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Story title : Huge Two

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Huge Two (mother/son...father/daughter)
By Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)


Heather and her son Chris find some unexpected partners 
in their love-play.

Heather made her way home through the afternoon rush 
hour traffic. As usual, her thoughts turned to her son, 
Chris, and their plans for the evening. As a single 
mother she'd had these thoughts countless times on a 
countless number of drives home through the years. Did 
Chris have ball practice, and was it her turn to drive? 
What would they have for dinner? Had he finished his 
homework, and did he have clean clothes for school 
tomorrow?

Of course, Chris was in high school now and many of 
those concerns had changed. Until a few months ago 
though, she had never in her wildest dreams, thought 
that she would be concerned with scheduling sex with 
her son into her plans. 

Heather shook her head with a smile and corrected 
herself. It wasn't whether or not they would have sex, 
but when and how many times.

Chris was not only handsome with a terrific body; he 
was also hung like no other man Heather had ever seen. 
In addition, he was darn near insatiable. There had 
been many times when Chris had absolutely worn out his 
older girlfriend, Cindy, and then after dinner and a 
shower he'd hopped into Heather's bed. 

She felt a deliciously naughty thrill charge through 
her pussy. She knew that part of her arousal was due to 
doing something so forbidden. But the other part was 
that son or not, Chris could fill her pussy and make 
her cum and cum.

She took a long shuddering breath. She couldn't afford 
to get so turned on right now; she had things to do 
before she could play. The traffic thinned as she 
neared home and shortly she pulled into her garage. 

"Chris?" she called out as she entered the house. 

"In the den," his deep voice answered. 

Heather dropped her purse and keys on the kitchen 
counter and walked down a short hallway into the den. 
Chris was seated in a large stuffed leather business 
chair at the family computer with his back turned to 
the door. As Heather walked into the room Chris 
swiveled the chair about. He was wearing nothing but a 
pair of bikini briefs, and his erect cock stuck out of 
his underwear with its head resting on his washboard 
abs.

"Hi Mom," he said as he stroked his cock, and grinned 
like a little boy who had been caught doing something 
naughty but cute. 

Heather laughed and shook her head, "What's the matter? 
Linda still hasn't given in to your charms?" Linda was 
Chris' partner in a project for their history class. So 
far they'd done all of the project's work at her home 
and Linda had made it clear that the project was the 
only thing that they were going to work on. In fact, 
Chris had spent an hour with Linda after school that 
day. 

Chris gave his cock a squeeze and a drop of clear 
precum flowed out of the slit in his cock head. "She's 
so hot I stay hard the whole time I'm over there. And 
no...we haven't even kissed."  He held out his hand, 
inviting his mother to come closer. 

"Oh no you don't. I'm going to eat a quick dinner and 
then go over to the school." Heather was going to 
attend a meet and greet for parents and teachers, and 
she knew that if Chris got his hands on her body she'd 
never get there on time. 

"Oh Mother," Chris complained. "My grades are OK."

"Yes, and I intend to keep them that way. If you're so 
horny, why don't you call Cindy; she can come over 
while I'm at your school." Cindy was his steady 
girlfriend and Heather didn't mind sharing Chris with 
her. Heather knew that she couldn't satisfy her son's 
sexual appetite by herself. 

Chris dropped his arm to his side and spun his chair 
back to the computer. "No, she's all pissed with me 
because I have to spend time with Linda."

Heather stepped up behind her son and rubbed the top of 
his head through his thick blonde hair. "Oh dear, my 
poor little boy can't get enough pussy," she said in 
mock sympathy. 

Chris threw up his hand and said, "That's OK, I'll just 
find some nasty porn on the Internet and whack off." He 
turned his hand to the keyboard and signed on with 
their service provider. He used the screen name 
'Superstud'. 

"OK honey," said Heather matter-of-factly and left the 
room. As she walked to her bedroom Heather thought, how 
can I tell my son not to sate his lust with porn on the 
net when we're having sex nearly every day? Of course, 
she continued to herself, if we committed even more 
incest then maybe he wouldn't need to look at the porn. 
Now how ironic was that?

"Hey Mom," Chris shouted from the den. "Sure you don't 
want to do the deed? Dad'n Daughter are on line. 

