His Neighbor and Her Daughter

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By HornDog

Walking through his neighbor’s yard caused his life to go in a direction he didn’t expect.

Gary stepped out of his house, the warm sun beating down on his bare shoulders. The smell of freshly cut grass filled the air, a sweet summer scent that made his heart race just a little faster. The world felt alive, and so did he.

He meandered down the sloping backyard, feeling the cool blades tickle his feet as he approached the fence that separated his property from thirty-two year old Corrie’s. She was his neighbor, a woman whose presence made his skin tingle and his nasty thoughts stray to places they probably shouldn’t.

Corrie’s yard was always meticulously kept, a stark contrast to the wild, untamed patch of land that was his domain. He watched her through the slats, her movements fluid as she tended to the garden that she was so proud of. Gary always walked through her yard to get to the street to visit friends. Corrie knew this, and allowed him to use her yard.

She was a vision of beauty, her skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat that made her look like a goddess amidst the greenery. She was a few years older, in her early twenties, and the way she moved was like a dance, a silent promise of secrets only she knew.

As if drawn by an invisible force, he found himself crossing the boundary, the grass cooler and more inviting under his feet. Corrie was at the far side of her house, lifting the lid of the trash can and tossing in a bag.

The T-shirt she wore hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and when she bent over, the fabric stretched, giving him a glimpse of what lay beneath. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her round ass cheeks peeking out, the pink thong a scandalous revelation against her tanned skin.

Her laughter floated on the breeze, a sound that always made his heart stutter. He knew he should leave, that he was invading her privacy, but his feet remained rooted to the spot. She straightened up, wiping her hands on her shorts, and turned to face him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had felt his gaze, had known he was there, and she had given him a show without a single word. The power of the moment thrummed between them, a silent invitation that made his blood rush and his body respond.

Gary felt his cheeks redden, his heart racing like a wild animal in his chest. She sauntered over to the fence, her hips swaying in a way that made him ache. She leaned against it, the wood creaking under her weight, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. “You’re getting quite the view there, aren’t you, little neighbor?” she drawled, a hint of challenge in her voice.

He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. “I-I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, his eyes dropping to the ground.

Her laughter was like a siren’s call, making him look up. “Don’t be shy,” she said, her tone dropping to a sultry purr. “I don’t mind sharing.”

With a flick of her wrist, she beckoned him closer, the invitation unmistakable. His heart thumping in his ears, he approached the fence, the heat of her body reaching out to him, warming him in a way the sun never could. “You want to come in?” she asked, and before he could answer, she turned and disappeared into the house, leaving the back door wide open.

The scent of her perfume lingered, a sweet and spicy scent that made his head swim. He took a tentative step forward, the anticipation building in his stomach like a coil of hot wire. He knew he was about to step into a world of new experiences, of lessons that would change him forever. And he was ready.

He slipped through the open door, the coolness of the air conditioning wrapping around him like a lover’s embrace. The house was quiet, the only sound the distant murmur of the TV. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of her, the curve of her hips as she bent over the sofa, searching for the remote. Her T-shirt had ridden up, exposing the fullness of her ass, and he couldn’t help but stare, his eyes tracing the line of her spine to where it met the fabric.

Corrie straightened up, the remote in hand, and turned to face him. She saw the hunger in his gaze and took a deliberate step closer. “You’re so eager,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “I like that.”

He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing. Instead, he took another step, closing the gap between them. She reached out, her fingertips grazing his bare chest, sending shivers down his spine. Her touch was electric, a promise of the pleasure that was to come. She led him through the house, down the hallway to her bedroom, a sanctum of silk and lace. The door clicked shut behind them, and the world outside was forgotten.

Her bed was a sea of white, the sheets rumpled and inviting. She sat on the edge, her legs parted just enough to give him a hint of what lay beneath. “Do you know what you want?” she asked, her eyes never leaving his.

He nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I want to make you feel good.”

She laughed again, that low, throaty chuckle that made him feel like he was the only man in the world who could ever satisfy her. “Good boy,” she purred, patting the space beside her. “But before you do that, you need to learn.”

He sat down, his heart racing as she turned to face him, her legs curling around his. She placed his hand on her thigh, guiding it up under her T-shirt. Her skin was hot and smooth, and he could feel the goosebumps rise as he touched her. She took his hand in hers, moving it higher, until his palm rested against her firm, round breast.

Her nipple was hard, a pebble under his touch, and she gasped as he tentatively began to rub it. “Yes,” she breathed. “Just like that.”

Her eyes closed, and she leaned back, giving him full access. He explored her body, learning the way she liked to be touched, the soft sighs that escaped her lips guiding him. His other hand found its way to her waist, sliding around to the small of her back, pulling her closer until he could feel the heat of her sex against his leg.

Her hand found his, bringing it lower, until he was cupping her through her shorts. She was wet, the fabric damp, and he could feel the throb of her desire. She guided his fingers to the zipper, and he fumbled with it, eager to feel her bare skin.

When he finally pulled her shorts down, exposing her, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, pink and swollen, glistening with need. She took his hand again, pressing his thumb against her clit. “This is where the magic happens,” she said, her voice a whisper. “This is where I want you to focus.”

