I got up early Sunday morning and made bacon and eggs for Kelley and Francine. After breakfast they drove off in the direction of the Faire. Almost soon as the car pulled out of the drive, I heard Caroline’s voice coming from her room. “Gee that bacon sure smells good! Could you cook some bacon and eggs for me, too?” I replied “Sure,” and heated up the frying pan again. A few minutes later Caroline appeared in the kitchen wearing nothing but a gauzy cotton nightshirt that only went down to her knees. I could see she shared her mom’s stocky but appealing figure, and the same pretty facial features, though Caroline’s face was framed by a short pageboy cut of her raven hair.
Caroline sat down at the kitchen table, and I scooped the bacon and scrambled eggs I had just fried onto a plate for her. I sat down across the table from her, pretending not to notice her perky nipples pushing out the thin fabric of her nightshirt. She said, “Thanks for breakfast. I also want to thank you for taking care of Kelley’s braces without letting Robert or my mom know.” “It’s OK,” I responded. “You are family, and every family has its secrets.” “How true,” she smiled sweetly, “Which brings me to another thing you could secretly help me out with.” “What’s that?” I asked. “I can put more money into that secret account.”
“No, thanks” she said. “It’s not about money. We do have our family secrets, but mom and I are very open about almost everything. For example, she tells me you are a very good fuck.” I must have blushed as red as the bricks on the outside of our new house – she giggled and went on, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just that Robert’s drinking is getting more frequent, and he doesn’t have sex any more, at least not with me. There are rumors he is over at the divorced neighbor lady’s house a lot of afternoons before Kelley comes home from school though.” I sat in stunned silence. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper: “I suppose I could fuck some of the single men in town, but if anyone found out, I could lose my teaching job.”
“How can I help,” I asked, nervously hopeful, awaiting her response. Caroline gave another schoolgirl giggle. “Well …..” she hesitated briefly. “I thought we could fuck a couple of times today, so I can see whether you are as good as mom tells me.” With that she grabbed the hem of her nightshirt in both hands and pulled it completely off over her head, turning slowly all the way around. “If you like what you see, follow me into my room.”
I left the breakfast dishes on the table and followed her down the hall. I notices a bottle of lube on the nightstand, and saw Caroline on her knees on the bed, using her fingers to rub some of it inside her cunt. I dropped my sweat pants on the bedroom floor, releasing my tumescence, which she peered at from between her thighs. “No need for preliminaries this time’” she said. “Just stick that thing inside me and fuck me good.” She pushed a pillow underneath her stomach as I walked up behind her bottom and pressed my cock against her pussy lips. I slid easily into her cunt because of the liberal amount of lube she had spread there. Once I was inside her as deep as possible, she whispered, “Squeeze my tits and fuck me hard.” Of course I followed her instructions.
During several minutes of thrusting inside Caroline’s pussy, with her pushing back against me every time my ball sac touched her thighs, I squeezed both her breasts as hard as I thought it was safe to do. Then, I felt Caroline’s pussy walls convulsing against my hard on faster and faster, until I began shooting a huge load of cum inside her. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted. “Cum in me hard!” Caroline collapsed onto her tummy on the bed while I still stood behind her, pumping every last drop of my warm, sticky cum deep into her. “Before lunch,” she whispered, “I want to see your face when you cum inside me. Before dinner, I want to taste a whole load of your spunk in my mouth, and swallow it.” Then she fell asleep.
After I washed and put away the breakfast dishes and the frying pan, I went back into Caroline’s room and pulled the top sheet and blanket over her naked body as she slept. Then I changed into a pair of silk lounging pajamas to wait and see what would happen next. About 11:30 that morning, Caroline tiptoed into the library where I was reading, dressed only in the same gauzy nightshirt she had been wearing at breakfast. This time there was no pretense of modesty. “This morning was awesome, just like mom said it would be,” she told me. “Now I want to fuck you face to face.”
She walked slowly around to my side of the mahogany desk, where I sat in an armless straight chair with my book. She placed the ribbon sewn into the book’s binding atop the page I had been perusing, and closed the book, putting it aside out of my reach. Then she knelt in front of my chair, untied the drawstring of my silk pajama trousers, and took the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. In less than half a minute I was hard as a rock. She pulled the nightshirt over her head, and lifted one foot across my lap, straddling my chair facing me. She spit on both her hands, rubbed them on my erection, and sat down, pushing my erection deep inside her.