Heather felt a fresh surge of hot blood that flooded 
into her pussy and weakened her resolve. Last week, 
during the few minutes it took him to recharge between 
orgasms, Chris had logged onto the net and entered into 
a chat room called Dad-does-Daughter. Before Heather 
could stop him, Chris had struck up a conversation with 
someone who was using the screen name Dad'n Daughter. 
Heather had settled onto Chris' lap and stroked him 
back to hardness while Dad typed up a storm about how 
his daughter was sucking him off.

Heather had said, "Oh Chris, that's just some horny old 
man playing with himself. I doubt that he even has a 
daughter."

Chris had promptly typed in what Heather had said. 

Dad had retorted that he and his daughter were for real 
and he could prove it. Did they have a microphone 
connected to their computer? When Chris answered in the 
affirmative, Dad directed him to a site where they 
could connect by audio. In a few minutes the voices of 
Dad 'n Daughter were coming through the computer 
speakers in Heather's den.

Heather came back to the present. "Are they doing it?" 
she called out to Chris. 

"Hot and fucking," he called back in a teasing voice.

Heather rolled her eyes; she didn't have time for this. 

Chris continued to stroke his cock as he listened to 
Dad 'n Daughter's love play. His cock had been rock 
hard for a solid hour now. He was so horny he was 
nearly drunk with desire. The front of his shorts was 
soaked with precum. 

"He's running his tongue around and around my nipple," 
said Daughter. "And now...ohhh...he's scraping my 
nipple between his tongue and his teeth....mmm...that's 
sending little sparks through my pussy," she moaned.

Chris' hand trembled a bit as he moved the computer's 
microphone closer. "I'm going to have to whack off now; 
I can't take it any more."

"Yeah I know what you mean," said Dad. "I'm about going 
to sink my pecker in Daughter's tight pussy."

Chris heard bumping and shuffling sounds as the couple 
rearranged themselves, and then Dad's voice came back, 
"Where's Mom? I thought you said she was home."

"She has to go somewhere; I don't think she's going 
to...whoa, hold on," said Chris as his mother made an 
appearance at the door. She had stopped in the doorway, 
one hand above her head, elbow resting on the 
doorframe, and her other hand was on her hip. She was 
wearing nothing but a smile and black lacy demi-bra 
that made her generous breasts stand out spectacularly. 

Heather walked over to her son and made a palm up 
rising gesture with her hand. Chris jumped out of the 
office chair and in one smooth motion he swept off his 
shorts, freeing his huge cock to sway about seductively 
in the air. Heather took her son's place in the leather 
chair. It was warm and slick from his perspiration, but 
she didn't mind. She loved his scent. It was a heady 
mixture of sweat and tangy shower soap and the sweet, 
musky aroma of the precum that was dripping from his 
cock.

Heather scooted her butt to the edge of the seat and 
Chris took the hint immediately by dropping to his 
knees and firmly planting his lips on is mother's pussy 
lips. Heather picked up the microphone and held it 
close to her lips. "Hi there," she spoke in a low 
sultry voice. Chris had teased her about that. The low, 
soft and sexy voice that she used was nothing like her 
normal speaking voice. 

"Hi," said Dad, "glad you could join us." His voice 
sounded too youthful to be an adult, and for a while 
Heather had wondered if Dad 'n Daughter weren't a 
Brother 'n Sister in reality. Eventually though, she 
had decided that Dad's mode of speech and syntax made 
him at least as old as she was.

"Yeah, I'm a little behind everybody, I guess," said 
Heather as she pulled Chris' head firmly against her 
pussy. 

"Mmmmm...let me help," said Dad. "I've got my dick 
buried in Daughter's tight, hot cunt. You love it too 
don't you honey?"

"Yes, yes," came the girl's voice over the speakers. 
"He's fucking me slow and steady now."

Heather rolled her hips, hunching her pussy into her 
son's face. His tongue tickled her pussy lips while his 
upper lip massaged her swollen clit. She could feel her 
sexual tension building and building as she listened to 
Daughter moan and groan.  

"Oh fuck," cried Daughter. Faster Daddy, faster, I want 
to cum. Please..."

"Now honey, we want to be polite and wait on Mom," Dad 
said in a teasing tone. 

But Daughter didn't wait; she made it perfectly clear 
that an orgasm was coming. "Uh huh, uh huh, 
yeah...yeah...uh huh," she chanted and then a high-
pitched squeal signaled the peak of her climax. 

