“They really were porn stars,” I started, and told them about everyone I saw, and what the party was like.
“And you came back for us? When you could be spending time with them?” Pam asked.
“I’m not always a slut,” I defended myself.
Pam relaxed and giggled. I think she thought I was a slut!
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Fritz and Paul left. Pam and Tracy claimed one of the extra bedrooms. I heard them talking and heard Pam giggle, so I knew she was okay. Sandy and I got naked, and I convinced her to go onto the roof to use the hot tub. I grabbed her a wine cooler and got myself a beer from the fridge under the outdoor kitchen’s countertop.
You could see the reflection of the moon on the waves. I left the jets off so we could soak and enjoy the sound of the surf. Sandy moved close to me, and I felt her hand cover my member.
“Devin knows about us,” I said.
“Did he say something?” she asked.
“He said to tell you hello.”
“Did he cheat on Cora?” she asked.
“I didn’t see anything,” I said.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Do you really want to know?”
She thought about it, and apparently my answer satisfied her curiosity.
“I got accepted to UC Berkeley. Caryn convinced me they had a great school of business. They have a relatively new MBA program for Executives. It’s ranked eighth nationally.”
“That sounds like a good fit. Devin’s going to miss you.”
“I think that’s what Cora’s for.”
“Oh,” was my witty response.
She squeezed my package.
“Take me to bed and make love to me,” she said.
We climbed out of the hot tub and were drying off when I heard a giggle. I turned toward the noise and saw my parents, naked, as they came up the stairs. Apparently, they planned the same thing I had. I grabbed Sandy and put her behind me.
“All yours,” I said, startling them.
“We could never get him to wear clothes when he was little,” Mom told Sandy.
“Thanks for that tidbit. There’s wine coolers and beer in the fridge,” I said and left my parents to do things no son should ever even imagine.
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“Your dad’s kind of hot,” Sandy teased me.
I made a face.
“Seriously, if I were into older men, I might go for him.”
That comment got her an eye-roll.
“I bet he knows things,” she said, tapping her chin with her index finger.
“I bet if you keep it up, you’ll have to find him if you expect to get any tonight.”
“Why do men have such fragile egos?” Sandy asked.
“Are you just goading me so I’ll bring my ‘A’ game?”
“Yes, please.”
I crawled up on the bed, laid her back, and kissed her. I let my hands explore her body. Sandy wasn’t content to let me drive. She pushed me on my back and kissed her way down my stomach. My breath caught as she took me into her mouth.
“Mmm … I love the taste of you. You always smell like a man,” she said as she sniffed my stomach.
I looked into her brown eyes as she lavished nibbles on Mr. Happy. Sandy wasn’t a beauty in the classic sense. She was the girl-next-door who was fit from riding horses and snowboarding, giving her a firm bottom and muscular thighs. I watched as her head bobbed up and down. Sandy kept looking up to make sure I was watching what she was doing. I groaned when she pulled off and licked my manhood to get it wet, and then attacked my sack. She gave the jewels a thorough tongue-bath, and then took them both into her mouth as she grasped my staff.
Sandy took me back into her mouth and moved up and down slowly with delicate force as she used her tongue to tickle the underside. After the first few bobs, she took a deep breath and then obviously relaxed. I watched in complete rapture as Sandy seemed to focus herself and plunge downward as she swallowed me to the root, using her throat muscles to massage the head. Sandy looked up to see my reaction. I was amazed that she was able to take all of me.
“Yesss,” I hissed between my lips.
I reached down to move her hair so I could see her face better. Sandy jerked off my member, gasped for breath, and smiled at me.
“Do you like that?”
“You have no idea. That was fantastic.”
“I learned that just for you,” she said, obviously pleased with herself.
“I’m impressed.”
Sandy proved to me that her sword-swallowing act was no fluke. She was very determined to make an impression as she worked me over.
“Flip around so I can eat you while you do that,” I suggested.
Sandy straddled my head and then resumed her task. I’d promised her my ‘A’ game, so I devoured her. She tasted a bit like the hot tub, but that was soon replaced with her essence as she became aroused. Sandy was one of those girls who had tight little lips that allowed your tongue to glide over her sex.
When she became aroused, her lips opened up, and I gained deeper access. I used three fingers and began to rub around her nubbin. As soon as I did that, she forgot about what she was doing to me. Sandy made a little whining noise and stiffened.
“Damn, David!”
She wiggled away from me.
“Too much, too much,” she complained as she tried to get out of reach.
