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14 Days on the Mountain Pt. 09

Before you read this work, please note that it is adult oriented and very sexually explicit. Also, it is very lengthy and broken into 10 'parts' that should be read in order. Most of them will stand on their own, but certain nuances of the story will be better understood if each part is read in succession.

PART IX (day 12)

When Tiffany and I awoke the next morning, we cuddled and kissed for a while before heading downstairs. Upon arriving there, we found Mark, Cheryl and Kelly sleeping on the floor of the game room, still naked of course. The two women were laying huddled close to Mark, one on each side of his muscular frame. They seemed content and happy and I came to the conclusion that they had finished off the evening with a satisfying three-way. The other three men were nowhere in sight and I figured they were in their rooms, still fast asleep as well. So we crept into the kitchen and quietly made some coffee and found something to eat.

After the coffee was ready, we both got a cup, took the English muffins we had prepared and discreetly moved out onto the deck. We ate our breakfast, enjoying the morning view of the lake and lighthearted conversation, mostly centered on the previous day's activities. Tiffany confided to me that her posterior was a bit tender from our round on the dock, and that she was generally stiff all over. For that matter, I was too. All of us had spent a good deal of time in the water and wrestling about, not to mention the sex we had.

"A day in the sun sounds good to me," I told her.

"Yeah...that sounds like a good idea," she replied. Then she laughed and added, "Of course that's what I thought yesterday morning too!"

Thinking quickly, I responded to her remark, "By the way...Where did that oil get to?"

She shot a mocking glare at me and retorted, "Not today, Buddy Boy!" then added, "It was great and all...but not today."

Still taunting her I said, "What's the matter? I figured you'd be ready to try Mark back there today."

Her eyes bugged out and she laughingly sputtered, "Holy shit... No way! I can't imagine anyone taking that thing up there. It's hard enough to put anyplace else."

We laughed and teased each other for the next several minutes and there was little doubt that we had developed a very close relationship. I knew it was going to be a difficult parting when the time came for us to go our separate ways, probably more so for her than for me. But I put that out of my mind in order to enjoy the teen's company while I had the opportunity.

After a while, we heard the door sliding open and turned to see Kelly, coffee cup in hand, coming toward us. "Morning..." I offered.

"Is it?" she replied, still half asleep.

"How late were you guys at it?" I questioned.

"I don't know..." she said, "....but it was late...or early...something," as she moved to the deck railing and looked out toward the lake.

About that time Mark walked past us and grumbled, "It was around 2:30 this morning..." He too had a cup of coffee and strolled right up beside Kelly and grabbed a hand-full of her plump ass. "Man you can go girl," he said, while squeezing her butt.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly the only one going and going and going..." she joked.

A few minutes later Cheryl joined us too. Leaning over and kissing Tiffany on top of the head, she said, "Morning Sweetheart," and then flopped into one of the chaise lounges.

"Morning Mom," the girl replied, then asked, "Did you have a good time last night?"

Cheryl smiled widely, nodding her head and said, "Oh yeah....!" She took a long pull from her own cup, and then greeted me also. The five of us began to talk, and the trio verbally replayed their adventure from the night before, for Tiffany and me.

The gist of the story was that after Tiffany had blown all the guys and left, Mark had managed another hard-on and was virtually attacked by Kelly and Cheryl. The other three men were too pooped to pop and excused themselves. The remaining three had screwed each other every which way imaginable, with the women both having a couple more orgasms each. It finally concluded with the pair licking and sucking Mark's pecker until he was able to launch one last load onto his six-pack abs. Which, Cheryl informed us, the two women shared, licking and kissing until it was gone.

Their story was quite a turn on and my dick was growing by the time they finished their sordid tale. Cheryl took note of my condition and continued to tease me. "Maybe we should do that to you, Mike," she quipped.

"Yeah...Okay," I replied, trying to feign indifference. But she was not going to let me off the hook that easy.

"And then, after we've sucked up all of your cum, we'll lick and suck on you until you're hard again," she said with a smile. Taunting me further, she added, "When you are nice and hard, maybe we could tie up Kelly so you could screw her ass again...You seem to have a knack for that."

By now my organ was at full attention, which was exactly what Cheryl was trying to accomplish. But Tiffany came to my rescue by chastising, "Mom?...Stop teasing the poor guy!"

Cheryl laughed and conceded, "Oh, alright... Sorry, Mike, but I couldn't resist."

"That's okay," I told her, "Just remember that payback's a bitch."

"Promises, promises..." she mocked with a wink.

