That evening, Kelsey sat down with Bill, Alice and Mr. Miller for dinner. At some point, Alice had laughed when Kelsey addressed him as “Mr. Miller.” “Oh, just call him Jack,” she said as she kissed her husband on the cheek. He grinned and nodded his assent – but his flashing eyes told her something else. She couldn’t think of him as anything other than Mr. Miller. Calling him “Jack” felt wrong, felt too familiar – like she was his equal or something.
Bill dug into the peppers, lauding Alice and Kelsey for the great job they did making his favorite meal. Mr. Miller didn’t say much, other than giving his son a few light hearted jabs about spending all afternoon in the bedroom playing poker. “C’mon Dad, I’m getting better. I made 50 bucks today!”
“What are you going to spend it on?” Mr. Miller said, taking a sip of dark red wine. He had poured a glass for both Bill and Kelsey as well. She placed the glass to her lips and swallowed a small portion. The alcohol tasted sweet and sour at the same time and burned on its way down her throat. She had never had any wine before this, and found she really liked the taste. By the time the dinner was over, she had three glasses of it. Mr. Miller seemed to have a sixth sense of it, and kept pouring more into her tall wineglass. Alice didn’t seem to mind at all, so Kelsey slowly lost her hesitation at drinking.
“Well, combined with the money I won last week, I have enough for a new PS5 controller.”
Mr. Miller frowned slightly. “You could put it to better use than that, son.”
Bill huffed and slumped down in his chair slightly, apparantly perturbed by his dad’s sensible suggestion. Kelsey found herself looking at Bill slightly different. He seemed younger than normal, more immature. His carefree attitude wasn’t as attractive as before. She wondered what Bill would be like if he had more of his father’s… aggressiveness.
And of course, the memory of what happened in the kitchen earlier kept swimming through her brain relentlessly. The feeling of Mr. Miller’s strong hand curling through her hair. His husky voice labeling her a ‘slut’. And of course, the taste of his thick, powerful cock and the few drops of cum she tasted when he finished his load on her tongue. She kept licking her lips, trying to recapture that slightly bitter taste. And every time her eyes locked with the older man’s it felt as if an electric jolt shot through her body, from the crown of her head all the way to her toes.
The dinner finished, and Kelsey and Alice cleaned off the table while Mr. Miller went into the kitchen and began to put dishes away. That surprised her – her own father never helped in the kitchen. Bill didn’t as well – he immediately disappeared upstairs. “I set up another game, I can double my money,” was his only explanation, and then he was gone.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” Alice said lightly as they finished wiping the table off. Mr. Miller had completed his own tasks and went into the living room. They heard the TV flip on and she heard the telltale sound of Sportscenter on the screen. Well, at least he had something in common with her own father. She couldn’t quite figure out how to deal with the situation. Alice was being so kind to her, and Kelsey struggled as she tried to figure out if she should say anything. But the words would never come. “William has always been standoffish, even with me and his father. I thought maybe he would treat his girlfriend differently, but…” Alice continued, then trailed off.
“It’s okay Alice,” Kelsey said. “He’s very nice to me, and he makes me laugh.” Sometimes.
Alice beamed. “I’m so glad. If he hurts you, you better tell me. I didn’t raise him to be an asshole.” Kelsey gasped at the profanity coming from this matronly woman, and Alice laughed at her expression. “Oh honey, you’re so sweet! C’mon, let’s join Jack.” Alice took her by the hand and led her into the living room. There was a long black leather couch sitting horizontal from the TV, and Mr. Miller was sitting on one end of it. Alice sat down on the other end and patted the seat in the middle of them. “C’mon,” she urged, and Kelsey couldn’t say no at this point. Mr. Miller’s eyes bore into her as she gingerly placed herself between the two.
Alice reached behind her and pulled a blanket off the back of the couch. “Join me?” she asked. Kelsey smiled and snuggled up next to the older woman. Alice slipped her arm around Kelsey’s waist and tugged the blanket over both of them. “If you want to relax and lay down, feel free sweetheart,” the older woman said. Her blonde hair swayed in front of her emerald eyes as she lifted her arm so Kelsey could get a little closer. Alice really was a gorgeous woman. Kelsey rested her head against Alice’s chest and took a deep breath as she felt the softness of the older woman’s generous bosom. Her tits were larger than Kelsey’s by at least one cup size, and so incredibly soft through the cotton t-shirt the woman was wearing. Kelsey settled in and realized in order to see the television, she had to stretch her feet out. As she did, she started when her foot pushed against Mr. Miller’s thigh.
