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That structured day when Mrs. Peterson brought Abby and Ashley over to Mr. Jones' house was the first of many activities we all participated in together. Days at the beach, trips to museums, movies, dinners, days at the mall, all became more common as time passed. Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson never really got romantic as far as we knew, but they certainly flirted a lot and united over bringing all of us together. Abby and I were staples at these houses that weren't really our homes; we both came from large families and often weren't missed by our own parents, one less person to deal with.
One Friday, Mark and I were over at Ashley's house waiting for her mom to get home. Mr. Jones was out of town that weekend so Mark and I were scheming to get the girls alone over at his house, but of course Mrs. Peterson knew the score and knew just what we'd be up to. She had planned a game night at her house where we'd all play board games, eat pizza, and have a generally wholesome time. It wasn't that her idea of fun wasn't fun -- we all had a grand time laughing and just being together -- but we also wanted to fuck. It had been months since that first night we were all in the hot tub together, and we'd all taken every chance we could to fool around together, but the time for us to "do the deed" hadn't really presented itself as easily as we had anticipated.
The phone rang, and Ashley answered.
"Oh hi mom. Sure....uh-huh...yeah. Okay." she said.
"Mom said she'll be here in half an hour and that pizza is on the way. We're supposed to get the table set and pick out a couple of games to play."
"Damn, 30 minutes? That's hardly any time!" I lamented, pulling Abby down onto my lap and planting a deep kiss on her mouth. I reached up and groped one of her big tits and felt her ass grinding against my quickly hardening cock.
"None of that, Mom will kill us if she comes back and finds us fooling around," said Ashley.
By the time the bell rang with the pizza, the table was set and we had selected a couple of games. No sign of Mrs. Peterson yet, though.
"Well, we can go ahead and have some food," said Ashley.
Mark and I sat down and started scarfing down pizza while the girls picked at it. "You two are like a couple of a****ls," commented Ashley.
"Gotta keep our energy up," I said.
"Oh, so later when you two are in bed you have plenty to spare!" said Abby.
We all laughed. Mark and I continued with our routine of sucking and fucking and doing whatever we wanted, and Abby and Ashley flew under the radar of Mrs. Peterson with their escapades in bed together. She had a nose for the smell that a couple of horny boys left behind, but didn't suspect anything when she came into Ashley's room and it reeked of pussy -- it was a pretty regular occurrence in a house where only women lived. And while we fooled around with Abby and Ashley whenever we could, our respective same-sex relationships were easier to cover under the watchful eye of Mrs. Peterson. Mr. Jones also kept a close eye on the four of us when we were all together, according to Mrs. Peterson's wishes.
We heard a crack outside and saw a huge flash of lightning.
"Holy shit, that was loud!" said Mark.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Oh, hi Mom," Ashley said. "Yeah, it came.....oh yeah? Uh-huh...okay. I guess we'll see you then."
It was pouring outside by then.
"Mom can't get out of the office," Ashley said. "All the roads are closing and a huge tree fell on her car. She's going to be stuck there...all night it sounds like."
There was a silence and tension in the room you could cut with a knife.
"She told me that we should all go into the basement during the storm, and there shouldn't be any funny business."
No doubt she would know what we were up to, but at this point, after all these months of teasing, what happened next was more or less inevitable.
The four of us hastily cleaned up our dinner mess and went down to the basement in Ashley's house, which had a couple of big sofas and a big TV. I flipped on the TV and started flipping channels when the girls came down. Abby sat very close to me, and Ashley and Mark were tangled up on the other sofa. We were all making out soon enough.
I reached up under Abby's shirt and she reached around and unclasped her bra. I felt the weight of her bare tits in my hand, felt the goosebumps rise from her skin when she pulled her shirt up over her head and I breathed against her nipples before taking one, then the other in my mouth. I felt her reach down and tug off my shirt, and felt her pull on my nipples -- she had seen Mark tug on my nipples, and enjoyed doing it to me as well. By the time she reached down and grasped my penis through my shorts, I thought I was ready to cum. We had that awkward moment slipping out of our bottoms, and we were naked, just about to fuck, when I felt something hit my head.
