He'd made sure to swing her around in wild gyrations on the dance floor too, so her skirt would fly up around her and everyone would see her cute little ass and bald crotch. In slow dances, he'd kept his hand on her ass, pushing up her short skirt to cup her naked buttocks.
He'd taken her to the park once when she'd worn a little zip up denim dress. The zipper ran from the hem to the neckline. He'd lain her back on the grass in a fairly secluded area, then pulled the zipper down all the way, opening the dress completely. Of course, she wasn't wearing anything else.
He'd unzipped and fucked her right there in the grass. There'd been people all over, but nobody closer than fifty feet or so. He didn't think anyone saw.
He'd taken his Mom, wearing a tiny sweater dress, to a friend's apartment. Once inside, they'd gone up to another floor and gotten off. The building had three wings, like a Y. He'd stopped her in the center of the floor, where the three wings intersected, and drawn her sweater up over her head, leaving her naked.
He pushed her down on her hands and knees, unzipped his pants, drew his cock out, and plugged her right there. He'd ridden her for a good five minutes before dumping his load. He was having the time of his life, and didn't want it to ever end.
One afternoon, about a week after the big party, he was sitting in the living room watching TV. Paige was sitting sideways in his lap, naked of course. Her right arm was around his shoulders as he absently toyed with her body.
He had two fingers in her cunt and was sliding them slowly in and out, enjoying the tight wetness against his fingers. Her legs were spread wide and her body was trembling as he kept bringing her up to the peak, and then backing off.
The doorbell rang, and Paige had had to scurry away to her room. His mom answered it and Phil came in, smiling strangely at her.
"Hi Mrs Edwards." he grinned.
"Hello Phil. How are you?"
"Oh fine, fine." Phil came in and sat beside Jeff, looking back at his Mom as she went back to the kitchen.
"What you doin' man?" Phil asked.
"Nothin', just watching TV."
"Yeah." Phil shifted uncomfortably.
"Hey, that was some party, Jeff."
"Yeah, wasn't it though."
"You gonna have another one soon?"
"Ahh, I don't think so."
"Too bad." They watched TV for a few minutes, then Phil turned to him again.
"Hey, you know how everyone used to think Andy was a dyke?" Andy was Andrea Delaney, Phil's girlfriend.
"Yeah?"
"Well, it turns out they were half right, man."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, see… she likes girls too. She likes guys better, but she likes girls, you know, she's… like… bisexual."
"What do you think of that?" Jeff asked.
"Kind of turns me on, you know, thinking of her with another girl, like at the party, with those two girls? I'd like to see that."
"I bet."
"I was kind of wondering if one of them might be… like… available."
"I don't own them Phil. You can't borrow them like my car or something."
"Well, I was just thinking… if they were, like… bi too, they might like to, you know?"
"I doubt it. They don't want anyone to know who they are." Phil nodded.
"I would never tell anyone man. I haven't told anyone about Andy either."
"You told me."
"Yeah, well, you're different. You'd never tell anyone."
"No, not me."
"You could tell the girls I wouldn't tell anyone about them."
"I don't think they'd want to trust that." Phil looked at him strangely.
"I haven't told anyone so far."
"What do you mean?"
"Well… see… I wasn't really that drunk, you know? I wasn't really out cold when Joey took off their masks." They stared at each other.
"I wouldn't tell anyone man." Phil insisted, hands up before him.
"What do you mean?" Jeff acted confused.
"I know who they were, man!" Phil insisted.
"Yeah, who were they?" Phil looked around him, then turned back to Jeff.
"Well, for one thing, one of them is in the kitchen. I guess the other one is upstairs somewhere." Jeff's eyes narrowed.
"I mean it man. I'd never tell anyone." Phil shrugged, and grinned.
"Hey, I can understand… I mean, shit, look at them. Those are two very hot looking foxes. I think you're the luckiest bastard around."
"Maybe." Jeff was noncommittal.
"I'm surprised you weren't too exhausted to play in the last game." Phil grinned. Jeff smiled slowly. "Yeah, it's kind of tiring sometimes."
"Yeah, well, I'd be glad to help, man."
"I think I can manage by myself."
"Hey, I was thinking, like, how about a little get together, you know, me and you, with Andy and, uh, Paige, say, or whatever." It was awkward for him to even mention Jeff's mother, even though he'd unknowingly fucked her in the asshole already.
"I don't know."
"I'm sure they'd go for it." Phil exhorted.
"Probably."
"You wouldn't mind me getting a taste of Andy?"
"Not if I could get a couple of tastes myself."
"Andy and Allyson would look good together." Jeff mused.
"Ally… oh, you mean your Mom." His face reddened a little.
"You really think they'd go for it?" he swallowed.
"They'll do whatever I tell them to Phil." he boasted.
"They're both nymphos."
"Yeah, I, like figured."
There were footsteps on the stairs as Paige, tired of waiting around, came back downstairs. She was dressed in jeans and a thin armless t-shirt.
"Speaking of which…" Jeff grinned.
"Paige, c'mere a minute." he called to her. She wandered over, smiling politely at Phil.
Jeff and he both rose and stood in front of her. She looked up, her head swivelling from one to the other, curiously. Jeff turned to Phil and grinned.
"Go ahead," he offered. "Do whatever you want."
"Right here?"
"Sure."
Paige looked at them warily. As Phil's hands rose to her, she backed away, but Jeff grabbed her arm and held her firmly. Phil's hand cupped her right breast, gently at first, as if afraid she'd scream or something, then with more confidence and authority. He squeezed her braless tit through the whisper thin fabric of the little t-shirt.
"Jeeeeeeffffff." she complained.
"Just shut up." he told her.
"I already fucked you anyway Paige." Phil grinned. Her skin reddened and her eyes went wide. She looked at Jeff questioningly. "You let your mask come off, so don't look at me." he shrugged.
Phil's hand slid down over her stomach to her jeans, then slid down to cup her crotch firmly, very firmly. She winced at the pressure on her puffy little cuntmound.
He unsnapped her jeans, then slid the zipper down. With her pants open, he shoved down on the waistband, pushing them over her hips so they slid down around her ankles. She wasn't wearing any panties and her bald little crack stared out at the two.
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" Phil sighed.
Paige stood there uncomfortably, her skin flushed with embarrassment as they looked down at her crotch. Phil rubbed his hand back and forth over her pussy mound and lower belly, then pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Jeff pulled her forward out of her jeans so she was standing completely unclothed for them.
"She's the hottest little nympho you'll ever fuck." Jeff grinned at his friend.
"She likes it up the asshole too."
Paige shivered slightly, and squirmed under the close examination. Fucking all those guys from behind a mask had been a kind of vicarious sexual dream. Now revealed naked for a guy she hardly knew, she suddenly became shy and embarrassed, especially with the way her brother was talking about her.
Jeff turned her around so Phil could see her pretty little ass. He stoked his hand over it lightly.
"This is the tightest little ass I've ever seen." he said.