My Weekend with Coeds Pt. 02

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This story is a continuation of My Weekend with Coed’s and for continuity it would be best if that story is read first. In the Part One I told about my first meeting April (my stepson Ben’s fiancé) and Lorelei her best friend. As I stated at the start of part one this story is actually about Lorelei but April is a wonderful bonus.

A little background is in order; my name is Trey Gaines, I am a widower with two young adult step kids, Ben (20 years old) and Becky (16 years old). I married their mother when they were very young so they grew up with me as dad, and I could not love them more had they been born to me. My wife, their mother, died eleven years ago, Ben is in college and Becky in high school, this story picks up at our lake house the weekend I first met April and Lorelei. Ben had a fraternity party and one of the Seadoos broke done, he asked me to come down and repair it, I did, and my life has not been the same since.

After breakfast I cleaned the kitchen with the help of the nearly nude Lorelei, her bikini top failed to cover even the areola of her supple breasts, cleavage, side boob, bottom boob, nearly all the boobs were exposed, and the bikini bottom consisted of two strings and a postage stamp sized rectangle of material that left exposed her crimson landing strip and the very top of her clitoral hood. And the entirety of her sun burnt buttocks.

Lorelei is a college Junior of 20 but can look anywhere from preteen to thirty depending on how she chooses to present herself. She is built like a brick shithouse with an hour-glass figure, strong muscular legs with well-defined claves and thighs, her butt is a perfect heart shape with just enough roundness to be full without going ghetto, her stomach is flat and she has C cup torpedo tits that stand out firm, her bright red hair frames a fiery halo of curls and waves around a pixie, freckled face, and falls to mid-thigh, her pubic hair is just as red as that on her head, yet even more curly. Her skin is that translucent pearl of Irish royalty, with blue veins visibly crisscrossing her cleavage. Her eyes are green with golden flecks that resemble an exploding skyrocket, her lips aren’t overly full but have a perfect heart shape and are softer than any I have ever touched. Her voice reminds me of Bernadette Peters, a little mousy, a lot sultry and with a delightful southern drawl.

“I think I will go for a swim at the dock, are you still willing to rub the sunscreen on my back?” Lorelei ask as she cocked her shoulder and look back over it and raised a hip bending that knee and extending her foot to touch only the tips of her toes on the floor. It had the effect of accentuating ever muscle in her well-toned legs and ass, and she had the appearance of being completely nude, save for a few nearly invisible strings crossing her back, and disappearing between the firm globes of her buttocks.

Even though I had more sex yesterday than I had had in months, my organ immediately began to swell looking at her enticing form.

“It would be my great pleasure to be your cabana boy.”

“My what”

“Cabana boy.”

“Okay? I am not sure what that is, but if it means you will apply the sunscreen, let’s go, I’ll probably need it reapplied regularly throughout the day.”

“I don’t think you should plan on spending a lot of time in the sun, you are very fair skinned, and already have a slight sunburn.”

“I don’t tan, just burn then peel, I do want some sun, and we can sit under the awning if you want, but I am ready to get wet.” Another mischievous grin stretched across her face, as she grabbed us each a beach towel and headed out the door.

I grabbed the SPF 50 for sensitive skin, my Panama hat and an Ice chest and followed her. The dock had a few coeds already laying in the sun, several swimming, the Seadoos were gone as was the pontoon so some of them were not sleeping in. As we walked up everyone said good morning again, several thanked me again for breakfast, and for use of the place and they all called me dad. Lorelei spread out a towel for each of us then layed on her stomach reached back to undo the bow that held her top in place, twisted up on an elbow to tie her mane into a bun on top of her head, exposing a bare breast to me and said; “Are you ready to do me? Daddy!”

