty, cheating cunt with your hard bareback cock, baby! I want to feel you blow your hot fucking cum into my guts!"
With Tina's legs spread wide, Bryce began rocking his hips and pounding his dick in and out of her juicy pussy from knob to nuts. As he humped, he looked down at her, and said, "Does my sweet little slut like feeling a raw cock up her cunt?"
"Oh, fuck, yes!" she answered. "How about you? Can you feel my cunt better without that stupid rubber?"
"Fuck, yes!" he replied. "It's like cock heaven!" He kissed her hard, and then added, "Let's see what your slutty cunt feels like doggy-style!"
"Oh, yeah!" she agreed.
He pulled his dick from her pussy and in seconds she was on her knees and elbows. He guided his slippery knob to her drenched pussy lips and easily slid his cock all the way up her love hole.
As he began to fuck her with the vigor of a horny nineteen-year-old, she let out a low moan and felt another orgasm building. The switch in positions had his cock rubbing more against the front wall of her cunt, and brushing over that magic spot. Wanting to increase the pressure on the mysterious hot-button, Tina began to lean forward, slowly lowering herself until she was flat on the bed, increasing the angle between her pussy and Bryce's cock to a point where he was driving down into her cunt and forcing his knob across her magic spot with every fuck.
The result was much the same for Bryce. With the sharper angle and no condom, the sensitive underside of his cock--especially right behind his knob--was being forced across his girlfriend's cunt wall like he had never felt it before. It even seemed like there was some little bump in her cunt that felt especially good as his cock-head slipped back and forth over it.
"Oh. Fuck, baby!" Tina groaned into the pillow as she grabbed handfuls of sheet. "I'm gonna cum! Keep doing it! Keep fucking my nasty slut cunt with your big fat raw cock! God, I love being a fucking slut! Your fucking slut! Fuck, I love you!"
Bryce had expected his fourth orgasm to be long in coming--if it came at all--so he was pleasantly surprised when he felt that familiar tingle starting to build in his groin. The minor miracle was no doubt due to the added sensitivity--and intimacy--of fucking without a rubber, this new knob-rubbing, down-fucking position, and the filth spewing from his self-proclaimed slut girlfriend's mouth.
As he hammered down into her cunt, bouncing them on the bed, he replied to her filth between panting breaths, "Oh, fuck, baby! God, your cunt feels so good without a rubber and fucking you from behind! I wish I had two cocks so I could fuck you in the mouth at the same time! I'd fuck you right down your slutty cock-sucking throat!"
The idea of taking on two guys at the same time--with a hard cock in each end--hadn't really crossed her mind before tonight; before the door to her inner slut had been thrown open--and torn off the hinges. Now, especially with her boyfriend voicing the nasty thought while he plowed his cock up her cunt, she knew it was something that she really wanted to do. "Oh, fuck, yes!" she moaned. "Dirty little slut girlfriends need to get fucked by two cocks at once!"
When he felt her cunt contract and begin her orgasm, it pushed his own closer to the edge and he picked up his pace as he panted at her, "Who is it, baby? Whose fat cock do you want fucking your mouth while I'm pounding your cunt?" He had kind of expected her to say Jack--the only other partner she had had--but rather hoped that she wouldn't. She completely surprised him when she blurted out her answer.
"Your father!" she yelled into the pillow before her mind could catch up with her cunt.
She had long had a well-repressed crush on the older man, but all the talk of being a slut and being right at the trigger of her orgasm, the wall crumbled, and her secret jumped out. She was sure immediately that she had pushed the slut thing way too far, and she just moaned "Oh, fuck!" into the pillow and wished she could take it back.
Another time Bryce might have been shocked speechless, but with the floodgates of slutdom wide open, the knowledge that his stepfather was at least as much of a pervert as he was, and with his balls in total control of his body and mind, he shot back, "Oh, my father would just love to fuck your pretty little mouth! Maybe we'd trade places back and forth so he could fuck this hungry slut cunt and you could suck your pussy juice off our cocks!"
Tina completely lost it, and as her cunt spasmed over and over at Bryce's relentless pounding, she growled "Yes! Oh, fuck yes! I want the two of you to treat me like a filthy little slut and fill me up with your hot cum in both ends!"
