Hartford #3

by Paris Waterman

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Niece, Swinging, Orgy, Oral Sex, Fisting, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Terry and Paul return home to meet the Farouk's 19 yr old niece, Gretchen. Gretchen, a natural seductress, soon has Terry eating out of the palm of her hand... no, not exactly the palm of her hand, but you know. Everyone gets into the action, of which there is plenty. A mini-orgy take place.



Copyright© 2005

Gretchen

Terry and Paul went to the local mall the next day to do some shopping. They each went their separate ways, and then met up again to go home.

They arrived back home only a short time before they were to meet Trevor and Barbara at the pool. The suit Terry chose to wear might as well not have been there at all. It was a pale yellow thong bikini that snaked its way around her waist, over her neatly trimmed bush, and then fit snugly up between her cheeks. The bra was tight, but not uncomfortably so. The material was nearly sheer, and her nipples, while not completely revealed, certainly would be when she got wet.

Meanwhile Paul put on a striped Speedo, but when he got a look at his voluptuous wife, he wondered how he would ever stay inside the small piece of fabric. Donning their robes, they went out hand in hand to the pool area. There was no one there, probably because it was cloudy and rain appeared imminent.

Undeterred, Paul dove in and Terry followed his lead a moment later. After swimming the length of the pool in a mock race, they hung onto the edge of the pool waiting to catch their breath. He glanced at his young wife with great pride. In profile, her breasts encased in the pale yellow top were virtually uncovered. Wet, the material had all but dissolved. To Paul, his wife's breasts were amazing. Pear-shaped and fairly large, they were nonetheless defying gravity by jutting out the way they did. Until that moment, he'd always thought Playmates had to have had their breasts airbrushed into that thrust and he said a silent prayer of thanks that Terry had fallen for him when they first met.

The cool water had hardened her nipples, and he bent over and began to feast on them; leaving them encased in the halter. Sucking each in turn while caressing her sleekly curved waist and hips, he quickly brought her to full arousal. Terry rolled her hips and twitched her ass; delighting in the touch of his hands and mouth. But all the while her keen eyes searched the entrances to the pool lest someone come in and catch them.

But as soon as he kissed her, ever so lovingly, she closed her eyes and their arms encircled one another in a loving embrace.

They stood kissing in the pool with the water at neck level. When Terry finally pulled away, a pale yellow strip floated in the water — she had lost her top. Terry shrieked while Paul laughed, and then slipped the bottoms down over Terry's legs. Hearing someone coming, he panicked. Terry, unmindful of the approaching footsteps, gave up the futile attempt at replacing her halter and sought to pull Paul's bikini off him as well, and did manage to free his cock, but the Speedos became snagged about his knees.

Terry glanced up and saw Barbara and Trevor standing over them at the edge of the pool.

"Oh my God!" Terry shrieked, covering her breasts, "I'm so embarrassed!"

"What for?" Trevor replied calmly, but his encased bulge was growing larger and larger in the same tight black pair of Speedos he'd worn the day they met. He and Barbara both sat down at the edge of the pool and dangled their feet in the warm water, as they sipped from straws in their tall drinks.

Barbara was wearing a new yellow and green one-piece that was see-through even without being wet.

Paul maneuvered his penis back inside his Speedos, and Terry had pulled her bottoms back up. To her chagrin, her halter now lay at the bottom of the pool for all to see. She looked up at Barbara, who stared back at her from behind a pair of very dark sunglasses and shrugged.

Barbara laughed and cupped her breasts. "I'd take mine off, but as you can see, it's a one-piece." Her palms roamed over her brown tinged tips making her nipples stiffen immediately.

"Relax," Trevor said, with a lecherous grin as his eyes roamed over Terry's exposed breasts. She didn't bother covering them, for Trevor was quite familiar with them, but she was relived to hear him say, "Barbara and I will make us all some more cocktails. We'll be back in a flash."

Paul dove to the bottom of the pool and retrieved Terry's halter, then surfaced and handed it to his grinning spouse. She quickly fitted over her breasts, tied a knot in the back and climbed up the ladder at poolside to find Trevor and Barbara already sitting by the pool sipping drinks.

"I had them made already," Trevor confessed. "I thought you two could use a moment alone though."

Paul and Terry disrobed, and flushed at the appreciative stares they received from their friends and neighbors, Trevor and Barbara.