The pause and emphasis on Daddy made it clear she fully realized and meant the double entendre` that she spoke. I responded saying “I’m ready” as I dropped to both knees at her side I squirted a handful of lotion into one palm, rubbed them together to warm it a bit and began at her shoulders. I covered her well taking my time and messaging it in. She commented that I had great hands, she would lean to each side as I moved down and with closed eyes simply smiled when I reached under to tweak each nipple. I spent a considerable amount of time rubbing the lotion on her bottom. When I began to push it between the globes of her ass she spread her legs wider providing me an unobstructed view of her puckered afyon escort anus, I couldn’t help but push the lotion over, around, then finally into that orifice. Lorelei moaned as I did so and raised her hips to grant me easier access. That little patch of material covering her vagina showed a wet spot that grew to cover it all as I continued my work. My own erection was getting uncomfortable and I had to stop and adjust.

When I stopped rubbing, she glanced at me through slightly open eyes, smiling and said “good” as she witnessed me rearranging my member so that it extended down the leg of my swim trunks. I spent at least twenty more minutes covering her with sunscreen. I then went to my lawn chair in the shade opened a beer and enjoyed the scenery, not only is the lake beautiful, but not a single one of the coeds struck me as anything but attractive. There was no one on the same level as Lorelei or April, but the least attractive female was still nothing you would be ashamed to have on your arm.

I was on my second beer when Lori stood up and came over to sit with me in the shade. “Can I have a sip?” she asked. “I have plenty if you want one,” I replied.

“No, I just want a little of yours, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, I don’t mind,” handing her my beer. Holding the bottle she turned her head and pressed it to one side of her neck, then the other, sliding it down between her breasts the coolness had the immediate response of tightening her nipples into rigid thimbles pushing against the tiny swatch of fabric that composed her bikini top. She took a couple sips then handed it back to me thanking me, before stating it was time for a swim, I nodded and told her to enjoy it.

“I was rather hoping you would join me.”

“I will be glad to join you, but I really don’t swim much, I prefer to just float and drink my beer.”

“Then I’ll float with you, grab us both a cold one and come on in.”

The coolness of the water felt good and our conversation was a pleasure. I admit that I was surprised that she was so well read, and had such thoughtful insight for someone so young, I commented on it, to which she claimed to be and old soul. Her soul may have been old, but her body was young and fresh. Whenever she would lay back her breasts would lay slightly to the side and at least one nipple would always be on display, she tried to extend her legs but they would begin to sink causing her return upright, she finally asked me to hold her feet as she lay back with her eyes closed and arms extended to the sides. I hadn’t noticed her feet before, yet I wasn’t surprised that they were. Like the rest of her, gorgeous. First of all, they were tiny, she wears a size 6, a well-defined arch, and narrow ankle, the top and each toe sprinkled with freckles and each nail perfectly pedicured and painted a deep red. She noticed my attention to her feet.

“Are you into feet?”

“Not really, but I must say you have beautiful feet.”

“Well thank you kind sir, are you always so complimentary?”

“Yes… Just to add, I don’t believe I have ever commented on someone’s feet in any way.”

“Anything else you see that you like?”

“Well, Heather over there, has some really big ti…” At which point she started kicking, splashing water in my face and back peddling away from me as I burst into laughter.

Attempting to console her unintentionally bruised ego I responded; “Lorelei, I could begin at the soles of your feet and continue to the top of your beautiful red head and see something I like, and compliment every curve, every freckle, every thing. I hope you don’t mind, I do like looking at you and forgive me if I stare.”

“You fucking better stare, I’m practically naked for you.”

“For me? Then come back here, let me stare, and if you wish to get completely naked, well I won’t complain.” I was smiling and so was she as she pushed one more wave in my face before circling my torso with her legs.

I had to kick a little more vigorously to keep us both afloat and rotated my hands with outreached arms to help. She maintained the connect and paddled with her arms as well staring at me just inches away, I didn’t notice her glance as I was fixed on examining every freckle and contour of her face. I can’t say how long we swam there but I never tired or ceased my mental recording of every aspect of her alluring beauty.

“Most guys would have got to my tits by now.”

“You have lovely tits, but right now, I want to know your face.”

“You are different than any guy I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you.”

“Can you float on your back?”

“Of course. Who couldn’t float on their back?

“Would you please lean back and float?”

“Why I am enjoying the scenery just as we are?”

“First because I asked you to, second because I think you’ll enjoy what I want to do even more.”

“Anything for a lady.”

