Chapter 20
Harold Schlumberg bought the cottage about ten years ago and it was situated eight miles out of town on a small lake. It was not winterized and was primarily used as a place where Harold could go during the summer. do a little fishing and relax.
It had a bedroom, living room, kitchen, eating area and a screened in porch. There was no garage but there was a fireplace and electricity. His wife rarely came out there, claiming the bugs ate her alive.
It was at the end of a dirt road and No Trespassing signs were posted everywhere. It was cozy but it was beginning to fall apart and Harold was considering selling it.
He had no difficulty in making up an excuse as to why he wouldn't be in the office. He told his wife he had a meeting to attend to in a neighbouring city and he wondered if she even heard him.
Blanche officially let Harold know that she was taking a day off and in doing so managed to cover her ass.
Stephanie told her boss that she had a lot of errands to run and he gave the day off.
One week after the conversation between Harold and Blanche three cars drove up to the cottage, arriving within thirty minutes of one another.
Stephanie was the last to arrive and when she walked in through the front door Blanche stood up and immediately took her into the bedroom. Harold followed.
"Now watch carefully Harold," instructed Blanche, standing in front of the double bed with Stephanie in front of her.
Harold pulled up a chair. It was one o'clock in the afternoon and flies were buzzing outside the screened windows.
"I intend to," said Harold.
Blanche quickly took off her clothes. Then she unbuttoned Stephanie's blouse and took it off. Her skirt followed and they were placed carefully on a chair near the bed.
Stephanie kicked off her shoes as Blanche took off her bra and slid her panties down her legs. Now they were both naked.
Blanche pressed her chest into Stephanie's back and ran her hands up and down her stomach, eventually cupping her breasts and gently pinching her nipples. Stephanie started to get hot.
"Mmmmm," murmured Blanche, "such nice titties."
Blanche sat down on the end of the bed so she could run her hands up and down Stephanie's highs. Stephanie looked right at Schlumberg who had a hardon already.
Then Blanche began to play with Stephanie's cunt, manipulating her generous folds and giving her a nice forger fucking which mad her begin to pant.
"Such a hot little pussy," said Blanche.
"It feels soooo good," panted Stephanie.
Blanche's finger buried itself up into Stephanie's cunt as Stephanie began to rub her own breasts swaying on her feet slightly as she got more and more excited.
Schlumberg watched intently as Blanche stood up and Stephanie sat down on the end of the bed, her legs spread wide apart, her breasts lolling on her chest.
"Suck me," she panted.
"Like it so far, Harold?" asked Blanche over her shoulder as she got down on her knees.
"It's great."
"It'll get better."
"I can't wait."
"Neither can I," panted Stephanie.
"Sorry," said Blanche She took her fingers and spread Stephanie's cunt lips far apart, revealing her pinkish inner flesh. Then she ran her tongue up and down her slit.
"Oh, oh," moaned Stephanie.
Blanche licked her cunt all over before she thrust her tongue up into her hole and kept it there, poking and probing it all around.
Stephanie began to buck her pelvis up into Blanche's face as she raced toward an orgasm. Blanche worked on her love button as Schlumberg stood up and took off his clothes, his cock springing to life and he wondered how soon he would be able to join the action. He also wondered about what all this was going to do to his blood pressure but he said fuck it, if one thing doesn't kill me something else will and from what I've seen of hospitals, this beats it by a mile.
"I'm cooooooooming," yelled Stephanie.
Blanche sucked as hard as she could, filling her mouth with Stephanie's hairy cunt mound and her cream which gushed out of her.
"I don't believe this," said Schlumberg.
"AARRGHHHH," yelled Stephanie as she came a second time.
Then Blanche took her come-smeared mouth off of her cunt and squatted over but she did it in such a way so that she was facing Schlumberg.
Stephanie immediately mashed her mouth against her cunt and began to eat her. Blanche played with her nipples, getting them thumb hard, adding to her pleasure and she began to pant.
Schlumberg leaned forward in his chair as Blanche's face contorted as she strained and fought her way towards an orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped.
She came and Schlumberg could see the cream dribbling out from between her cunt lips. He was extremely tempted to fuck Stephanie right then and there but he remembered about another kind of fucking he would get from Blanche if he tried anything to he immediately forgot about it and concentrated on Blanche instead.
He went over and felt her breasts and when he did that Blanche reached out and began to stroke his prick up and down and play with his balls.
Blanche sat up, mashing her cunt down on Stephanie's face as she licked the head of Schlumberg's prick with the flat of her tongue.
Then he began to mouth fuck her, his cock as hard and stiff as it had ever been in its life. Stephanie continued to eat Blanche, approaching another orgasm.
She writhed around and took as much of her cunt mound into her mouth as she could. When she came, Schlumberg looked down and saw her cream ooze out of her cunt and onto the sheet.
Then he came, shooting a wad of jism into Blanche's mouth. She swallowed and sucked him dry and he pulled back, breathing hard.
Blanche came right after that and when she was finished she got off of Stephanie and laid down beside her on the bed while Schlumberg went into the kitchen and came back with three cold beers.
Stephanie and Blanche sat up and swigged, foam forming mustaches on their upper lips. Schlumberg sat down in his chair, his' cock limp.
"That was fun," said Blanche.
"It was," agreed Stephanie. "Don't bother to introduce me to your friend."
"No names, please," said Harold.
"Did you enjoy it?" asked Blanche.
"Very much but not as much as you two did," he said as he swigged some beer.
"Those are the breaks, I guess," said Stephanie.
"I guess so," said Schlumberg.
"Don't bust his balls," said Blanche. "We both know it turned you on."
"Sorry."
"No need to apologize," said Schlumberg.
"He's probably wondering if there's going to be more," said Stephanie.
"Are you?" asked Blanche.
"Well, I really have nothing to say in the matter, do I?"
"Not really," said Blanche.
"We're just getting warmed up," said Stephanie. "You're in no rush are you?"
"Me?"
"No, I was asking the chipmunk out there," said Stephanie.
"I have plenty of time," he said.
"Good."
"You wouldn't mind if Harold gets included in the action, would you?" asked Blanche.
"What you do with your pussy and mouth is your own business. I don't want him near me," replied Stephanie. "But don't take it personally."
"Heaven forbid," said Schlumberg.
Blanche started to rub Stephanie's breasts and they both got hot again and Schlumberg felt his cock begin to stir between his legs.
Blanche rubbed Stephanie's cunt as she spread her legs far apart.
"Come on over here Harold, I'm sure we can find a way for you to make yourself useful."
It turned out to be a long afternoon but one that Harold would never forget.