Monica, David, and Karly the cougar are back. Thanks for your patience.
I'm putting this one back into the Erotic Couplings category, despite the Mature and Group Sex bits. Most of the sex is one-on-one.
As usual, I thank you for taking the time to read my scribblings, and ask only that you cast a vote when you finish, and send me some feedback for future consideration.
I hope you enjoy it.
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I was now officially the man of the Pudzianowski household, and had been so for a little over a year now. Even though I didn't share a name with either of the ladies....yet.... they made it abundantly clear that I was part of the family. Some families are closer than others, and this one was very, very close.
My days and nights were filled with Monica, or Karly....often with both on the same day, if not actually the same time, although that took place quite frequently as well. It was all any young man could want, or handle, for that matter.
In Monica, I had a stunningly beautiful girlfriend my own age. We were in love, so besides her incredible body and willingness to satisfy my every sexual need, she also took care of my emotional side. I just really liked being around her, and enjoyed cuddling with her in bed, after sex, almost as much as exploring her body during the act. Almost.
Then there was Karly, my insatiable MILF, possible future mother-in-law, and lover of my adolescent dreams. Every young guy wishes for a sexy, mature woman to show him the pleasures of the fairer sex, preferably one built like a brick battleship. Karly qualified in spades, and she still surprised me from time to time despite the fact that we'd slept together a hundred times. Between the two of them, all my fantasies were coming to fruition.
Things were about to change, however, and as usual, I would be the last to know. Thinking back, I was witness to the beginning of the change, but didn't have a clue what I was watching at the time.
Monica and I were getting along swimmingly, falling deeper in love every day. It was actually Karly who first brought up the potential of marriage, citing her opinion that Monica couldn't ask for better husband material. She winked at me as she said it, so I took it with a grain of salt, pretty sure her opinion was based on the size of my dick, and what it frequently did to her pussy, and occasionally, her ass. Still, a useful testimonial no matter what the reason. She also made it clear that marrying her daughter wouldn't alter our relationship one bit....she wasn't going to come on the honeymoon, but she would be waiting for me, legs spread in anticipation, as soon as we returned. Then she told her daughter not to dally, or she'd take me for her own.
Anyway, I began to notice an increase in whispered conversations between mother and daughter....conversations that stopped short when I entered the room. When queried, I got the same answer from both of them : "just girl talk", and that would be the extent of the explanation. Under normal circumstances, I would have been wise to be concerned, but these circumstances were hardly normal. I chose to believe they were planning a surprise for me.
I could have pressed for more information, but they both had this way of avoiding subjects they didn't wish to discuss. I jokingly called it 'misdirection through sex', and it worked pretty much the way it sounds. After a blowjob, or an hour of frenzied fucking, I rarely remembered the question I wanted to ask. It was an obvious tactic, but very effective.
I knew the two of them were cooking something up....something involving me, but since they were being so tight lipped and evasive, I gave up trying to figure it out. I figured I would find out soon enough.
I believe that I mentioned before about reading an article that women who live together, and their cycles coming into synchronization. I can now say that it's true, because that's what happened at the Pudzianowski house. It was my monthly, four day respite.
Don't get me wrong. I was living the dream....sharing the beds of two beautiful, voluptuous, highly sexed women....and I knew it. Sex was available every day, from both of them, often multiple times. What red blooded young man wouldn't give his eye teeth to be in this situation?
Still, a bit of rest every once in a while was a good thing, and even though both ladies offered me the use of their ass, mouth or tits to fuck, I usually took advantage of their downtime to get a little of my own.
Of course, some women are extra horny during their period, and Karly was a member of that sorority, so even though I tried to rest, it didn't mean I was always successful. She liked to wake me with her lips dancing along my cock, and during her period, her mouth was extra expressive, providing the most exquisitely pleasurable blowjob any man had ever received.
Both of them seemed to want to make up for lost time after they finished, and the days after were always more strenuous for me. That was the pattern of life with these two.
So, when the pattern was altered, I should have noticed, shouldn't I?
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I was just coming off my monthly 'vacation', and expecting to be met by a wave of horny Pudzianowski women. Instead, I was left alone. Not shunned, by any means. Both of them were every bit as loving and cuddly as ever, and I was beset by kissing lips and soft breasts pressing in from all sides. Just no sex. No morning blowjobs from Karly, either. It took a few days for me to notice that my vacation had been extended.
By the time the count reached ten days, I had a case of blue balls that was almost painful. I was nearly ready to take things into my own hands, when Karly came to my rescue.
I was leaning against the sun room door jamb, watching her exercise. Monica was at school, and I was bored, and horny, so watching her was like watching live porn. She was dressed, in that yellow leotard of hers, but underwear was optional, and on this day, she had opted for none. That meant she may as well have been naked, jiggling around the sun room, working up a sweat. What I was working up was a lather.
"You know....you could join me," she smiled, dabbing her chest with a towel. The sweat had rendered the leotard transparent, and my eyes were drawn to her nipples. "A workout might help you relax."
"I agree," I grumbled, "but this isn't the kind of workout I had in mind. It's been far too long since......"
"Poor baby," she interrupted, stepping closer. Her eyes sparkled at me, and she craned up for a kiss. "Follow me."
Karly was sympathetic, and horny after her workout, so she and I made a beeline for her bedroom. Clothing flew in all directions. Desperation and need was in the air. I was just about to plough her ass from behind when she rolled submissively onto her back, and offered her juicy pussy for my use. I didn't really care which opening she wanted it in, as long as I got laid, so I slipped into her cunt, and started to fuck her hard.
"Easy, easy honey," she whispered, stroking my hair. "I know it's been a few days, and I'm sorry about that, but I'd really like it gently, okay? I'm feeling a little emotional, and want to feel safe in your strong arms."
Okay,
I thought.
I can do gentle, if that makes her happy.
I slowed my pace, and Karly's legs wrapped snug around my waist, holding me close. We kissed, cuddled, and caressed each other lovingly, my desperation melting away as the pleasure of her body took over. We went from fucking, to making love, and to be honest, it wasn't a big leap for me.
While I was
in
love with Monica, I loved Karly too. I knew we were never going to have a 'normal' relationship, especially once I married her daughter. There would be no 'mother-in-law jokes', unless they were recounting occasions like this one, and we'd always have a unique physical relationship.
I was stroking into her buttery snatch with long, slow thrusts. The sensation of her pussy rippling around my shaft was incredible, and it wasn't until I experienced it again that I realized how much I missed it.
She began to shudder in my arms, and gasped as she had a first, gentle orgasm. When her eyes opened again, she smiled.
"Ooooo, yes honey, that gets the ball rolling," she whispered. "You know how I like it, don't you? Do me, honey. Do me good."
I had been between her legs often enough to know what she meant. Karly was well beyond multi-orgasmic, and could build on each climax, making successive ones more pleasurable for her, and more frequent. In the end, she would have them like popcorn, and I was thrilled to be able to do it for her.
I set about my task, and was soon rewarded with a second orgasm from her. Fifteen minutes of gradually increasing intensity later, I was drilling her furiously, watching her big tits wobble uncontrollably on her chest, and she was screaming through number six. Or Seven. I lost count. The only thing I knew with absolute certainty was that I was going to cum.
"I hope you can hold your breath, baby, 'cause I'm gonna drown you!" I grunted, planning to pull out and let it fly all over her. Her legs clamped around my hips, and she grabbed my ass with both hands.
"NO!" she screamed. "Inside! I want it inside! Fill my cunt with your hot cum!"
