Her Daughter Brought Home a Friend Pt. 04

Exhausted physically and emotionally, David and Arial slept deeply, wrapped together under a tangled blanket, but only for half an hour. David found consciousness returning along with the awareness of Arial breathing quietly in his arms, her face in the angle between his neck and shoulder.

His little girl buddy of many hikes, snowball fights and swimming races at the lake was no longer little, no longer a girl, but a woman in her own right. He wondered what changes would come now that they had shared their bodies.

He watched her tenderly as her breathing changed and she slowly awoke.

"Hi, sleepyhead," he whispered.

"Mmm," she replied. "How long was I out?"

"Not long, maybe a half hour? I was sleeping, too."

She snuggled closer to him, pressing her face against his broad chest and breathing in. He had a faint, but distinctly pleasing smell made of a little bit of sweat and a little bit of sex.

"I feel so relaxed, like I just woke up from a long sleep, but alert like all my senses have been activated," she said.

"I'm happy you feel good. Some people get a little down after making love," David said.

"Right now," she said, pushing against his chest, "I want more."

"More what?" he teased.

"You know what!" she growled, her face mock fierce.

"Here," he said, "since you're so full of energy, let me show you something."

David threw the blanket aside and rolled onto his back. Then he guided Arial until she was upright, straddling his legs. His penis lay half-erect across one thigh.

"Let me just wake up my friend," he said, beginning to stroke his dick.

"Oh I think I can handle that," she said, leaning down and taking him into her mouth. The sight of his beautiful niece sucking his dick was just as stimulating as the suction and the friction as her tongue swirled around the head. He gave a subdued groan. Then she abruptly stopped sucking and sat up.

"I think your friend is awake," Arial said, gazing at his hard dick standing stiffly from his crotch.

"Okay then."

With his big hands on her thighs, David lifted the girl until she was poised over his hips. Then one hand seated the swollen head at her opening and without prompting she lowered herself slowly -- with one slight gasp -- until his thick shaft vanished inside her.

For a few moments she sat, eyes closed, motionless astride him letting her vagina adjust to being stretched and filled. She opened her eyes when David took both her hands in his, interlacing their fingers.

"Now," he said, "let your full weight down on me and rock your hips forward."

She did, feeling his thick dick move inside her.

"Now rock your hips back."

"Now forward."

"Now back."

Soon she was slowly and rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth, making his dick move inside her, stretching her. And she felt her clit rubbing against him every time she rocked forward, sending a little diamond of pleasure rocketing around her body.

She gradually picked up speed, wanting the bursts of pleasure from her clit to arrive faster and faster, until she was groaning and jamming herself quickly back and forth. Both hands were now planted on David's chest giving her leverage to rock on him.

"My nipples David," she whispered urgently. "Pinch my nipples!"

He reached up, took both nipples, tugged to stretch them, and pinched them hard.

That was all it took. Her pussy squeezed, she gave a sharp cry, and impossibly rocked even faster while her orgasm swept her away.

"OHMYGODDAVID!" she cried, then "OHMYGOD!-OHMYGOD!-OHMYGOD!"

She ground her pussy on David's fat dick, whimpering and gasping each time he pinched her nipples while her pussy squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Her juices flowed over his balls to wet the sheet below them.

It was a long time before she stopped rocking on him and sat motionless, her eyes closed and head hanging as the waves of orgasm subsided. She gasped as David gave her nipples a last gentle pinch, then collapsed forward onto his chest, their skin stuck together with sweat.

"That was sooo good," she whispered languidly, "I'm worn out!"

"I'm glad," he said.

"But you didn't come, did you?"

"Almost. I was almost there, just watching your face."

"Well we still have time. And I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

"Deal," he said drowsily and pulled the blanket over them.

SATURDAY NIGHT - TWO DAYS AFTER THANKSGIVING

"I can't wait to tell you," Ingrid whispered theatrically. "Arial is busy seducing David this second, but I don't think it will be too hard. Actually I know SOMETHING will be hard, but it won't be getting David in the mood," she laughed.