"Cover it up buddy," Mark said to me before turning back to Ashley. I hadn't noticed that they were also completely naked across from us, also about to fuck for the first time. I unwrapped the condom he had tossed me and pulled it on, and it was happening before I knew it...my cock was deep inside Abby's slick, wet pussy. She had her hands on my chest and she was straddling me, I could feel her hard nipples against my chest as my cock reached the deepest point it possibly could inside her, I could feel her hand against her clit rubbing away while we fucked for the first time, and her deep groans coupled with the short, high pitched squeals that Ashley was making were almost too hot for me to handle. Abby had a slow, deliberate method to her fucking, she was milking me for all I was worth. I'm sure it didn't last long, couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes, but it felt absolutely fantastic.
On the other sofa, Mark was on top of Ashley, fucking her fast and hard. She was whimpering quickly as he drove his dick inside her at a machine gun rapid pace. Abby and I watched them screwing and were kissing a little, but mostly enjoying the show. When Mark finally came and dismounted, Abby and I both started clapping and cheering and laughing.
"Jesus Christ Mark," I said, "I don't think I've ever seen you move that fast, like, ever."
"You gonna fuck me like that later?" Abby said out loud, presumably to me, but really just out loud.
Ashley was gasping for breath and said, "Whew, it's about time we got to do that. I've been wanting to get that cock inside me for the last 8 months!"
We all had a laugh and the girls excused themselves to the bathroom. I got up and high fived Mark and we pulled off our condoms with that familiar SNAP. Both our cocks were still a little hard, and we collapsed on the couch together.
"I can't believe we finally did it," I said.
"I know man, I've been wanting to fuck that pussy since the time we all got naked in the hot tub. I can't believe it took so long to happen. Abby looked like she was just trying to fuck the life out of you over there, riding you all slow and sexy."
"Yeah man, it felt fucking amazing. I can't believe I lasted as long as I did."
When the girls came out of the bathroom, there was another huge clap of thunder and through the small basement windows, we saw more lightning.
"I wonder what's going on out there," said Mark.
"You wanna try calling your dad's cell phone to see what's up where he is?" I asked.
"That's not a bad idea, Justin. Best to see what's happening."
Justin dialed and got no answer from his dad's phone. Ashley tried her Mom again -- half because she was worried, half because she was worried about her showing up at the house -- and she said that she was definitely stuck at her office.
The four of us were naked, flipping channels, when we heard the basement door open. Mark and I made a mad dash for the bathroom and the girls scrambled to cover up with a blanket from the sofa.
"Oh, uh, hi Mr. Jones!" we heard Ashley say through the door.
"Shit, busted!" I said to Mark. Though he was very permissive with us, he did always advise us that at Mrs. Peterson's house, it was her rules. He probably wasn't going to like what he saw if he investigated at all.
"Hellfire! What's going on here? Where are the boys?" he asked.
"In the bathroom," Abby responded.
"Oh...okay. Well, I saw what was happening and made a dash back here to check on you guys," he said. "I just got off the phone with your mom and I'm going to head over to rescue her, but the four of you are coming with me."
"Ah, okay?" Ashley said. "Give us a minute and we'll come upstairs?"
"Yeah....okay."
We heard him go up the stairs and the four of us quickly got dressed and got the room straightened out. Mark took our used condoms and pocketed them in the wrappers. Kind of gross but we were in a hurry.
When we got upstairs, Mr. Jones gave us a little glare and then flashed a bit of a grin. The girls ran upstairs to grab a few supplies. He whispered in our ears, "I figured you fuckers were up to no good over here!" and slapped us on the back. "You played it safe, right? Like we talked about?"
"Sheesh Dad," Mark said.
"Yeah, we did Mr. Jones" I whispered back at him.
"Well, Mrs. Peterson wasn't going to stop this from happening eventually. I'm surprised it took this long. Only reason it didn't happen sooner is because of all the activities you two get up to on your own."
We both blushed a little. He had no idea that the girls also spent their nights together doing much the same that Mark and I did. But he did have a point -- I'm sure if we weren't able to satisfy our urges together, we would have been having sex with the girls a lot sooner.