After a few minutes, we had gotten into normal, non-sexual conversation and my boner had dissipated. It wasn't a good deal longer before we were joined by Paul and Dave, and lastly, Tom found his way onto the deck. We spent the rest of the morning horsing around and then grilled some burgers for lunch. Afterward, some went for short hikes, while others opted for boating, and some of us remained at the cabin. I was content to snooze the afternoon away and headed for the hammock I had been in when this whole wild spectacle began.

I awoke to the sound of laughter coming from the direction of the boat dock. I rubbed my eyes and twisted around to see who it was, finding Cheryl, Tiffany, Paul and Tom coming up the trail. Tiffany cut off, through the thick grass surrounding the cabin, and headed in my direction. She was still laughing about something as she broke into a trot, her succulent young breasts jiggling on her chest as she neared me. Upon reaching the hammock, she flopped down on top of me, nearly spilling both of us to the ground. I struggled to keep us upright and we eventually managed to settle into the mesh, lying side by side.

She snuggled against me and asked how my nap had been. I replied with a simple, "Fine," and then, with a yawn, I asked her if she had enjoyed her afternoon.

"Uh-huh...we had lot's of fun," she responded with a sigh.

"I bet you did," I smugly stated. "I'd be willing to bet that you and your mom got laid, didn't you?" I tested.

"Nope," she returned, adding, "But I got horny!" with a giggle.

"Horny huh?" I pondered and then teased, "Too bad you don't know anyone who could help you with that."

"Yeah it is," she stated flatly as she reached into my groin to fondle my cock and balls. I immediately started to grow in the grasp of her small hand and moved my own hand to her chest, grabbing her right breast. We laughed together and then launched into a long, wet kiss as we continued our seriously heavy petting of one another.

We were just beginning to really get into it when we heard a voice from the cabin. "Hey you two...Quit diddling each other and get your asses up here and help with supper." We looked up to see Kelly's nude form leaning on the deck railing, motioning us to the cabin with big sweeping gestures of her arm.

"Well...shit!" I exclaimed in bogus frustration, then said, "Don't forget where we were...We'll have to pick this up later."

Tiffany grinned and said, "Oh, don't worry...I won't," as she tumbled out of the hammock. I followed, awkwardly climbing out of the tipsy device. I took Tiffany's hand and we strolled to the cabin and set about our 'chores', helping to prepare the evening meal.

After the meal was finished and everything cleaned up we spent the early evening with a few drinks on the deck, watching the sun set. As the evening wore on, we continued to indulge in the spirits, and by about nine o'clock everyone was in one stage of intoxication or another. For the most part, we were just in that happy, less inhibited (as if that was needed) state, feeling the buzz but not what I would consider drunk.

Tom, however, was pretty well gone. As I said earlier, he never could hold his liquor. I think we all knew that he was going to be headed for real trouble if he continued to imbibe, so we gently encouraged him to call it a night. Finally, after "one more round", as he requested with a slur, we convinced him and he struggled up the stairs to his room. "He's not going to be much good in the morning," Dave snorted.

The rest of us debated what we should do, growing tired of pool, darts, and the like. Somehow we landed on the old game of "Truth or Dare" that most of us played in Jr. High School. Quite frankly, I didn't know what kind of 'dare' could be used as a consequence with this group, but we all ended up going along. As it turned out, the dares became quite enjoyable with most of them being things like 'eat Kelly's pussy for five minutes' or 'have your cock sucked 'til you're ready to cum and then stop'. While the dares were being carried out, we all observed and it was almost like watching vignettes of porno movies, only they were live!

As the time passed, so did more alcohol, causing the game to get can I put this...I guess 'kinky' would be a good term. It came to my turn and I chose the 'dare' which turned out to be, to my chagrin, jacking off one of the other men. And the kicker was the stipulation "until he cums". To say the least, I was reluctant to complete my task. I mean, my interest has always been women, without the faintest desire to trifle with men. I wasn't even sure I would know what to do or how to do it. I figured I would just to go back to the dry spells and high school days, drawing on self-experience to guide me. Of course, I was sure that the ladies would be quick to set me straight if I faltered.

I weighed my options and tried to remember which one of the guys had been the quickest shooter, hoping to get this over with as fast as possible. I settled on Dave, because I figured Paul's swinger lifestyle might have him conditioned to last. And from their morning tale, I remembered that Mark had been royally screwed by Cheryl and Kelly the night before, so I expected that he wouldn't be very likely to shoot quick either.