He did as she instructed, his thumb circling as she moaned softly. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him closer, until he could feel the heat of her breath on his neck. “Put your mouth here,” she instructed, her hand moving to the back of his head, guiding him down.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in, his mouth finding her, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was sweet and salty, a flavor he hadn’t known existed. He licked and sucked, following her soft cries, her hips rising to meet his mouth.

Her hand was in his hair now, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his scalp as she approached climax. He could feel her body tighten, could hear the way her breath hitched, and he knew he was doing it right.

And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body shaking with the force of it. He pulled back, watching her, feeling the power of what he had just done to her.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at him, her pupils dilated with lust. “Your turn,” she said, her voice husky.

He didn’t protest as she pushed him back on the bed, her body straddling his. She reached for the button on his shorts, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled the zipper down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she licked her lips in anticipation. He felt a mix of fear and excitement, but mostly the latter. He watched as she leaned over him, her breasts hanging like ripe fruit, her hair cascading down to tickle his stomach.

Her hand wrapped around his length, her grip firm and sure. She stroked him slowly, watching his reactions, learning his rhythm. “You like that?” she asked, her voice a siren’s song.

He could only nod, his hips jerking slightly as she touched him. She leaned in closer, her breath warm on his skin as she whispered, “Tell me when you’re going to come. I want to see it in your eyes.”

The sensation was overwhelming, the way she touched him, the way she looked at him. He could feel the tension building, his balls tightening. He gripped the bed sheets, trying to hold back, but she knew. Her strokes grew faster, more insistent, until he was panting and begging for release.

When he finally came, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. He arched off the bed, his vision going white as he spilled himself into her hand. She watched him, her eyes filled with a strange mix of satisfaction and hunger. He felt embarrassed, but she only leaned in to kiss him, the taste of himself still on her lips.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft exploration of his mouth. But as his breathing evened out, it grew deeper, more urgent. Her tongue danced with his, and he found himself responding, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. He could feel her heat, the wetness of her pussy pressing against his thigh.

They broke apart, both panting, and she climbed off the bed, her body a blur of motion as she stripped off her T-shirt and panties. She stood before him, naked and unashamed, her body a testament to the beauty of a woman’s form. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples dark and erect, and her pussy was still glistening from his touch.

“Now,” she said, her voice low and demanding, “it’s time for your real lesson.”

Without another word, she climbed back onto the bed, straddling him once more. This time, she guided his cock inside her, the feeling of her warm, tight wetness making him gasp. She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her breasts bouncing with each movement.

He watched in awe as she took control, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the desire in her, the need that matched his own. He reached up to touch them, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, and she threw her head back, a low moan escaping her throat.

Their bodies moved together, a dance of lust and passion that neither of them had ever experienced before. He felt the tension building inside her, the way her muscles tightened around him, and knew she was close. He thrust deeper, his hips meeting hers with an urgency that surprised even him.

And then she was coming, her body shuddering as she cried out, her nails digging into his chest. He could feel her pussy clench around him, milking him, and it was all he could do to hold on, to keep going until she was spent.

When she collapsed against him, her body limp and her breathing ragged, he knew that he had truly become a man. And as they lay there, sweat-slicked and sated, he knew that this was just the beginning of their lessons together.

Corrie’s hand trailed down his chest, her fingers playing idly with the hairs that had just begun to sprout. “There’s so much more I want to show you,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Her foot nudged his thigh, and without a word, she lifted it to his face, her toes wiggling before his eyes. They were painted a glossy red, the same color as the rose that grew just outside her bedroom window. He looked up at her, unsure, and she nodded, a knowing smile on her lips. He leaned in, his mouth parting to take one of her toes into his mouth.

The taste of her skin, the feel of her softness under his tongue, was like nothing he had ever experienced. He sucked gently, feeling her quiver, and knew that this was a new kind of power he held. She liked it, liked the way he worshipped her feet, and he could feel the heat building in her again. Her hand found his cock, already beginning to harden, and she began to stroke him in time with his suckling.

Her toes curled as she grew more and more aroused, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that matched the beat of his heart. He could feel her pleasure building, her breath hitching in her throat as she moaned his name. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing the tender flesh, and she gasped, her body arching.

Her orgasm was like a wave breaking over her, her legs trembling as she came, her hand tightening around his cock. He could feel the stickiness of her juices on his stomach, a testament to their shared passion. And as she lay there, her chest heaving, she brought his mouth back to hers, her kiss tasting of salt and sweetness.

They kissed like that for a long moment, their bodies tangled together, the scent of sex heavy in the air. And then she was moving again, her hands exploring his body, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses along his neck and chest. She took his hand and placed it between her legs, showing him how she liked to be touched, her breath catching as his fingers found their way inside her.

He felt the slickness of her, the heat of her, and knew that he was lost to her forever. She was his first love, his first teacher, and he would do anything to make her happy. He stroked her, his thumb circling her clit, feeling her tense and release under his touch. Her nails dug into his back as she climbed higher and higher, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

And when she came again, it was like a symphony, a crescendo of pleasure that echoed through the room. They lay there, their hearts pounding in unison, their bodies slick with sweat and love. The world outside had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the feeling of her skin against his, the taste of her on his lips, and the promise of more to come.

Their lessons had only just begun, and Gary knew that every moment with Corrie would be a revelation, a chance to learn the secrets of the body and the heart. He was eager for more, eager to explore the depths of her desires, to become the man she needed him to be.