"Seriously, Arial is... in bed with David?" A wave of jealous heat swept through Ellen making her face flush. Her daughter was in the arms of her former brother-in-law -- arms she had long fantasized about holding HER!

"Seriously," Ingrid declared, "and it's all my fault."

"Your fault?"

"Yes! I told her he wanted her and she'd be a fool not to jump his bones while she had the chance."

Ellen was silent for a pause.

"Do you think they'll actually... you know?"

"I'd bet 100 bucks on it," Ingrid said, smiling, then, "I know! Let's go up and listen outside their door!"

"INGRID! You're disgusting! We couldn't!"

"Maybe you can't, but I can," Ingrid said, trying to pull Ellen out of bed.

"NO!" Ellen said, pulling away. "I could never!"

"But you heard me and Arial fucking, right?"

"That's different. I didn't TRY to hear you... you were just noisy."

"All right then, chicken, but I'm going to prop your door open so we can hear if Arial and David get noisy."

"You are not!" Ellen began, then something in the younger woman's expression made her realize she was teasing.

"You're awful!" Ellen said.

"I know, trolling is my worst character flaw. But I make up for it by being amazing in bed!"

Ellen smiled. She knew she would forgive Ingrid nearly anything because the young woman's passion and generosity had introduced her to a new world.

She had known there were women who made love with other women. But Ellen had never imagined one of those women being aroused by her 40-year-old body. And not just slightly aroused, but eager to stimulate and satisfy her for hours. Ingrid's obvious hunger for Ellen's lips and breasts and pussy had triggered something in the older woman... not least was her desire for Ingrid's body.

"How about we play a game? You know. While we're waiting to hear Arial screaming upstairs," Ingrid asked while caressing Ellen's breast.

"What kind of game?" Ellen asked warily, noticing her nipple getting hard.

"Let me show you," and Ingrid guided the older woman into a sitting position before sitting beside her, right leg over her left. The young woman put her right arm around Ellen's back and put the other hand on her pussy.

"Now put your arm around me and your hand on my pussy," she said.

"The game is, I rub your pussy and you rub mine and whoever makes the other come first is the winner. But I warn you I always win this game!"

"You think so?" Ellen asked. "I may not have much experience making another woman come, but I've got PLENTY of experience making myself come. And I believe your pussy is basically the same as mine."

"Yeah, but I have a secret weapon," Ingrid said, smiling in the dim light.

"What weapon?

"Not telling, you'll know."

"So what does the winner get?"

"The winner gets to do anything they want to the loser."

"What, like anything sexual."

"Could be sexual. Or I could order you to make another pan of those amazing cinnamon rolls."

"You're on!"

Ingrid was already rubbing Ellen's pussy gently, her hand flat and the palm pressed against her moving slowly up and down.

"She's starting slow, but I don't have to," Ellen thought, using her middle finger to firmly circle Ingrid's opening. The young woman was already oozing pussy juice.

"Hah! She's already halfway there!" Ellen thought, concentrating on the slippery contours of Ingrid's pussy.

Then the young woman put her mouth close to Ellen's ear and whispered.

"I wanted you the first time I saw you, when you opened your front door and I saw those beautiful tits moving inside your blouse."

Ingrid's words sent a warm wave of arousal through Ellen as she remembered the same moment. She had hugged Arial while looking over her shoulder at the stranger at her door with the provocative smile and dark, inviting lips.

"I saw you, too," Ellen whispered.

Distracted by the memory, her fingers stopped moving on the young woman's pussy.

"Then after dinner that night, I could see your nipples poking through your sweater. I wondered what you were thinking about to make your nipples so big and hard."

Ellen gulped. She had found Ingrid interesting that first night, but was unaware that that interest translated into erect nipples. Her hand was motionless on Ingrid's pussy while the young woman's finger slid deeply into her own.