"I guess it's you, Dave," I said as I moved to take a seat next to him on the couch.

"Be gentle with me," he teased in a girlish tone, embarrassing me that much more.

His dick was already nearly completely hard, as was all of the men's from the previous activities, and I took it in my hand. To my surprise, once I got into a rhythm, it wasn't all that bad. Like most things that we don't really want to do, the thought is usually worse than the action. I stroked up and down his shaft with the encouragement of the group while Dave just sat there silently. After a few minutes, Tiffany came to my aid by snuggling up close to me and whispering instructions in my ear.

"Not too fast..."she said, "Squeeze his cock, but not too hard."

Before long I was working his tool like it was my own and he was showing the signs of my efforts. It came to a point when he finally leaned his head back, eyes closed, and I think he had put the fact that another man was pulling his pud out of his mind. I must've been doing something right, for within a couple more minutes, Dave was spewing his load, the goo raining down over my stroking fist.

The rest of the party cheered their approval as he erupted, and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over. I released his still twitching dick and looked down at the sperm on my hand. I held it out and asked, "Now what in the hell am I supposed to do with this?"

Kelly chirped, "Lick it off, silly," which brought a round of laughter from the whole group.

"Not my flavor," I retorted as a towel was pitched to me by Paul.

"What a waste..." she grumped as I wiped the sticky mess off of my hand and wrist.

"Well here ya' go, if you want it that bad," I jeered, tossing the soiled towel at her.

She caught the linen and snapped a quick comeback, "I'm not in the mood for used goods."

Equally as quick, I shot back, "I'm sure someone can provide you with fresh."

"Ooo..I hope so," she cooed, bringing another round of boisterous laughter.

Now that I had completed my dare, it was my turn to pick on someone else. Remembering Cheryl's teasing that morning, I decided this would be a good time to exact my revenge. "Cheryl, Truth or Dare?" I offered.

"Hmmm..." she mused and then answered, "Dare!"

Quickly, I challenged, "I dare you to let Tiffany fist fuck you."

She gave me a long look and then smiled, replying, "We don't have any lube, and I'm not nearly wet enough for that."

"I've got some!" Kelly chimed in, rising from her seat. "I'll be right back," she added as she hurried out of the room.

"Well... What are you waiting for?" I posed, grinning at the seemingly apprehensive Cheryl.

"All right," she responded and moved from her chair to a large open area on the floor.

As Cheryl got into position on her back, knees sticking up and legs apart, Tiffany scampered to the floor and took a position between her mom's thighs. The young woman dove right into the luscious twat of the older one, and began licking away. The men were all wolf-whistling and catcalling by the time Kelly reappeared, with a large bottle of sex lube in hand. She tapped Tiffany on the shoulder with the bottle, and then placed it in her hand as the girl reached out without looking up from her ministrations. After the teen took the bottle from her, Kelly settled onto the floor next to Cheryl, making sure she had a front row seat for the show.

With Tiffany continuing to eat Cheryl's pussy, Kelly moved her hand to the woman's chest and playfully tweaked the hardening nipples centered on her rounded melons. It wasn't long before Cheryl's face was showing the telltale signs that the other girls were getting her motor running. Tiffany, knowing her mom well by now, pulled away from her crotch and popped open the bottle of lube. She drizzled a goodly amount on Cheryl's clit and let it run down her slightly parted labia. Working the slippery liquid into the crevice, she easily slipped two fingers into her mom. "Mmmm..." came the woman's response.

After working those two fingers in and out for only a brief period, the teen added a third finger and continued to pump them into Cheryl. As she did, she started dribbling the lubricant onto her pistoning digits and then along the back of her hand and thumb socket. When she was satisfied that she had applied enough, she sat the bottle down and clicked the top shut. She paused and withdrew her fingers from Cheryl's snatch in order to smear the clear lube over her entire hand. While she did this, I moved from where I was seated to between Kelly's lounging form and Cheryl's hip, affording myself a better view. Paul, Mark and Dave followed suit and also gathered close to watch the exhibition.

Tiffany excitedly asked "Are you ready Mom?" to which Cheryl simply replied "Yeah... Go ahead." The teen closed her hand, fingers outstretched and in a cone shape, as she had done with Kelly, and then poised them at her mom's vaginal entrance. With her left hand, she worked the labia apart and inserted the tips of her lubed fingers. Slowly she pushed into Cheryl's spreading pussy until nothing except the butt of her hand was visible.

"Uhhh-Hummm..." Cheryl growled as the girl pressed into her.