Her hand found his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw as she looked into his eyes. “You’re a fast learner,” she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. “But there’s so much more I need to teach you.”

With that, she rolled over, her ass in the air, and looked back at him over her shoulder. “Now, let’s see if you can make me scream,” she said, her voice a dare.

He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He moved behind her, his cock already hard again at the sight of her open to him. He slid into her, feeling her tightness clench around him, and began to thrust. She was like a wild animal, her moans growing louder and more desperate with every stroke.

The bed rocked under their weight, the headboard thumping against the wall in a steady rhythm that seemed to match the beat of their hearts. And as the sun began to set outside, painting the room with shadows and light, they found themselves lost in a world of pure, unbridled passion, a world where nothing else mattered but the feel of skin on skin.

Gary’s hips pounded into hers, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she held her breath in anticipation. “Fuck me, Gary,” she chanted, the words a mantra that spurred him on. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Her cries grew more desperate, more demanding, and he knew she was close. He reached around, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in tight, fast circles. She threw her head back, her hair a wild mess of gold as she moaned his name, her voice hoarse with passion. “Yes,” she hissed, “just like that.”

He increased his pace, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her harder. “Fuck me, Gary!” she screamed, the words echoing in his ears like a siren’s call. He could feel his own climax building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing unbearable.

Her pussy was tight and wet, squeezing him with every thrust. His hand moved faster on her clit, feeling her body tense up as she approached the precipice. He watched her in the mirror, her breasts bouncing, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she chanted, her voice rising with each word.

Her nails dug into the sheets, her body writhing beneath him as he drove into her, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. And then she was there, her orgasm tearing through her like a tornado, making her scream out his name. “AHHHHH!” she yelled, her voice raw and primal.

Her pussy clenched around him, the walls pulsing as she came. He could feel the warmth of her release, the slickness of her juices, and it was all he needed. With one final, desperate thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his own cry joining hers as he filled her with his seed.

Their bodies trembled together, lost in the aftermath of their shared release. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their harsh breathing and the pounding of their hearts. And then she collapsed against the bed, her body limp and sated.

He pulled out of her, the feeling of emptiness making him gasp. He rolled onto his side, his cock still hard, glistening with her cum. She turned to face him, a lazy smile on her lips. “Good boy,” she murmured, her eyes half-closed.

He couldn’t help but preen under her praise, his chest swelling with pride. He had done it. He had made Corrie come, made her scream his name. It was a heady feeling, one that he never wanted to let go of.

Her hand reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Now,” she said, her voice low and seductive, “it’s my turn to show you what I can do.”

With a grace that belied the passion that had just racked her body, she slithered down the bed, her eyes never leaving his. She took his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she began to suck. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him gritting his teeth.

He watched as she took him deep, her throat working around his length. He could feel the tension building again, his cock swelling even more as she sucked harder. And then she was coming up, her hand still working him as she kissed him, sharing her taste.

Her eyes were dark with desire, her breath hot against his skin. “I want you to cum in my mouth,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist. He nodded, his hips jerking as he felt himself approaching the edge once more.

Her mouth went back to his cock, her tongue dancing over the sensitive skin. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing unbearable. And with a final, desperate thrust, he came, his semen filling her mouth as she moaned around him.

Their eyes met, and he could see the satisfaction in hers as she swallowed, licking her lips. “Mmm,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You taste delicious.”

He couldn’t help but grin, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the aftermath of their lovemaking. He had never felt so alive, so wanted. And he knew that this was only the beginning of their exploration, that Corrie had so much more to teach him about the art of pleasure.

They lay there for a while, their bodies tangled together, basking in the glow of their shared ecstasy. And as the night closed in around them, the only sounds in the room were their whispered words and the sweet, sweet promise of what was still to come.

“You’re going to do something nasty to me,” she finally said, a smile playing on her lips as she looked into his eyes. “You’re going to lick my butthole.”

The words were like a slap across the face, jolting him out of his post-coital daze. He felt a thrill run through him, a mix of excitement and nerves. He had never done anything like that before, but the way she said it, so casually, so confidently, made him want to try.

He nodded, his cock already beginning to stir again at the thought. She rolled over, presenting her ass to him, and he couldn’t help but stare. It was perfect, two plump cheeks that begged to be touched, to be worshipped.

Her hand reached back, her fingers spreading herself open for him. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. He could smell her, musky and earthy, and the scent only made him harder. He kissed the base of her spine, the tender spot where it met her buttocks, and she shivered.

His tongue darted out, tentatively at first, to taste her. She was salty and sweet, a flavor that was utterly intoxicating. He licked up the cleft of her ass, feeling her quiver beneath him. He knew he had to be gentle, had to make her feel good.

Her breath hitched as his tongue found the tight, puckered hole. He flicked it gently, the sensation making her squirm. “Yes,” she breathed, pushing back against him. “Just like that.”

He grew bolder, his tongue pushing against her, probing the tight ring of muscle. She was so wet, so open to him, and he could feel her body responding, her pussy growing slick with arousal.

He licked and kissed her ass, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as he explored. And as he felt her tense up, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, he knew he had found the right spot.

Her body began to shake, her moans growing louder and more desperate. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. He was lost in the moment, in the taste and feel of her, in the power of giving her pleasure. And when she finally came, it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Her body convulsed, her muscles tightening around his tongue as she screamed his name.