I had barely extended my arms when she pulled down my trunks and inhaled my soft member afyon escort bayan into her mouth. It took seconds for blood to rush in and for it to harden and honestly not much more time for her to coax her liquid reward from it.

“You taste good.”

“You a very good at that.”

“Thank you, can I have the rest of your loads this weekend?”

“The rest, I’m surprised you could get that one out of me, I’ve never cum so much in my life.”

“Neither have I. But I want at least one more before we have to leave.”

It was after seven when she managed to earn that last load, and it was in no way a load, probably not a teaspoon full, but she was proud to get it after hours of sucking and tugging. I have never had anyone pay so much sexual attention to me. For the whole of the afternoon she was in some way engaged with my penis, holding it, examining it, sucking it, rubbing it, licking it. A fitting end to the strangest and best weekend of my life at that point.

April opened the door to let us know that she was leaving and asked if I could bring Lorelei home. She grinned from ear-to-ear to see Lorelei wave bye without even removing my cock from her mouth. April came in and gave me a very passionate kiss expressing her gratitude to get to know me, thank me for all the great sex and warn me she would be by later in the week for another round. She then kissed Lori on the top of her head reached down and tweaked her nipple then a little further to cup my balls and say she surprised there was anything left.

The sun was setting during the drive home, Lori reclined her seat and napped, somewhere during the ride she informed me that she didn’t have anywhere to be so just take her home to my house. We cuddled together that evening and I finally got to pay her tits their due attention, and we had a long session of oral sex, I don’t know if it was the bright red pubic hair perfectly trimmed into the shape of a heart (I wondered when she had the time to coif it, because it wasn’t that way earlier) but I swear her pussy smelled as sweet as fresh strawberries and tasted even sweeter. I licked and sucked her to several orgasms (non that registered on the Richter scale) but try as she might, she couldn’t coax me to another.

I left her asleep in bed when I went off to work fully expecting her to be gone when I got home, it was a slow day, and I didn’t want her to get bored, in case she had decided to stay, so I headed home at noon, stopped and picked up a couple of salads for lunch and stopped to pick up flowers only to decide that it was a little too forward. She was up. She opened the door at my arrival and greeted me wearing one of my dress shirts, and nothing else, her laundry was in the wash (she had already washed all of mine), the bed had fresh linens and the place has been tidied up nicely.

We shared a very passionate embrace before I ever crossed the threshold, she on her tiptoes which naturally drew my hands to cup the bare flesh of her butt cheeks.

“Damn you are a beautiful,” I couldn’t help saying.

“Why thank you kind sir, I hope you don’t mind, I like to keep busy.”

“You may clean my house anytime and will always be a welcome guest.”

“I bet you can’ t guess what I want to do?” she said as she turned dropped my shirt and walked down the hall to the master bedroom.

It was my time to surprise her, when she stopped at the side of the bed and turned, I grabbed her behind the knees lifted her up forcing her to fall back and I buried my tongue in her strawberry pie and didn’t stop until she begged me to.

We spent the rest of the day together, and every weekend for the next several months. After that first weekend sometime during each week April would stop by, sometimes once sometimes several times a week to make sure I was well taken care of. On Wednesday’s I close shop early to allow my workers to have an afternoon to take care of personal business or have some selfish time. Several of us like to ride when the weather is nice (some of us even when it is not). Several employees participate in a bowling league sponsored by the company. Whatever activity is planned each Wednesday the first stop of the afternoon is home, to change out of my suit, or shop clothes, clean up, and dress appropriate for the day’s activities and head out again. The first Wednesday after that first weekend I came home to a spotless house the smell of a pineapple upside-down cake filled the air and I could hear the shower running.

I peeked in to see who had invaded my house and thrilled to see Lori standing beneath the cascading waterfall. She smiled and waved for me to join her, I stepped in fully dressed not even removing my suit or tie. We quickly locked in embrace, then she began removing my clothes and we were soon both appropriately dressed for a shower. We explored each other’s bodies until the water ran cold and then dried each other off slowly.

