A XXX parody of the TV show, “Who’s the Boss”

“Wow Tony, that was fabulous.” Angela Bower pushed her
chair back from the dining room table and neatly
stacked the dirty dishes and silverware at her place
setting. “Let me help you pick up the table.”

“Oh no, Angela, you have other things to do. Sam and I
will have everything spic and span in no time, right
Sammie?”

“Yea, right Dad, no problem,” the young girl answered
sarcastically.

“Well, okay if you two insist. I do have some work to
do tonight.” Angela excused herself and went to her
combination office and den to catch up on a couple of
her accounts.

As she sat in front of the computer monitor Angela
reflected once again on how lucky she was to have found
Tony and Sam. She had been just about to give up on
finding a suitable housekeeper when Tony answered her
newspaper ad. He and Sam wanted to relocate from
Brooklyn to a place where he could take college classes
part time and where Sam could grow up in a safe
environment. Tony’s wife had died two years earlier,
when Sam was 11 and they had endured a very difficult
time.

It was difficult being a single parent. Angela knew
only too well. She had been divorced for three years
and was raising her eight-year old son Jonathan alone
and if that weren’t enough, her mother Mona Robinson
also lived with her.

Tony was a blessing for all of them. He was an
excellent housekeeper, cook, handyman, and role model
for Jonathan as well as his own Samantha. He also was
Angela’s sounding board and confidant and Mona’s best
friend.

For all of this Angela paid a modest salary and
provided room and board for Tony and Sam. Tony was able
to go to school part time and still keep up with all of
his household duties. Angela was eternally grateful for
their arrangement. She now had time to devote to her
own small advertising agency business and spend quality
time with her son and mother.

Jonathan’s father was not much of a factor. He lived in
another state and maintained contact with Jonathan but
did not really interfere with Angela’s life. Their
marriage had been very stormy from the beginning,
staying together as long as they had for Jonathan’s
sake but finally Angela could take no more and filed
for divorce. Since then she and Jonathan had struggled
but with her mother’s help and then Tony’s, things were
much brighter.

“Okay Sammie, that’s got it,” said Tony as he folded
the dishtowel and hung it up. “You just have time for
your bath before the boxing match starts. I’ll meet you
in the rec-room and we’ll watch it together.”

“Yea, sure Dad, just what I want to do most. Watch a
couple of dummies knock each other around.”

“Awww, come on Sammie. You know how we always enjoy the
fights. What’s wrong?’

“Sorry Dad, but not tonight. Angela already promised to
watch a scary movie with me. See you later.” The cute
little 13-year old ran up the steps to her room.

“Gosh,” thought Tony, “She really is growing up. She
lost her interest in boxing and next thing you know
I’ll have a bunch of boys hanging around here.

Sam, or Samantha as she now preferred to be called was
indeed growing up. Her body was changing rapidly.
Hormones were starting to bounce around and mood swings
were common. She didn’t understand all her feelings and
was not able to discuss them with anyone. She was very
close to Mona but she was off on a singles cruise to
the Bahamas. Jonathan was too young to talk to and
besides he was spending summer vacation with his
father. She was comfortable with Angela but they didn’t
seem to have much time together and she sure couldn’t
talk to her father about such things.

Sam got out of the warm bubble bath and wrapped a
thick, fluffy towel around herself. She went to her
bedroom and finished drying in front of the full-length
mirror. Short, dark hair framed a cute, pixie face and
big brown eyes.

“Darn it,” she thought, “Why are mine so much smaller
than everyone else’s?” She rubbed the thick towel
vigorously over her small, budding, cup-cake breasts as
if stimulation might make them grow. And sure enough it
seemed to work. The small, pinkish tan nipples seemed
to grow right before her very eyes. The more she rubbed
them the harder and longer they grew. But unfortunately
only the sensitive little buds got bigger and not the
small breasts.

Sam took a pair of tiny, white, bikini panties from her
dresser drawer and stepped into them. Her small waist
tapered into slightly flaring hips. A tiny patch of
dark hair lay on top of her pubic region. She was also
disappointed with the slow progress of the growth of
her pubic hair. She pulled an oversized, red, cotton
football jersey with a white number 13 (a birthday
present) over her head and paraded barefoot down the
stairs to the family room.

Sam sat on the oversized, beige leather couch in front
of the big-screen TV and began to channel search for
the pre-planned horror movie.