He pulled back, watching as she lay there, her body limp and trembling. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “You’re a natural,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

He couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of pride swell in his chest. He had done something that no one else had ever done to her, had brought her to heights she hadn’t known before. It was a heady feeling, one that made him want more.

He knew that there would be more lessons to come, more boundaries to push and pleasures to explore. And as he lay beside her, feeling the stickiness of their combined releases on his skin, he knew that he was ready for whatever she had in store for him.

Her hand reached for his cock, already hard again, and she began to stroke him. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice a low purr.

He nodded, unable to find the words to express just how much he had enjoyed it. She chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I knew you would,” she said. “And I can’t wait to see what else you’re capable of.”

Their bodies moved together, their hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm that seemed to speak of all the things they had yet to do. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the sweet scent of sex, and the promise of more to come.

And as the night grew darker, their passion grew brighter, a flame that would burn for hours, for days, for as long as they allowed it. They were lost in a world of lust and desire, a world where nothing else mattered but the feel of each other’s bodies, the taste of each other’s kisses.

Their love was a wild, untamed thing, a force of nature that could not be contained. And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, Corrie had a thought that sent a thrill through her. She slid out from under Gary’s arm, her naked body gliding over the cool sheets as she moved to the edge of the bed. She looked back at him, her eyes gleaming with an idea that had just taken root in her mind.

“Britney,” she called out, her voice a soft purr that seemed to vibrate through the air.

Gary’s eyes went wide, his heart racing as he heard the door open and Corrie’s daughter, Britney, step into the room. She was only fourteen, a year younger than him, but already her body was beginning to blossom into something beautiful.

“What is it, Mom?” she asked, her voice sleepy and confused.

Corrie looked back at him, a knowing smile on her lips. “I want you to come over here,” she said, her eyes never leaving his. “And I want you to show your friend what a good girl you are.”

Britney blinked, looking from her mother to him and back again. But she didn’t protest. Instead, she walked over to the bed, her small, perky breasts bouncing with each step. She had the same golden hair as Corrie, and the same mischievous spark in her eyes.

“Strip,” Corrie ordered, her voice firm.

Britney’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, but she did as she was told, her small hands moving to the hem of her nightgown. She pulled it over her head, revealing her naked body to the world. Her breasts were small, but perfect, the nipples already hard and pointing straight ahead.

Her pubic hair was a small, neat triangle, a stark contrast to the lushness of her mother’s. She looked at him shyly, her eyes downcast, but he could see the excitement in the way she bit her lower lip. He knew she was curious, that she wanted this as much as he did.

He watched as she climbed onto the bed, her legs straddling his chest. Her pussy was right in front of his face, pink and wet, and he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. His cock jerked in response, eager for what was to come.

Corrie leaned over, her breasts brushing against his cheek. “Go ahead,” she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. “Taste her.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the soft folds of Britney’s pussy. She gasped, her body jerking in response, and he knew he had found the right spot. He licked and kissed, exploring the sensitive skin, feeling her quiver beneath his touch.

Britney’s eyes were wide with shock and pleasure, her hands fisting in the sheets as she began to rock her hips against his face. Corrie watched, her hand moving to her own clit as she stroked herself, her eyes never leaving the sight of her daughter’s pussy being pleasured by the boy she had chosen to teach her.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slick wetness of their bodies melding together, as Corrie watched with a mix of fascination and arousal. Britney’s eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as her young body was claimed by the eager fifteen-year-old. Corrie’s hand moved faster over her own clit, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt her own climax building.

Gary’s tongue flicked and teased, bringing Britney closer and closer to the edge. Corrie could see the tension in her daughter’s body, the way her muscles tightened around his mouth. She knew that look, knew that feeling all too well. She had taught her daughter well, had prepared her for this moment, and now she watched with pride as he brought her to the brink.

With a final, desperate moan, Britney came, her hips bucking wildly as her orgasm washed over her. Corrie watched as the girl’s pussy spasmed around his tongue, her juices flowing like a river. She felt her own release begin to build, her body shaking with the intensity of her desire. “Fuck her,” she breathed, her voice strained. “Fuck her like you mean it.”

Gary didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back, his face glistening with Britney’s cum, and positioned his cock at her entrance. He pushed inside, her tight, young pussy wrapping around him like a glove. Britney gasped, her eyes flying open as she felt the fullness of him. Corrie watched as her daughter took him, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his.

The sight was almost too much to bear. Corrie’s orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing as she watched her lover claim her child. It was a moment she had dreamed of, a taboo fantasy brought to life in the most exquisite way possible. She could feel her pussy clench around her own hand, her body shaking with the power of her climax.

And as she came, she knew that this was just the beginning. There would be more nights like this, more moments of shared pleasure. They were a trio now, bound together by the ties of lust and love, and nothing would ever be the same again. The world outside their bedroom door faded away, leaving only the three of them, lost in a sea of desire.

Their bodies moved together, a symphony of passion that played out on the bed. Britney’s moans grew louder, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her, filling her completely. Corrie watched, her own hand still working her clit, her eyes never leaving the sight of her daughter’s face, lost in ecstasy.

It was a moment that would be burned into his memory forever, the feeling of Britney’s tight pussy around his cock, her cries of pleasure echoing in his ears. And as he felt her tense up, as he knew she was about to come again, he couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets Corrie had to teach him, what other pleasures they could discover together.