Barbara, not bothering to mask her insatiable lust for men and their cocks, peeked over the rim of her sunglasses at the bulge in Paul's suit, and her hand unconsciously went to her own crotch for a second.

The men ignored her and Trevor asked Paul if he had watched any of the Yankees — Braves game earlier that day.

"No, Terry and I went shopping. I'm a Braves fan. What happened?"

"First off, the Braves won. I think it was 11 — 7, or something close to that. But the interesting thing was the match up between Clemons and Maddux that everyone was looking forward to."

"Yeah, I know. Two of the greatest pitchers ever, facing off, so?"

"It was almost a non-event," Trevor said, grinning.

"Maddux gives up hits to the first four guys he faces."

"No shit!"

"I'm not kidding. First time he's ever done it."

"How about the jolly Roger?"

"He lasted five innings. Gave up six runs; in fact, they both lasted five innings. Jeter got four hits and two walks. One thing they said on the TV was that Jeter was the sixth guy to get four off Maddux in a game."

"Anyway, Brian Jordan was the star; got four ribbies to lead the Braves to the win."

"I would've thought it would be a classic pitcher's duel," Paul said, wistfully.

"You and everyone else," Trevor said agreeing with him.

"Anyway," Trevor said, shrugging his shoulders, "remember the surprise I promised the two of you the other night?"

"Um, yeah?" Paul said, looking into the sun, trying to see Trevor's expression.

Trevor made a motion with his hand as it to say wait a minute, and lithely sprang to his feet. He walked to the edge of the pool, and waved. Paul tried to see who he'd waved to, but the sun's brightness prevented it. He did, however, hear a splash, and then Trevor bent over, reached out and helped a teenaged blonde out of the water.

Both Paul and Terry's eyes were on the almost totally exposed breasts of a green-eyed beauty Trevor was helpfully hoisting from the pool's waters. Her blonde hair hung wetly down to a more than ample chest. But the most striking thing about her, was the smile she bestowed on everyone as she let go Trevor's hand and walked over to meet them.

"Gretchen," Trevor said, his eyes never leaving her lithe form, "let me introduce you to two very close friends, Paul and Terry."

Paul started to get up, but became afraid he would literally poke up through his suit, so he just leaned forward and shook her hand. Terry followed suit, and found herself staring at this lovely young creature, drinking in her beauty in spite of herself.

"Gretchen," Trevor explained, "is our niece, just in this morning from Suffern, New York. She was in our wedding as a junior bridesmaid 5 years ago."

He waved his hand regally through the air before continuing. "How old were you then, dear?" He asked, placing his hand into the small of her back.

"Trev, you know how old I was," Gretchen said, without rancor.

Both Paul and Terry took a moment to absorb the young girl's beauty.

"Fuckin' sensational," Paul told himself.

"A stunner, a real stunner," Terry thought, "and she's a player, just like Barb and Trevor. I just know it."

"She was fourteen, darling," Barbara said, interceding for her niece. "The nicest thing is that dear Gretchen has slept with us," here she paused for effect, "whenever there was a concert in the city she wanted to attend."

Trevor picked up the thread, saying, "We try to make it a habit of having her at least once a month."

"Having her, being the by-word," Barbara said and then laughed happily.

Gretchen arched her back, emphasizing her breasts and the hardened nipples that were barely concealed beneath the skimpy material of her bathing suit. She winked knowingly at Paul, and tugged at the edge of her bottoms, then stretched the material out enough to allow Paul a fleeting look at her shaven pussy.

"Nice," Paul sighed, and laughed when his wife gave him an elbow to the shoulder.

"Be nice, honey," she said pretending to scold him as Gretchen turned toward the pool, ignoring everyone. A moment later, both couples watched her as she climbed up to the medium board of the diving tower and did a flawless, double somersault.

Paul leaned back, waved for a drink from the bar, and wondered how he had ever gotten so lucky. Terry's eyes were glued to the nubile girl's acrobatics, and she caught herself licking her lips.

Thirty minutes later, it was agreed that they retire from the sun and go indoors. All five hurried to the Farouk's unit. The air-conditioning felt great after the ninety-degree heat by the pool, and Barbara went into the kitchen to fix a pitcher of cool drinks. Gretchen told Paul and Terry that she was in town to see a hard rock band the next night.

As Barbara handed out fresh drinks, Trevor explained how Gretchen had walked in on him and Barbara making love accidentally nearly six years ago.

