The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 26: The Double Date
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 26: The Double Date - Unfaithful, inattentive parents in a failing marriage. Bickering siblings who can barely stand to be in the same room. A sister who jetted off to college and never calls. A long list of secrets and dark histories. These are the ingredients that make up the dysfunctional Greenfield family. But the oldest son's girlfriend has a plan to help repair this fractured family, by converting them to her own family's not-so-conventional lifestyle.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Rape Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew BDSM Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Nudism Slow
It was a different kind of situation in the Greenfield house that night. Zander and Paula had never both prepared for a date on the same night, to say nothing of going on the same one together. Indeed, it had created quite an interested buzz when word got around. Bobbi was understandably intrigued when she found out that Zander was going on a date with Heather, and effused that the idea of them hooking up would be “so cool!” Raven, returning that afternoon from an overnight visit to her parents, had a more subdued reaction, but also seemed to be quite intrigued, given the way she raised a sly eyebrow and said, “Interesting...”
The most curious reaction, however, came from Rick. He’d seemed surprised, especially when they told him that Zander’s date for the evening was Heather—he’d blinked and said, “Wait, your Heather?” while pointing at Paula. But then he just sort of smiled and shrugged, and said, “Well, all right then, I guess that’s fine.” That was the extent of his commentary, with no hint of the concern he’d shown the last time, and he did not impose any kind of curfew this time.
It had taken Zander a while to realize why their father was being so much more lenient this time: because Paula was going with a chaperone. And the one who had saved her from her rapist, no less. Zander had felt a sudden rush of both pride and embarrassment at the realization that his dad seemed to have found a new respect for him.
When the time for their dates’ arrival was drawing closer, Zander stepped out of his room in the khakis, black T-shirt and plaid overshirt he’d picked for the night, ran a hand over his freshly combed hair and knocked on Paula’s door. “Hey, hurry up, sis!” he called. “They’ll be here any minute!”
“Don’t rush me!” her voice called from inside.
“Oh, I’ll rush you if I want!” he teased. It was one of those annoying little quirks about girls, he’d long since discovered, that they always had to take so long to make themselves look “perfect” when he would have happily lavished affection on her even if she’d just rolled out of bed (which in fact he’d grown rather fond of doing lately).
Bobbi stuck her head out of her bedroom and looked Zander over. “Looking good, bro,” she smiled.
She was exaggerating, obviously. He’d spent all of ten minutes picking out these clothes, which barely qualified as cool. But he’d take the compliment anyway. “Thanks, Bobbi.”
Bobbi came slowly walking up to him with her attempt at a sashay, which she hadn’t quite perfected yet. “So, are you gonna do it?” she said in a low voice.
“Do it?” Zander asked, though he suspected he knew exactly what she was referring to.
Bobbi dropped her voice even lower and asked, “Are you gonna fuck Heather?”
“Dad is right downstairs!” Zander hissed.
“So tell me real quiet!” Bobbi smiled. “Are you and Heather gonna have sex?”
Zander sighed. “I don’t know, okay! If she wants to, maybe.” He felt a new tingling sensation as he said it, as the possibility of that idea fully coalesced in his mind. He’d thought it might come to that, sure, but until this moment he hadn’t actually thought about the idea of sex with his sister’s BFF.
Bobbi placed her hands on his pectorals and came within an inch of molding herself to him. “Well if you do, you totally have to tell me all about it!” She paused, and then pressing herself to his crotch she added, “And then I want a physical demonstration!” And then she kissed him.
Zander accepted the kiss for a few seconds before pulling back. “Again, Dad right downstairs,” he whispered.
“Downstairs,” Bobbi agreed. “Not up here.” And she leaned in for another kiss.
At that moment Zander was saved(?) by the sound of the doorbell ringing. “Oh, they’re here!” he said in a much louder voice, prompting Bobbi to take a step back from him. He knocked on Paula’s door again and repeated, “They’re here!”
“Just a minute!” Paula’s voice complained.
Zander was halfway down the stairs when Rick opened the front door. “Hello Lance,” he said. “Nice to see you again.” That part sounded a little automatic, but his followup of “Hi, Heather,” sounded much more authentic.
“Whassup Mr. G,” Lance said coolly as he strode inside, hands in his pockets.