"Oh yeah, do her again Dad," said Heather.

"She'll cum as long as I can keep it up," said Dad 
breathlessly.

Suddenly, Heather knew it was time. Her pussy had 
become wet and slick enough for her son's huge penis. 
"OK Chris," she said breathlessly. "Let's do it."

Chris jumped up and stepped back. He put his hands on 
his hips and as Heather watched his cock twitched and a 
glob of precum washed over the oversized head. Heather 
smiled at her son as she stood and braced herself on 
the edge of the desk. 

"He's going to fuck me from behind now," said Heather. 

"Tell me about it," said Dad. 

"He's got the head against my pussy lips. Now he's 
pushing it in. God, that head feels like a big, slick, 
wet ball being pushed in."

"Fuck yeah," moaned Dad.

Heather continued, "Now his shaft is going in...and 
in...and in...and in...and now the base is stretching 
my pussy even wider...and...and now he's all the way 
in. He's kissing my neck and cupping my breasts. 

"Oh shit, yeah," said Dad, and beyond him Daughter was 
doing her little orgasm chant, she was cumming again. 

Chris straightened and grabbed his mother's lush hips. 
He began to move his hips slowly at first and then 
faster and faster, banging hard into his mom's ass.  

Heather loved it when Chris fucked her like this. As 
his groin slammed into her ass, a shock wave traveled 
through her body to tickle her clit, and of course his 
wide cock stretched her pussy so that every nerve 
ending was stimulated. She even imagined that her g-
spot was getting a workout. Or maybe it was just the 
whole depraved moment of a  mother and son having cyber 
sex with strangers, but Heather found herself cumming 
almost immediately. "Uhhhhhhh," she groaned out. I'm 
cumming, Dad....I'm cumming."

"Oh yeah baby," cried Dad. "Cut it loose...cut it 
loose." 

A few seconds later Chris and Heather heard a big gasp 
and then a long groan that signaled Dad's orgasm, 
followed closely by yet another cum by Daughter. 

Then it was Chris' turn. Heather could feel his cock 
swell and then throb in her pussy as it jerked and 
jetted streams of cum that set her off again. Her pussy 
clenched and urged her son to an even better orgasm. By 
the time Heather came back to her senses, the Internet 
connection had been broken and Chris was making 
lethargic strokes with his cock. Heather knew that if 
she didn't do something in a minute he'd be hard as a 
rock and banging her again.

"Chris?"

"Yes?" he answered innocently.

"I'm still going to your school."

"Oh...yeah."

Heather's dinner turned out to be a granola bar that 
she gulped down on the way to Chris' school, and she 
was one of the last parents through the door. A student 
volunteer gave her a map of the school and a list of 
the rooms where she could find Chris's teachers. In a 
few minutes Heather was entering the room to Ms 
Johnson's history class.

Ms Johnson was busy with some other parents, so Heather 
took the opportunity to look around. Apparently the 
kids were studying World War Two, there were several 
projects showing maps and campaigns and models of 
various weapons. There was even a mobile of various 
planes used during the conflict. 

"Pretty impressive, isn't it?" said a voice behind 
Heather.

She turned to see a man in his forties. He had thinning 
sandy hair and he was only an inch or two taller than 
Heather, but he had a nice smile and appeared to be in 
good shape. "Yes, I'm glad I don't have to do anything 
like this."

The man chuckled and said, "I know what you mean. Is 
one of these your child's?"

"Oh no, Chris hasn't finished his yet."

"Chris?" the man asked with raised eyebrows. "Chris is 
your son?"

"Yes."

The man stuck out his hand. "Linda, his partner, is my 
daughter. My name's David."

Heather took his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Heather. 
I'm sorry they've done all the work at your house. We 
have plenty of room."

David shook his head. "It's no problem. They're using 
my computer. I do design work so the monitor's real big 
and I have all sorts of software they can use."

"That's nice of you."

"I do have one problem with Chris," said David.

Oh no, thought Heather. What's he done?

"He tends to eat all the snack food in the house," 
David laughed. 

"Sorry about that," said Heather. "He has large 
appetites." For more than food, she added to herself. 

David looked thoughtful for a second and then said, "I 
have an idea. How about..."

**

When Heather returned home that night, Chris was in her 
bed watching television. He began to stroke his cock to 
full hardness as he watched his mother undress. 