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his, and he knew she could see the question in his gaze. She smiled, a knowing smile that spoke of secrets and promise. “You’re just getting started,” she murmured, her voice a soft caress. “There’s so much more to learn.”

Their bodies moved in a silent dance, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. And as Britney’s orgasm hit, her pussy clenching around him like a vice, he knew that he was ready for whatever came next. The world outside the bedroom door was forgotten, replaced by the warm embrace of the two women who had captured his heart and his soul.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breathing ragged and uneven. But they didn’t stop. They couldn’t stop. The hunger between them was insatiable, a fire that burned hotter with every touch, every kiss, every shared moan.

The night was still young, and they had so much more to explore.

Corrie’s eyes never left his as she spoke in that low, commanding tone that made his cock throb. “Suck her toes,” she said, nodding towards Britney’s delicate, dainty feet. “Show her how much you want to please us.”

Gary swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to Britney’s toes, so close to his mouth. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and took one into his mouth. She gasped, her body arching off the bed, and he knew he had found another sensitive spot. He sucked and licked, feeling her toes curl and uncurl with every stroke of his tongue.

Her eyes were wide with surprise and pleasure, and he watched as she bit her lip, trying to contain the moan that built in her throat. Corrie’s hand was still on her pussy, her fingers moving in time with the rhythm of his sucking. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice a purr of satisfaction. “You’re learning so quickly.”

Britney’s body was tight with tension, her pussy swollen and begging for his attention. He could feel her toes flexing, her legs quivering with every touch of his tongue. He moved to her other foot, giving her big toe the same treatment, feeling her hips rock against her mother’s hand in response.

Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her pleasure. He sucked harder, his eyes locked on hers, watching as she lost herself in the sensation. And when she came again, her body bowing like a bow, her toes curling around his tongue, he felt a sense of pride swell in his chest.

The air was thick with lust and need, the scent of sex a heady perfume that only served to drive them higher. Corrie leaned in, her mouth finding his, and he could taste himself on her, a flavor that was intoxicating.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Britney’s cries grew softer. She was lost in the aftermath of her orgasm, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He knew that she was still sensitive, still open to whatever he had to give her.

He slid up the bed, his cock nudging against her swollen folds. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he didn’t hesitate. He pushed inside, feeling her tightness surround him like a warm embrace. She gasped into her mother’s mouth, her nails digging into his back as he began to fuck her in earnest.

Their bodies moved together, a silent symphony of passion that needed no words to express. He could feel Corrie’s hand on his ass, guiding him deeper, harder, pushing him to claim Britney fully. And as he felt her pussy tighten around him, he knew that he had found his place in this world, that he belonged to them, to their shared hunger.

Their rhythm grew wild, their hips crashing together in a frenzy of desire. Britney’s breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, feeling her body spasm around him as he sucked and nibbled.

Her orgasm was building again, a crescendo of pleasure that he could feel in every part of his being. And when she finally came, her pussy clenching around his cock like a fist, he knew that he was lost. Lost in a world of lust and love that he never wanted to leave.

Corrie’s hand was on his cock now, her grip firm as she stroked him in time with his thrusts. He could feel her own need, her own desire, and it only served to drive him closer to the edge. “I want you to come inside her,” she murmured, her voice a dark whisper in his ear. “I want to feel your cum fill her up.”

The thought was too much to resist. He thrust into Britney one final time, her pussy clenching around him like a vice, and came with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. His semen spurted deep within her, filling her to the brim as she shuddered beneath him.

And when he finally collapsed, spent and exhausted, he knew that he had truly found his place in the world of pleasure. But Corrie wasn’t finished with her lesson yet. “Britney,” she purred, “I want you to show him your other secret spot.”

Britney looked up at her mother with wide eyes, a hint of excitement dancing in them. She slid off the bed, her naked body a vision of innocence and desire. She turned around, her ass wiggling slightly as she bent over, presenting herself to him.

He could see her pink, puckered hole, so close to his face, and he felt a strange mix of nerves and excitement. But Corrie’s voice was firm, her hand on the back of his head guiding him closer. “Lick her,” she ordered, her voice thick with lust.

He did as he was told, his tongue tentatively touching the soft skin of Britney’s ass. She gasped, her body tensing, and he felt a jolt of excitement go through him. He licked again, this time with more confidence, feeling the muscles in her ass tighten.

Her moan was music to his ears, and he began to explore in earnest, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was so different from what he had known before, so new and unexplored. He could feel her tense and then relax, her body opening up to him as he licked and kissed her most intimate area.

Corrie’s hand was on his shoulder now, her nails digging in as she watched the scene before her. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Lick her like she’s a delicious treat.”

He obeyed, his tongue tracing the line between her cheeks, teasing her hole with gentle strokes. Britney’s hands were braced on the bed, her knuckles white as she pushed back against him, her ass begging for more. He could feel her body shaking, the tremors of pleasure that rippled through her.

And then she was coming again, her pussy spasming around his cock, her ass tightening around his tongue. He swallowed her juices, feeling a sense of pride and power that he had never known.

As they lay there, tangled in a mess of sweat and passion, Corrie leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re a natural,” she whispered. “Now, let’s show you what else you can do.”