Once the girls came downstairs, Mr. Jones piled us all into his SUV and we were off to the races. The roads were treacherous getting to Mrs. Peterson's office, but Mr. Jones made it. "No way you guys would have made it over here in the Mustang," commenting on Mark's car. He pulled up to the front door and ran inside to retrieve Mrs. Peterson.
Once he was out of the car, Abby looked at us and said, "There's no way he doesn't know what we were doing."
"Yeah...but he won't say anything." Mark said. "Dad knows that this was going to happen eventually."
"I'm just surprised he didn't rip off that blanket you two were hiding under to get a peek," I said.
"He would have gotten quite the show!" said Mark, giving the girls a hard time.
"Well, good thing we finally fucked, otherwise we might have had to take it from him." said Ashley smartly.
"Ha, the old man wouldn't last with the two of you. I don't think anyone would last with both of you on them," I said.
Just then, Mrs. Peterson and Mr. Jones came barreling out of the office. Mark got out of the front seat and slid into the back so Mrs. Peterson could get in with Mr. Jones up front.
In a semi-panicked voice, she looked back at us and said, "Thank god you all were together and are okay! I was worried something bad would happen!"
"Nothing bad happened at all, Mom," said Ashley. "We had a good time."
"I bet you did. Who won game night?"
"We didn't keep score," I said. "I guess we all won tonight!"
She looked at us quizzically. "I know you're up to something, but it's late, I'm wet, tired, and hungry, and I want to get out of here."
"Sounds good to me," said Mr. Jones. "We're all going to hunker down at our house, we have the generator in case the power goes out and there's plenty of space for everyone." We drove past the crumpled mess of Mrs. Peterson's car in the lot. The tree that fell on it had totally demolished it.
"We'll deal with that tomorrow," said Mr. Jones. "It's just a car."
By the time we all made it back to Mr. Jones house and got inside, we were all soaked.
"This will not do at all," said Mrs. Peterson, looking at the girls in their wet shorts and t-shirts, and herself in her very wet skirt and blouse. "We need to get out of these wet clothes."
"No sweat," said Mr. Jones. "You three go upstairs, girls, you use Mark's bathroom and Deb, you can use mine. There are towels up there and we'll find something for you all to wear."
The women disappeared upstairs. "Strip down boys, and go get dressed while the girls get cleaned up. Give them some long t-shirts to wear or something."
We did as we were told, and saw Mark's dad disappear into his room. The girls were laughing in Mark's bathroom and we peeked in at them both in the nude, drying off.
"Hey, get out of here, my Mom is just down the hall," Ashley said.
"Just checking things out!" Mark said, laughing. "Take something out of the closet or dresser to wear."
Mark and I slid into some basketball shorts and t-shirts and went back downstairs. We looked in the freezer and found one of his dad's trays of baked ziti in there, so we threw it in the oven and waited.
The girls came down ten or fifteen minutes later, dressed in some old short soccer shorts Mark had and loose t shirts. Immediately we could see that they weren't wearing bras and both of us commented.
"Where's your mom and my dad," Mark wondered aloud.
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Upstairs, Mrs. Peterson had just stepped out of the hot shower and was wrapping a towel around herself when she saw Mr. Jones standing in his room, stark naked.
"Oh my," she thought to herself. She could feel a little twinge of excitement between her legs as she watched him step into a pair of gym shorts and pull a t shirt over his head. She got a good look at his penis from the side. "Not too shabby," she said to herself, taking in the six inches of thick, flaccid penis that hung between his legs. "Probably a good size once it gets hard." She could scarcely believe she was even thinking it -- she hadn't had sex in over a year, and Frank had been such a good friend.
"Everything okay in there?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Oh, uh, yes. Everything is fine," Mrs. Peterson responded.
"You decent?" Mr. Jones said, gently pushing the door open. "Here's a robe," he said, handing the garment over to Mrs. Peterson.
"Thanks again for tonight," said Mrs. Peterson to Mr. Jones.
"Oh, you know it's no problem," said Mr. Jones. "I didn't really want to be on the job all weekend anyway, and I'm glad to come to the rescue."
He was a gentleman, no one could deny that, thought Mrs. Peterson. A gentleman with a long cock, she thought to herself.
"Let's go down and see how they're shaping up," Mr. Jones suggested.