"I met Linda's father tonight," said Heather.

"Good ol' David?" said Chris. "He's a pretty good guy."

Heather, now naked, crawled into bed beside Chris. 
"He's invited us to dinner on Saturday night."

"Oh Mom," Chris squirmed. "I don't want to do that, 
it's...it's so geeky."

"Why not? You and Linda can work on your project after 
we eat. It'll be nice."

Chris rolled on his side as he rubbed precum over the 
head of his cock, making it slick for his mother's 
pussy. He was about to move between her thighs when 
Heather crossed her legs at the ankles and locked her 
arms firmly across her breasts. 

Heather looked at her son expectantly. "We are going to 
eat with David and Linda, aren't we?"

Chris saw his mother's posture and sighed. "I suppose 
so," he said. 

"That's nice honey," said Heather as she opened her 
legs and wrapped her arms around Chris' neck.

Chris rolled his eyes, "I can't believe it," he said. " 
I'm being pussy whipped by my mother."

**

On Saturday night, Dave met Chris and Heather at the 
door. "Come on in," he said, ushering them inside. They 
stepped into living room that was obviously the center 
of the home. There was a small fireplace with gas logs 
in one corner; one entire wall was covered by a 
bookcase and entertainment center, and in another 
corner was a huge desk containing a computer and all 
the odds and ends of a home office. Besides an office 
chair for the desk, there were a couple of overstuffed 
chairs and a comfortable looking couch that made up the 
room's furniture.

A young woman entered the room from an interior door. 
Dave said, "Heather, this is my daughter Linda." 

"So nice to meet you, finally," said Heather taking the 
girls hand. She could see why Chris got aroused every 
time he was around this girl; she was lovely. She was 
tall and slim with sun streaked brown hair and large 
brown eyes. Her breasts weren't as big as Heather's but 
she was wearing a pair of tight shorts that showed off 
a pair of fantastic legs.

Dave got everyone drinks, beer for the adults and sodas 
for the teens. Linda brought in chips and dip. They all 
sat around and talked until Linda said, "Dad, if you 
don't get busy with those steaks we're never going to 
eat."

"Have you got everything else ready?" he asked.

"It'll be ready by the time you get the steaks done."

"Oh yeah? Sounds like a challenge to me," said Dave, 
grinning as he arose and headed for the kitchen.

Linda hurried right behind him. "Chris, show your 
mother our project," she said over her shoulder as she 
left the room.

Chris laughed as the father and daughter left the room. 
"They're like that all the time," he said to Heather. 

He went over to the computer and turned it on. "This is 
the first time I've ever seen this thing not running." 
In a minute the operating system finished loading and 
Chris was looking over the program icons. "Hey look," 
he said to his mother. "They've got the same Internet 
provider that we have."

Chris started the Internet program. "I wonder what 
screen names they use?"

"Chris, that's none of our business," said Heather, but 
Chris had already clicked on the button that would show 
the multiple choice of screen names.

"Holy shit!" cried Chris in a strangled whisper. 

"Chris, your language," admonished his mother. 

"No, no look at this," said Chris, motioning his mother 
over with excited gestures.   

Heather didn't move, but her curiosity got the better 
of her. "What is it?"

"They," he said in a stage whisper, frantically 
pointing in the direction of the kitchen, "are Dad 'n 
Daughter," he finished, tapping the monitor screen.

"Noooo..."said Heather. You didn't meet people like Dad 
'n Daughter. They were just playmates, out 
there...somewhere. "It's just a coincidence. They just 
happen to be using the same name."

"Nobody can have the same name on our server, Mom. It 
would screw up the e-mail."

"Well then, it's...it's spelled differently."

Chris gave her a sexy grin, "No, I'm sure. They're 
them."

Heather's mind seemed to go blank. She took long gulps 
of her beer as she watched Chris get rid of the 
Internet program and bring up the much-worked on 
project. He gave a thorough explanation of the various 
graphs and pictures that showed on the screen, but 
Heather couldn't follow any of it. Her mind was filled 
with images of Dave and Linda screwing their brains out 
right where Chris was sitting. Before she knew it, 
Linda was calling them into the dining room.

Three glasses of wine helped Heather loosen up during 
dinner. David was charming, and Linda could certainly 
hold up her end of the conversation. Chris didn't say 
much, but he kept giving his mother little winks and 
grins which she tried to ignore.

