Dad And Sophie Part 19 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 19

... more in an erotic sense. I had a feeling that before I went home, I would fuck another member of my family. I was looking forward to fucking Amy but also watching her getting fucked on Saturday.

Once Amy knew I had approved her coming to the party on Saturday, the sexual level went up a notch on Friday night. We fucked for hours, probably six or so, at an intensity that matched last week with Amber. Just the thought of my new girl sucking a cock whilst I did her had me harder and faster. I could not wait to see what clothes Amy and my grandmother would wear. Was I slightly perverse, thinking of them in a sixty-nine, whilst Grandad and I fucked opposite ends?

On Saturday afternoon, I had an early supper and then went off to get changed in the flat. Amy had already arrived when I returned to the house at the appointed time. She and my grandmother stood side by side in the lounge, drinking champagne. They had the same hair colour and style. They had used the same colours in their makeup and were wearing the same lilac satin nightdress with nothing else apart from their shoes. They could have passed for mother and daughter.

My cock got very hard looking at my new girl looking so very fuckable. It did strike me that in a couple of hours, two different guys would be lifting those two nighties and fucking the woman underneath hard. I got a little more erect as a result of my thoughts. I figured I was looking forward as much to watching Amy get fucked as fucking someone ...

... else or even fucking her myself. I figured out how my father and grandfather felt every Saturday evening as they left the house.

A limo came to pick us up and drop us by the back entrance to Coopers. It was pretty well hidden from the main bar, busy with ordinary folk. I wasn't sure who to expect, but around forty couples were parading and showing off their women. I thought they would all be older but were in the same age range as Georgios. The only difference was the couples were generally closer together in age than in the city, and no trophy wife seemed present.

I was shocked to see three of my teachers at the event, especially Miss Davis. She was my form teacher last year and was a wet dream. I think I masturbated more over her than I did over Sophie. She always wore slightly too short skirts and bent over to pick up things almost deliberately. True to form, she was dressed like a schoolgirl. She made a beeline for me and asked how I got on at college. She followed up, hoping we would end up at the same party.

Miss Davis had only been at the school for about three years, so there was no chance of a student of hers being at this event. It was supposed to be over twenty-five, but since I was Grandad's guest, that didn't apply. She told me that getting fucked by one of her students was getting her wet right now. Did I want to check? So, of course, I did, and she was sopping. Please, please, please, I found myself saying to myself later as Grandad organised the ...