They descended into the kitchen to find Mark and Justin playing a game of canasta against Ashley and Abby. It was one of the many card games they had all learned to play together on one of the many weekends they spent in the backyard at Mr. Jones' house.
"What smells good?" Mrs. Peterson said.
"Smells like my grandma's ziti recipe!" said Mr. Jones.
"Yeah, I tossed one in, figured everyone would be hungry after all the events of tonight," said Mark.
The group at the table seemed to exchange knowing glances at that statement, but Mrs. Peterson didn't have the energy to question them.
Mr. Jones pulled the pasta out of the oven and a stack of bowls from the cabinet. Everyone sat around the table eating pasta and Mr. Jones opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for himself and Mrs. Peterson.
"Guess this didn't turn out so bad after all," Mrs. Peterson commented.
The six of them played cards and chatted for a couple of hours until it was time to get to sleep.
"Well, the boys can crash down in the basement, and the girls can take Mark's room," said Mr. Jones. "Deb, you can take the guest room upstairs."
Mr. Jones pulled back the coverlet in the guest room and found that there were no sheets on the bed.
"Shit, my cleaning girl must have forgotten," he said. "There's a set in the closet, we can make it quickly," he said to Mrs. Peterson.
It was definitely partially the wine talking, but Mrs. Peterson was also horny as fuck. "Or, I could just...stay with you?"
Mr. Jones took a look at Mrs. Peterson. She wasn't built like most of the women he dated -- he usually went for a little bit trashier types, women he'd date a few times and move on. Deb was a full figured, independent, professional woman. He didn't know if it was a good idea to get involved with her, especially given the situation with Mark and Justin and Ashley and Abby. But in a split second, he said, "Why not?"
The two climbed into his bed, and Mrs. Peterson shed her robe on the way in. Mr. Jones' cock was hard almost immediately and the two pressed their bodies together. If we're being honest, what happened next was pretty vanilla...Mr. Jones put on a condom, Mrs. Peterson spread her thighs, and Mr. Jones gave her a fucking she hadn't had in years, better than her husband had ever given her, and she actually had an orgasm while they fucked. When they were finished, Mr. Jones leaned in and kissed her and said, "Is this okay?"
"More than okay," said Mrs. Peterson. "I really needed that."
"I think I did, too," said Mr. Jones. He leaned in and they made out some more, eventually falling asleep.
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In the morning, Ashley, Abby, Mark, and I all woke up before Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson.
"I think I heard them fucking last night. There wasn't anyone in the guest room," said Ashley matter of factly.
"Dude, that's a little weird," I said to Mark. "If they got married you and Ashley would be...."
"You think I haven't thought about that?" said Mark. "Gonna have to talk to the old man about that."
"Man, I could go for a swim right now," I said.
Abby pouted, "We can't come though, we don't have anything to wear and Mrs. Peterson could come down at any moment."
"Oh, hell with it. This is my house and if I want to swim naked, I'm going to swim naked," said Mark, walking out the backdoor, shedding his clothes as he went.
"I'm coming too!" I said, stripping down and jumping into the pool.
The girls sat on the edge of the pool with their legs dangling in. It was already getting hot outside, and it was going to be a humid day. The t shirts they were wearing were already starting to cling to their skin.
Just then Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson came outside.
"BOYS!" said Mr. Jones. "Just what do you think you're doing? We have guests!"
"Oh, Frank, relax," Mrs. Peterson said. "You think I don't know what the four of them have been up to for the last six months? I wasn't born yesterday."
Everyone kind of looked around at each other. Mrs. Peterson had always been kind of uptight, but she was so relaxed now.
"And don't think I didn't see what you all were up to in the basement last night. I have cameras all over that house and I know just what kind of fun you were having last night."
I wanted to crawl under a rock. Mrs. Peterson had seen us all fucking in her basement last night!
"Well, go on, go for a swim girls," she said. Abby and Ashley looked at each other and collectively decided, without saying a word, not to question the situation. They shed their borrowed clothes and slipped into the pool naked under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Peterson.
"You thought I was so uptight," Mrs. Peterson said to Mr. Jones. "Well, I know a thing or two about what's been going on. I just wanted to make sure everyone was really close before any feelings got hurt."