When Heather stepped in after him, Zander paused to look at her like he never had before. She was wearing a blindingly white pair of short shorts and a very slim top under her light jacket that left her midriff completely bare. The usual blue hairband she wore had been replaced with a pink and white striped one that was topped with a bow a little off to the right. She looked straight at Zander as he appeared, and started to blush. “Hi Zander,” she said.
She’d said that to him so many times before, but she’d only ever said it as a casual polite greeting as she passed him in the halls or on the way to Paula’s room. Now she was speaking right to him, giving him her undivided attention.
“Hey Heather,” he said, feeling a bit of a blush creeping up his own cheeks. He didn’t know why; this was just Heather after all. Her presence was as familiar to him as anyone in his own family. In fact more so than some in his family, he reminded himself as the thought of Lily crossed his mind.
“Is Paula ready?” Lance asked, leaning over to look up the stairs.
“Oh, she’s taking her time,” Zander shrugged, and glanced up the stairs himself in time to see Bobbi bounding down them.
“You can take me out if you don’t want to wait!” Bobbi said with a playful grin, stepping up to Lance as if putting herself on offer, causing Lance to stretch his neck back and blink at her in surprise.
“Bobbi!” Rick chided, making her laugh.
“Cut it out, you little twerp!” Paula’s voice echoed from upstairs as they heard her footsteps on the upper steps. It was the same kind of phrase Paula would have used to complain about her sister for years, but it was noticeably lacking the hostility it would have held just a few weeks ago.
Bobbi giggled like a little girl and stepped back. “I’m just teasing!”
Paula had combed her hair so that most of it hung in ringlets over the left side of her head, and she was wearing her most glittery and colorful top and her tightest pair of spray-on pants. Obviously their dad was not terribly familiar with the contents of Paula’s wardrobe, given the way Rick raised his eyebrows at the sight of them. “My, those are ... snug.”
Paula ignored him, and thankfully Rick didn’t make an issue out of it. She breezed past him and made a beeline for Lance, putting a hand on his arm. “Hi, Lance,” she said in a purring voice that seemed determined to test the limits of their father’s tolerance. But again, Rick just looked on and didn’t object.
“We ready to go?” Heather asked.
“I am,” Paula said.
As they started for the door, Zander turned back to their dad. “We’ll try to be back before eleven,” he said, anticipating Rick’s instructions.
“I trust you,” Rick nodded. And Zander believed him.
He wondered how much his dad would trust him if he’d known what Paula and Zander had really been up to lately.
As they emerged from the house and approached Lance’s car, Paula asked, “So, what do we have planned for tonight?”
“Well, I couldn’t think of anything to top throwing axes at the faces of douchebags,” Lance said with an apologetic shrug. “So ... I thought maybe we could keep this one simple and just catch a movie or something?”
“I could go for that,” Heather said. “What did you want to see?”
“Something steamy?” Paula suggested with a smirk.
“Please, not a chick flick,” Zander groaned.
“Well you’re not gonna drag me to another Marvel movie!” Paula countered.
Lance quickly stepped in to stop a sibling quarrel in the making. “Let’s just play it by ear and figure things out as we go, huh?” he said, holding his hands up.
They ultimately decided on the new disaster movie that Lance suggested, which Zander approved of. Paula thought it looked stupid, but Heather voted in favor of it. “It probably will be stupid,” Heather said, “but ... how much of it are we really gonna be watching anyway?” She lifted her eyebrows suggestively at this, making Paula look pointedly at Lance. And then Heather looked up at Zander, a whole world of innuendo in her eyes.
They took their seats as the trailers started, with Paula immediately leaning into Lance as he put an arm around her and pulled her in, letting them share their popcorn bucket between them. Zander watched this interplay, and then looked at Heather seated next to him. Was he about to make a similar move with his sister’s bestie? From the way she looked up at him, he got the impression she was waiting for him to do exactly that. So it was with just a bit of awkwardness that he extended his arm around Heather’s shoulders and pulled her against him.
“This is kinda weird, isn’t it?” Zander chuckled awkwardly.
Heather leaned her head against his shoulder. “No it’s not.”
The movie began playing, and they momentarily forgot about all else as they watched the crises unfolding on screen. And yes, it was pretty stupid, but it was entertaining enough that Zander was able to just let go and enjoy the feeling of Heather leaning against him.