With a wicked smile, she climbed off the bed, her own body still glowing with need. She moved to the dresser, her ass swaying with every step, and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a small, velvet bag and handed it to him. “Open it,” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Inside, he found a collection of sex toys, each more intriguing than the last. He picked one up, a small vibrator that buzzed to life in his hand. Corrie took it from him, her eyes never leaving his, and moved to Britney’s side. “Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

Britney nodded, her eyes glazed with desire, and Corrie slid the toy into her daughter’s pussy, watching as her body arched off the bed. The sight of it made his cock twitch, already eager for more.

He watched, transfixed, as Corrie worked the toy in and out, her hand moving with a practiced ease that spoke of years of experience. Britney’s eyes were squeezed shut, her moans growing louder with every thrust. And when she finally came, her body wracked with pleasure, Corrie turned to him.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, her voice a challenge. “Show me what you can do with this.”

He took the vibrator, his hand trembling slightly with nerves. But as he looked into Britney’s eyes, he knew that he could do anything. He slid it into her, feeling her warmth envelop him, and watched as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Her hips bucked, her body responding to his touch, and he felt a new kind of power surge through him. He moved the toy in and out, feeling her clench around it, her orgasm building once more. And when she finally came, her body shuddering with the force of it, he knew that he had truly become her student, her willing participant in this world of forbidden delights.

“Now,” Corrie said, her voice firm, “it’s your turn, Britney. Show him what a good girl you are.”

Britney looked up at her mother, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. She slid off the bed, her naked body a vision of youthful beauty, and knelt before him. He watched as she took his cock in her hand, her mouth watering at the sight of him.

“Suck him,” Corrie ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And when he comes, you swallow every drop.”

Britney nodded, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She leaned in, her lips parting to take him into her mouth. Her tongue was warm and wet, her movements tentative at first as she licked and sucked him. He could feel himself growing harder, his balls tightening with every touch of her mouth.

Corrie watched, her hand playing idly with her own pussy, as her daughter took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She could see the hunger in Britney’s eyes, the desire to please, and it only served to make her own need grow stronger. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. “Just like that.”

Gary’s eyes were on Britney’s, watching the way she moved, the way she took him in. He could feel himself getting closer, his body coiling with the tension of his climax. And when it came, it was like nothing he had ever felt before.

Her eyes never left his as she took his cum, her throat working as she swallowed every drop. He watched, his own release mirrored in the way her eyes rolled back in her head. It was a moment that was both erotic and intimate, a bond that had been forged in the fires of their shared passion.

As Britney pulled away, her lips glistening with his cum, Corrie couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. She had chosen well, had taught him everything she knew, and now he was ready for more. “Good girl,” she praised, her voice soft.

The air in the room was heavy with desire, the scent of sex thick in the air. They lay there, tangled together, their hearts racing with the excitement of what they had just shared. Corrie leaned over, her hand stroking his chest as she whispered in his ear. “You’re doing so well,” she said, her voice a sweet caress. “But the night is still young, and there’s so much more for you to learn.”

And as she guided him to his next lesson, he knew that he would never look back, never regret the path he had chosen. For in this house of pleasure, he had found not just his sexual awakening, but his home.

Corrie looked at him with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming in the soft light of the room. “Stay the night,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call. “We have so much more to explore.”

With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and called his mom, his heart racing. He could feel Corrie’s eyes on him, her hand idly playing with his cock as he talked, making it difficult to focus. “Yeah, Mom,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Can I stay at Corrie’s tonight? We’re… studying.”

There was a pause, and then a sigh. “Fine, but be home in the morning,” his mom said, and he could almost hear the eye roll in her voice. “But be good, okay?”

“I will,” he promised, and ended the call with a sense of relief. He had never felt so alive, so free.

They moved to Corrie’s bed, the softness of the sheets a stark contrast to the hardness of his cock. Britney curled up between them, her naked body a warm presence that only added to his excitement. They lay there, their bodies tangled together, the air thick with the promise of more.

Corrie kissed him softly, her hand still stroking him, her touch a silent question. And when he nodded, she pulled back the covers, revealing the naked expanse of their bodies. They slid under the sheets, the warmth of their skin melding together, creating a cocoon of desire that would be theirs for the night.

He lay there, his cock nestled between Britney’s thighs, her ass pressed against his groin. He could feel Corrie’s breasts against his back, her breath warm and steady. The three of them lay there, a tableau of passion and trust, their hearts beating in time with each other.

As sleep claimed them, the last thing he felt was the softness of Britney’s skin against his, the warmth of Corrie’s embrace. And in that moment, as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep, he knew that his life had been forever changed.

The next day, as the sun streamed through the windows, they awoke to a new world. Their bodies were still entwined, their breathing in sync, as they faced the reality of what had transpired between them. There were no regrets, only the sweet aftermath of passion and the promise of more to come.

Corrie was the first to stir, her hand sliding over his chest as she looked into his eyes. “Morning, baby,” she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. Britney stretched out, her breasts pressing against his side, and he felt himself harden anew at the sight of them.

They made love again, their bodies moving together with an ease that belied their newness. And as the day began, they knew that their lives would never be the same, that they had stumbled upon something rare and beautiful.

Their lessons would continue, each day a new opportunity to explore and learn. And as they grew closer, as they became a part of each other’s lives in ways they never could have imagined, they knew that they had found something that transcended the boundaries of age and propriety.