That pulled Bryce's trigger, and his balls tightened, sending whatever sperm they had left into her cunt. He continued fucking until his balls ached and he was sure they were empty, then he pulled out, and quickly lifted her back to her knees. He leaned down and clamped his mouth over her cunt, sucking and lapping as her orgasm finally subsided. Along with her pussy-juice Bryce was sure he could taste his own cum mixed it, and he pulled as much of the combination into his mouth as he could.
He then spun her over onto her back, laid down on her and pressed his lips to hers. She immediately opened her mouth and they shared the mixed orgasm juices while they kissed passionately.
Exhausted, Bryce rolled off of Tina, but pulled her into a side cuddle. "God, that was fucking awesome!" he said after a deep breath. "You are fucking awesome!"
She rested her head on his shoulder as she ran her hand across his chest, and said, "So, um, what I said about your father just now didn't gross you out?"
Bryce thought for a moment, then answered, "Well, he's my step-dad, so that changes things a little, I guess, but I can see how you'd think he was hot. And when I asked you about two guys, I was actually afraid you might say Jack, so that you said my father was actually a relief."
"Jack? Ewe!" she said. "I'm sorry I did it with him once; that'll never happen, again!"
"But you would screw my dad? I mean, if the opportunity presented itself?" he asked.
Feeling far more comfortable in her new uninhibited-girlfriend role that she would ever have imagined possible, she thought for only a second or two before answering, "Yeah, I think I would, if it was okay with you."
"Can I be there to watch?" he asked.
"Just watch?" she replied with a suggestive lilt.
"Not for very long!" he answered and turned his head to give her a kiss.
"So, would you screw Brenda?" Tina asked after the kiss. "I mean, she is sexy as hell, and she's not your real mom, either."
Bryce's mind scrambled for a way to reply to her question that wouldn't be some sort evasive non-answer or a lie that he'd regret later.
In a classic saved-by-the-bell moment, Brenda called out from the kitchen, "Bryce, honey! I'm home. Are you here?""Oh, shit!" Tina said as she hopped off the bed and started scrambling for her clothes.
"Jeez! It's been an hour?" Bryce said looking at his clock, but more in relief than panic. "When I said you were coming over, she said she'd leave us alone for an hour to ... you know, talk things out."
"Really?" Tina said as she pulled on her pants. "My folks would go through the roof if they came home and found us talking in my bedroom with the door closed. And they sure wouldn't have left to let us do it!"
"Yeah, I know," he said as he got off the bed and picked up his shorts. "I'm sure glad you didn't get their prude-gene." Again, he sang, "... I love you just the way you are."
Dressed, they went into the kitchen and Tina said, "Hi, Mrs. H," as the color came up in her cheeks a little, guessing that Brenda surely knew what they were doing while she was gone.
"Hi, kids," Brenda replied. "Are things okay between you two, now? I hope I gave you enough time to talk things out. I hated that you two had broken up. You seem so good together." To Tina, she added, "And you're such a sweetheart. I told Bryce he was a knucklehead if he didn't try to work things out with you."
"Thank you for that," Bryce replied, "I think we got some things out in the open that both of us had been ... well, maybe repressing, I guess. I think we're going to be okay." He hugged Tina close to his side, and added, "Don't you?"
She gave him a passionate kiss--something she would never do in front of her parents--and answered, "Oh, I think we're going to be a lot more than okay." Turning to Brenda, she said, "Thank you for giving us some alone-time to sort things out. We discovered some things about each other that we probably never would have talked about if we hadn't broken up in the first place."
Once again, a little color came up in her cheeks as she thought about what those things were. Like talking filthy; taking a hard cock down her throat; taking a finger up her ass and sticking one in Bryce's; sharing her boyfriend's cum--mixed with her own--with him; the idea of being watched by her boyfriend while she fucked another guy. She had to force herself to stop thinking about it all or her pussy was going to get wet, again.
"Well, I'm happy for you, sweetheart," Brenda said with a warm smile. "For both of you. Being open and honest with each other--and with yourselves--is key to a healthy relationship. That's how Mr. H. and I keep our love strong; no secrets, no lies, no regrets." She then gave the two of them each a hug.
Reluctantly, Tina had to leave to go home. She was already out far later than normal, but her parents had given her some leeway because she told them she was going over to try to work things out with Bryce. They really liked Bryce. He was a fine, polite boy whom they knew could be trusted not to lead their daughter astray. And she had told them that Bryce's stepmom would home. They had met Brenda and liked her very much. Brenda could be quite charming and seemed to know instinctively when to keep her open-minded side well hidden.