"Okay... Here we go," stated Tiffany, before drawing her hand back a half inch and then pushing harder into the widening hole.

"Ughnnnnnn," Cheryl groaned as the teen's hand stalled again. "Keep pushinnggggg," she grunted, her face reddening and the veins on her neck popping out.

Tiffany did as instructed and pushed harder. "Oh-Oh-UhnnnGawwww...." Cheryl wailed as the teen's hand disappeared inside of her. She lifted her ass off the floor, pulling Tiffany's arm with it, and tossed her head from side to side. When she settled back to the carpet, Tiffany began working her arm in a very short pumping motion. She kept this up for the next few minutes, adding more of the lubricant as she did. Cheryl, obviously enjoying what was happening, continued uttering sensual moans and expressions.

Snapping the bottle closed and discarding it once more, Tiffany asked, "Ready for stage two?" talking to Cheryl as if she were the only one in the room.

"Uh-huh," the older woman panted.

Without a sound, the blonde began tugging her hand outward, then letting it return, more and more of it becoming visible with each pull, and Cheryl grunting in unison, "Uhhh...Uhhh...Uhhh." Then, suddenly, the whole thing came cleanly out of the woman's gaping cunt with a slurping sound. Immediately Tiffany shoved it back into the dark, wet hole, eliciting a shriek of pleasure from Cheryl. The youngster repeated this process once more and then set into a steady rhythm, stroking her entire hand in and out of her mom's flooding pussy.

Cheryl was nearly delirious with pleasure at this point, panting and grunting like an animal in heat. Kelly leaned forward and started to tease her heaving breasts with her tongue, nipping at the blood engorged nipples with her lips and teeth. I took it as a cue and, twisting myself so that I could snake my hand into Cheryl's groin, sought out her clitoris with my fingers. I glanced around and found the other three males all wanking their hard cocks as they took in the spectacle. I couldn't blame them; If I hadn't been engaged in the activities, I probably would have done the same thing. I turned my attention back to the fisting display as I felt my own pre-cum dripping onto my leg.

While Tiffany continued her pace, almost punching her fist into her mom, Kelly and I worked in harmony, increasing our efforts as Cheryl's inevitable climax neared. A few moments later, Cheryl heaved upward and her body tensed.

She cried out, "Uh-Uh-UhhhhhgggGGAWWDD!" with the orgasm overwhelming her mind and body. As she contorted, I worked feverishly on her love button, causing her to hump the thrusting hand of Tiffany that much more. I almost expected to see the teen's fist pop out of Cheryl's stomach at any moment. Finally, Cheryl pleaded "Uh-Uh-Oh god... Please stop," as she pushed my hand away. Lowering her ass back to the ground, she grasped Tiffany's arm, I assumed to get her to pull out. But, to my surprise, she held it in place, buried deep within her and, gasping for air, said, "Wait...a couple...minutes."

As far as I was concerned, Tiffany could wait all she wanted, but I couldn't. I needed to put my dick somewhere and knew just the place. So, without hesitation, I moved lower and to my left and was soon nuzzling my tongue into the crack of Tiffany's sweet little ass. She got the idea quick enough and parted her legs for me to access her better. After lapping at her goodies for a bit, I raised up and grabbed her hips, hefting her into a slumped over, kneeling position. I shuffled forward, cock in hand, and pushed into her young, wet pussy. She squealed an approving "Oooo...UhhhHuh," as I slid almost entirely into her on the first thrust, her hand still stuffed up Cheryl's snatch.

I fucked her slowly for about five minutes and was beginning to wonder if she was ever going to free herself from Cheryl. It was just at that moment that I noticed Cheryl release the girl's arm, indicating her readiness to have the invading fist removed. Very gently, Tiffany worked her slimy hand out of her mom's vagina, causing the woman to once more twitch and wriggle on the floor.
"Oh God, Sweetie, that was sooo good..." she cooed, still a little out of breath.

I stopped in mid thrust and complained, "Hey, what about me and Kelly? We helped you know."

"Yeah..." Kelly chimed in, sitting up and crossing her arms in phoney disgust.

"Sorry... Let me rephrase. That was sooo good, you guys," she amended, causing us all to laugh.

Cheryl raised up to a sitting position forcing Tiffany to move, and in turn, slip off of my prodding pole. "Guess we're done..." I croaked with no particular recipient in mind.

"Not by a long shot!" Tiffany returned with determination in her voice. "But I need to wash some of this lube off first," she stated, then added with a giggle, "Unless someone else wants a fist job." Not getting any takers, the teen scampered to the kitchen to clean herself.

