"Welcome home," delightful, but not quite what I expected, coming in from the cold in mid-winter: Kat Prutz, buck naked, holding the door open to let me in. Big grin on her face: "Hurry up, I am freezing my tits off!"
"What's going on?" Her response is a hungry kiss square on the lips. Over the years I've gotten used to her shenanigans, but she's not joking about the tits: rock hard puppies sitting on an athletic frame. Dime sized nipples pointing skywards on puckered areolas. I lean down putting one in my mouth for a nibble. Cupping the other breast in my cold hand has her jumping back with a delightful laugh.
Many moons ago, when the kids were little, Kat was a timid teenage babysitter, supplied by the neighborhood message board. She was dependable, always with an easy giggle, and the kids loved her. The role developed to include dog walking and house sitting as well, before taking a surprising turn.
One day she walked in on us in bed: my wife sitting on my face, indulging me in her amazing womanhood: juices flowing as she crescendoed into an orgasm. I am unsure how long we had our audience, but she gave herself away with a yelp as my wife bucked on top of me in one of her delightful consummation of all sensations. My beautiful wife, having been her confidant for a while, invited Kat into our bed, and also became her sexual mentor that day.
My wife's superpower is a complete lack of sexual inhibitions, and the 18 year old was a delightful and very willing student from the start. She later confided it was not the first time she witnessed our bedroom activity, and she had been willing us to discover her for some time. What might have started out as naughty rebellion against a repressive upbringing quickly grew into a joyous celebration of her sexual liberation. Always curious, Kat quickly became a skilled and adventurous partner. The two women remain most intimate to this day.
As she headed off to college Kat kept our house key. Ostensibly for odd jobs we needed done when she came home for breaks, but our sexual explorations continued, if and when she requested, from one or both of us. Now, a few years after starting her career as a nurse back here in her home town. We see less of her as she's branching out on her own, but she knows she's always welcome in our home, and our bed.
She tears the winter coat off me and throws it on the floor with a wicked smile: "I've got something for you."
"You sure do," I pull her towards me. Kissing her face, I hold her chin softly before moving my hand over her forehead, stroking her hair back, inhaling the lush scent at the root of her hair as I pull her close and move my hand down her spine.
She clings to me as I cup her pert little butt. Tightening her muscles as I move my hand across the crack. Pushing a finger between her skinny cheeks, she jumps as I press the tight rear door with my index finger. She gives me a wicked wink: "Not here. In your room." Taking my hand, she leads me upstairs with a giggle.
We stop outside the bedroom door. She takes a deep, almost ceremonial breath in her naked splendor, grabs my arm with a glorious smile and walks me through the door.
"Ta da!" making a game-show style presentation to the audience. And what an audience: A giggling field of beautiful girls are laid out across the bed in front of us: resting on their elbows - tits swinging off the front, asses lofted behind bright smiling faces. Their feet, looking like bunny ears from where I am standing, fluttering in the air at the back.
There is something to be said about young girls: the beauty, the energy, the curiosity... Kat holds their attention as she draws closer to me, starting to unbutton my shirt. Whispering in my ear: "I got them all together. For you." She playfully grabs at my chest under the shirt, turning back to our audience: "Ellie! Brianna! Are you still sure you are up for this?"
I don't immediately recognize the two beautiful, wide grinning girls getting off the bed from opposite sides. As they approach us by the door, Kat looks back towards the girls remaining on the bed and smiles: "We promised them cock like they have never seen, didn't we girls?"
The enthusiastic response suggests the rest of them have all enjoyed my manhood. I haven't done a lot of comparison shopping, but understand that the meat pressing against the fabric of my jeans is satisfying to the most discerning and cock craving women, my wife first among them.
Brianna and Ellie are "new" to me. I have seen them around, but never learned to know them intimately. They are a year behind Emily, my daughter, in school, making them local high school seniors. "Don't worry Mark. We checked their IDs, and they have both turned 18!" Kat smiles her easy smile and kisses my feigned anxiety away.
Ellie sure does not look it. She is lithe, not even 5 feet tall, but strong. Plays field hockey if memory serves me. I never understood the sport, but being part of the booster club, it's impossible not catching a glimpse of the girls running around with clubs, in short short skirts on the athletic field. Other than her pocket size and her hair, much longer and tied in a high ponytail, she's like a miniature Kat: Every muscle defined, a sharp ass, not entirely flat chested, but my God, unless she hits a late late growth spurt her breasts will never need support.
She approaches quite timidly. With sibling like empathy, Kat steps towards her, leans forward, kissing her softly on the forehead, she pulls her close in a generous embrace.
The two girls pairing up in giggly whispers, cuddles on my right, as Brianna strides more confidently in my direction from the other side of the bed. Pushing her pert breasts breasts together as if modeling them. They are gorgeous, grapefruit sized, sitting firm and round, high on her chest: areolas a little bigger than quarters, with stiff pinkish snow pea-size nipples invitingly pointing towards me.
I remember seeing her around the house, part of Em's friend-group: tall, athletic, lively. Hair always pulled up, a constant smile on her face, always in the thick of things, unafraid, with a "go get them" attitude.