“It’s okay Kelsey,” the man said with a smile, “you can put your feet in my lap.”
“Yeah, get comfortable baby,” Alice said. Kelsey looked up at her, and saw Alice smiling down with that soft, loving look – and in her green eyes, there was something else smoldering that Kelsey couldn’t quite understand. But if Alice said it was okay…
“There you go sweetheart,” Alice said. Kelsey stretched her legs out into Mr. Miller’s lap with an assurance that at least nothing would happen with both of them here. There was no way. Right?
A few minutes later, under the blanket, she felt rough hands caress her naked feet. Her eyes flicked over to Mr. Miller, who was watching the TV with a calm expression, but his fingers danced up her ankles to her lower legs, where they began to massage slightly. And then, to her shock, Alice began to move her hand. First it was on Kelsey’s shoulder, then slipped across her collarbone to her upper chest. Under the blanket, Kelsey was trapped and couldn’t move without disrupting the entire couch. Her natural desire to not rock the boat, be a people pleaser, kept her there – along with a strange, hot excitement to see what was going to happen next.
Alice’s delicate fingers played a soft melody on her upper chest and then slid down under her shirt from above. Kelsey’s breath caught in her throat as the older woman began to massage one of her tits. What… what was going on? She kept her eyes fixated on the television, anxious and almost terrified with lust. As Alice’s fingers traced a circle around one of her nipples, Kelsey’s pussy throbbed and began to moisten. And then Mr. Miller lifted her legs up and scooted down the couch so now he had easy access to her thighs. She was resting her legs right on top of his crotch and she felt his thick cock, hard and hot, pressed against the underside of her thighs. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing them apart, and Kelsey let them seperate. She couldn’t stop herself. And then his fingers were between her legs and she let out a slight yelp as he begin to stroke his digits up and down right next to her now fully moist cunt.
“You okay sweetheart?” Alice asked softly. Kelsey looked up and in the light of the TV, could only see gleaming emerald eyes and ruby red lips. She gasped again as Alice squeezed one of her nipples. “Alice, I… what…”
“You were right Jack,” Alice said as she brushed hair away from Kelsey’s temples. “She really is a dirty little slut.”
Shock filled her as she realized that far from being unaware of what happened between her and her husband, Alice was fully cognizant. She tried to sit up, babbling an apology, but stopped with another cry of pleasure when Mr. Miller gripped her pussy tightly and Alice slid her hand up to encase Kelsey’s neck.
“I told you,” Mr. Miller said.
“You sucked my husbands cock?” Alice asked Kelsey, holding her neck tightly, not hard enough to cut off air supply, but hard enough that scared the young woman. She nodded wordlessly. “I understand of course… he really does have a fanastic cock.” Alice looked at her husband and smiled. “You want to show her your real talents, dear?”
“I’d love to,” Mr. Miller replied and gave Kelsey’s pussy another squeeze before pushing her legs off of him and standing up.
What? When did… how did… Mr. Miller was already nude from the waist down. His fat cock bobbed in the air and Kelsey couldn’t keep her eyes off of it as he pulled the blanket away from her midsection. Alice forced Kelseys head to turn upwards and the young woman saw Alice smile viciously as she leaned down, her lips ever so close to Kelsey’s. “You only got a taste… but you’re such a beautiful young woman, I think you deserve the full treatment.”
“But… but…” Kelsey’s stammering was cut off with a hard moan as Alice kissed her. It was different from kissing a boy, or a man. Alice’s lips were so soft, her tongue was sweet like candy, and Kelsey found herself needing more, opening her mouth so Alice could explore her mouth. It was so overwhelming, she almost didn’t notice when Mr. Miller pulled her pajama pants along with her panties from her body, tossing them to the floor. She squealed into Alice’s mouth, but couldn’t get away as the man pushed her thighs apart and the cool air hit her throbbing pussy, followed by a sensation that was entirely alien. A hot piece of flesh pressed against her pussy lips and she realized that he was about to…
She saw red and white as Mr. Miller’s cockhead slipped inside of her so easily, and the sudden feeling of being filled up consumed her. She squealed again and Alice finally pulled her lips away and laughed as she pinched the girls nipples. “Feel that sweetheart,” she whispered as Mr. Miller pushed his fat rod deeper inside her hot tunnel. “God, you’re such a little whore. Look at how nicely my husbands cock fits inside of you.” Kelsey couldn’t respond, how could she, the sensations pouring through her body made her incapable of speech. Mr. Miller continued pushing his way deeper and deeper and deeper and suddenly there was a sharp bit of pain and tears came to Kelsey’s eyes.