Mr. Jones didn't really know what to say. "I guess this changes things a little?" he said.
"Just means we can leave the four of them alone when we want to be alone," she said, grasping his cock through the robe he had on.
"Or, not," she whispered in his ear devilishly.
One Friday, Mark and I were over at Ashley's house waiting for her mom to get home. Mr. Jones was out of town that weekend so Mark and I were scheming to get the girls alone over at his house, but of course Mrs. Peterson knew the score and knew just what we'd be up to. She had planned a game night at her house where we'd all play board games, eat pizza, and have a generally wholesome time. It wasn't that her idea of fun wasn't fun -- we all had a grand time laughing and just being together -- but we also wanted to fuck. It had been months since that first night we were all in the hot tub together, and we'd all taken every chance we could to fool around together, but the time for us to "do the deed" hadn't really presented itself as easily as we had anticipated.
The phone rang, and Ashley answered.
"Oh hi mom. Sure....uh-huh...yeah. Okay." she said.
"Mom said she'll be here in half an hour and that pizza is on the way. We're supposed to get the table set and pick out a couple of games to play."
"Damn, 30 minutes? That's hardly any time!" I lamented, pulling Abby down onto my lap and planting a deep kiss on her mouth. I reached up and groped one of her big tits and felt her ass grinding against my quickly hardening cock.
"None of that, Mom will kill us if she comes back and finds us fooling around," said Ashley.
By the time the bell rang with the pizza, the table was set and we had selected a couple of games. No sign of Mrs. Peterson yet, though.
"Well, we can go ahead and have some food," said Ashley.
Mark and I sat down and started scarfing down pizza while the girls picked at it. "You two are like a couple of a****ls," commented Ashley.
"Gotta keep our energy up," I said.
"Oh, so later when you two are in bed you have plenty to spare!" said Abby.
We all laughed. Mark and I continued with our routine of sucking and fucking and doing whatever we wanted, and Abby and Ashley flew under the radar of Mrs. Peterson with their escapades in bed together. She had a nose for the smell that a couple of horny boys left behind, but didn't suspect anything when she came into Ashley's room and it reeked of pussy -- it was a pretty regular occurrence in a house where only women lived. And while we fooled around with Abby and Ashley whenever we could, our respective same-sex relationships were easier to cover under the watchful eye of Mrs. Peterson. Mr. Jones also kept a close eye on the four of us when we were all together, according to Mrs. Peterson's wishes.
We heard a crack outside and saw a huge flash of lightning.
"Holy shit, that was loud!" said Mark.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Oh, hi Mom," Ashley said. "Yeah, it came.....oh yeah? Uh-huh...okay. I guess we'll see you then."
It was pouring outside by then.
"Mom can't get out of the office," Ashley said. "All the roads are closing and a huge tree fell on her car. She's going to be stuck there...all night it sounds like."
There was a silence and tension in the room you could cut with a knife.
"She told me that we should all go into the basement during the storm, and there shouldn't be any funny business."
No doubt she would know what we were up to, but at this point, after all these months of teasing, what happened next was more or less inevitable.
The four of us hastily cleaned up our dinner mess and went down to the basement in Ashley's house, which had a couple of big sofas and a big TV. I flipped on the TV and started flipping channels when the girls came down. Abby sat very close to me, and Ashley and Mark were tangled up on the other sofa. We were all making out soon enough.
I reached up under Abby's shirt and she reached around and unclasped her bra. I felt the weight of her bare tits in my hand, felt the goosebumps rise from her skin when she pulled her shirt up over her head and I breathed against her nipples before taking one, then the other in my mouth. I felt her reach down and tug off my shirt, and felt her pull on my nipples -- she had seen Mark tug on my nipples, and enjoyed doing it to me as well. By the time she reached down and grasped my penis through my shorts, I thought I was ready to cum. We had that awkward moment slipping out of our bottoms, and we were naked, just about to fuck, when I felt something hit my head.