“Hi Sweetie. Are we ready for a night at the movies?”
Angela sat at the opposite end of the couch pulling her
hairbrush through the long, thick mass of blonde hair.
She also had enjoyed a nice hot bubble bath and had put
on a long white satin gown and thick white terry robe
belted at the waist.

“Oh yea, I’m ready,” said Sam, “But first can I talk to
you about something?”

“Of course honey, anything. What is it?”

“Well, I have a little problem. Sally is having a party
next week and I really want to go.”

“So, what’s the problem,” asked Angela?

“Well,” Sam hesitated. “There will be boys there and
dancing.”

“Will Sally’s parents be there?

“Oh sure, She couldn’t do it otherwise.”

“Then I don’t think it should be a problem. I’m sure
your dad will let you go.”

“No, that’s not the problem,” replied Sam. “The problem
is, I don’t know how to dance.”

“Really? Well, that’s not a big problem. I’m sure we
can teach you in plenty of time.”

“Oh Angela, that would be great. Oh yes, one more
thing. When did you first kiss a boy?”

“Gee,” Angela smiled, “I don’t really remember. Why do
you ask?”

“Oh, just wondering,” Sam, answered.

Angela finished brushing her luxurious blonde hair and
got up from the couch. “You go ahead and watch the
movie,” she said, “I’ll be right back.”

Angela found Tony in the basement rec-room sitting in
front of the TV watching the boxing match. She slowly
explained her discussion with Sam and how important it
was for a young girl to be accepted by her peers and to
fit in.

“Oh no,” Tony shrieked, “She’s just a child and way too
young to be talking about dancing and kissing and
stuff. No, no, no. Just go tell her no. She can’t go.”

“Sorry Tony, but I’m not telling her. This is very
important to her and I think you have an obligation to
not only let her go but to help teach her how to dance
so she’s not embarrassed when she does go. She’s
growing up, Tony. Haven’t you noticed how she’s
changing?”

“Well, I know she doesn’t care much for boxing and
football and things like that anymore. In fact I don’t
know what she does like. She seems kind of confused.
She seems to like dresses and stuff instead of jeans
and tee shirts.”

“That’s right Tony. She is confused and you have to
help her. I’ll be around if you need me to talk to her
or help in any way but you have to be the one to help
her work her feelings out. She is a lovely young girl
who just needs some guidance.”

“Okay,” Tony said, “I guess I might as well meet it
head on. The boxing match isn’t that good anyhow.”

Tony and Angela had a great relationship. They had
always been secretly attracted to each other but
neither gave any indication of their feelings. It was
strictly platonic. Tony liked his job and didn’t want
to jeopardize it by doing something stupid. Besides
that, he felt as though Angela was a very classy,
sophisticated woman with no romantic interest in a
lowly housekeeper.

Angela thought of Tony as a very handsome and down to
earth type of guy who was very sensitive and probably
knew very well how to treat a lady. She was very fond
of him but did not want to scare him away by being to
bold and making advances toward him.

Angela followed Tony up the stairs and into the large
family room where Sam sat with her legs curled beneath
her, leaning against the armrest.

“Oh, hi Dad. How’s the boxing? Did they already beat
each other’s brains out?”

Tony didn’t reply. He walked to the stereo, found some
of Angela’s old big band records and soon the room was
filled with the mellow sound of Glenn Miller’s
Orchestra. He walked to the TV and switched it off. He
turned off all the lights except for one small table
lamp.

“What are you doing Daddy,” Sam questioned. “Angela and
I were watching a movie.”

Angela smiled. She was proud of Tony. He moved to where
Sam was sitting, totally confused, and said, “May I
have this dance young lady?”

“I don’t know how to dance Daddy. You know that.”

“Come here,” he said, “It’s time to learn.” He reached
for her and took her small hand in his and helped her
to her feet.

Tony took her right hand in his left and placed his
right hand around her back. Her left arm rested on his
upper arm. “Now,” he instructed, “The most important
thing is to listen to the music and move at the same
tempo. Your partner should lead and you follow him.
Hopefully he’s not a klutz and will know how to dance
but if he doesn’t you lead and move your feet like
this.” He demonstrated a slow two-step. “One, two,
slide. One, two, slide.” They began to move gracefully
around the room.