After a long kiss good-night at the door, Bryce came back into the kitchen, and Brenda said, "Well, you've obviously made up over the cheating thing; I'm happy for you. So, did you find out anything about Tina's sexual appetite? Aside from the fact that she apparently can't go two weeks without getting laid. Did you happen to get into your sexual appetite? Masturbating to Internet porn; having a spy-cam in your stepdad's bedroom; screwing your stepmom?"
He laughed, and said, "Actually, we had just gotten around to talking about me when you came home. Thank you for the interruption! I didn't want to lie to her, but I really hadn't figured out how I was going to explain all that, either."
Bryce then told her about getting Tina to talk openly--and in detail--about fucking Jack and the throat-poke blowjob that preceded it, and how that nasty narrative had gotten them both aroused. He told Brenda that he said to Tina that he'd liked to have seen it, and how Tina responded with a hot, explicit fantasy of getting fucked by some mystery guy while he watched. He told her about Tina's taking his cock all the way down her throat; taking a finger up her ass while he ate her pussy, and sticking her finger up his ass while he blew his load into her mouth. Then, how he had spanked her naked ass--at her own suggestion--and how they had fucked cowgirl and bareback ... first times for both.
Brenda chuckled, and said, "Well, I'd call that a successful make-up! And it sounds like my instincts about Tina being a lot like me were correct. Lucky you, if you think you can handle it."
"I think I probably can," he said. "While I was screwing her from behind, I told her I wished I had two cocks so I could fuck her from both ends at once, and she said that slut-girlfriends needed two cocks at once. That she called herself my slut-girlfriend was hot as hell!
"I asked her who she wanted the other guy to be, and she surprised the shit out of me by saying my dad! The thought of me fucking her cunt while he was shoving his cock in her mouth pushed me over the edge and I blew my load inside her pussy--which was my fourth orgasm of the night, by the way."
She smiled, and asked, "Is that a record for you?"
"Yeah, and it made my balls ache," he answered, "But damn, it felt good! I sucked it out of her pussy and we shared it, right after."
"Your dad's record is six, but we had started in the morning ... and it was our honeymoon," she replied. "But on with what you were saying ..."
"Yeah, so afterward, when we were cuddling," he continued, "she asked if saying that she would like to have sex with my father had grossed me out, and I told her I actually thought it would be hot to watch. She said, 'Just watch?' and I said, "Not for long!' Then she asked if I'd like to screw you, and that's when you hollered from the kitchen."
Brenda laughed, and said, "Saved by the bell!" She then asked, "So, could you tell from Tina's voice or anything if she was grossed out by the idea of you fucking your stepmother, or turned on by that perverted, taboo thought?"
"Oh, it actually sounded more like she was promoting the idea!" he answered. "She pointed out that you weren't my real mom, and said that you were sexy as hell."
"Well, if it's not the conclusion that you've already reached," Brenda said, "I'd have to say from what you've just told me that Tina is a full-fledged, sexaholic, slut-girlfriend; or at least she's willing to be. The question is how are the two of you going to move forward with this unconventional relationship?"
"Yeah, I don't know," he replied. "It's not like I'm going to go tell my buddies that it's okay to screw my girlfriend and then sit there beating off while they do it. That she is a sexaholic, as you put it, is one thing; making that public knowledge is another. Cripes! If her parents ever found out she'd be on the street!"
"Oh, there's ways of enjoying the nympho life in private and still being regarded as normal by the general public," Brenda said. "Heck, you didn't know I was a nymphomaniac, cock-hungry, slut-wife until you spied on me fucking Dick, and we live under the same roof."
"True," he said. "But now that my other head is back to thinking clearly, I have to wonder if all of Tina's professed sluttiness was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, and it's maybe just a fantasy that she's okay sharing with me, but nobody else. Maybe she'll wake up in the morning and be grossed out, herself, at the thought of having sex with my dad."
"She wouldn't be the first monogamous nympho who liked to pretend she was a slut in private, but who never wanted to come out of that closet in reality," Brenda agreed. "And that can be fun, too, by the way, so if that's where her head is, don't push her. But I'll tell you what," she went on, "you invite her over for dinner tomorrow or the next day--before your dad gets home--I'll cook something on the grill, we can eat out on the patio, and maybe swim and just get comfortable. Then I'll see if I can ease the conversation around toward sex, and we'll see where it leads."