In the meantime, Cheryl, still sitting on the floor said, "Okay... My turn." After some thought she looked at me and asked, "Truth or Dare, Mike?"

The last time I took the dare and wound up jacking off Dave, so this time I played it safe and answered, "Truth."

Everyone 'booed' me, then quickly quieted so Cheryl could ask her question. But before she could, Tiffany hopped back into the room saying, "Wait, wait... I want to hear."

When she was seated next to me, Cheryl proceeded with her question. "What's the riskiest time you've had sex?"

I thought for a moment and then said, "I guess it would have to be right after I got out of high school..." Then I went on to tell them that I had graduated at 17 and was dating a 16 year old semi-nympho, and how we fucked on the couch in her house. We were lying under a blanket watching T.V., and my girlfriend had conveniently worn a pair of loose gym shorts, with no panties. I unzipped and slid into her from behind, through one of the gaping leg holes. Her Mom was upstairs in her room, we thought, and we were nearly caught when she decided she needed something from her car. She walked right past us while my dick was buried in her daughter. "We were always taking chances like that; screwing in her room and stuff when her mom or sister were there," I concluded.

"Kelly, Truth or Dare?" I quickly questioned, hoping to get back to something more exciting.

"Truth," she answered.

"Let me see....Would you like to be fucked in the ass by Mark?" I asked, just to see if her response would be similar to the one I'd gotten from Tiffany that morning.

Amazingly, she blushed, then replied, "My God, I don't know if that thing would fit in my ass... But you asked for the truth and the truth is; Hell yes!"

Mark's eyes lit up and for a moment I thought he might take her up on the statement right then. "You slut!" Paul teasingly shot at his wife, which she was quick to rebuke by saying, "That's right... And you love it!" evoking another bout of laughter from the group.

Still laughing, she said, "Okay Paul, Truth or Dare?"

We all quieted to hear his response. He looked at her intently, as if he were trying to determine what she might challenge him to do, then answered, "Dare."

All eyes turned to Kelly to find out what she might conjure up for her husband. With an evil gleam in her eye, she proposed "I dare you to give Mark a blow-job."

You could have heard a pin drop as we were all stupefied by her command, and I was silently thankful that all I had to do was jack someone off.

"Shiiit, man...I ain't gay!" Mark protested.

Kelly chastised him, "Oh hush up. A blow-job's a blow-job. Just close you're eyes and pretend it's me." After a bit of teasing from Cheryl and Tiffany, he yielded and agreed to go along with the game.

I was a little puzzled by Paul's indifference to Kelly's challenge as he moved to the floor in front of Mark, who was leaning on the end of the pool table. My curiosity didn't last as I found myself abruptly distracted by Tiffany, as she rose from her seated position and moved her body over mine. She lowered her butt into my lap and after fidgeting around briefly, came to rest with my hard-on lodged in her love tunnel.

By the time she was settled, Paul had already begun his work on Mark's mammoth tool. He was kneeling, one hand on the black man's thigh and the other wrapped around his thick shaft, working his lips over the end of the stiffening member. From where I was sitting, it looked to me as if Paul had some experience at his task and again, I was a bit curious.

We all watched, as for the next ten minutes or so, Paul worked up and down the ebony rod. I was surprised to see him take in about half of the huge black tool, withdrawing and then working the tip again. He stroked the lower portion of the shaft while licking around the huge head and then stuffed it back into his mouth, as deep as he could.

I found myself strangely turned on by the sight, not that I was interested in men, as I said earlier. But I have to admit that there was a great deal of eroticism attached to the act we were witnessing. And I don't think I was the only one experiencing the excitement. I noticed Cheryl scoot close to Kelly where they shared some brief whispers and some heavy petting.

Several minutes passed as Paul continued fulfilling his 'dare', then he sucked hard on the big head of Mark's schlong, one last time, and turned to his wife. "There...Happy now?" he questioned her.

"Hell no!" she started, adding, "Blow-jobs usually involve a cum shot."

He grinned and shook his head, "You made no reference to a cum shot," he debated.

"Well if all we wanted to see was you sucking him, I would have simply said 'suck his dick'," she argued. Pushing the point further she proclaimed, "The term 'blow-job' implies more than just sucking."

Then she began a chant, "Cum...shot...Cum...shot...Cum...shot," encouraging everyone else to join in, which we all did. After about thirty seconds of this chanting, Paul gave up, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to squirm out of his quandary.