This was their secret, their treasure, and they would guard it with all the fierceness of the lioness protecting her cubs. For in this house of passion, they had discovered a love that was all-consuming, a love that would burn bright for as long as they allowed it to.

The sun had barely crested the horizon when Corrie stirred, her eyes finding his in the early morning light. “I want you to fuck me in the ass,” she said, her voice husky with need. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

He looked at her, his heart racing. He had never done anything like this before, but the desire in her eyes was too much to resist. He nodded, and she rolled over, her ass in the air. He could see her pussy, still wet from their earlier exploits, and felt a new thrill of excitement.

He slid into her, feeling the tightness of her ass grip him like a vice. She moaned, her body tensing around him, and he knew that he had to be gentle. But as he began to move, she pushed back against him, urging him deeper. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him gasping for air.

He watched her face in the mirror, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream. And as he felt her climax building, he knew that he couldn’t hold back. With one final, powerful thrust, he came, his cum spurting into her, filling her up.

An hour later, Corrie looked at him with a mischievous smile. “It’s Britney’s turn,” she said, her voice a siren’s call. “You need to show her how it’s done.”

Gary looked at Britney, who was lying on the bed, her body still flushed from their earlier lovemaking. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her innocence a stark contrast to the desire that simmered just beneath the surface. “I want you to do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He moved behind her, his cock still slick with Corrie’s juices. He could feel the anticipation in the air, the excitement that was building to a fever pitch. And when he pushed into her, feeling the tightness of her ass, he knew that he had truly crossed a line from which there was no return.

Her body was so warm, so inviting, and he could feel her tighten around him as he began to thrust. She was so tight, so perfect, and he knew that he wouldn’t last long. But he didn’t want to disappoint her, didn’t want to ruin this moment.

He moved slowly at first, letting her get used to the feeling. And as she began to push back against him, her moans growing louder, he picked up the pace. The room was filled with the sound of their lovemaking, the slap of flesh on flesh, the wetness of their desire.

And when he finally came, his cum spilling into her, he felt a sense of completion that was beyond words. She was his now, in every way that mattered, and the bond between them was unbreakable.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing ragged. Corrie looked at them both, a proud smile on her face. “You’ve learned well,” she murmured. “But the lessons are never truly over.”

And with that, she slid out of bed, her naked body a vision of beauty and power. “Now,” she said, turning to face them, “it’s time for breakfast. And then, we’ll see what the day has in store for us.”

The promise in her eyes was clear. There would be more, much more. And as they followed her to the kitchen, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their love, they knew that they were ready for whatever she had to teach them.

The smell of bacon and eggs filled the house, a mundane scent that seemed almost obscene after the intensity of their encounter. But as they sat around the table, the three of them, they couldn’t help but smile. For they had shared something that went beyond the physical, something that bound them together in a way that nothing else could.

Corrie sat between them, her hand on Britney’s thigh, her gaze never leaving his. “Eat up,” she said, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to wrap around him. “You’re going to need your strength.”

And as they broke their fast, their bodies still buzzing with the remnants of their passion, they knew that they were ready for whatever the day had in store. For in this house of pleasure, they had found a love that was pure and untamed, a love that would burn with the intensity of a thousand suns.

After breakfast, Corrie led them back to the bedroom, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Now,” she said, “it’s time for your final lesson.”

He looked at her, his heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. What could she possibly have planned for them now? But he trusted her, trusted the way she made him feel, and so he followed her willingly.

Britney watched as Corrie pulled out a large, black dildo from the drawer. It was thick and long, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. But as Corrie handed it to him, her eyes never leaving his, he knew that this was part of the journey.

“I want you to fuck me with this,” she whispered, her voice a sweet caress. “And when I cum, I want you to fuck Britney. Show her how much you love her, how much you care.”

He took the toy, his hand trembling slightly with the weight of it. He had never used anything like this before, but he knew that he could do it, that he would do anything for them.

He slid it into Corrie, feeling her body clench around it as she gasped with pleasure. He watched as her face contorted in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head. And when she came, her body shuddering with the force of it, he knew that he was ready.

He moved to Britney, his cock still hard, and slid into her wet pussy. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, and as he began to thrust, she whispered his name. “I love you,” she said, her voice a soft prayer.

And as he fucked her, as he felt the warmth of her love envelop him, he knew that he had found his place in the world. This was where he belonged, with these two women who had taken him under their wing and taught him the true meaning of pleasure.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their cries of passion echoing through the room. And when he finally came, feeling her tighten around him, he knew that he had reached the pinnacle of his sexual awakening.

They lay there, their limbs tangled together, their hearts pounding in unison. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the soft whispers of love and lust that seemed to hang in the air.

“Thank you,” Britney murmured, her eyes shining with happiness. “Thank you for making me feel so good.”

Corrie leaned over, her hand stroking Britney’s hair. “You’re welcome, sweet girl,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “But the real thanks should go to your mother. She’s the one who taught us all.”

The three of them lay there, lost in the warmth of their love. The world outside was a distant memory, forgotten in the face of the passion that burned within these four walls. And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of desire, they knew that they had found something that would never fade, something that would sustain them through the darkest of times.

Their journey had only just begun, and they had so much more to learn, so much more to explore. But for now, they were content to lie together, their hearts beating as one, their love a beacon that shone bright in the darkness.