"Then that night, after Arial and I fucked... and by the way your girl is great in bed... I lay in bed with my arms around Arial, falling asleep while thinking about licking your pussy."

Another wave of arousal swept through Ellen's body and her breath came faster. The palm of Ingrid's hand was rubbing wetly up and down on the older woman's pussy while her middle finger squished up and down inside her.

"I didn't know what to think when I heard you and Arial making love that first night," Ellen whispered.

"I bet listening to us turned you on," Ingrid said, licking lightly up Ellen's neck and probing into her ear. "Why didn't you come up and join us?"

Shocked at the idea, Ellen stared at her lover in the dim light.

"Oh, you're teasing again," she concluded.

Ingrid laughed quietly.

"That would never happen, but I can't say I haven't imagined being the jelly in an Arial and Ellen sandwich."

"You can't be trusted!" Ellen declared, feeling her pussy stretch as Ingrid added another finger.

"No, I can't be trusted alone with my lover's beautiful mother and a whole day to enjoy those amazing tits and that tasty pussy. God I loved that first kiss, knowing you were mine, and I'd soon have my tongue in you."

"And your first orgasm! I could tell that had been a long time coming because you completely lost control. Your hands were holding my head, pulling my mouth into your pussy while your hips were bucking like crazy. I had to wrap both arms around your thighs!"

"Making love with you was like living a fantasy hidden deep in me," Ellen replied. "You gave me so much I didn't know I needed."

By now Ingrid was sliding her palm up and down faster over Ellen's pussy, pressing hard, feeling the bump of her clit amid the wet flesh. With difficulty she pushed a third finger into the woman's vagina. Ellen groaned with arousal as she feebly tried to match the girl's movements.

"I love fucking you Ellen," Ingrid whispered in her ear. "Those beautiful tits and this beautiful pussy deserve to be fucked hard and often, and you deserve to come all the time and come hard!"

At that, Ingrid crushed Ellen's lips with a rough kiss and thrust her tongue deep into the woman's gasping mouth. Her hand fucked the older woman's pussy hard and fast and seconds later a powerful orgasm swept through Ellen the way the dawn comes up suddenly on the ocean.

"Oh, OH, OHMYGOD!" Ellen cried, her hips straining up to meet Ingrid's plunging hand. She gave up trying to rub the girl's pussy and grabbed one of her own breasts, gripping it hard and tugging at the nipple.

"AHHHH, fuck me Ingrid, PLEASE! she cried, her legs jerking and body spasming out of control.

Ingrid was relentless, aiming to tease every ounce of passion out of her lover.

"Come for me Ellen!" she whispered hoarsely. "Come HARD for me you beautiful, amazing woman! Give me everything!"

Ellen gave everything. Between Ingrid's provocative whispers and her own pent up needs. She cried out again and again as her hips lifted off the bed, her juices flowed and her orgasm shook her soul. It was a long time before she lay limp in Ingrid's arms.

The young woman gently slid her fingers out of Ellen, brought them to her mouth and began licking the pussy juice off them.

"Do you truly like that?" Ellen asked languidly.

"It's your essence," Ingrid replied, "it comes from deep inside you, at the peak of passion," and she pushed two wet fingers into Ellen's mouth. The taste was subtle, reminding the older woman of the taste of Ingrid's pussy.

"I love seeing you all breathless and sweaty and flushed because I've made you come over and over," Ingrid said. "I love it when you've come so hard your legs are trembling and all you can do is babble little endearments. Seeing you like that just makes me want to fuck you again and again."

"I just realized I lost the game and now you can order me to do anything you want," Ellen said.

"Oh that was just an excuse to get you off," Ingrid replied. "Cuz I can already get you to do anything I want."

"You're sure of that?"

"Well, let's see. How about I order you to lick my pussy very, very slowly until I'm begging you to put a finger in me and let me come?"

They rested and kissed languidly, Ellen enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm and Ingrid watching the satisfaction on her lover's face.