Bi, Threesome, Young and Old, Rude
My stepdad, Larry, had his youthful moment of fame in the premier rugby league for a season before injury prematurely ended his career with The Knights.
He was a nominated rising star and had won Best First-Year Pro Player, but that was before I was born.
Achievements before the world of influencers and TikTok don't count with fashion, tech-savvy sluts.
He didn't make a big deal of the past. He had got on with a degree and business, and beyond the prick not perving on me too much and giving me a generous senior college allowance and the promise of my car when I graduated, well, if he wanted pussy action, he had my mum.
Yeah, my mum had a crush on Larry years ago, but she was the runner-up to another chick back then. But time brought both of them together as mature divorcees.
It was my bestie Janelle, who was a big fan of The Knights. Worse, she was in awe that I had a Knight in my house.
I was derisive; Larry was no knight, no gentleman in my books, and why wasn't J chasing the current crop of recruits?
Virile young dudes who would dress her up in their playing tops and hump her senseless if that's what it took to get her pussy or arsehole.
No, not Janelle. She had it bad for mature guys. She was one of those rare, pretty, dumb blonde creatures that craved mature attention. She liked older guys. Way older guys.
Not me; I like youthful cock that could spring back into action three or four times in a night, hard and willing.
J said no, sustained endurance and control were everything with a pecker.
Endurance, well, I was enduring because Janelle couldn't see how much I wanted to explore her body intimately.
I didn't have a bi bone in my body, or a bi thought in my head till we brushed naked thighs in a recent volleyball tangle at the net.
I just got the hots for Janelle from that.
It was so simple from there — I was glancing and peeking at her whenever and wherever I could. Her cute perky boobs, her great butt, those luscious thighs, her delectable camel toe puffiness in tight cotton knickers in the change rooms.
But J wasn't aware of my lust like my steppie wasn't aware of Janelle's for him.
"Your stepdad is so hot," said my bestie on the patio in the shade.
It was the spring break before the final exam prep term of college, pointing to a hot summer. We were eighteen, chilling together and planning a night on the town.
I had to admit Larry was in fine physical condition for his age as he was moving boxes of stuff from inside to the garden shed. He had shorts and a T-shirt on, and from the back, he would have passed for a much younger guy.
"Yeah, hot as in sweaty," I sneered.
Why move stuff on such a hot day and without help?
I realised Mum was out with the girls. I equally realised it was his old player mementos; he was putting it all out to pasture with no fuss.
Yet here was what Janelle wanted: a mature dude and a knight.
Fuck I thought if that's my competition for her youthful body, life sucks, a major suck.
Then, the bottom came out of the box Larry was carrying. Old medallions, trophies, photos and news clippings were scattered around the backyard.
How embarrassing — who wants unwanted attention?
But Janelle was bouncing up and going to the rescue, a slut princess rescuing a knight.
Oh, she was on the hustings, saw her chance and took it. The wanton bitch was physically in his face, on her knees like him, collecting mementoes.
Then, my stepdad registered the look in her eyes; she was more than helping him. There was a girl wanting a helping hand on her body and completely cock ready for an older guy. The minx was shameless. It was nubile sex entrapment.
Talk about a near-jealous hizzy fit from me as I wrung my hands.
How could my bestie hit on my steppie in front of me?
Of course, Janelle, the conniving tart, ensured there was only room in the box for some things that had fallen out. The slattern offered to carry a couple of items to the shed.
I wanted nothing to do with my steppie. But I was intrigued by how far they would go for it in the shed. After they entered it together, I went to the side window and peered in.
Well, I wanted to see Janelle's passionate kissing technique and imagine it was me with her.
The brassy, brash and brazen trollop was way ahead of any naughty scenarios in my mind.
My steppies dacks were down, and his cock was enjoying being worked up by my bestie's mouth. Her sucking skills were outrageously proficient, in any case.
A full slurp, an adorable salivary slide action, and a teasing knob suck and tongue-tip lick.
I responded by rubbing myself through my shorts. I wanted that tongue teasing my clit.
Oh, fuck it; the wicked wild saucy missy with mature tastes was then letting my arsehole steppie lick her pussy. Larry just yanked her shorts and knickers to the side, sitting her up on the workbench. Her beautiful shaved pink glistening flapettes and her nubby protruding clitty meeting his tongue, not mine.
He was licking and fingering and sucking her pussy and bringing her arsehole into the action too. A finger probed her tight pink crack while she cooed in pleasure—the dirty pair.
"Ooh, aah, ooh, aaah, ooh yes, oh my, yes, yes!
Larry got her off the bench.
He took her shorts and knickers off and spread her arse cheeks; then the sod bent, licking her spread arsehole from behind. I could see the satisfaction rising on Janelle's happy face as her arsehole was pleasantly teased.
God, I wanted to lick and finger her arse. It should have been me.
Then the bastard invited her to ride his cock as he positioned himself on the floorboards. His cock, was erect and waiting for my bestie's pussy to slide down and accept it inside herself.
Her body was instantly spiked, skewered and impaled by a power-pumping pecker.
Fuck, the sod had some energy.