Occasionally he would glance down at her, finding her still focused on the movie, and just took a moment to deal with the fact that this girl he’d known secondhand for years was suddenly in this position with him. And turning his head that way led him to the discovery that Heather’s hair actually smelled really nice.
On two occasions he couldn’t help but lean in and take a deep whiff of her soft blonde locks. The second time Heather noticed and looked up at him, her bespectacled green eyes meeting his in the darkness. And they just ... looked. She smiled softly, and then laid her head against him again, her crown nudging against his jaw. Zander felt his body heat go up a notch—and then happened to glance over the top of Heather’s head and noticed Paula looking at him with an approving grin. Lance followed Paula’s gaze, and gave Zander a little thumbs up, while Paula started planting kisses on the side of Lance’s face.
A little bit later, Zander felt something on his leg and looked down to find Heather’s hand stroking his thigh. He looked down at her, and she lifted her gaze, seeming to ask if this was okay. Privately, Zander thought that if she moved her hand just a little higher she would find incontrovertible proof that he very much approved. But he decided to show his appreciation in a more subtle way, and planted a small kiss on her forehead. It was a little too dark to tell, but he got the impression she was blushing at that point.
The movie suddenly became much less important as they looked at each other. The more seconds ticked by, the more sure Zander was of what he wanted now. When he ducked his head to kiss her full on the mouth, all uncertainty and caution had officially left him. The kiss was different this time. It wasn’t like the quick, careful one she’d given him that day at his house, and it wasn’t like the gentle, welcoming one they’d shared by the bleachers the other day. This time the kiss was hungry and passionate, full of need. Heather’s tongue rose to meet his full on, her eagerness for this as pronounced as his own. The sounds of the movie dissolved into white noise as they melted into each other, devouring one another whole.
Zander had no idea how long they made out for, but it was ultimately the sound of a small giggle that prompted him to finally lift his head from Heather’s face. Paula had both arms around Lance’s neck, but she was grinning at Zander like a Cheshire cat. Zander chuckled and rolled his eyes, while Heather turned her head to see their little audience. Paula cocked her eyebrows and nodded in approval, which prompted Heather to bashfully cover her face and bury it in Zander’s chest. Paula giggled again, and then returned to her own makeout session with Lance.
The rest of the movie passed in a similar fashion. Zander had no idea what was going on in it anymore, but he made some efforts to continue watching. Yet his attention kept turning back to the little blonde next to him, who kept drawing him into more makeout sessions, disrupting his attempts to follow what little of the plot he could. As far as he was concerned, it was the best kind of disruption he could ask for.
As Heather had said, how much of it were they really going to watch anyway?
When it was over, they exited the theater with both couples holding hands with fingers intertwined, with Heather leaning against Zander a little harder than he would have liked to be able to keep walking. Paula, grinning mischievously as she watched them, responded by trying to lean harder into Lance, making it into a sort of competition as to which girl could be more affectionate. Lance chuckled and said, “Hey, easy Paula, you’re gonna make me trip!” Zander and Heather laughed at that.
Their next stop was Heather’s favorite Mexican place, where they got an outdoor table and spent a while just chatting about random stuff over their enchiladas. The whole time they each kept stealing kisses with their respective date. Whenever Zander would stop and turn to say something to Heather directly, he would then look up to see Paula with her tongue halfway down Lance’s throat. Heather would always seem to take this as a challenge, and would pull Zander into a similar position.
At one point Zander was trying to talk about one of his least favorite teachers, but was finding it hard to focus from the way Heather kept nibbling on his ear. He finally had to concede that she was too distracting to keep talking, and gently pushed her away with a laugh. “Come on, I’m trying to be social here!” She responded with an impish giggle.
“So this is really gonna be a thing now?” Paula asked. “With you two? I mean I know I suggested it, but you’re really up for the idea?”
“I guess we are,” Heather said, almost as if just realizing it herself. “I mean, yeah, there was a part of me that was a little stunned when you first suggested it, but there was another part that was like, ‘oh hell yes!’” She turned to look at Zander as she said this last part in order to emphasize the point.
“That’s kinda what I thought too,” Zander nodded. “I just never thought you’d think the same way. Not about a guy like me.”