As Paul turned back to Mark, taking his monster cock into his mouth once more, Tiffany wiggled her ass in my lap and giggled quietly, "This ought to be good."

With Paul's head beginning to bob up and down the black cock, Kelly moved toward them and said, "Here... I'll help you out."

I expected to see her kneel beside Paul, but instead she lowered herself and worked her head into her husband's crotch. She started sucking and licking up and down Paul's pecker, matching his efforts on Mark. I couldn't help but to wonder how many times they had done this type of thing before, since it was now pretty obvious that this was not their first.

I watched the trio over Tiffany's shoulder for a few minutes before I noticed Cheryl moving toward Dave. Apparently she had grown restless, or possibly felt left out, and wanted some action. Upon reaching him, she dropped her face into his lap and took his hard stick in her mouth. She worked up and down his pole for a few minutes and then climbed on top of him, similar to the way Tiffany was mounted on me. But instead of just sitting there, she started humping away on him. Her large breasts bounced around wildly as she rode up and down on his dick, and I was sure that she would last a lot longer than he would at that pace. She knew it as well and pulled off of him after only a short time saying, "How 'bout you eat me for a while, Sweetie."

While they rearranged themselves, I turned my attention to the teen, still mounted on my manhood. I brushed her hair away from her left shoulder and started applying soft kisses on it. I worked my way upward, toward her neck, nuzzling and kissing. As I did this, I reached around and into her groin, searching out her clitoris. I gently rubbed the nub while nibbling on her neck, causing her to mutter appreciatively, "Mmm...that feels nice."

Her hips began to rock in my lap making my dick slip in and out of her ever so slightly. The feeling was incredibly sensual and I was simply in heaven. My free hand went to the girl's chest and I commenced rubbing and pulling at her stiff nipples, as I listened to the unmistakable sounds of sex around me. Cheryl was getting into the licking that Dave was providing, moaning and urging him on, while there were only slurping noises coming from the others.

After a few more minutes, I heard Mark start adding grunts and growls to the noises, so I looked up to see what was happening. Paul was still diligently sucking his ebony boner and stroking it rapidly. Kelly remained on the floor, orally servicing her man and fingering her bushy cunt. It was quite the sight and I decided to watch them for a while longer. I could tell by Mark's body language that he'd gotten past his original complaint, and was now enjoying what Paul was doing. In fact, he was enjoying it so much that he looked like he was nearing the point of no return. His growls soon turned to dirty talk as he got closer and closer to release. "Oh yeah...suck it, suck it good," he said, continuing with similar, one-sided conversation.

Just about then, Tiffany shifted and pulled off of me. At first I thought she was just lifting up to begin fucking me in earnest, but I was at a loss when she raised completely off my prick. Still hovering over me, she leaned forward and then pulled back toward me again. Turning to face me, she again straddled my lap. In her hand was the bottle of lube which she flipped open and shot about a teaspoon of into her hand. She closed the bottle and set it down, then started to coat my dick with the liquid. After she had me lubed up, she moved up and, reaching behind her, started lowering herself until the head of my penis contacted her asshole. I was surprised, but delighted, that she wanted to try again so soon.

She kept pressing downward until my cock entered her tight back door, causing her to let out a quiet "Uhhnn." Pausing for only a moment, she pressed on until I was firmly inserted, about half way into her. She stopped and I could tell by her facial expressions that she was finding it difficult. I was about to tell her we could try again later when she pushed down harder, driving me nearly to the hilt in her butt.

"Uhhnnggg-awwd," she puffed as I filled her ass.

"Are you Okay?" I asked her tenderly.

"Uh...Uh-Huh...I will be..." she replied through pursed lips.

"We don't have to do this," I said, trying to give her an easy out if she wanted one.

"But I ...mmmm...want to," she panted before leaning forward to fill my mouth with her tongue. While she kissed me she lifted her backside a couple of inches and then forced it back down, impaling herself totally on my shaft. "Mmmm..." she moaned into my mouth, then breaking the kiss continued, "OhhhFUCK!"

By now, of course, she had drawn the attention of everyone else and they were watching closely as the girl stuffed her asshole with my rod. Cheryl chastised her daughter saying, "Watch your language, young lady," and then laughed, garnering a chuckle in return from Tiffany.

This seemed to ease the girl's tension and soon she was banging away on my rigid dick. Mark's eyes were glued to her hind-end as she rode me, and the sight must've been enough to push him over the edge. He announced his impending eruption, giving Paul just enough time to pull his face away, before launching his load. The stream shot forward a good two feet before dropping to land on Kelly's body as she scrambled from her place on the floor. She raised up next to her husband and caught the rest of Mark's ejaculate on her face and in her mouth, taking over in Paul's stead.

