Fist-Esta's Brood - Sex Stories

Fist-Esta's Brood

Dave Armstrong walked the crowded streets of Key West with a sexy beauty on each arm. Dave is wealthy, cultured, over 6ft tall, physically fit, 36, single with striking Latin looks. On one arm, Gina. A shapely, red head, 38, single also. On the other, 22 year old, Kathy aka "Kat", a classic, blond. Key West, is a play ground where nearly anything goes. It is "adult" in nature. Every place, shops, clubs, hotels extend the unspoken welcome to come in and do what you want to do. Every building has a banister, balcony, platform or deck where guest can sit outside in the great weather. Flashing there is an every day activity. It's a right of passage for the young, a sport for the mature. They rounded a corner and Gina said, "there she is". Kat jumped up and down waving and screaming, "Grammie". Dave looked up and just shook his head laughing. Esta Armstrong was certainly there, in all her 53 year old, brazen glory. On the second floor balcony in sunglasses, her stylish short cut, salt and pepper hair playing in the gust of wind, she sat. All around her a throng of young to old men. She was the bee in a flower and loving it. She wore the style of the area. A simple, short summer dress of printed blue. It had sleeves which only covered her shoulders, a plunging neck line, it didn't cling, it bellowed to her waist band, cinched then fell loosely well above her knees. It barely covered her ass cheeks. Even with her knees together, everything beneath it could be seen. At this time, ...

... nothing was beneath it but a sparsely haired, plump cunt. Hanging on it from a pierced clitoris, two rings with chains down to small bells. Dave knew her gathering throng had come from where he was standing. Dave's mind flashed back to their humble beginnings. He was a bastard from "Trailer Park Trash". Father, dad, he never had one. He only had Esta and Gina, Mom and his s****r as white as snow and his self, a mixture of something. They were poor trash. The best of their situation was their neighborhood was just like them. When he was too young to understand people called him "Smokey" because of his dark complexion, Esta was "Fist-Esta" and Gina was "butter". They had nothing, yet everything they needed came just in time from a male neighbor. Their trailer sat on an end lot. It gave them a big back yard that was the neighborhood playing field for the young. The males played football and softball during the week. Saturday afternoons, the boys surrendered the field to the older males who came to drink alcohol, play horseshoe's, checkers and card games. Life was good. Growing older, he noticed that often Esta, Gina or both would observe their playing. The guys spent many side trips to their porch for water breaks when they came out. After so much water, Esta or Gina would take them in to use the toilet. Life was fun and he was very popular with his friends. Playing softball one day, he popped a ball up that should have been caught. But the guys seemed distracted and missed it. ...