“Even after what I told you the other day?” Heather said. “I meant what I said about having a bit of a crush on you sophomore year.”
“What?” Paula gasped. “You did?”
“Wow, this is better than TV!” Lance chuckled.
“Yeah,” Heather nodded. “And even after I gave that up as an impossible dream, I still always liked you, Zander. Even when Paula was ragging on you and calling you names—”
“Which I’m really sorry for, by the way!” Paula interjected.
“I think you’ve apologized enough in your own way,” Zander replied, his raised eyebrow indicating what specifically he meant.
“Yeah, that’s ... one way of saying it, from what I hear,” Lance said, uncomfortably scratching his neck as he looked at Paula, who gave him an embarrassed smile.
“But yes,” Heather went on, “I never admitted it before, but I always looked forward to seeing you when I visited Paula at your house, or when you drove us from school. And when that bitch Jennifer cheated on you, I wanted to march over to her and claw her eyes out for hurting you like that!”
Zander was deeply touched. He reached out a hand to place atop Heather’s. “You know, if Jennifer hadn’t cheated on me, I’d probably still be with her now. And then I wouldn’t be here with you.”
Heather chuckled awkwardly. “That’s true. Silver linings, I guess.”
“So, should we make it official then?” Paula asked.
“I think we should,” Heather agreed. She turned in her seat to face Zander and took both his hands in hers as she looked him right in the eyes. “Zander Greenfield, would you like to be my boyfriend?”
“I think I would,” Zander said in a hushed voice. “I think I’d like that a lot.”
With that, Heather almost climbed into his lap as she kissed him. Paula burst into applause, which Lance agreeably followed along with.
They continued their meal with the respective couples occasionally feeding bits of food to each other, sometimes letting each other taste it in their mouths. When they had finished and paid for everything, they found themselves standing out in the parking lot when Paula asked, “So, any chance we can take this ... somewhere more private?”
There was no mistaking what her tone was implying. Everyone exchanged looks. “I think our house is a little crowded right now,” Zander said.
“So’s mine,” Heather added.
“Well then I guess we can go to my place,” Lance suggested with a shrug. “I’m pretty sure my dad’s out at some masonic function tonight, and even when he’s home he doesn’t nose into my business much anyway.”
“So ... is this going where I think it’s going?” Zander asked, looking around at everyone and then looking very pointedly at Heather.
She moved in front of him and put her arms around his waist, looking him right in the eyes. “If you’re asking, ‘are we gonna have sex?’ I’d say your chances are pretty good.”
There was no way that Heather didn’t feel the bulge that suddenly formed in his pants and pressed against her as she rose up on her toes and kissed him.
Lance’s house was a place that someone could easily miss if they didn’t know what they were looking for. It was a cozy little single-story place half hidden behind a couple of very thick tree canopies that made it seem to disappear between the houses on either side of it. And as they stepped inside it, Zander’s first thought was that the aesthetic of the place had a quality somewhat akin to a wine cellar, with its arched hallway, mahogany walls and artistic ironwork on the windows.
Lance’s bedroom proved to be a hodgepodge of random decorations that were just as unpredictable as the guy who put them up. There was a big framed photo of a breathtaking Tahitian beachscape. There was a poster with an image of a beautiful girl painted in rainbow-colored brush strokes, with her hanging hair draped over the left half of her face and a mysterious smile and sly, half-lidded look in her one visible eye. There was a poster showing a grinning Jim Carrey with the quote, “Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.” There was a street sign saying “Rest area next right” mounted above and to the left of the bed. There were shelves containing trophies Lance had won from childhood soccer matches, framed pictures of himself and his dad at places like the Grand Canyon and the Chrysler building, and a little rubber Godzilla that glowed in the dark.
Lance was an interesting guy.
“So, are we gonna pair off and use separate rooms, or...?” Zander began, leaving the alternative unspoken.
Paula shook her head as she sat down on Lance’s bed. “Tonight’s supposed to be about all of us learning to share.”
Lance sat down next to her, glancing uncertainly at Zander and Heather. “So ... you’re thinking, in front of each other? All of us in the same room?”