When Mark's orgasm was finished, Kelly slurped off the last bit of his cum and left him standing there, his pecker hanging limply. She lowered herself to take Paul's meat into her mouth again, and they shifted so both of them were in a more comfortable position. While Paul had been carrying out his dare, Kelly's work had been slow and methodical, but now she was on a mission. Like a lion that's tasted the blood, she'd tasted the cum and wanted more.

She worked feverishly on Paul's manhood and quickly had him humping into her face, closing in on his own finish. As Tiffany continued grinding up and down my shaft, Paul grunted, "Ah-Ah-I'm gonna cum...Uhhhhh," and let loose with his load, Kelly never releasing him from her lips.

I watched as she kept sucking on the head of Paul's dick, making him twitch and thrash his body until he couldn't take anymore, forcing her to stop. Reluctantly she rolled away from him and surveyed the room in search of more action.

Dave had mounted Cheryl by this time and was humping away on top of her on the couch. Seeing no opportunity there, she turned to Tiffany and me. Climbing over me, she moved into the chair that I was leaning against and worked her ass literally over the top of my head. Her legs dropped on each side of me and I'm sure her furry cunt was spread wide above me. Tiffany took the hint and leaned forward, my dick still in her ass, to attend to the wanton woman's needs. I was now in what was probably the most uncomfortable position that I have been in, before or since, while engaged in sex.

After only a couple of minutes, I voiced my discomfort and suggested we find a more conducive situation. The girls had no complaints, and within a few more minutes we were back at it, Kelly now siting in the chair and me stuffing my cock up Tiffany's poop chute from behind. She was on all fours, between Kelly and me, once more lapping at the woman's bushy gash.

A short time later I could feel myself nearing the pinnacle, but I knew that Tiffany wasn't there yet. "There's a blonde here that needs some help getting off," I announced to anyone, soliciting their aid in bringing Tiffany to climax.

Paul answered the call, "Gotcha' covered," and quickly hit the floor, sliding between both mine and Tiffany's legs. He went right after her snatch and started licking and sucking, which caused the girl to moan into Kelly's cunt.

Mark joined us, kneeling beside Tiffany and reaching in to find her stiff nipples. He pawed at her breasts and pinched the hardened buds until she was squealing with jubilation. Her muff squelched cries told me that she was now also well on her way to release, and I pumped her for all I was worth. In a matter of moments I knew that I was going to bust my nut and grunted, "!"

My cum blasted into the teens anal depths as I drove fully into her one last time. She raised from Kelly's sopping pussy and let out a long, low "Uhhnnggg," which was quickly followed by the beginning of her own climax. "Uh-Uh-Uhhh... Ohhhhhh!" she wailed as her orgasm peaked and crashed down on her.

As she bucked and spasmed, her already tight asshole clamped down even more on my spent dick. I remained buried in her rectum, loving the sensation of her anal muscles milking the jism from me. I looked up and found that the girl had replaced her tongue with three fingers in Kelly's vagina, and she was sawing them in and out at a furious pace. Her other hand was snaked around and feverishly strumming her counterpart's clitoris. From the look on her face and her body language, it seemed that Kelly was also getting very close to cumming.

Even though Tiffany's thrashing had settled down somewhat, she continued to moan and flinch. I looked down to see Paul still sucking at her cunt and fingering her clit, while Mark was pulling at her nipples even harder than before. It became apparent that they weren't satisfied getting her off once, they intended to make her cum again, if she would let them.

I wanted to extract my sensitive dick from the teen's bowels, but just couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm not sure if it was the incredible feeling I was experiencing, teetering on the brink of pleasure and discomfort, or the fact that I thought having my dick shoved up her ass might make her cum harder, but for some reason I remained inside of her. The more intensely the men exerted themselves on her, the faster and more studious she attended to Kelly's hot box, and in a few moments that attention paid off. Kelly busted out with a loud outcry of "Oh-Oh-Ohhhhhshiiitttt!" as her ass bucked up off the chair.

Almost at the same time Tiffany's body tensed and she reached her crest, for the second time in just a few minutes. Her small body shook and tossed in front of me as the relentless men teased her erogenous areas through her climax. Her blonde hair flew wildly about as she tossed her head, crying out in ecstasy over and over, "Oh fuck, Oh fuck...Oh-Oh-Oh."