Sam’s confidence grew and she became more and more
comfortable as she began to get the hang of the steps
and the rhythm of the music. She began to move
gracefully and quietly hum and sing with the music.

Angela watched in approval as they continued to dance.
Each tune had a little different tempo and Sam listened
carefully and adjusted well to the different pace of
the songs.

“Gee, I forgot how much fun dancing can be,” said Tony.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” He began
to get caught up in the moment and forgot where he was
and what he was doing. He was suddenly holding Samantha
closer to himself than he realized. He closed his eyes
enjoying the feel of someone in his arms. She smelled
of soap and powder. Sweet and fresh. Slowly they moved
together.

Samantha didn’t make a sound. She responded to his
every movement. She felt his arm tighten around her
back and pull her close to his firm, muscular body. She
felt so safe and warm in his gentle, strong arms. She
closed her eyes and pretended to be a beautiful
princess dancing with her prince charming.

Angela sat on the couch and watched the couple float
around the room, oblivious to her and everything else.
She was both shocked and somewhat aroused at what was
taking place right in front of her.

The dancing couple seemed more like intimate partners
than father and daughter. They both seemed to be lost
in a trance, conscious only of their own feelings. Tony
held her closer. He let go of her right hand and
wrapped both of his arms around her tiny waist. Her
head rested against his chest. She was so small, almost
pixie-like next to him. She stood on tiptoes and her
arms reached upward until her hands rested on top of
his broad shoulders. Her jersey hiked up to reveal the
backs of her slim, shapely, tanned legs and upper
thighs.

Angela watched as Tony’s right hand moved slightly
downward to rest on the top slope of Sam’s cute, little
rear. “My God what is he doing? I better do something,”
she thought. “What, what can I do? Shall I say
something? Shall I leave? No, no I’m not leaving. This
could get very interesting. Sure is getting warm in
here.”

She untied the belt of her heavy robe and removed it,
leaving her only in a long, white, satin gown with a
low cut top held in place with thin, spaghetti straps.
Her large, round breasts pressed firmly against the
satin material.

Tony’s hips moved ever so slightly, back and forth
against Sam’s upper abdomen as they danced. His jeans
suddenly began to feel very tight as the darling little
girl pressed tighter against him.

He distinctly felt the nipples of her little, budding,
breasts poke at his taut stomach through the thin
fabric of her jersey and his tee shirt. His hand crept
lower and gently cupped her tight, pert buttocks
through the fabric of the jersey number 13. He felt the
elastic bands of her tiny panties as he explored her
curves.

“Ohhh,” Sam moaned softly when they changed direction
and Tony’s well-muscled leg slipped between her slim,
young thighs and press against her pubic region.

Tony flinched. “My God,” he thought, “What am I doing?”
He tried to pull away but Sam gripped him tightly
around the waist and pulled him against her. She
continued to dance.

“Don’t stop Daddy. Please dance with me some more,” she
pleaded as she again pressed her small breasts against
his stomach and rubbed her sharp little pubic bone
against his thigh.

Tony was no match for her persistence and again moved
slowly to the music as he held her small body in his
arms.

Angela’s heart beat wildly beneath her full breasts.
She couldn’t believe what she was watching. And it was
actually exciting to her. She had nearly forgotten how
romantic and sensual dancing could be. Her nipples grew
hard and rubbed deliciously against the front of her
gown. Her thighs involuntarily rubbed against each
other. Her breathing became somewhat labored as she
watched father and daughter dance.

Samantha jerked as she felt something press against her
back and strange arms encircle her.

“Whaaa,” Tony began to protest when he felt Angela’s
arms around him pulling him tighter against his
daughter.

“Mind if I join,” asked Angela? I love to dance. Maybe
I can help.”

No one spoke. The three of them clung to each other,
Samantha sandwiched between the two adults moving to
the sweet music. Angela was a little taller than Tony
and towered over Sam. Her full breasts rested on Sam’s
shoulders and her face was inches from Tony’s. He felt
her hot breath on his face. Her moist, red lips were
parted in apparent excitement.

Tony’s arms reached around Angela’s back and held her
tightly against his daughter.
Angela leaned forward and whispered sexily in Tony’s
ear. “You’ve taught her how to dance Tony but what
about the kissing part?”