"Cover it up buddy," Mark said to me before turning back to Ashley. I hadn't noticed that they were also completely naked across from us, also about to fuck for the first time. I unwrapped the condom he had tossed me and pulled it on, and it was happening before I knew it...my cock was deep inside Abby's slick, wet pussy. She had her hands on my chest and she was straddling me, I could feel her hard nipples against my chest as my cock reached the deepest point it possibly could inside her, I could feel her hand against her clit rubbing away while we fucked for the first time, and her deep groans coupled with the short, high pitched squeals that Ashley was making were almost too hot for me to handle. Abby had a slow, deliberate method to her fucking, she was milking me for all I was worth. I'm sure it didn't last long, couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes, but it felt absolutely fantastic.
On the other sofa, Mark was on top of Ashley, fucking her fast and hard. She was whimpering quickly as he drove his dick inside her at a machine gun rapid pace. Abby and I watched them screwing and were kissing a little, but mostly enjoying the show. When Mark finally came and dismounted, Abby and I both started clapping and cheering and laughing.
"Jesus Christ Mark," I said, "I don't think I've ever seen you move that fast, like, ever."
"You gonna fuck me like that later?" Abby said out loud, presumably to me, but really just out loud.
Ashley was gasping for breath and said, "Whew, it's about time we got to do that. I've been wanting to get that cock inside me for the last 8 months!"
We all had a laugh and the girls excused themselves to the bathroom. I got up and high fived Mark and we pulled off our condoms with that familiar SNAP. Both our cocks were still a little hard, and we collapsed on the couch together.
"I can't believe we finally did it," I said.
"I know man, I've been wanting to fuck that pussy since the time we all got naked in the hot tub. I can't believe it took so long to happen. Abby looked like she was just trying to fuck the life out of you over there, riding you all slow and sexy."
"Yeah man, it felt fucking amazing. I can't believe I lasted as long as I did."
When the girls came out of the bathroom, there was another huge clap of thunder and through the small basement windows, we saw more lightning.
"I wonder what's going on out there," said Mark.
"You wanna try calling your dad's cell phone to see what's up where he is?" I asked.
"That's not a bad idea, Justin. Best to see what's happening."
Justin dialed and got no answer from his dad's phone. Ashley tried her Mom again -- half because she was worried, half because she was worried about her showing up at the house -- and she said that she was definitely stuck at her office.
The four of us were naked, flipping channels, when we heard the basement door open. Mark and I made a mad dash for the bathroom and the girls scrambled to cover up with a blanket from the sofa.
"Oh, uh, hi Mr. Jones!" we heard Ashley say through the door.
"Shit, busted!" I said to Mark. Though he was very permissive with us, he did always advise us that at Mrs. Peterson's house, it was her rules. He probably wasn't going to like what he saw if he investigated at all.
"Hellfire! What's going on here? Where are the boys?" he asked.
"In the bathroom," Abby responded.
"Oh...okay. Well, I saw what was happening and made a dash back here to check on you guys," he said. "I just got off the phone with your mom and I'm going to head over to rescue her, but the four of you are coming with me."
"Ah, okay?" Ashley said. "Give us a minute and we'll come upstairs?"
"Yeah....okay."
We heard him go up the stairs and the four of us quickly got dressed and got the room straightened out. Mark took our used condoms and pocketed them in the wrappers. Kind of gross but we were in a hurry.
When we got upstairs, Mr. Jones gave us a little glare and then flashed a bit of a grin. The girls ran upstairs to grab a few supplies. He whispered in our ears, "I figured you fuckers were up to no good over here!" and slapped us on the back. "You played it safe, right? Like we talked about?"
"Sheesh Dad," Mark said.
"Yeah, we did Mr. Jones" I whispered back at him.
"Well, Mrs. Peterson wasn't going to stop this from happening eventually. I'm surprised it took this long. Only reason it didn't happen sooner is because of all the activities you two get up to on your own."
We both blushed a little. He had no idea that the girls also spent their nights together doing much the same that Mark and I did. But he did have a point -- I'm sure if we weren't able to satisfy our urges together, we would have been having sex with the girls a lot sooner.
Once the girls came downstairs, Mr. Jones piled us all into his SUV and we were off to the races. The roads were treacherous getting to Mrs. Peterson's office, but Mr. Jones made it. "No way you guys would have made it over here in the Mustang," commenting on Mark's car. He pulled up to the front door and ran inside to retrieve Mrs. Peterson.