***
It didn't take long the following night for the subject of sex to come up, but Brenda was surprised that it was Tina who initiated it.
Bryce was inside pouring beverages, leaving Brenda and Tina alone on the patio while Brenda was grilling the chicken and Tina put together salads.
Looking to make sure that Bryce wasn't on his way out, Tina said to Brenda in a low voice, "So, you can tell me it's none of my business, of course, but have you ever, um, you know, cheated on Mr. H?"
Brenda just stared at her for a moment, and Tina realized immediately that she had put her foot in her mouth. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have ..."
"It's okay," Brenda said, "I'm not offended by the question. Just a little surprised that you'd ask. But I'm happy you feel comfortable enough that you can. Bryce told me that cheating is what your break-up was over. I'm glad that you're back together, by the way. You two seem perfect for each other. Did you talk it all out? Is all forgiven?"
"Um, yeah," Tina said a bit embarrassed recalling the language she had used to talk it out. "We're okay, now."
"Good! I'm glad! And, in answer to your question," Brenda went on, "No, I've never cheated on Tom."
Brenda had to fight back a smile at the disappointed look on Tina's face. She was, no doubt, looking for some kind of comfort in knowing she wasn't alone in being unfaithful. That she wasn't the only one with low morals and weak willpower.
Brenda went on, "It's not cheating if your spouse lets you screw other guys."
Tina's mouth hung open for a moment then she said, "Seriously?"
"Well, that's only fair, isn't it," Brenda replied, "since I let him screw other women?"
"Are you teasing me?" Tina said, knowing Brenda's sense of humor.
"Honest to God, sweetheart," Brenda replied. "Some people call it an open marriage. Tom and I call it heaven on earth. Of course, I'm a shrink-certified nymphomaniac, and Tom knew that when he asked me to marry him."
"So, um, either of you can just go out and screw strangers whenever you want?" Tina asked, the concept both unbelievable--given her upbringing--and surprisingly exciting--given her recently-admitted sexual thirst.
"Rarely complete strangers," Brenda answered as she brushed barbeque sauce on the chicken. "That wouldn't be very safe on many levels. We belong to a sort of community of like-minded--open-minded--individuals and couples. Back in the day, we'd be called swingers; today we call it being in the lifestyle."
"So, it's like a club?" Tina asked.
"Well, we don't have t-shirts with Living The Lifestyle on the back, or anything," Brenda replied with a chuckle, "but I guess you could call it a club of sorts. Very informal, though."
"Informal as in clothing optional?" Tina said.
Brenda laughed, and said, "That too, sometimes." She was intrigued by Tina's apparent curiosity about the idea. Many people would be aghast.
"So, like how many people are in your community?" Tina asked.
"Back when my folks were wife-swapping it would have been a pretty small group. Just word-of-mouth or the occasional personal ad in the back of the paper brought people together. Today, with the Internet, there's thousands of us connected. Tom and I have taken vacations where we did some online research ahead of time, and ended up invited to the house of a local couple hosting a lifestyle party with half a dozen other couples and a few singles."
"Your mom and dad wife-swapped?" Tina said in astonishment. "And you knew about it?"
"Not when I was young," Brenda said as she moved the chicken to the low heat. "They were pretty discreet. It wasn't until after I was eighteen and they came home and found me giving my boyfriend a blowjob on the living room couch that it all came out."
Tina wondered if her parents could possibly be closet swappers. She quickly dismissed the idea as being inconceivable. Her mother didn't own a dress that showed cleavage.
"So, did you join their group afterward?" Tina asked.
"Nope. They were just into couple-swapping and incest was strictly verboten," Brenda answered. "But it did take away the need for them or me to sneak around. I remember banging my boyfriend in my bedroom listening to them banging their friends just down the hall in their bedroom."
"Wow!" Tina said, now sure that Brenda knew what she and Bryce had been doing when she came home the night before. Then it occurred to her that she probably had left to give them a place to do it; to make up properly.