The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and the months into years. They grew together, their love a living, breathing thing that only grew stronger with time. And as they continued to explore the boundaries of pleasure, they discovered new depths to their desire, new ways to satisfy each other’s needs.

Corrie was his mentor, his guide, his lover. Britney was his muse, his confidante, his heart. Together, they formed a triad that was unshakeable, a bond that nothing could ever break.

Their love was a secret garden, a place where they could grow and flourish, free from the judgment of the world outside. And as they lay in each other’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat and love, they knew that they had found something that would last a lifetime.

Britney looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and desire. “Will you be my boyfriend?” she whispered, her voice a soft caress.

Gary felt his heart swell with joy. To be with her, to be a part of this world that Corrie had created, was more than he could ever have hoped for. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was filled with all the love and passion that he had kept bottled up inside for so long.

“Yes,” he murmured against her lips. “Yes, I’ll be your boyfriend. And Corrie, she’s… she’s everything to me.”

Corrie smiled, her eyes filled with warmth as she watched the two of them. “And you’re everything to me, too,” she said, her hand stroking his cheek. “But don’t think for a moment that I’m going to let you two have all the fun. There’s plenty of room in this bed for the three of us.”

With that, she straddled him, her breasts bouncing as she began to rock her hips, her pussy sliding up and down his cock. Britney watched, her eyes wide, as Corrie took control, her movements fluid and sure.

Gary couldn’t believe his luck. He had found not one, but two lovers who were eager to share their bodies with him, to show him the true meaning of pleasure. And as they moved together, their love a dance that had no end, he knew that he had found his home.

Their bodies became a tapestry of limbs and desire, a symphony of pleasure that was music to their ears. And as they climaxed together, their cries filling the room, he knew that he had never been happier.

Their love was a force of nature, wild and untamed. It was a love that defied the boundaries of age and propriety, a love that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. And as they lay there, their hearts beating as one, they knew that nothing could ever come between them.

The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and the months into years. But their passion never waned, never faltered. It grew stronger with each passing day, each shared moment of ecstasy.

And as they continued to explore the depths of their desire, they discovered new ways to love each other, new heights to which they could ascend. They were a trio, bound by lust and love, a bond that was unbreakable.

In this house of pleasure, they had found their heaven, a place where they could be free to be themselves, to love without judgment or fear. And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in perfect sync, they knew that they had found their forever.

The years passed, and with the grace of time, their love grew stronger, their desire for each other insatiable. Gary looked at Britney, his wife, his lover, her youthful beauty blossoming with each passing day. And beside her, Corrie, now his mother-in-law, her mature allure still as potent as ever. The dynamic between them had shifted, but the passion remained, a testament to the depth of their bond.

He watched as Britney’s eyes grew heavy with lust, her gaze flickering to her mother’s body. It was a silent invitation, one that Corrie recognized with a knowing smile. She leaned over, her hand caressing Britney’s cheek before moving down to her neck, her thumb tracing a line down to her collarbone. “Why don’t you show him how much you love him?” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Britney straddled him, her wet pussy sliding over his cock. He felt the warmth of Corrie’s body behind her, her hand guiding him into her daughter. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of familiar and taboo that sent a shiver down his spine. They moved together, a dance of love and lust that had been perfected over the years, their bodies a symphony of pleasure.

And as he watched his wife and mother-in-law, their bodies moving as one, he knew that he had found a love that would last a lifetime. Their union was complete, their love unshakable. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, a calmness that came from knowing that he had found his place in the world.

The three of them lay there, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one. They had shared so much, given so much of themselves to each other, and yet there was still more to come. The future was their playground, a place where they could continue to explore the boundaries of pleasure and love.

Their love had grown roots, deep and strong, and it flourished in the fertile soil of their shared passion. They had built a life together, a life that was theirs alone, a life that was filled with the sweetest of secrets.

As they kissed, their tongues dancing together in a silent promise, he felt Corrie’s hand on his thigh, her fingers tracing patterns that made him shiver. “We’re not done yet,” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his neck.

Britney leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she took him in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. He watched as Corrie positioned herself behind her, her own desire evident in the way she moved.

And as they made love, as they shared their bodies in a way that defied the norms of the outside world, he knew that this was where he belonged. This was his home, his heaven, and he would never leave.

Their love was a living, breathing entity, something that had grown and evolved over the years. It was a love that had been tested and had emerged stronger, a love that could never be contained or tamed.

And as they lay there, their hearts beating in time with the rhythm of their love, he knew that he had been given a gift, a treasure beyond measure. A wife and a mother-in-law to fuck, a life filled with passion and pleasure.

Their love was a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding, a flame that burned with the intensity of a supernova. And as the years went by, that flame grew brighter, the heat of their desire never dimming.

Their days were filled with the sweet mundanities of life, the shared jokes and laughter, the quiet moments of understanding that only those who had been through fire together could truly appreciate. But their nights… their nights were reserved for the kind of passion that could only exist in the realm of the forbidden.

Their love was a secret garden, a place where they could continue to bloom, free from the prying eyes of the outside world. And as they grew older together, their love only grew more beautiful, more complex, more intoxicating.

They were a trio, bound by love and lust, a bond that had been forged in the heat of their desire. And as they lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating as one.

And this all started that one day years ago, when Gary was walking through Corrie’s backyard and he got a sneak peek at her ass cheeks.

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