I dozed off and woke at about 8am. Sarah's flight was due in at 12.50pm. I got up showered and set the breakfast table. I could hear the girls running around and giggling in Amy's room. Then there was a knock on the patio door. It was Susan. She was wearing a bikini with a wrap around her waist. I invited her in for coffee and some breakfast. We had casual conversation which she kept steering towards my situation with Pam. I told her we were as good as divorced. Suddenly Amy's door burst open and a naked Katy ran out chased by a naked Amy. The two of them chased round oblivious to our presence and oblivious to their nakedness. "Girls, get some clothes on," I shouted. "They're only little girls, let them play. Katy's always running around with no clothes on," she said. "Oh, I'm sorry...perhaps with you having no partner it bothers you," she said. "Well, it doesn't help," I said, like I was a single male who'd not had his rocks off since his wife left. "It must be difficult for a single person in an expat environment," she said, "How do you manage?" "I have a loyal right hand," I replied. She laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry, forgive me I didn't mean to probe," she said.
By this time the girls were wrestling on the floor and it was difficult for me to keep my eyes off them or hide the bulge in my shorts. She put her hand on my thigh, causing my dick to visibly jump. "You need someone to help you relax," she said looking right through to the back of my eye sockets. "Do you know anybody whose available?" I asked. She slid her hand a little higher up my thigh bringing it frighteningly close to my meat. "I do a pretty good massage. That might help" she said. "That would be great," I replied. "Why don't we get these girls into their swim suits and they can play at the pool?" she said.
She picked up the naked toddlers, "Come on girls, let's get you dressed. Eddie, help me," she said. Tuti was in the bathroom. "You dress Katy and I'll dress Amy," she said to me. A little odd I thought, why doesn't she dress her own daughter? Unless she gets off on watching me paw her little girl. I stood Katy in front of me and knelt down to dress her in her little swim suit. I could see Susan watching me. I slipped her into her one piece suit then ran my finger inside the material at the crotch of her suit as if pulling it into place but making sure my fingers touched her bare pussy flesh. I ran up and down a few times getting a good feel of her little pussy. I looked at Susan and she looked at me. That look told us both that I had done it on purpose, I saw her see me do it, I knew she saw me do it and she knew that I knew she saw me do it and she knew I did it on purpose. One look and so much communication.
Tuti was out of the bathroom and eating breakfast. The two toddlers skipped out to join her. The sight of me fondling her daughter obviously pushed Susan over the edge. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights she came to me. "Have you got a banana in your pocket?" she asked poking the bulge in my shorts. "Like you said, it's difficult being single," I replied. With unsaid words we knew what was coming and leaning into each other, mouths open we were wrestling tongues. I had my hands inside the back of her swim suit squeezing her but cheeks pulling her crotch into my steel hard pole. "Was it my little girl that made that banana so hard?" she whispered. "The question is can momma make it soft?" I replied. Unwilling to untangle our bodies, we sort of hobbled together to the door and locked it before falling in the bed, she tearing at my shorts and her bikini, deperate to get my meat inside her. She climbed onto my pole and groaned as she impaled me inside her sopping wet pussy. She came almost immediately, grasping her face to muffle her screams. The thought of her getting wet on me fondling her little girl was enough to send me over the edge and I soon followed, pumping my seed deep inside her cunt. It was all over in less than two minutes. She recovered and quickly pulled on her bikini and warp leaving me laying on the bed, my meat steaming. "Everything OK girls?" I heard her shout. I was in a state of shock, everything happened so quickly.
Somewhat dazed I pulled myself together and got myself to the ensuite and cleaned myself up. I came out to find them all sat round the breakfast table. "Can I get you some coffee?" Susan asked. "Thanks," I replied and took a seat next to her. She leaned into my ear, "Thanks! That was awesome!" she said. "Indeed," I replied. As the girls chattered over breakfast Susan's bare feet started playing footsy with mine under the table. "What have you got planned for today?" she asked. "We've got to pick Sarah up from the airport at 12.50," I told her. I could see her thinking. "OK girls, go and play by the pool," she ordered. The girls skipped out to play.
"Can I use your bathroom, I'm a little sticky down here?" she asked cupping her crotch. "Of course, anything I can do to help?" I asked winking at her. "Well as you made the mess, the least you could do is help me clear it up," she said laughing. Taking my hand she led me into the bathroom, and locked the bedroom door. Without saying a word, somehow knowing each others' minds, we stripped and climbed into the shower. Susan was quite petite, small tits and a box covered in bushy brown hair. We washed each other and kissed again in silence just playing with each others' body. She was still up for it, mewing and moaning as I fingered her cunt. My dick was still limp but it was pleasant. "So is it just my daughter you feel up or is it every little girl?" she asked. "Just your daughter," I replied laughing as if joking. I could see the hunger for dirty talk in her eyes, she wanted turning on and she liked talking about her daughter being groped. "Why pick on my daughter?" she asked. "Because she told me all about uncle Arthur," I revealed. She visibly fell back in shock. "It's all right your secret's safe with me," I told her plunging my fingers deeper into her sopping cunt. "What did Katy tell you, how did she, did you?" she stuttered. "Calm down, there's nothing to worry about. I promised Katy I wouldn't tell you but I'll tell you if you promise not to scold her," I said. "I promise," she replied.
I explained . . "I put the girls to bed and I peeked in on them a half hour later and Katy had her head between Tuti's legs and Tuti was licking Amy. I was worried about Katy as I was supposed to be looking after her, so when they finished I called her out to tell her she shouldn't do that and she told me a few secrets." "What did she tell you?" she asked. "She told me about uncle Arthur and how you and Shaun like to watch her have sex," I replied. Susan went bright red with embarrassment. I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips. "Would you like to watch me rub Katy's little pussy?" I asked. Mesmerised at the thought, she said "Yes." My dick had now recovered and was standing erect. I turned her round to face the wall and gripping my shaft I slid my knob end up and down her crack. She whimpered as it past over her sensitive holes. Sliding up her love tube I whispered in her ear, "Tell me what you'd like to see me do to Katy." She groaned at the thought, her fingers outstretched on shower wall, the legs splayed my dick pumping into her I whispered again, "Tell me!" "I want to watch you licking her little pussy whilst you pump my cunt with your hot meat," she replied. I banged into her arse, "Can you picture me licking her little pussy and fingering her tiny hole?" I whispered. "Yes, " she groaned. "What else?" I asked. "I want to watch her suck your dick and see you shoot into her mouth," she replied. "Can you see my sponk running down her chin?" I taunted. That drove her over the edge and she screamed out as her orgasm exploded. "Yes!, Yes! Yes!" she shouted on each stroke of my dick up her tube. Reaching under herself with on hand she cupped my scrotum, "fuck me, fill me with sponk," she screamed. I complied, shooting the second load of the morning up her tube.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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