Caroline took control of the pace of our fucking this time, slowly moving up and down my shaft as I gently tweaked both her nipples. When they stood up and hardened under my touch, I started sucking on one, then the other. Caroline wouldn’t kiss me this time – she wanted to see my whole face when I eventually ejaculated into her cunt. We fucked tenderly and slowly until the grandfather clock in the foyer struck noon. Then she started grinding against my lap in little circles, picking up the pace until I could feel her back arch and her pussy throbbing against my hard on. Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes never left mine. “Fill my cunt, daddy,” she exclaimed as her orgasm peaked at the same time I began ejaculating into pulsating pussy.
We sat there face to face, French kissing tenderly until my cum began leaking out between her labia and my penis. Then she stood up, picked up her nightshirt, and wiped off both our genitals. “Please make us some lunch, daddy, while I go clean up,” she whispered, and disappeared along the hallway. I pulled up the sikl lounging pants and went into the kitchen to make us some sandwiches.
Just as I was putting the finishing touches on our sandwiches, Caroline strutted into the kitchen, this time wearing a pair of Bermuda length steel gray cargo shorts, a man’s white cotton button down shirt, and a pair of white patent leather 6 inch heels that profoundly emphasized the taught curves of her muscular calves. Under the shirt was a demure white cotton front closure bra, without any fancy ornamentation. It was a hot looking sexy outfit, but far more elegant and understated than the nightshirt she wore earlier. Over our sandwiches we talked idly about how much fun Francine and Kelly must be having at the Renaissance Faire. When we had washed down the last of the sandwiches with our beers, Caroline stood up to her full height in those 6 inch heels and said, “Come to my room. You owe me dessert.”
As I stood at the foot of her queen sized bed, Caroline untied the drawstring of my pajamas and pushed my shoulders back onto the mattress. Then she slid her shorts down her muscular legs, taking care to keep the white high heels on her feet. She was not wearing any panties. She slowly unbuttoned the white shirt, and unfastened the clasp at the front center of her bra, releasing her voluptuous breasts. She bent over me and pressed my quickly hardening cock between her tits and began rubbing them up and down the shaft, while licking the head to moisten it. As soon as she could see I was fully erect, she straddled my hips and began fucking me in the cowgirl position, while I pinched her bare nipples as she tossed her head back and thrust her hips up and down, squeezing my cock with her cunt walls.
As she began fingering her own clit while we fucked, I could feel her shuddering orgasm pulsating against my hard on. Before I could climax, she lifted her pussy off my cock and straddled my face, replacing her wet cunt on my cock with her equally wet mouth and tongue. “Eat me out!” she commanded, and I distracted myself from my own pleasure to concentrate on tonguing her clit and G spot. By the time she stopped grinding her hips against my jaws and began her second orgasm, I was spurting rope after rope of warm, sticky semen into her waiting mouth. She sat up on the bed next to me, facing me, and stuck out her tongue to show me her mouthful of cum before gulping it all down her throat. “Awesome!” was all the praise I could vocalize.
Listen, mister,” she giggled. “You need to shower and get dressed before my mom and Kelley get back from the Ren Faire. I’ll wash the sheets and make up this bed just as if nothing happened.”
By the time Francine and Kelley pulled into the driveway, I had steaks and huge potatoes on the grill, and the whole yard was filled with the delicious fragrance of a wonderful dinner. Kelley sipped her apple cider while the rest of us quenched our thirst with the hard variety, and talked over dinner about what fun things Francine and Kelley did at the Renaissance Faire. “Mom, your new dad is a great cook,” Kelly announced as we finished up our pistachio gelato. “Yes, he is,” Caroline replied. “He did all the food preparation today, while I relaxed from yesterday’s long car trip.”
Mosquitos were starting to buzz around the yard. “You ladies can finish your drinks in the library while I clean up the grill and these dishes,” I said, and the three of them went inside.
Forty minutes later the sun was setting as I put away the last of the dishes and went into the library to collect the last of the glassware. When I went in the girls were giggling. “I hope everyone had fun today.” I said. Kelley and Caroline, I am very happy to finally have met you both.” Come on, darlin’,” Francine responded. “It’s time for us old folks to turn in.”
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