When dinner was over everyone returned to the living 
room. Linda and Dave sat on the sofa close to one 
another. In fact, they were touching at shoulder, hip 
and thigh. Chris plopped into one of the overstuffed 
chairs and then patted the tops of his thighs as he 
grinned and looked up expectantly at his mother. 

Heather had had just enough wine and beer to accept his 
invitation. She snuggled into Chris' lap and placed an 
arm around his neck as he possessively wrapped his arms 
about her waist. She smiled at Linda and Dave and said, 
"I'm stuffed, you two make a good team in the kitchen."

"Thanks," said Dave. "I taught her everything I know 
about cooking."

Linda snorted and said, "Yeah, that took about five 
minutes."

Dave playfully poked his daughter in the ribs and when 
she tried to retaliate he grabbed her hand. They 
tussled until Dave had a hold of both her hands, then 
as they were looking into each other's eyes Dave began 
to share kisses with his daughter. Their first kiss was 
a father-daughter peck on the lips, but the ones that 
followed certainly weren't.  

Heather could see tongues thrashing around and their 
kiss seemed to go on forever. She swore she could feel 
Chris' cock begin to pulse and distend under her butt. 
His hand moved from her waist to cup her breast, and 
then he began to nuzzle her neck. When Dave finally 
broke off the kiss with his daughter Heather surprised 
herself by blurting out, "Then you two really are Dad 
'n Daughter."

Dave nodded, "And Chris is Superstud."

Heather shook her head in confusion. "But how did you 
know?"

Dave shrugged, "Well, Chris has been around here quite 
a bit, and Superstud sort of sounded like him, although 
when he's on the computer he tends to lower that sexy 
voice, like his mom." As he spoke Dave deepened his 
voice until it was just a barely audible rumble. 

Heather and Chris laughed.

"Besides," he continued, "your description of his cock 
pretty well matched the swelling I saw in his pants 
whenever he was around Linda. Either that, or he was 
carrying around a fire hose in his pocket."

 Heather said, "But you two don't sound anything like 
you do on the computer."

Dave shrugged, "I do electronic design. I thought it 
might be a good idea to tie in a circuit that would 
disguise our voices."

Everyone was silent for several long seconds as Chris 
continued to fondle his mother's breasts and kiss her 
neck. Linda, on the other hand, had suddenly turned 
shy. She looked as if she was trying to crawl behind 
her father's shoulder.   

"Well," said Dave, clearing his throat loudly and 
nodding at Chris. "I see at least one of us isn't 
embarrassed by all these revelations."  

Heather could feel Chris' hands grow bolder. In a few 
seconds she knew that he would be sliding his fingers 
up the legs of her shorts and into her pussy. She 
turned her head and whispered in his ear, "You're ready 
to cum aren't you?"

"Uh huh," he murmured.

"And you'd like for me to jack you off, or suck you 
off, or surround that cock of yours with hot, wet 
pussy?"

"Ohhhh yeah, Mom," he moaned, squirming his crotch 
against her butt.

"And you don't want to wait until we get home, do you?"

"Huh uh."

"Then why don't you get up and do a little strip for 
Linda and Dave, just to really get them into it."

Chris scooted forward in the chair and then stood up 
with his mother in his arms as easily as if she were a 
child. Heather squealed as Chris spun around once and 
then set her lightly on her feet. She stepped back; 
Chris had done a strip routine for her more than once. 

Chris bent from the waist and placed his hands together 
on the floor. Then he swung his legs forward until his 
weight rested on his hands while he hovered inches 
above the floor in a sitting position. He eased himself 
to the floor and then kicked off his shoes and socks. 
Reversing his movements, Chris was quickly back on his 
feet, gyrating his body to an inner beat. He slowly 
pulled his shirt from his shorts and began to raise it 
over his head.

Heather never tired of looking at her son's body. He 
had broad shoulders and bulging pec's that lead to 
washboard ab's and a narrow waist. As he threw his 
shirt aside, Heather could see that Linda had her eyes 
locked on Chris.        

Chris ground his hips seductively as he strutted over 
to the couch. When he was within inches of Linda's 
legs, he hooked his thumbs into his shorts and then, in 
one smooth move, he was naked. Linda's eyes followed 
his huge cock as it twitched and bobbed inches from her 
face. She was raising her hand as if to touch it when 
her father grabbed her arm.