He had kept in shape. I was frickin impressed with his vehement effort inside her. Watching their mutual gyrations was stunning—a mix of youthful grind and mature pulverising.
There was no way I wasn't getting involved. I didn't want my steppie in me, but I was so desperate to touch Janelle.
I was sure I could unleash her hidden natural bi tendencies, given a chance.
Larry's eyes nearly popped out of his head, his throbbing temple virtually exploded, and his cock was close to premature cum in Janelle — because I was over the top of his face, pushing my pussy straight into my girlfriend's open, moaning mouth.
I reduced her to muffles as she fully sampled my wet cunt hole so readily, with no hesitation.
Janelle was a bi-tramp.
She knew what to do even if she hadn't licked and sucked on pussy before. She buried her face and delved tongue in and over my girly details. My pussy smashed back into her mouth and face.
I was so damn excited. I was racing to a quick climax. So fast. I'd never speed cummed before. It was sensational.
Larry just groaned but recaptured his rhythm.
Janelle was being buffeted from below and pushed and shoved by my pubic mound and proffered pussy from above.
I shed frickin tears of joy as I yelped in a guttural quaking climax.
"Mmhhh, mmhhhh! Ahhhh, I'm gunna cum! Ooh yes, Ooohhh!"
So frickin massive. So, what I needed. Yet I didn't withdraw my slit and clit from her tongue; I wanted more of the same immediately.
It was adult Larry who seized the opportunity of his mature life.
He urged Janelle back onto the bench. The bitch was star-eyed and pussy happy; she'd do anything for him. And was overwhelmed by me.
"Let Casey lick you out," he said.
I needed to hear no more.
I was in my sexual element. Her pussy was my playground, and boy, I got to the fun parts fast — rampant in my approach.
I spread her opening fully and stretched her out extravagantly. My tongue explored every nook and flesh cranny of her girly zone with my sweeping, flicking tongue.
She purred.
She purred.
Then gulped.
Her crescendo was the rapid pant combined with rhythmic moaning.
"Aah, aahh, aah, aahh!"
Flesh acquiescent to my nibbling and darting rifling tongue. I was attentive to every detail. She endorsed my approach.
We were locked in mutual, lavish, lush lust.
Of course, Larry got into my arse with his tongue once I was fully committed to Janelle's leaking honey pot.
I loved her tacky girl cum mixed with my spittle, spread frickin everywhere it counted. I lapped into her opening with a new ferocity as Larry pressed his tongue tip around and around my tight arse rim.
It was so good. I was giving my best, and I was probably receiving better. Geez, Larry was a skilled manipulative arsehole bastard.
I was finger fucking Janelle. She was moaning now. I was delving three fingers deep. Her pussy was a squelching, dribbling and then leaking a wonderland of delight for two. Her and me.
Then I went feral and furious, with four fingers because Larry had his cock in my arse.
And he knew what he was doing. I could see why Janelle liked matures. He had entry poise. So bloody cock assured as he eased in. He let my arsehole luxuriate in its slow initial exploration. I was relaxed and felt comfortable with his push and expansion.
My arse felt sensational. Then, the knowing prick pushed and tugged. Drawing my arsehole out with his cock and tightly clenching my ring as he plied into my depths.
Then I got the complete 'arse badass', but only when he knew I was ready. And I did badass, too, but only when I knew Janelle was pussy gaped ready.
I four-fingered ducked my bestie because my arse really got it.
I just did.
She was so surprised— releasing a wincey groan as I did the deed.
I duck-shaped my fingers and thumb, and they disappeared into her pleading, accepting true whorette hole. It was naughty and right at the same time like Larry's cock setting off pleasure spasms in my arse.
Larry was dedicated to a pulsating jagging cock pummelling that had me thinking I'd split open in happiness. I winced, too, but the groans of pleasure were stronger.
My arse was bullied, crushed and aching.
Hell, I was doing worse to Janelle.
Yet pleasure fixated on us all, and we couldn't withdraw from our actions. Our bodies would have rebelled against it.
Janelle needed a climax.
Fuck; I gave her one.
A frickin fat four-finger masterpiece. My thumb pressed on her clit.
While nothing short of cock manoeuvring genius was being applied to my arse by Larry.
Janelle exploded in femjoy.
Her body gave her no choice.
She was basically slut-ducked.
I was badassed, anally carved out by a prodigious cock at work. I craved every push-in. I marvelled with and chased every tug out. My arse loved the cock in it like I hadn't appreciated anal sex before.
Oh, I knew true anal sex now, like Janelle knew her bi whore self. I chased my orgasm back and forth along my steppies stunning cock; working my arse to a true full-scale indulgence.
But while we all got what we wanted in the shed, Janelle was correct; there was something about mature guys.
They were hot. Well, Larry was a hot shot up my arse.
Larry made us kneel and take his warm spunk in our sassy saucy slutty mouths. Too easy.
After this day, I effortlessly accepted the unusual ménage because it meant I got Janelle regular.
My steppie didn't care; he got two tarts at once.
And blonde J liked her mature guy, but she developed a quick indistinguishable bi-liking for me or at least a rude appetite for a regular humdinger of gaping her sweet love hole into an external rosebud.