By the time the men stopped tormenting her and she had calmed down, I was surprised to find myself rock hard again, still in Tiffany's bottom. I started to stroke in and out of the girl again, but she looked over her shoulder with pleading eyes that told me she had undergone enough for the moment. I gently withdrew from her depths and she nearly collapsed to the floor.

I looked up and caught Cheryl's eyes as Dave continued to ram in and out of her. She saw my condition and motioned me toward her with the universal one-fingered 'come here' signal. I got to my feet and stepped over to the couch where she quickly grabbed my hard-on in her left hand. As Dave, grunted and filled her pussy with his goo, she started jacking me off.

When Dave pulled out and climbed off of her, I shifted and put one knee up on the couch beside her. I reached into her crotch and started rubbing her clit, then moving downward, I inserted a couple of fingers into her spunk filled pussy. I worked them in and out while I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb, and she was soon humming her appreciation. She kept stroking my slimy cock as I fingered her and before too long we were both at the brink of orgasm.

I increased the pressure on her love button and her stomach began to flinch as the climax neared. Within moments, she let out a low "Uh-Huuuuuhhhhh," as she came, her hips rising from the couch. My fingers toyed with her for a bit longer and then I eased up and ultimately moved them away from her pussy. As the pleasure waves began to subside, she increased her efforts on my cock and shortly thereafter I pulsed out another load of cum, most of it landing on her hefty boobs.

A minute or so after the last of my cream had been coaxed out, I leaned forward and said, "Thanks for the hand," with a breathless chuckle, then kissed her.

"That's okay," she whispered, and then added, "But you better be ready to do that inside me tomorrow."

I kissed her again, our tongues finding one another, and then replied, "I think that could be arranged," as I shifted into a sitting position next to her abdomen. I brought my hand to her chest and started massaging my juice into her tits, rubbing intently over her areolas and still hard nipples.

Closing her eyes, she smiled and, still whispering, instructed, "Meet me at our tanning spot about one o'clock tomorrow." After a slight pause she finished by adding, "And bring Tiffany."

I pushed my lips back to hers, tongue-fucking her mouth, the thought of the next day filling my mind, until I heard Paul say, "Kelly, Truth or Dare?"

I looked at Cheryl and mused, "I thought the game was over." But I guess Paul wasn't going to be satisfied until he had gotten a little revenge on his wife. When I turned around I instantly had a pretty good idea what the dare would be if she chose it. Mark's pecker was nearly at full attention once more, and Paul was sitting on the floor, grinning, with the bottle of lube in his hand.

I'm not sure if Kelly knew what her husband had planned or not, but she replied, "Dare."

Paul's eyes shined while he told her what she had to do. "Suck me off..." he began.

Kelly interrupted him, "Well hell, that's an easy one!"

But quickly Paul rebuked her, "I'm not finished...." He began again, "Suck me off, while Mark fucks you in the ass," he told her.
Her eyes widened, then she meekly replied, "I'll try."

Cheryl sat up and said, "I gotta see this."

I looked down at Tiffany, still lying in the crumpled heap on the floor, apparently fast asleep. "I wouldn't mind seeing it either," I said, "but I'm wiped out....and I think somebody needs to go to bed," I continued, pointing at the girl.

Cheryl chuckled and nodded her head saying, "Yeah, you guys pretty well did her in."

By this time the trio of Mark, Kelly and Paul had assembled themselves to complete, or at least attempt, the dare. Mark took the lubricant from Paul and as he opened it, Cheryl called out, "Here, let me help you..." and moved off of the couch and toward him, stepping over her sleeping daughter.

While I sat there, contemplating what to do, I realized that Dave was no longer present. I guessed that he had seen enough action for the evening as well, and had gone to bed. Deciding that I was just too tired to remain, I knelt down and scooped the sleeping blonde into my arms. As I stood up, I saw Mark preparing to enter Kelly's behind, and I paused to watch for a moment.

With Cheryl holding the woman's ass cheeks wide spread, he pressed the huge head of his dick against her anal opening. A few seconds later she screeched out, "UHHHhhhOH MY GOD! Oh God Stop...It hurts...Oh-ho."

Mark stopped pushing and asked, "You want me to take it out?"

Kelly replied, "Huh-uh...oh-ho...just wait a ....ummm....couple of minutes."

I could tell that if she was going to be successful in completing the dare, it was going to take some time. So I turned and started for the stairs. Kelly's cries had woken Tiffany, who stirred and then wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her to my room.

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