“You’ve been with both of us,” Paula said to Lance. “I’ve been with everyone in this room. And you two,” she continued as she looked at Zander and Heather, “are about to complete that circuit. No sense being coy about it.”
Zander gulped as Heather pulled him to sit down beside the other two. “Okay then,” he said nervously. “How do we want to start?”
Heather chuckled as if he were adorably stupid. “You’re such a dope, Zander.” And then she demonstrated exactly how they were going to start as she pulled him into a hungry kiss.
Paula climbed into Lance’s lap to kiss him, and they proceeded with a protracted makeout session between two couples. They spent the next several minutes with both pairs exploring every nook and cranny of each other’s mouths with their tongues, eventually finding themselves compelled to lie down as they did so.
Then, after what may have been ten or twenty minutes of Zander becoming intimately familiar with the inside of Heather’s mouth, Heather sat up from where she lay on top of him and shoved his shirt up, proceeding to plant kisses all over his bare chest. Zander took the hint and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. Beside them, Lance lay half on his side with Paula in his arms beneath him, and she reached behind his back to begin tugging up on his shirt as well. He sat back and allowed her to do so.
Once Lance was bare-chested, Paula sat up and crossed her arms to strip her own shirt off. Zander took a moment to watch as Lance took his newly shirtless sister in his arms and kissed her neck and collarbone, even as Heather was kissing similar places on his own body. Eyeing Paula’s bra-clad breasts, it occurred to Zander as his hands held Heather’s body that she probably wasn’t even wearing a bra underneath the form-fitting top she had on. And indeed, as he felt along her back to check, he felt no straps beneath that thing.
Lance rolled Paula onto her back and kissed along her lower belly as she unfastened her pants, and Lance began tugging on those snug leggings to slide them off as she wriggled out of them. Zander, meanwhile, experimentally hooked his thumbs under the bottom of Heather’s top, and paused to let her meet his eyes. When he saw no objection, he began to pull it up. Heather sat up and helped him to strip her top away, briefly having to stop and readjust her glasses as they were nudged loose, which slightly spoiled the magic of the moment, but the end result was the same.
It wasn’t the first time Zander had gotten a look at Heather’s bare breasts, after having peeked in on her and Paula that time. But he’d never looked at them this closely, and never with them on offer for him. His pulse was pounding when he reached up to cup Heather’s breasts, gently massaging them and rubbing his thumbs over her pert pink nipples. Her mouth hung open with heavy breaths coming out as she looked down at him doing this, and cupped her hands over his own to guide his motions, and looked at him with eyes that were starting to burn with lust before she bent down to engulf his mouth.
Lance briefly paused in his explorations of Paula’s underwear-clad body to watch the exchange between Zander and Heather, which Paula was watching intently. “This is so beautiful,” Paula said in a hushed voice. Then she turned Lance’s head to look at her again before she resumed kissing him, and she lifted her back off the bed and awkwardly attempted to reach behind herself to unclasp her bra. Lance sensed what she was trying to do and took over the task for her, pulling it up and along her raised arms before tossing it aside and ducking to take one of her newly exposed nipples into his mouth. Paula sighed happily and clutched his head, writhing beneath him.
Heather hopped off Zander and stood up to unfasten her shorts. She let them slip down off her legs, leaving her only in her little lace panties, as Zander started working his khakis off. Heather didn’t stay in her last remaining garment for long, as almost the moment she kicked her shorts off she hooked her thumbs into the waistband, then paused briefly to ensure Zander was watching, and smiling at the huge tent in his boxers, she slid them down.
She stood up and took a moment to let Zander take in the sight of her naked body, her hands fidgeting a bit as she fought her self-consciousness and the urge to cover herself. “Damn, Heather, you’re such a babe,” he said, causing her to blush.
“Yeah she is,” agreed Paula, who had just gotten Lance’s pants unfastened as he continued sucking on her tits and was working on trying to get a good angle to push them off him.
Zander took hold of his boxers and was about to remove them when Heather climbed back onto the bed and took hold of his wrists. “No, let me,” she said. He let go, and she took hold of the waistband instead, slowly sliding his boxers down to uncover the throbbing hard object inside. “Oh, wow,” she breathed, and tentatively reached down to lay her hand on it, slowly stroking along its length. It was only the second one she’d ever seen, after the one on the guy next to them, who at this moment was kissing his way down Paula’s abdomen and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties at the hips, in anticipation of removing the last obstacle to his progress.