“Yea, oh yea,” he responded timidly, as he separated
from them. He took Sam’s hand and led her to the couch.
“Sit down honey. I’m going to teach you how to kiss.”
Sam sat down on Tony’s lap and turned sideways to face
him. Angela sat down at the other end of the couch, not
believing what she was witnessing.

“Okay Daddy, I’m ready.” She closed her eyes and
puckered her little lips, expecting the only kind of
fatherly kiss she had ever experienced. Tony leaned
towards her and touched his lips to hers. He was afraid
to move. He knew it was wrong. Then he felt her lips
move ever so slightly.

His lips parted and just as she had followed his dance
steps she followed the movement of his lips. His mouth
opened farther. Her mouth opened farther. His tongue
slipped between her lips. Her mouth opened wider to
accept it. She moaned softly against his open mouth.
She had never felt anything like it before. She liked
it. She liked being wanted and loved.

Angela slid closer to Samantha, watching every move,
becoming more and more aroused watching father and
daughter kiss as lovers would. Tony’s hands held Sam’s
face as his tongue moved around the inside of her moist
mouth.

“Ohhh yes honey,” Tony moaned as he felt the tip of
Sam’s tongue jab back at his and slide inside his
mouth. She mocked everything he did, using her tongue
exactly as he did. They kissed each with a passion
usually reserved for lovers. Her little tongue searched
and stabbed about inside his open mouth, then retreated
as his slid deeply inside hers.

Samantha learned fast. She knew that her father was
very excited but she didn’t know what was supposed to
happen next. Then Tony slid her off his lap and placed
her on the couch between Angela and himself. His mouth
found Sam’s and he again kissed her deeply. His hand
found the hem of jersey number 13 and slipped beneath
it to rest on her bare knee. Sam kissed him back
sliding her now experienced tongue deeply inside his
mouth. Her hand rested on his knee. His hand moved
upward along her slim, supple thigh. Sam’s hand moved
upward on his thigh. Tony dared not go farther. Her
hand might discover something she was not yet ready
for.

Angela’s fingers combed through Sam’s short dark hair.
Her other hand brushed up and down along the young
girl’s bare arm, lightly stroking the sensitive flesh
on the inside of her elbow. Sam was floating in
ecstasy, unprepared but not afraid of all that was
happening to her. Tony’s hand cupped a firm, conical,
little breast through the fabric of the jersey and
teased the tiny, erect peak.

Angela leaned towards Sam and whispered in her ear,
“Don’t be afraid darling. No one will hurt you. Just
relax and enjoy it.” Angela’s hot breath covered the
young girl’s ear and her tongue explored the inside of
it.

Sam felt hands now on both breasts and teasing both
stiff nipples. Her head lay back against the backrest
and rolled from side to side. Angela found the hem of
the jersey and pulled it up and over the girl’s head
leaving her only in tiny, white lace panties.

Tony’s heart raced as he saw Sam naked for the first
time in several years. Her little breasts were
beautiful. They were pale, conical, mounds, sharply
contrasting against her swimming suit tan lines. The
little, pinkish tan nipples stood upright begging for
attention. Tony’s index finger traced its way around
each little breast and gently touched each stiff little
bud.

“Beautiful,” Angela whispered, as she looked at the
perfect little breasts, “Just beautiful.” Her head
dipped and she touched one of the turgid nipples with
the tip of her tongue. She slowly and gently teased at
the pink nub then took it inside her warm mouth. She
sucked it gently, feeling it grow against her tongue.

Tony was mesmerized as he watched his beautiful, blonde
boss suck hungrily on his pretty daughter’s tender
little nipple. His mouth moved to the neglected breast
and sucked the entire mound inside his mouth.

Samantha’s hips moved up and down and from side to side
involuntarily as her father and Angela paid homage to
her sweet young body. Without warning Angela’s mouth
covered Sam’s lips and her tongue slid deep inside
kissing her deeply.

Sam moaned against Angela’s mouth, “Ohhhh Angela,
Angela. Ohhh Daddy Ohhh.”

Tony’s mouth moved downward along the nubile, young
body. His tongue flicked at the tiny navel then stopped
at the top of her panties. His fingers slipped inside
the elastic waistband and slowly began to pull the
dainty panties down. Samantha raised her hips to allow
him to slide them off. She dropped her hips back down
on the edge of the couch. Her legs parted slightly
revealing her sweet, little mound of love to his eyes.