"Never touched a hair on her head," he said somberly. "We explained what and how we were making love, and answered several pointed questions that she raised. Gretchen apologized for interrupting us, and when I told her that it was our fault for not locking the door she nodded and surprised the hell out of us by asking if she could stay and watch us finish."

"Perhaps you should tell the rest, darling," he said to Barbara.

"There's not all that much to tell. It was, as we now phase it, a tutorial fuck, with each of us taking turns explaining exactly what was going on. Gretchen sat for part of it, and then walked around us to get different perspectives. She wanted to know how much of Trev's dick I was taking inside me, and when I told her all of it, she was very impressed."

"But," said Trevor excitedly, "it wasn't until her eighteenth birthday that we actually shared one another."

"He was devastated to find little Gretchen was no longer a virgin."

Gretchen spoke up, "I've never told either of you, but I wasn't a virgin the day I walked in on the two of you."

"What!" Trevor barked.

"Sorry, Allan Wentworth, a boy from school, had me when I was twelve. He wasn't very good and I never let him near me again. That's why I spied on you. That's why I had so many questions. That's why I seduced three other boys when I returned home."

In a dry voice, Barbara asked, "At the same time, dear?"

Gretchen laughed, "No, Barbara, not hardly, but on successive weekends. Boys tend to talk, you know."

The adults laughed uncomfortably. Terry noticed that Paul's erection was quite evident, in fact now that his Speedo was drying off, his precum emissions were starting to spread from the small spot to a larger stain at the head of his tightly confined cock.

"Now, if it's all right with everyone," Gretchen said coolly, "I'd like to go down on this lovely wife of yours, Paul."

The gorgeous teen then reached out and took Terry by the hand, easing her out of the chair she was sitting in.

"And Paul, perhaps you'd like to fuck me while I do," she added with a mischievous gleam in her eye."

Paul and Terry gave each other a look of "why not", and let Gretchen lead them to the bedroom, with Trevor and Barbara following close behind, both grinning from ear to ear.

Once inside the master suite, Gretchen released Terry's hand and motioned for everyone to sit on the bed. Turning on the stereo, she began a slow striptease that sent shivers down both Paul and Terry's spines. With her eyes closed, the young blonde's hands roamed up and down her body, leisurely removing her bikini, and tossing the top at Terry and the bottoms to Paul, she began to teasingly caress her loins while arching her back away from the widened eyes following her movements.

As the tempo of the music increased, Gretchen turned slowly to face the watching foursome. Her eyes were closed; her delicate looking fingers slowly massaged her swelling labia, and the fingers of the other hand reached upward to first grasp, then pinch her protruding nipple.

"Mmmmm." She sighed, and took several steps that put her directly in front of Terry.

Paul's wife was fixated on the young girl's shaven cunt. Without uttering a word, she reached out and pushed Gretchen's fingers away from her genitals, replacing them with her own. And when her fingertips made their initial contact with Gretchen's pouty labia, the teen's eyes opened wide and a Mona Lisa like smile formed on her mouth.

Terry permitted the side of her pinky to make contact with the girl's exposed pussy lips, and a moan slipped from Gretchen's throat.

"You can put them in me if you like," Gretchen hissed.

"Why should I?" Terry asked, and Paul thought she'd gone crazy, turning down the offer.

"Because..." The teen looked confused for a moment. It seemed no one had ever challenged her in this manner before. She shook her head, and smiled, saying, "Please, I want them in me."

Terry did not respond to Gretchen's plea, but positioned herself on her knees directly in front of the young blonde. She placed her palms underher butt and worked her thumbs side to side, kind of like twiddling her thumbs.

With her fingertips resting casually at the top of the teen's mons, Terry gingerly worked them downward into her crotch. Gretchen shuddered with anticipation, for this was not what she had expected. An outright assault on her pussy was what she'd thought Terry would bring to the game, not this wonderfully tantalizing torment.

The blonde teen's breathing grew heavier as Terry overlapped her thumbs just outside the major labia, then lightly onto them; the thumb on the left working the labia on the right, and vice versa.

Terry felt the girl's ass cheeks clenching as she tilted her pelvis forward and upward, offering her pussy to Terry's dexterous fingers.

Barbara was certain she heard the girl whimper, something she'd never heard her do before and her appreciation for Terry's seduction skills rose appreciably. Both Terry and Barbara's mouths opened in a wide O as Gretchen's genital lips opened under the tutelage of Terry's talented thumbs.

