Certainly, she was equable enough about it. She didn't just want me to lick her or rub her to orgasm, though I did usually. Sometimes she just wanted to lay me back on the bed and suck me until I almost lost consciousness. There was something very sexy about looking into her beautiful emerald eyes as she extended her tongue into me.
That's what she was doing. She'd sent Phil and Minni out on a mission to a mid-city market for a particular kind of ham that everyone seemed to enjoy more than those more easily available. The boys had gone to an afternoon movie.
Almost as soon as they'd left, she'd dropped the robe she'd been wearing to a pile around her feet, posing for me totally naked. She had a wonderful body that cried for attention even when that wasn't her intention at all. Her clit peeped out from between her labia and her nipples stood long and hard from her breasts when she was excited.
Brooking no argument, she'd walked to me and lifted my tee-shirt over my head without comment. Then she'd unzipped my cutoffs – borrowed from Minni – and pushed them to the floor.
She was somewhat strange in always wanting to make love in the bedroom, on the bed. No one else seemed to have this particular restriction on their love lives since I'd made love with someone in every room of the house, the car, and the backyard. She led me to the bedroom and placed me, like a princess, in the nest of soft pillows she made of her bed.
After kissing me for quite a while, she sucked on my nipples as I used my hands to massage her full breasts. Then she rocked back into the position she was in now, her bottom up in the air, her face between my legs, her tongue extended to my clit, and her eyes watching me intently for every feeling, movement, or reaction.
Of course, it felt wonderful as she did it to me and I was coming closer and closer to my orgasm. I wouldn't rate her with the others. They were all different and great.
Minni licked with more exuberance, wanting more of my attention to her needs. Billy now wanted to fuck more than anything else and didn't seem to care particularly whether I had an orgasm or not; I had ensured mine came first since the one time he'd left me incomplete. Marshall enjoyed the play, as if it were a new game of some sort, and would stay with whatever he was doing until I told him to stop. Phil filled me completely, lovingly, and slowly, ensuring I came with his ministrations before satisfying himself with a few following strokes.
In Molly's lovemaking, I felt more as if she were purposely sinning and knowing that at any moment she was going to get caught. She looked into my eyes as she began licking my clit broadly, pulling heavy moans out of me. Since my foot was trapped between her knees, I guided my toes to her pussy and was playing with it. Her bottom was bounding slowly on my toes as she continued licking and sucking me.
I thought that I heard a door close in the house but dismissed it, thinking it must be a neighbor's. I couldn't draw myself from what was being done to me, anyway. I was having trouble focusing my eyes but I still saw him when he came to the door, his mouth open to speak. But he didn't as he looked at us. I was afraid of his reaction but, as I wondered if I should push her away, Phil came into the room further and his shock turned to an evil smile.
He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt quickly. Then, looking at me, he pulled his pants down and off. He was hard and standing out from his body straight. It took a perspective like looking at him across the room to appreciate his size. Up close, it took on too many meanings and feelings to be noticeable in simple dimensions.
He was silent as he walked to the foot of the bed, his cock in his hand, slowly moving up and down its length, and looking at Molly's spread legs with my toes between them. She was hunching her middle into my foot as she continued to lick and suck me, her eyes now tightly closed.
Phil put his finger to his lips to silence me and slowly lowered one knee to the foot of the bed. Equally slowly, his other knee came up as he balanced himself with the hand that wasn't at his cock. I could see his intention and only wondered at her reaction to it.
I moved my foot out from between her legs and her eyes came open, looking into mine with concern. She didn't stop licking me as she stared at me and I smiled. But I could see that she was about to stop and ask me what the problem was. That was when Phil pressed himself behind her and into her pussy.
It was obvious that in the first flush she thought I'd returned my foot to its earlier position. But then she realized it was too big and pressing too far into her. Panic in her eyes, she lifted away from me and looked over her shoulder.
"Phil!" she almost screamed as she caught sight of him. He roughly pushed himself the rest of the way into her, grabbing her hips with both hands. "Ah!" she said, feeling him deep inside her.
"Sucking Sue off, huh! Is that why you wanted us to leave?" he said. He frowned when she was looking at him but, when she turned to me as if for help, he grinned broadly at me. He wasn't going to let her off easy.
"No!" she moaned.
"And I'm kinky and strange when I want to fuck in the car or my own living room." He sounded mad but his face belied the fact.
"No, Phil!" she moaned again. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed hard back into her.
"Come here, bitch." He put his arms around her middle, holding her on his pistoning cock and laying down on his side. His legs were still between hers and now spread wide, spreading her still wider, almost painfully. I could see him buried to the hilt in her pussy.
"Oh Phil!" she moaned again, more with pleasure than shock or pain or worry.