A tiny patch of soft, fine, dark pubic hair lay on top
of her mound. Beneath was the pure pink sweetness of
her virginal little pussy, totally bare. Tony gasped as
he saw the plump little lips between her slim thighs.
His fingers teased at the downy pubic hair as his other
hand pulled at the stiff nipple of her right breast.
Angela’s fingers teased and rolled the other one as her
lips and tongue continued to invade Sam’s mouth.

Tony knelt on the floor between Sam’s open legs. His
mouth kissed and licked its way along each of her feet
up her shapely legs to her inner thighs. She felt his
hot mouth in the hollow between her thigh and swollen
little pussy. Her legs opened wider as he placed his
forefingers on her swollen, little pussy lips and
opened her like a blooming, pink, rose bud.

“Ohhh Daddy,” she groaned, as she felt the tip of his
tongue against the bottom of her moist, little slit,
then slide upwards along the length of it. His hands
cupped her tight little buttocks as his thumbs held her
pussy open for his tongue to explore. The tip of his
tongue teased her mercilessly, touching all around her
open wetness then slowly found its way to the wanting
opening and slipped inside.

Angela slid off the couch and knelt next to Tony on the
floor, watching him tongue the tight little slit. Her
fingers clutched Tony’s hair and she pulled his face to
hers mashing her mouth against his and slipping her
tongue inside. Her hand stroked along the length of
Sam’s inner thigh and pressed against the warm wetness
of the smooth, little pussy. Her finger slipped between
the wet lips and stroked up and down stopping at the
top to tease the tiny pink bud of the young girl’s
clit.

“Angela,” moaned Sam, “Ohhh Angela.”

Angela released Tony’s hair and guided his face back to
the clasping little pussy. She crawled behind him and
wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands moved down
to the bulge in front of his tight jeans where his
throbbing organ threatened to burst out at any moment.
She deftly unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper
down. Her hand slipped inside his shorts and discovered
the throbbing hardness.

“My God Tony, you’re fantastic,” she said as her hand
wrapped around the massive girth of his aching cock and
slowly stroked it up and down.

Tony continued to feast on the sweet little morsel
between Sam’s legs, licking and teasing the tender
inner lips and sensitive little clit. Sam’s little hips
bucked up and down against Tony’s mouth. She felt her
darling pussy swell and ache with want. Sam had never
experienced an orgasm and did not understand the
feelings, which were about to overcome her. Her moist
little fingers pulled and pinched at her own puffy,
aching nipples. The stiff tongue stabbed in and out of
her clasping pussy faster and faster, harder and deeper
until she was near the edge, then over.

The young girl moaned loudly, “Daddy, ohhhh Daddy,
Yessssss!”

Sam’s little hips relaxed and dropped back down to the
edge of the couch. Tony’s mouth still pressed snugly
against the sweet, open lips, covered with slick
moisture.

“It’s time Tony,” he heard Angela whisper. “She’s
ready.” Angela breathing was heavily labored. Her
large, hard, pink nipples poked at the satin fabric of
her gown. She moved to Tony’s side, never releasing her
grip on his smooth, hard cock.

Tony reluctantly removed his mouth from Sam’s wet
sweetness and slowly moved forwards. Angela’s hand
stroked the big, ready organ as she guided it to the
open petals of the young girl’s virginal flower. Her
finger moved over the giant, purple cock head to spread
the available amount of pre-come lubricant. Angela
placed her free hand on Sam’s tummy then let it move
lower to touch and stroke the wet pussy. Her fingers
gently opened the sugary, slick lips while her other
hand placed the giant purple cock head against them and
rubbed up and down the length of the slit.

Sam looked down and shuddered, partly in fear and
partly in desire. She had never seen anything even
remotely like Tony’s great cock. It was at least nine
inches long and nearly as thick as her arm. The feel of
it rubbing up and down her aching pussy was fantastic.
Her legs opened wider and her hips rose up from the
couch as the giant head began to search for the tiny
opening.

“Its okay Sammie honey,” Angela reassured her, “he’ll
go very slowly. Don’t be afraid. Just let us know if it
hurts and we’ll stop.”

Sam couldn’t speak. Neither could Tony. Angela had
taken total control.

