Chapter 3

During lunch, Vicki's step-mother returned. Vicki was wearing her bikini - with its matching top - which served to keep Dave's mind and cock's attention focused upon her womanhood. She seductively rubbed her body against him while serving him. They traded grabs playfully. They were discussing school when the Vicki's step-mother walked in. "Hi, Mom." Vicki greeted. "This is Dave. He's here to fix our plumbing. I'm sorry I didn't know what to tell him to do. Dave, this is my step-mother, Denise."

Dave stood and said hello. This woman was another knock-out. Denise was a raven-haired beauty. She was only five feet tall, but her body was perfectly proportioned. In fact, her large tits and flared hips accentuated her narrow waste. She had large, sexy eyes, full lips and short black hair. She was wearing short shorts with high hip slits to show her well shaped thighs, and a cut-off t-shirt that barely covered her firm breasts. The lower part of her tits hung below the material, in an enticing fashion. The top had a low cut front and back. Her full cleavage was well displayed. She wore no bra, and needed none. She looked maybe ten years older than her pretty step-daughter.

Denise smiled at the brawny young man with a come-hither look. Her eyes ran greedily over his frame and froze momentarily on the thick bulge in his tight shorts. She put the packages she held on the counter, walked up to Dave, and held out a dainty hand. "Nice to meet to, Dave. I'm glad Vicki's been taking care of you." She said as she winked at the stacked, blond woman. "After lunch, I'll show you the pipe that's leaking." She moved gracefully around the room. Her sexuality was evident and inviting. Dave didn't know how to respond to this situation. Both women were obviously interested in him, and neither showed any hint of being the least bid coy about it, even with the other around.

He enjoyed watching both ladies move around the kitchen, putting away the groceries Denise had bought. Denise bent over several times, showing him her ass and cleavage. "I hope you don't mind our sexual freedom, Dave." The older woman explained. "We demonstrate our wants and needs openly, as a family. Vicki's father, Jim, is in Europe for a month, and I'm afraid we've been left without male affiliation too long!

"We usually don't wear clothes out here. We bought this property because of its seclusion. We've always felt its better to be completely truthful about our feelings and desires. We have kept a pretty good relationship. Haven't we, honey?" Denise enquired as she hugged the statuesque younger woman. Their tits pressed together lewdly. They kissed. Dave saw their mouths open for a quick French.

Vicki smiled and kept an arm around the older woman's shoulders, her finger-tips grazed the stiff nipple of her step- mother. "That's right, Mom!" She agreed. Her own nipples were fully erect. Dave noticed a damp spot at the front of the thin material of her white bikini crotch. "I want you to know that I really like Dave! I've already had a little chance to get to "know" him," she said winking, "and he's a very special man."

The older woman's arm wrapped around her waist. She placed her hand just under the bulging material of her step-daughter's skimpy bikini bra. Her finger tips just resting on the skin of the tit that refused to stay confined inside the tiny cup. Denise's tit was pressed against the young woman's side. The material on her top bunched, and her nipple was exposed. Denise ran her other hand under the top where it covered the other nipple. The gesture was natural - like scratching an itch. He saw her fingers pinch the hard nipple. Then she slid her hand down her side, scratched an imaginary itch at the crotch of her shorts. One finger disappeared slyly beneath the shiny, pink satin fabric. A trail of moisture remained on her olive skinned thigh when she removed the questing digit. Denise was looking directly into the young man's eyes during this lurid act. Dave's cock jumped in its tight confines. He was getting more and more aroused.

"Well ladies," He commented. "Don't worry about me. This is your home. You do what's comfortable. I usually don't wear anything around my apartment either. Besides, you both look mighty nice, with - or without - clothes." Dave got from his chair at the table. His stiff dick was trying to get out of his pant leg. The head had this nagging ability to wiggle out for a peek. Dave nonchalantly adjusted the bunched material and slid his cock back inside the shorts. He smiled awkwardly. "Denise," He asked, "How about showing me your plumbing problem?"

"Just follow me, Dave." She replied huskily, as she swayed her hips, walking down the hall. She walked into the master bedroom. The cheeks of her fine ass peeked out from her satin shorts.

The room was plush. The furnishings were more in the style of a Nineteenth Century bordello. The bed cover was red. The back of the door was padded with black leather. The canopy of the king- sized bed was a huge mirror, supported by four dark oak posts. Dave noticed an array of dildos on the lampstand beside the bed. As if she was embarrassed, Denise hurried to the lewd phallic display. She quickly grabbed the largest pliable, pink plastic penis. She tried to hide the twelve inch monster between her firm tits. "Oh! I hope you don't mind. I've not had a man for two weeks, since Jim left on his company's trip. I didn't think about having company today." She said as she slid the huge cock down her front. She pressed the tip against her crotch before she opened a drawer and slid it inside. She swept the other three or four dildos in the assortment into the open drawer. Jim noticed a damp spot at the crotch of her pink shorts. As if nothing had happened, she led him into the bathroom that adjoined the suite.

Jim stood behind the pixy-like woman. She bent over at the hips and opened the cabinet doors under the vanity. "I've noticed the drain leaks under here, Dave. Could you take a look?" She asked - still bent over - her ass pressed against his thick crotch. The thin material of her satin shorts parted her labia. She looked over her shoulder at the young stud. His eyes were staring at her hips.