"Sue," Phil said. "Get over here!" He indicated how he wanted me with one hand. Smiling completely now. "Now bitch. You finish what you started." He'd indicated that I should put my pussy back before her mouth and now pressed her forward to me.
I'd turned sideways, watching them fuck, so that now my face was only inches away from where his long cock moved in and out of her. I licked my dry lips and looked over her hip at him. He nodded to me.
"I'm not good enough for you!" he hissed playfully. "Then we'll see if both of us can satisfy you."
"No," she moaned softly between my spread legs, her head resting on the inside of my thigh. I could smell her musky smells strongly from so nearby and could feel her breath on my wet pussy lips. His hand cupped her breast and misshaped it in a way I hoped didn't hurt too badly and she opened her mouth wide. As she did, Phil pulled my ass toward them roughly, covering her open mouth.
Immediately her lips began working on my pussy, the breath pulsing out of her nose further between my legs. I couldn't stand it any more. I buried my mouth in her clit, licking her fluids and his cock when it came out at one extent of his stroke.
I reached between both their legs with both hands and pulled his butt into her and her into me.
My arms' work regularized his movements in and out of her and, I hoped, added to both their enjoyment of the moment. She went off unbelievably between us, unable to stay even a little still in his penetration and my ravenous eating of her clit.
I felt her screaming wildly into the muffling cover of my orgasming cunt. When he pulled out of her the next time, he was covered with the white of their combined come. Then he pressed back into her and I thought I could feel him cascading into her again and again. Finally my orgasm passed and, I thought, theirs did as well. I rolled onto my back away from them and listened.
"My little cunt," Phil said rather meanly, I thought. "Any time you deny me, whether in the kitchen or the middle of the living room or the backyard or even Chez Bon (I recognized the name of the french restaurant they liked), I will remind you of this minute. When I say 'now,' I want you to say 'yes.' Just that. When I tell you how, you'll say that that's perfect and you'd like that. Understand?"
"Yes, Phil," she said. I thought I heard a smile in her voice. I turned my head to look at her and saw her smile then.
"And if I want Sue to join us…"
"Then she can join us," she finished. She smiled at me as he was over her shoulder.
I heard the door slam again. "Dad?" Minni's voice rang through the house. "Mom?" Her voice was getting closer as I scrambled off the bed and Phil scrambled the other direction. Molly pulled a sheet to her nakedness, standing, tethered to the bed by its unwillingness to come loose or even to satisfactorily cover her.
I'd grabbed up the cutoffs and stepped into them but hadn't even found my tee-shirt when Minni walked into the bedroom. Phil had just found his pants, near the doorway, and put them in front of himself.
"What's going on?" Minni said as she looked from one of us to the others. "I thought you were just coming in for your wallet."
"Yeah, ah…" Phil stammered. Molly was just standing with her mouth open in surprise, trying to cover herself and failing miserably. Both her breasts and her dripping cunt were visible to me as they were to Minni. Minni didn't even ask her mother.
"Sue?"
Honesty, I found a long time ago, always works better than the best dissembly. Besides, I couldn't think of a lie that would come anywhere close to covering up anything in this situation.
I walked across the few paces that separated us and put my arm around her shoulders and smiled.
"Your mom was licking me," her head lifted rapidly, her mouth opening, as she looked at her mother. "Like you do some nights and I do to you other nights," I added. Her head spun around to me, her jaw dropping at the disclosure in front of her parents. I just held her. I'd heard the gasp from Molly at both statements.
"What?" Phil said, sounding scandalized. I just nodded.
"Your little girl is growing up," I said with a reassuring smile. "Anyway," I continued, "when your dad came in, he saw us and decided to join us instead of doing something dumb like objecting."
Her parents were staring at her, waiting for her reaction. She looked at one and then the other of them. Then she relaxed and shrugged her shoulders.
"So. Are we still going to the market?" she asked. Phil's shoulders relaxed as a smile spread on his face. Molly sighed her relief.
"Give me a minute, baby," he said as he stepped into his pants. Minni walked back out the door. She'd only just left when he put the shirt on unbuttoned and stepped back into his shoes.
I leaned down and found my tee-shirt on the floor in the shadows as he walked to Molly, kissed her as he put his hand between her legs, and turned to the door.
He stopped as he entered the hall and turned back to us.
"If you pick up where you left off?" he said. "I want you to do it on the kitchen table. Understand, Molly?"
"The kitchen table?" she said, wrinkling her nose. He looked at me with a grin.
"Understood, Sue?" I nodded. I looked at Molly and saw a spreading grin as the front door slammed shut. She dropped the ineffective sheet to the floor.
"To the kitchen?" she said with a blush. I didn't bother putting my tee-shirt back on but we did lock the doors before I laid down on the cold kitchen table.