Zander put a hand on Heather’s back and pulled her down as he sat up. With her hand still carefully stroking his dick, he kissed her first on the mouth, then on the neck, and then gradually down until he captured one of her nipples. Heather shuddered and whimpered, both from what Zander was doing as well as the sight next to them, as Lance finally got Paula completely naked, followed by himself, standing to drop his own boxers and exposing his hard and ready tool to the room. Heather whimpered even louder and gripped his dick tighter when Zander’s hand moved between her legs, finding the slick wetness there and running his finger through the groove of her vulva. Paula was making similar noises as Lance knelt between her legs and kissed along her raised inner thigh, building the anticipation of what was to come next.
Paula’s loud groan echoed through the room when Lance’s mouth made its much awaited contact with her clit. Heather turned her head to watch, even as she cradled Zander’s head to her bosom and tugged repeatedly on his dick, watching Paula with her head thrown back, eyes shut and mouth open, fingers digging into the surfer-boy blonde mop of the guy orally pleasuring her. Heather enjoyed the show for a moment, but became distracted from it when Zander slipped a couple fingers inside her, causing her to gasp sharply. Zander pumped his fingers in and out of Heather’s juicing cunt, grunting around his mouthful of her nipple as she stroked more urgently on his dick. As Heather’s moans kicked up a notch, Paula opened her eyes and turned to look at them, smiling lustfully. “Oh yeah brother, make her cum!” she husked.
Zander ultimately didn’t quite accomplish that before Heather got it in her head to try something else. He got her pretty far along the way, but after a few minutes of mutual masturbation, Heather decided to climb off him and kneel down in front of him, aiming his dick toward her face to indicate what she intended to do in the few seconds before she did it. Zander clenched his teeth and groaned sharply as the warm, soft wetness of Heather’s mouth engulfed his cock, and ran his fingers through her smooth blonde locks to spur her on as she slowly bobbed her head up and down.
The thrill of Heather sucking him was only amplified by the whimpers of pleasure that Paula was making beside him. He turned his head to look at his sister, and when she sensed his gaze she looked back. The twin siblings gazed into each other’s eyes, sharing in this moment of being orally pleasured by their respective partners, and while Paula kept one hand on Lance’s head, she reached out her other to lovingly stroke Zander’s. Zander took hold of her wrist and brought her hand down to his mouth, planting kisses on her knuckles. He thought he saw the beginnings of a happy tear forming in her eyes, but before he could confirm it, Paula closed her eyes and moaned again from Lance’s oral ministrations. When Zander turned his gaze down again, he saw that from the way Heather was looking up at him and smiling around her mouthful of his cock, that little exchange had not gone unnoticed.
“Oh, Lance, now!” Paula pleaded at last. “Please, fuck me!”
As Lance rose up and climbed between Paula’s spread legs, he took a moment to glance at the other pair beside them, and especially at Zander watching. Obviously the guy was having to deal with the surreality of having an audience while he did this. But he didn’t let that stop him as he gripped his cock and aimed it at Paula’s wet opening, while Paula rubbed her clit and breathed rapid-fire in anticipation. And when Lance pushed his way inside her, the sound that Paula made sent shivers of excitement down everyone’s spine.
Heather and Zander were both watching intently as Paula accepted Lance inside her, even as Heather continued suckling on Zander’s hard prick. But when her bespectacled green eyes turned to meet his again, the unspoken agreement was made loud and clear: it was time. They were ready.
Heather removed Zander from her mouth with a pop and licked her lips, and then she climbed back up on the bed, straddling his legs as she moved forward, holding him steady. Zander stared unblinking at the glistening wet pussy of his sister’s bestie—no, my girlfriend, he reminded himself—hovering over his throbbing dick as she moved into position, aiming him up at herself. She settled into place, trapping the tip at her wet outer lips, and then met his eyes as she started to lower down. Zander was enraptured at the sight of Heather’s expression of open-mouthed ecstasy as he became buried in the snug, velvety confines of Heather’s pussy. “Oooohhhh, Zander!” she moaned.
“Fuuuuuuck...” he groaned, taking hold of her hips as she slowly started to move.