She gripped my hard member like a handlebar and escort afyon led me into the bedroom, pushing me back onto the bed then dropping to her knees between my legs. She looked into my eyes and her smile grew, baring her perfectly aligned brilliantly white teeth. Pulling my penis toward her she pursed her lips and kissed the tip before teasing the hole with her tongue. It was hard to believe that just a week earlier she had never had a dick in her mouth, because now she could show porn stars a trick or two, and she seemed to truly love cum in that she always made sure to swallow every drop and would lick off any that remained on me or that had dribbled onto her perfect tits.

Over the next few weeks we had more oral sex than I had had in my entire life previously, and I was pretty lucky in that regard previously. What we hadn’t had was intercourse, she was still a virgin and claimed she intended to give that gift to the man she married. I couldn’t complain, just being in her company was exciting, I cherished the friendship that was blossoming, I loved that when we went out every eye, both male and female, was on her. She seemed to like everything I liked and while we held vastly different political opinions, she was articulate and well informed and could argue her position as well as anyone I knew. We were comfortable to sit quietly together and compatible in every social situation we encountered. Plus she loved to make me happy, and loved to give me blowjobs.

April kept me satiated on her frequent visits with all the pussy and ass any man could want. I swear anytime one of them would call I would start to get hard just thinking about them, what we had done, or what they were planning on doing. Both were becoming very dear to my heart as well as making all my sexual dreams come true. I couldn’t believe my good fortune.

By spring planning for the wedding had become a consuming task for Ben and April I finally stepped in to offer more than just my checkbook which they both appreciated greatly. I became very involved in the wedding planning for Ben and April, and found her mother, Linda, to be a delightful lady, although considerably less socially confident than her daughter. I wanted to punch her father, Wally, within a few moments of meeting him. He was crude, loud, ignorant, boastful, and demeaning to both the women in his life, his wife and daughter. At first how he treated his wife one didn’t bother me as much since she chose to make and keep a life with the ass but mistreating and talking down to April almost earned him a beat down. But for her sake I excused myself from his presence and didn’t see him again until the rehearsal at the end of May. He arrived drunk for the rehearsal, being very ugly to Linda to the point she was in tears, I intervened by asking her for some assistance with the wedding party placement on stage, she seemed relieved to get away from him and apologized for him as we ascended the dais.

I told her that she wasn’t responsible for how her husband acted, she only nodded not seeming to accept that simple truth. Wally complained and cursed throughout the rehearsal, insulting everyone especially his wife. I can’t say whether it was an accident or intentional, nor did I hear what he said to April as they started down the aisle, but I saw her jerk away from him and her smile disappear and look as if she would burst into tears at any moment. Almost instantaneously Mark started to stand and exit his seat extending his foot into the aisle just in time to trip poor old Wally who face-planted without even extending his arms, breaking his nose and opening a huge gash across the bridge. He was bleeding so profusely they finally called an ambulance. I told Linda, I would give her a ride to the hospital after the rehearsal dinner if she wanted to stay and finish the practice. After all she couldn’t do anything but sit in the waiting room. She not too reluctantly agreed. When we finally made it to the emergency room, Wally had been waiting quite some time, luckily the pain killers and booze he had earlier combined to make him near comatose. I practically had to carry him into their home when we reached it, poor Linda couldn’t stop apologizing, I just kept telling her it would all be alright.

Wally looked like a combination racoon and mummy for the wedding, a slight concussion made it difficult for him to walk unaided, so I had to step in and escort April, it was one of the proudest days of my life. We had a great time at the reception, I danced most dances with Lori, a few with April, and couple with Linda, nobody seemed to want to upset Wally by asking his wife to dance, but I didn’t care, and Linda was an excellent dancer, on our first dance she started to apologize yet again, I cut her off, telling her this was a day of celebration, not regret, have a good time and focus on the moment. She did and had a great time, remaining on the dance floor for the rest of the evening as one gentleman after another butted in to complete her dance card. Ben and April slipped out early to start their honeymoon and Lori and I remained until every guest had indulged themselves and went home. I paid the waitstaff, bartenders, hostess and the hotel bill and Lori and I retired to our suite sometime just before dawn.

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