Once he was out of the car, Abby looked at us and said, "There's no way he doesn't know what we were doing."
"Yeah...but he won't say anything." Mark said. "Dad knows that this was going to happen eventually."
"I'm just surprised he didn't rip off that blanket you two were hiding under to get a peek," I said.
"He would have gotten quite the show!" said Mark, giving the girls a hard time.
"Well, good thing we finally fucked, otherwise we might have had to take it from him." said Ashley smartly.
"Ha, the old man wouldn't last with the two of you. I don't think anyone would last with both of you on them," I said.
Just then, Mrs. Peterson and Mr. Jones came barreling out of the office. Mark got out of the front seat and slid into the back so Mrs. Peterson could get in with Mr. Jones up front.
In a semi-panicked voice, she looked back at us and said, "Thank god you all were together and are okay! I was worried something bad would happen!"
"Nothing bad happened at all, Mom," said Ashley. "We had a good time."
"I bet you did. Who won game night?"
"We didn't keep score," I said. "I guess we all won tonight!"
She looked at us quizzically. "I know you're up to something, but it's late, I'm wet, tired, and hungry, and I want to get out of here."
"Sounds good to me," said Mr. Jones. "We're all going to hunker down at our house, we have the generator in case the power goes out and there's plenty of space for everyone." We drove past the crumpled mess of Mrs. Peterson's car in the lot. The tree that fell on it had totally demolished it.
"We'll deal with that tomorrow," said Mr. Jones. "It's just a car."
By the time we all made it back to Mr. Jones house and got inside, we were all soaked.
"This will not do at all," said Mrs. Peterson, looking at the girls in their wet shorts and t-shirts, and herself in her very wet skirt and blouse. "We need to get out of these wet clothes."
"No sweat," said Mr. Jones. "You three go upstairs, girls, you use Mark's bathroom and Deb, you can use mine. There are towels up there and we'll find something for you all to wear."
The women disappeared upstairs. "Strip down boys, and go get dressed while the girls get cleaned up. Give them some long t-shirts to wear or something."
We did as we were told, and saw Mark's dad disappear into his room. The girls were laughing in Mark's bathroom and we peeked in at them both in the nude, drying off.
"Hey, get out of here, my Mom is just down the hall," Ashley said.
"Just checking things out!" Mark said, laughing. "Take something out of the closet or dresser to wear."
Mark and I slid into some basketball shorts and t-shirts and went back downstairs. We looked in the freezer and found one of his dad's trays of baked ziti in there, so we threw it in the oven and waited.
The girls came down ten or fifteen minutes later, dressed in some old short soccer shorts Mark had and loose t shirts. Immediately we could see that they weren't wearing bras and both of us commented.
"Where's your mom and my dad," Mark wondered aloud.
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Upstairs, Mrs. Peterson had just stepped out of the hot shower and was wrapping a towel around herself when she saw Mr. Jones standing in his room, stark naked.
"Oh my," she thought to herself. She could feel a little twinge of excitement between her legs as she watched him step into a pair of gym shorts and pull a t shirt over his head. She got a good look at his penis from the side. "Not too shabby," she said to herself, taking in the six inches of thick, flaccid penis that hung between his legs. "Probably a good size once it gets hard." She could scarcely believe she was even thinking it -- she hadn't had sex in over a year, and Frank had been such a good friend.
"Everything okay in there?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Oh, uh, yes. Everything is fine," Mrs. Peterson responded.
"You decent?" Mr. Jones said, gently pushing the door open. "Here's a robe," he said, handing the garment over to Mrs. Peterson.
"Thanks again for tonight," said Mrs. Peterson to Mr. Jones.
"Oh, you know it's no problem," said Mr. Jones. "I didn't really want to be on the job all weekend anyway, and I'm glad to come to the rescue."
He was a gentleman, no one could deny that, thought Mrs. Peterson. A gentleman with a long cock, she thought to herself.
"Let's go down and see how they're shaping up," Mr. Jones suggested.
They descended into the kitchen to find Mark and Justin playing a game of canasta against Ashley and Abby. It was one of the many card games they had all learned to play together on one of the many weekends they spent in the backyard at Mr. Jones' house.
"What smells good?" Mrs. Peterson said.