Trevor was busy with his own thumbs; hooking them into the waistband of his Speedo's and wriggling out of them. Then with his enormous erection in his fist, he slowly stroked himself.

Terry licked her lips and emitted a loud sigh, crisscrossed her thumbs and ran them up along the glistening opening of Gretchen's pussy. The teen now trembling with excitement, found herself unable to stand without support, and braced herself by placing both hands on Terry's shoulders.

The girl's clitoral sheath was now visible as it peeked out from the tissue normally camouflaging it. Barbara, sensing that her niece was about to collapse from the intensity of Terry's stimulation; placed a dining room chair behind the teen and helped her to sit.

The girl was attempting to place her clit where she thought Terry's thumbs would be, but Terry was ahead of her and continued to avoid any contact whatsoever with the girl's most vital erogenous zone.

A sexual flush covered the front of the teen's chest.

"I think you're ready, darling," Terry said calmly; then sent the two thumbs into Gretchen's cunt.

"Argh!" Gretchen grunted, as her cunt walls parted and the thumbs rushed in until the webbing of Terry's hands prevented further access. The teen was breathing shallowly, as Terry plied her vaginal tissue, her thumbs pulling the sensitive skin inward, and then spreading it out.

Terry was now panting from the effort it took to control her own emotions, and not forcing the issue. Gretchen rolled her head to one side and slowly opened her eyes and gave Terry a heavy lidded look.

The girl seemed so far away, Barbara thought, rubbing her own engorged nipples in turn. Then Gretchen focused on Terry, and squeezed her thumbs with a kegel; closed her eyes, perhaps to help her concentration, and then squeezed again.

Terry turned her thumbs down in response, the girl squeezed again and Terry turned them upward. Then, going with her instinct, she parted them several inches, much as if pulling an orange apart — and considerably widened the girl's cunt.

Gretchen mewed like a cat at this, and when Terry snapped her thumb nails together Gretchen screamed! Her head snapped back, and her cunt clamped on the inserted thumbs. Her jaws clenched, and she began to shake as if being electrocuted.

"Gretchen!" Barbara called out in alarm, raising her hands as if to ward off the girl's falling from the chair on which she so precariously sat. Gretchen remained seated, and with a serene, almost beatific expression on her face, began to come.

Paul watched enthralled, as hot liquid spurted from the girl's cunt. The sudden gush caught Terry off guard, and it splashed into her face with surprising force.

"Oh, Jesus!" Gretchen sobbed, the geyser from her pussy continued to ejaculate several more times before ending. She went limp, slumped forward, and would have collapsed to the floor had not Terry reached out and caught her. Paul quickly interceded; helping the young girl regain her seat as she began gasping for air. She was sobbing joyously as her tremendous climax gradually receded.

Trevor was next to come, spewing a heavy load that landed first on the floor, and then, as he turned to face his niece, onto Gretchen's neck and shoulder.

"Christ, Trev, have you no sense of decency?" His wife yelled.

"I couldn't help it, dear. I was coming and didn't want to miss her ejaculation. She's never done that before has she?" Trevor asked, a concerned puzzlement evident in his expression.

"No, I think not," Barbara answered.

Gretchen?" Terry cooed, "Can you hear me?"

The girl slowly opened her eyes and smiled reassuringly at the woman who had brought her off with her thumbs. Her eyes widened, and she bestowed a radiant smile on all those surrounding her.

"Wow!" Gretchen said, breathing heavily. "Like cataclysmic! I never..." She failed to finish the sentence.

"You squirted, dear," Barbara said.

"I did?"

"You certainly did," Terry said laughing happily. "Look at my face!"

"Wow! I did that?"

Yes you did... or that wonderful pussy of yours did it."

"Can you..." Gretchen started to say, but Paul over rode her, almost shouting, "I don't know about you people, but I've got to fuck something!"

Barbara was standing almost behind him and encircled his waist with her hands.

The next thing Paul knew, she had him clenched in her fist. A moment later his member was free and she was on her knees with his prick between her lips; lovingly laving her tongue over his exposed tumescence.

Paul closed his eyes momentarily; then not wanting to miss any visual stimulation, quickly reopened them.

Barbara pulled him backwards until he lay back on the bed. She moved around and off the bed, pulling his trunks off as she went. Trevor, thinking quickly, grabbed a tube of sun tan lotion and squirted it on his wife's generous breasts. Paul was a sucker for breasts like these, and watched wide-eyed, as Barbara leaned over and pressed his stiff member between them.

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