“Oh fuck, she was a virgin,” Mr. Miller breathed.
“What? My God,” Alice said, happiness coloring her voice. “You are so sweet, saving yourself for him.” Kelsey couldn’t reply, and Alice kissed the tears on her cheek. “It’s okay sweetheart, it’ll feel better soon,” and sure enough, after a moment, the pain began to subside. It never quite went away, but it was less. And then she felt that incredible full hard experience of having a fat, slick cock begin to fuck her. The couch squeaked as Alice and Mr. Miller had their way with the young college woman. Alice kept massaging her tits, squeezing and tweaking her nipples, Mr. Miller kept thrusting harder and faster, over and over and soon the air was filled with the sound of wet flesh slapping wet flesh. Kelsey completely forgot that Bill was even in the house, and probably wouldn’t care if she remembered. She was filled with light, with lust, with hard cock, and never wanted it to stop.
“Oh Jack, she so loves being fucked like a toy,” Alice cooed as she kissed the younger woman again. “A virgin cunt like yours is so lucky to have my husbands cock be your first. Of course, nothing will ever compare to it again.” Mr. Miller chuckled as he pounded her again and then leaned over to kiss her as well. The switch of the soft, gentle tonguing Alice had given her to the hard, rough kiss Mr. Miller did, along with her nipples and breasts being treated like playthings, her cunt on fire, her clit inflamed, it was all too much, and for the first time, Kelsey climaxed. She shuddered and shook, trembled and squirmed, as the hot flashes of impossible pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave and she almost screamed into Mr. Miller’s mouth.
He didn’t stop though, he kept up the pace, going harder and faster, and Alice kept urging him on. “That’s right, fuck this little cunt, pound this slut, make her yours, she wants to be our fuckpet, I can tell,” and Kelsey nodded along and kept breathing out, “yes yes yes, please, fuck me harder, harder, please make me your slut, I’ll be yours” and Mr. Miller leaned in and kissed Alice as he slammed his fat rod inside of her.
“Where should I cum?” he said, and Kelsey was about to reply, but then realized – he wasn’t asking her. He was asking Alice. Alice smiled and looked down at the red faced, gasping Kelsey and said, “She needs to be bred, baby. Fill her up.”
“You got it,” he grunted and then somehow sped up and she gripped the blanket in her white knuckles as another orgasm slammed into her like a train at how they were talking about her, and then she could feel it. The cock inside of her swelled and pulsed and then yet another new sensation – the sense of hot, potent, heavy strands of cum pouring directly into her young, fertile womb. She began to cry, in happiness or in desperation or she didn’t know why, but she was so happy as Mr. Miller unloaded his seed inside of her and painted her insides with his cream.
Finally he pulled himself free and stood up in front of the couch, breathing heavily. Alice gave Kelsey’s cheek a pat. “Sit up slut, it’s good manners to clean off your man’s cock after he blesses you with his seed.” Kelsey’s cumdrunk mind couldn’t even think about disobeying and both she and Alice knelt down in front of Mr. Miller and took turns suckling his sticky cock clean. Finally Alice gave the cockhead a gentle kiss and slapped his thigh. “Off you go babe,” she said, “I’ll clean Kelsey up.” Mr. Miller grinned and leaned down to kiss Alice. Then he turned and kissed Kelsey as well, and patted her head. “See you in bed,” he said.
Kelsey could barely breathe as she knelt on the floor, the sensation of his cum swimming inside of her, breeding her, still at the forefront of her mind. Alice tilted the young woman’s face towards her and gave a gentle smile. “Welcome to the family. I think we’ll keep you.”
Kelsey nodded. “I’d love that Alice,” she replied softly.
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((Thanks for joining me on this journey. I hope you enjoyed it, I certainly enjoyed writing it.))
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xwsm52/m42_f41_f19_visiting_her_boyfriends_house_over