Dave pulled her off the couch and loudly cleared his 
throat. "Why don't we take this into the bedroom," he 
announced. 

A minute later they were all on the king-sized bed in 
Dave's room. Everyone was naked except that Dave was 
still wearing his shorts. His mouth was locked on his 
daughter's shaved pussy. Heather had crawled on top of 
Chris with her knees on either side of his waist. His 
mouth played with her nipples while his cock pumped her 
steadily.

Heather looked over to Linda. The girl had one hand on 
her father's head as she hunched her pussy against his 
lips. She sucked on a finger as she watched Chris' cock 
drive in and out of Heather's pussy. 

Linda was mesmerized. Her father had told her that his 
cock was average size, but Linda could see that the 
amount of Chris's flesh that never even made it into 
Heather's pussy was longer and thicker than her 
father's entire penis. She dreamed about all that cock-
meat filling her pussy and she came with a squeal. 

Heather saw Linda cum and when the girl's eyes focused 
again Heather gestured toward Chris' cock and then 
raised her eyebrows in question. Linda emphatically 
nodded yes, but then she pointed to her father as if to 
say, 'What about him?'

Heather winked and pulled herself off Chris and jumped 
off the bed. 

"Mom!" Chris whined. He had been about two seconds from 
shooting his stuff. He grabbed his cock and began to 
pump it furiously. In just a few strokes a dozen full 
streams of cum erupted from the swollen head and fell 
back onto Chris' hand and torso. 

Heather walked around the bed and gently pulled Dave 
away from his daughter. Dave stood up reluctantly and 
then watched as Chris scooted across the bed and took 
Linda in his arms. In a second the two kids were 
shearing a furious kiss as their hands explored one 
another's bodies. 

"But, but..." protested Dave as he watched his daughter 
in Chris' clutches. 

"They'll be all right," said Heather as she led him 
back to the other side of the big bed. "You know, you 
look very overdressed in those shorts."

Dave looked sheepish as he slowly pulled off his 
underwear. "Your son is pretty intimidating."

Heather looked down. Dave's cock was full but certainly 
not ridged as it was drooping to one side. She pushed 
him onto the bed and then crawled in over him. "You 
have nothing to be ashamed of," Heather said just 
before she licked the precum from the head of his cock 
and then took the whole length of him into her mouth. 

Heather drew her lips around Dave's cock and sucked him 
to full hardness. She couldn't do this with Chris; she 
had to strain to get just the head of his huge erection 
in her mouth. When he was stiff, Heather took her mouth 
off Dave and then she stroked him with her hand as she 
moved up his body. Just as she had with Chris, she 
fitted Dave's cock in her pussy and the laid her 
breasts on his chest and rested her head on his 
shoulder. This felt nice. Chris was all hard muscle and 
bony angles, whereas Dave, although he was trim, had a 
comfortable softness about him. 

The two adults turned their heads in time to see Chris 
grab his cock and rub lubricating precum all over 
Linda's pussy lips. Then he pushed those lips aside and 
carefully eased his cock into Linda's pussy. Linda 
gasped but it was in surprise and pleasure, not pain. 
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Chris' 
waist. In seconds the two teens were humping hard 
enough to make the whole bed shake. 

"Oh yes, yes, uh huh, yeah, uh huh..." Linda chanted, 
and then she came. And then she came again and again. 

Heather sat up, her heart was pounding and her face and 
tits were burning. The kids were mindlessly driving 
each other to higher and higher passion. Heather had 
never seen anything so hot, and she couldn't remember 
ever being this turned on. She planted her hands on 
Dave's hairy chest and began to furiously bang her 
pussy up and down on his cock. Dave rubbed and played 
with her nipples and she came twice before he shuddered 
and groaned out his own cum. 

A second later Chris' buttocks clenched and he shot his 
second big load of the evening into Linda. Heather 
could see streams of his cum wash back over his cock 
and drip onto the bed.

Heather rolled off Dave and lay next to him. "You throw 
a nice dinner party," she murmured in his ear. 

Dave moved to kiss Heather on the lips and then he 
began to leave little kisses across her breasts and 
then down toward her pussy. "It isn't over with yet," 
he said with a grin. 

Heather looked over at Chris. He was on his back and 
Linda was using both hands to bring his only slightly 
wilted cock back to a full erection. 

End     

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