"Smells like my grandma's ziti recipe!" said Mr. Jones.
"Yeah, I tossed one in, figured everyone would be hungry after all the events of tonight," said Mark.
The group at the table seemed to exchange knowing glances at that statement, but Mrs. Peterson didn't have the energy to question them.
Mr. Jones pulled the pasta out of the oven and a stack of bowls from the cabinet. Everyone sat around the table eating pasta and Mr. Jones opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for himself and Mrs. Peterson.
"Guess this didn't turn out so bad after all," Mrs. Peterson commented.
The six of them played cards and chatted for a couple of hours until it was time to get to sleep.
"Well, the boys can crash down in the basement, and the girls can take Mark's room," said Mr. Jones. "Deb, you can take the guest room upstairs."
Mr. Jones pulled back the coverlet in the guest room and found that there were no sheets on the bed.
"Shit, my cleaning girl must have forgotten," he said. "There's a set in the closet, we can make it quickly," he said to Mrs. Peterson.
It was definitely partially the wine talking, but Mrs. Peterson was also horny as fuck. "Or, I could just...stay with you?"
Mr. Jones took a look at Mrs. Peterson. She wasn't built like most of the women he dated -- he usually went for a little bit trashier types, women he'd date a few times and move on. Deb was a full figured, independent, professional woman. He didn't know if it was a good idea to get involved with her, especially given the situation with Mark and Justin and Ashley and Abby. But in a split second, he said, "Why not?"
The two climbed into his bed, and Mrs. Peterson shed her robe on the way in. Mr. Jones' cock was hard almost immediately and the two pressed their bodies together. If we're being honest, what happened next was pretty vanilla...Mr. Jones put on a condom, Mrs. Peterson spread her thighs, and Mr. Jones gave her a fucking she hadn't had in years, better than her husband had ever given her, and she actually had an orgasm while they fucked. When they were finished, Mr. Jones leaned in and kissed her and said, "Is this okay?"
"More than okay," said Mrs. Peterson. "I really needed that."
"I think I did, too," said Mr. Jones. He leaned in and they made out some more, eventually falling asleep.
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In the morning, Ashley, Abby, Mark, and I all woke up before Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson.
"I think I heard them fucking last night. There wasn't anyone in the guest room," said Ashley matter of factly.
"Dude, that's a little weird," I said to Mark. "If they got married you and Ashley would be...."
"You think I haven't thought about that?" said Mark. "Gonna have to talk to the old man about that."
"Man, I could go for a swim right now," I said.
Abby pouted, "We can't come though, we don't have anything to wear and Mrs. Peterson could come down at any moment."
"Oh, hell with it. This is my house and if I want to swim naked, I'm going to swim naked," said Mark, walking out the backdoor, shedding his clothes as he went.
"I'm coming too!" I said, stripping down and jumping into the pool.
The girls sat on the edge of the pool with their legs dangling in. It was already getting hot outside, and it was going to be a humid day. The t shirts they were wearing were already starting to cling to their skin.
Just then Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson came outside.
"BOYS!" said Mr. Jones. "Just what do you think you're doing? We have guests!"
"Oh, Frank, relax," Mrs. Peterson said. "You think I don't know what the four of them have been up to for the last six months? I wasn't born yesterday."
Everyone kind of looked around at each other. Mrs. Peterson had always been kind of uptight, but she was so relaxed now.
"And don't think I didn't see what you all were up to in the basement last night. I have cameras all over that house and I know just what kind of fun you were having last night."
I wanted to crawl under a rock. Mrs. Peterson had seen us all fucking in her basement last night!
"Well, go on, go for a swim girls," she said. Abby and Ashley looked at each other and collectively decided, without saying a word, not to question the situation. They shed their borrowed clothes and slipped into the pool naked under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Peterson.
"You thought I was so uptight," Mrs. Peterson said to Mr. Jones. "Well, I know a thing or two about what's been going on. I just wanted to make sure everyone was really close before any feelings got hurt."
Mr. Jones didn't really know what to say. "I guess this changes things a little?" he said.
"Just means we can leave the four of them alone when we want to be alone," she said, grasping his cock through the robe he had on.
"Or, not," she whispered in his ear devilishly.
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