Veevee looked up at Peter, cupping his wet shaft as she kneeled in front of him. She asked, "How do you want to come? I'd be happy to finish you off like this, but would there be anything special you've been dreaming about?"
The young man, still wearing his dress shirt and tie from graduation, said. "Can I...Could I finish inside you?" His eyes drifted from Veevee's face to Hank's. Hank smiled.
Veevee said, "Of course. I'd love to feel your beautiful cock inside me!" She rose from the floor. "All right if I lie on the couch? My knees have had enough for a bit. Unless you want me to sit down on you." Veevee indicated an armless chair.
Hank chuckled. He figured that Peter was still keeping count of how many women he'd dipped his wick in. Come to think of it, Hank himself kind of kept count. More than one kind of count.
"The couch is fine," Peter said.
"Here, let me make you a little more comfortable," Veevee said. "Or at least me. " She ran her fingers over Peter's shirt front and undid his tie, then his buttons. "I don't want to wake up tomorrow with love bruises from your shirt buttons!" She laughed.
Hank took Peter's shirt and tie from Veevee and draped them on the chair.
Peter laughed nervously. His long, slender cock was still hard, so Hank didn't figure that Pete was too put out. But when Veevee tried to guide him toward the couch, he froze up.
"Don't worry, Pete," Hank said. "The first time I put my dick in a lady with her husband watching I felt a little light-headed. Just remember it's OK with everybody. Take it as slow as you want, and don't do anything you don't want to do."
Peter moved in slow motion to the couch, where Veevee had arranged herself to welcome him. She guided him over her, and took his penis in her hand. Very slowly, he settled down on top of her, and she took his penis inside the hot, wet lips of her cunt.
Hank smiled, knowing what Peter was feeling. His cock stirred as he admired the young man's tight, lightly tanned butt, and he wondered if Peter had any bisexual curiosity. At the base of his cleft, Peter's balls were clenched tight against his body. He might not last long inside Veevee. Peter's face was flushed pink through his golden tan, and his blond hair was damp. His eyes were glued to Veevee's face. Veevee looked back at him and smiled. She moved her hips, encouraging him to thrust inside her, but Peter was still moving in slow motion.
The door to the bedroom opened. Peter's parents Jim and Sally, flushed pink and smiling, came through the door, wafting a breeze of sex and sweat. They were followed by a younger blonde-haired woman. Hank thought she looked like a younger, slimmer Peggy Wise, so this must be Peter's girlfriend Sandy.
Jim was about to call a hearty hello to Hank, but Hank put a finger to his lips and pointed to Peter and Veevee. Peter had picked up his pace slightly, but he seemed to be focused on Veevee's face as if it were the only thing in the world.
Hank greeted Sally with a kiss and Jim with a mutual hand-to-cock shake. Jim's cock was soft, and moist from one of the two women, but Hank felt it throb and start to harden again as he gave it a handshake. Jim's hand was firm on his own hard cock. He nodded hello to Sandy, who smiled back at him.
Hank was beginning to feel a little left out, though, and wondered if he could fit himself in somewhere. He wouldn't mind getting into the scene on the couch, but he didn't want to bother Peter, who looked like he was in a wonderful dreamworld with his cock up Veevee. And Veevee was having a ball giving the young man a ride. Maybe Sally was up for another round, and Jim was already recovering. Hmmmm. |