An image of Brenda silently cracking Bryce's door open and watching her ride her boyfriend's stiff cock in a cowgirl position flicked into Tina's head, and the combination of remembering the reality of sitting in his lap with his bare-back boner buried deeper in her cunt than ever before, and of the fantasy image of Brenda staring at her naked ass--with her hand pushed down the front of her shorts--made her swallow hard as her pussy tingled and wept a drop of cunt-dew into her bathing suit.
Brenda looked at Tina, and said, "I'm a little surprised that you're as comfortable as you seem to be with this line of conversation. Surprised, but happy at the same time. You're apparently quite open-minded about sex; that's a very good thing in a strong, loving relationship. I think you're probably a lot like me in that regard."
"So, um, how many guys have you, you know, done it with?" Tina asked.
"You mean different guys? In my life?" Brenda said, "I honestly have no idea. Certainly in the hundreds. If you mean since I married Tom, probably not more than a dozen, maybe only ten." She chuckled, and added, "I've settled down a bit in my old age."
Just then, Bryce came out to the patio with a tray of drinks, and said, "Can I get my chicken to go, mom? Danny just called me and his car broke down on the freeway on his way to the airport. I need to go rescue him and get him to the terminal, then go back and hang around until a tow truck shows up." He looked at Tina, and added, "I can drive you home on my way, if you want, or you can stay here and hang out until I get back, but it might be a couple hours."
Brenda turned to Tina, and with a hidden wink, said, "Please, stay. I've been enjoying our conversation. And the chicken is just ready to come off the grill."
Brenda went to the front door with Bryce, and asked quietly, "So, is this your way of taking off to leave us alone, or did Danny really call?"
"For reals," Bryce answered. "Weird, huh? I couldn't have made up anything better. I'll text Tina when I'm on the way back."
She gave him a quick kiss, and said with a grin, "Don't hurry on our account! The conversation is just getting good."
After Bryce left, the two women sat down at adjacent sides of the patio table with their salad, chicken, and drinks.
"So, how about you?" Brenda asked around a bite of cucumber. "How many guys have you done it with? Is there a little nympho in you, too?"
"Just Bryce and the guy I cheated with; his name is Jack," Tina answered, surprised at how comfortable she felt talking to Brenda about such intimate things. "Bryce, a bunch of times, but Jack just once. So, I don't know; does that make me a nympho?"
"Would you want to screw Jack again?" Brenda asked.
"God, no!" Tina answered. "Not Jack!"
"But somebody else, perhaps?" Brenda said, amused that the young girl was apparently leaving the infidelity-door open, just limiting access to who could enter.
"I, um, yeah, I think I would," Tina replied, and then quickly added, "But only if Bryce said it was okay! I don't ever want to cheat on him, again. I felt awful about that."
"And do you think he would say it was okay? That takes a hell of a self-confident man. His stepdad can handle me screwing other guys, but not too many men can do that."
"He, um, he kind of said he'd like to watch me screw somebody else," Tina answered.
"Well, isn't he a chip off the old block," Brenda chuckled. "So, with Jack off the table, did you have anyone else in mind for your first permission-granted exhibitionist fuck?" From her conversation with Bryce, Brenda knew that Tom's name had come up in that regard, and she was curious to see if Tina had the courage of her nympho convictions to say so. She had thrown the word fuck into the dialogue for the first time to try to break the ice through to another level of intimacy and trust ... and nastiness.
Tina looked at Brenda for a long moment as she chewed and swallowed her chicken. Finally, she answered, "Okay, this is going to get really weird, really fast, but ... well, Bryce's dad ... his step-dad, that is."
"My husband?" Brenda responded in make-believe shock and anger. "You want to fuck my husband you horny little minx?"
Tina just blinked, trying to think of how to reply to her obvious gaff.
Brenda then broke into a wide smile, and said, "I love it! And Tom would love it even more! He's told me more than once how sexy he thinks you are. Have you mentioned this to Bryce?"
"That was mean!" Tina said with a relieved laugh. "You had me going. And yes, I did mention it to Bryce. He said he'd like to be there and watch. I said, just watch, and he said, not for long. That was about when you came home."
Brenda laughed, and said, "Well, considering Bryce and Tom don't share any DNA, that apple sure didn't fall far from the tree." She leaned forward in her chair, and added, "So, here you are with permission from your boyfriend to fuck his stepdad while he watches and joins in, and neither of them is anywhere to be found. What is a horny girl to do?" She then leaned on her elbows, looked Tina in the eyes, and asked, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"