"I'd be happy to, ma'am." Dave responded huskily. He really liked Vicki. He felt like he'd be betraying her if he fucked her step-mother, but this bitch was begging for it. The scene in the kitchen suggested that this family didn't mind sharing openly. Dave's own philosophy was that of hedonism, however, he had found few other people that could cope with the idea of sharing openly and freely with other sexually. They stood still for a moment.

Denise wanted this young man badly. Her need was at its peak. She had her hair done this morning. The young man she patronized was the best at the salon. His boyish features turned her on. She had been trying to seduce him shamelessly for a year. He enjoyed her attempts, but was a dedicated homo-sexual. Denise thought it was such a waste to limit one's sexuality in such a manner. Now, in spite of her blatant attempts to lure the young service man, he would not make the first move. She decided she was going to get some cock today, and this man was going to service her, if she had to rape him. From the size of the bulge in his pants, she didn't think that she was going to have to go that far.

She moved to the side to let him crawl in next to her, under the cabinet. Dave took out a flashlight and looked at the p-trap. A drop of water had formed under the curve of the stainless steel pipe. Dave's hand shook slightly. In spite of the fact that he had fucked a beautiful woman shortly before, he felt his need grow. The older woman's body scent filled the confined space around them. He was attracted to it like a drone to the queen bee. "Uh..." He stammered, "Yeah, I think I see the problem." He quickly slid out of the cabinet, bumping his head on the low frame. "Oops!" He exclaimed clumsily, rubbing his head.

Denise followed him. "Did you hurt yourself, Dave?" She asked. "Here, let me take a look..." She held his head in her hands and pressed his face between her tits, as she pretended to look in his thick hair for an imaginary cut. Dave's cheeks rested between the deep valley of pleasure at the juncture of her firm breasts. He inhaled deeply. His face was flushed with excitement. She released him slowly.

"I think I'll be alright. Thanks!" He mumbled. If his cock got any tighter in his pants, he was going to faint from the pain. He reached for a wrench, climbing back under the vanity. "I'll have this fixed in a few minutes, but I'll have the water off in the sink until I'm done. Okay?"

When he received no answer, he peeked out to see the woman had disappeared. He reached into his shorts and adjusted his monster hard-on for best comfort. He jacked the throbbing member a couple of strokes to try to help relieve his sexual tension. It didn't help.

He continued with the repair to the plumbing. Unaware that the little dark-haired minx had returned. She admired the firm outline of his manhood. She liked his well-muscled body. His broad, bulging chest reminded her of a weight-lifter. "Do you lift weights, Dave? She asked suddenly.

Dave jumped. He hadn't heard her return. "Yeah. Uh... I'm on the swim team at State U." He continued with his repairs. A sheen of perspiration had formed across his expansive chest.

Denise knelt over his prone form. Her face was inches from his groin. She inhaled his manly scent. Her red tongue flicked out over her lips. Then she disappeared again.

Denise moved over to the bidet. She had removed all her clothes and squatted over the porcelain fixture. She had a collection of shaving materials on the little stand beside her. She playfully diddled her pussy, with her fingers. Her clitoris was unusually large. The little nub looked like a miniature penis. It protruded from the puffy lips of her sopping pussy. It was an angry red knob of flesh about an inch long. She trapped it between two slender fingers. Her cum was close.

The sexual genius in her wanted to wait to take advantage of the young stiff cock only a few feet away. She had been using practically everything else in the house, since her lover, Vicki's father, had left. Denise lathered the pink mound of her sex with shaving cream. She kept herself completely bare. A short stubble had appeared, and needed to be removed. She felt the nudity of her sex enhanced her sexual pleasure. She slowly spread the slippery white foam over her pubic mound and down the crack of her full ass. A dibble of her sexual juices ran out of her vagina and mixed with the cream. She played with her stiff nipples. Her aureoles were also firm and protruded out from the firm mounds of her breasts. The brown circles that surrounded her nipples were two inches across. She closed her eyes imagining the young stud's flaming cock jammed into her tight little pussy. A quiver of sexual thrill flooded her crotch.

About the time she had covered her little pussy with the white mixture, Dave finished and slid out of the hot cabinet. His mouth dropped in surprise at the lewd sight of the elfish woman shaving herself. One of his fantasies had been to eat and fuck a bald pussy. He had always kept his own body completely shaved (except for his head). Even his cock and balls were nude of any hair. Many of his partners found this rarity to be pleasing. Dave stood and turned on the water in the repaired sink. He washed his hands. He bent down and looked under the sink to check his work. Then he closed the cabinet doors. He looked at the lustful woman displayed before him.

"My husband usually takes care of this detail. You seem so handy, do you think you could help me shave my little pussy?" She asked with a wicked smile. One hand kept massaging the white foam between her legs, and the other tweaked her stiff nipples.

Dave unsnapped and unzipped his shorts. He had decided to fuck this woman. He lowered his pants slowly. His cock slid into view. The long, hard member bounced lazily before the woman's face. With its freedom, the sexual member gained its final massive dimensions. The head peeked out from its protective skin.

The combination of Dave's hairless groin and his uncircumcised cock drew Denise like a fly to honey. For a moment, she forgot her own throbbing need. She wanted to worship the young man's cock. She bent forward and sniffed his essence. The her little tongue snaked out to lick the clear droplet of precum on its tip. The monster lept suddenly at the touch of her probing taster. Her tongue quested around under the cock skin. She licked his massive length, and smooth balls.