The phone line went dead as Courtney hung up to go and get the guest room ready for her baby sister. I guess this is a good time to get on with the backstories and descriptions of everyone. I'll start with Courtney. Courtney and I had been together the last 7 years, married for two. She was a 27 year old nurse who could make a pair of scrubs look as sexy as lingerie. She was about 5'4" tall. She had been in gymnastics in high school, and when we met, she still had that slender frame. She had put on a little bit of weight the last couple years. With her schedule, it could be hard to maintain a gym routine. She was still gorgeous. Luckily, most of the pounds she added went to her ass and her tits. She'd had a great rear before, but now it was much fuller, and there weren't many pairs of panties that her cheeks couldn't swallow. She also rocked a killer set of D-cups with very little sag, and she was no stranger to letting the girls out to breathe and showing some cleavage. She was a little thicker in the middle, but she carried it well, and I doubt there was anyone who would hold it against her. She had these piecing blue eyes and raven hair that went great with her pale complexion.
Next we'll move on to me. I'm Jake. I, at the time of this story, was a 30-year-old software developer trying to work my way up the chain of command at a large manufacturing corporation. I was about 5'10" and about 205 lbs. I was never the athletic type, but while I was working on my degree, I found that running was a great way to burn off some of the anxiety that used to plague me. It also turned me from the pudgy, out of shape nerd, into a nerd with a much more desirable body. I didn't have rippling muscles or a 6-pack, but I was in pretty good shape. I'd picked up some confidence with my new physique, which was exactly what I needed to woo Courtney into a date when I was introduced by my roommate, who was trying to nail Courtney's roommate and needed a wingman. We've been together ever since. We moved in together about four years ago.
Lastly, there's Lacy, Courtney's 19 year old sister.. I hadn't seen her since she left for college last fall. There were some similarities between Courtney and Lacy, but not many. They both shared their striking blue eyes, and both girls had a similar frame. But Lacy was an inch or so taller than her sister, and her hair was a dirty blonde color. The sisters had the same porcelain skin tone though. Lacy hadn't really been fit. Just a skinny, gangly teenager who had always preferred to wear baggy pants and hoodies then anything remotely form fitting.
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As I got closer to my house, my phone dinged with a text notification:
Courtney - > Hey, Lacy and I are gonna head out for a while tonight. Enjoy your empty house, Luv u
Well, I guess the whole weekend wouldn't be ruined. When I got home, there was a note on the table from Courtney saying she'd bought me some beer, and she hoped I had a good night. There was also mention of making sure I stayed awake so she could be sure to "make it up to me". I grabbed my booze and booted up my computer. I messaged some friends, and before long, I was a few beers deep, an getting my ass kicked by the AI on Ready or Not. At 11, I'd decided I had had enough of the jerks on Brisa Cove and headed to bed. To say I was tipsy would be an understatement. The more BS deaths I had on my game, the more time I had to drink. The more I had to drink, the more deaths I had. It was a vicious cycle. So, I made my way to my bed on wobbly legs.
As I got undressed, I heard the front door pop open, and the sounds of two girls giggling, followed by the loud shushes that drunk people are sure no one else will hear. A few minutes later, Courtney burst through the bedroom door. As she closed the door behind her, her piercing eyes locked on to me. She was wearing a shimmering purple top that showed off her bust. A thin string that looped around her neck kept the shirt covering her body. Skin tight black jeans clung to her legs. She looked amazing. Without breaking eye contact, she reached behind her neck and pulled the strap over her head. As she dropped her top, her full chest came into view. Two proud D cup breasts topped with pepperoni areola and small 1/4 inch nipples. As she shimmied her shirt down, she unsnapped her jeans and dropped those to the floor as well.
She stood before me, naked except for a pair of sparkling purple panties that matched the top she was wearing. She quickly made her way over to me. By now, my cock had woken, and was quickly starting to stiffen. Wordlessly, she grabbed the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down. Within a second of my dick making it's appearance, it disappeared again, this time into her waiting mouth.
Normally, she prefaced oral by some foreplay, but she wasn't fucking around tonight as she devoured my prick. While her mouth bobbed expertly on my dick, her hand groped my shaft as she pumped and twisted her wrist. This was the most aggressive blow job I had ever had, and it didn't take long for my toes to start to curl.
"Courtney!" I gasped. "You're gonna make me c-"
Before I could even finish that sentence she relaxed her throat and took me all the way to the hilt. I erupted instantly. Spurt after spurt, she lopped it all up. Not a single drop escaped her lips. As I came down from my euphoria, I noticed I had a death grip on the sheets. She grinned up at me mischievously as she licked her lips.
"Holy shit Courtney" I let out, panting between words.
Without speaking, she crawled up my body. Across my waist, my stomach, and chest. She positioned her crotch above my face. She looked down at me as grabbed the gusset of her panties and pulled them roughly to the side. She quickly lowered her waxed pussy to my face, and I took the opportunity to hungrily lap up every bit of her sex. She was already soaking wet. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy as she ground her crotch on my face. My hands roamed her body. One hand found purchase on her bubbly rear end the other cupped her perfect tit. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger while I probed her cunt with my tongue.
Courtney began moaning. Softly at first, but the more I worked on her, the less reserved she became. Her excitement was getting me going. I flipped her from riding my face and tossed her down on the bed in front of me. I reached down and ripped her flimsy panties and got them out of my way. I dove back between her legs and plunged a finger into her pussy while I began assaulting her clit with my tongue. I curled my finger up, grazing the rough patch of flesh on the inside of my writhing spouse.
"Oh fuck!" Courtney yelled as her legs clamped around my head like a vice. Her body started to convulse and she dug her nails into my scalp, pulling my tongue deeper into her pussy. I continued my attack on her pussy. Her legs continued to shake and her head rolled back, moans still escaping her lips. I looked down on her twitching body. Her chest was heaving, and her eyes were closed. The remnants of her panties still clinging to the side of her otherwise nude body. Looking down on her is when I realized I was once again hard. Painfully so. Without giving Courtney much time to recover, I drug the fat head of my cock through the natural lube leaking from her pussy. After a quick pass, I lined myself up with her whole and buried myself in her folds.
I began with a punishing pace, ramming my hips into her pelvis, only to withdraw, and do the same over and over again. My hands gripped her hips tightly, and I used her as leverage to make sure she got every single inch I had to offer. With each of my thrusts, her tits bounced forward and back. It didn't take long at this pace before I felt Courtney's legs wrap tightly around my waist. One of her hands shot out and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper, the other moved as quick as lightning down to her clit. She began rubbing her clit counter-clockwise at a fever pace.