“Okay Tony, she whispered,” Do it. Put it in. Go slow.
Don’t hurt her.” Tony used his fingers to help Angela
spread the tiny lips as she pointed the throbbing cock
at the mouth of the hungry little cunt. Tony’s hips
rocked slightly forward and some way the giant head
slipped between the warm, moisture-laden lips. He began
to move his hips in a steady rhythm back and forth and
side to side, forcing an inch of thick cock at a time
inside the smoldering little vise.

“Ohhh Daddy,” Sam moaned loudly, “It feels so good, so
good, yes, yes, yes.

Tony rocked back and forth gaining with each stroke
until half of the throbbing giant was inside the sweet
girl. Angela’s hand wrapped around the base of the
pumping cock insuring that it was not allowed to rip
into the girl’s little body. Tony’s hands cupped Sam’s
tight little ass and pulled her hips toward him forcing
another two inches deep inside her. Sam recoiled. The
giant cock head banged against her cervix and stirred
her very insides.

“Ohhhh Daddddy! Daddddy it hurts!”

Tony stopped to allow her stretched pussy to adapt to
the invading monster filling her very being.

“It’s okay honey,” whispered Angela. Her lips found
Sam’s and she kissed the young girl lovingly, slowly
letting her tongue search the recesses of Sam’s mouth.
Sam began to relax and return the kiss.

Tony began to slowly thrust his hips forward as his
hands pulled Sam against him forcing his cock to sink
deeper and deeper inside Sam’s tight, young cunt until
it was nearly completely buried.

Angela removed her hand from the base of Tony’s thick
cock to allow the remaining couple of inches to sink
inside the tightly stretched little cunt. Tony’s cock
slid in and out slowly and methodically. The feeling of
the wet, hot tightness surrounding his giant organ was
almost unbearable.

Angela’s lips captured first one hard little nipple
then the other, sucking them deeply inside her mouth,
whipping them with her tongue. Her fingers teased and
pinched at the other one. She couldn’t take her eyes of
the giant cock sliding in and out of the tight,
clasping pussy. She imagined what it would feel like
deep inside her own hungry cunt. “God, how she needed
something inside her. She felt so empty.”

Angela pulled the top of her satin gown down revealing
her large, beautiful breasts with their swollen, pink
nipples. She leaned forwards and let them rub against
Sam’s face. The young girl opened her eyes to admire
the most beautiful breasts she could imagine. Without
hesitation Sam opened her moist lips and took the
aching nub inside her mouth.

“Ohhhh yessss, sweetie,” Angela moaned, as she felt her
aching nipples being sucked by the sweet little girl.
Sam’s tongue teased and licked at the bright, pink,
elongated nipples, first one then the other.

Tony moaned loudly and began to buck wildly against his
little daughter’s loins. He was so close to orgasm. He
suddenly lost control and gripped the tight little ass
in his hands and pumped his throbbing cock ruthlessly
in and out of her aching cunt.

Samantha was also on the verge of coming and threw her
little hips back against his. As she sucked hungrily on
Angela’s long, hard , nipples. Sweat poured off both of
them as they raced to finish. Suddenly Tony drove
deeply inside her and stopped. His rigid cock began to
twitch and jerk as it released a torrent of warm,
white, liquid deep inside Sam’s body. The feel of the
jerking cock against her insides caused her to come
immediately. Their bodies locked together as wave after
wave of orgasmic pleasure rushed over them.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daaaaddy,” Samantha screamed, as she
experienced a shattering orgasm.

Their hips collapsed back down on the smooth leather of
the couch and Samantha moaned loudly, “Ohhh Daddy it
hurts.”

Tony leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers.
“I’m sorry honey. I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt
you.” he moaned into her open mouth.

“Oh no Daddy, no, I loved it, I just have a cramp in my
leg. Please don’t feel bad, please, please don’t.” Tony
realized that in the throes of passion he had spread
her slim little legs apart so far to accommodate his
pumping hips that she was nearly doing the splits. He
released her thighs and allowed her legs to press
against his sides.

“Oh, honey, I love you so much,” he said. His cock
still embedded deep inside the slick confines of her
steamy, little cunt began to subside.

Angela lay back against the couch, her bare breasts
with their throbbing nipples swaying with every
movement. Her hand stroked up and down against her
aching pussy through her gown. “Wow,” she said, “That
was unbelievable. I’ve never ever felt so excited. You
are beautiful Sam, no, I mean Samantha.”

Tony rose up from Sam’s sated little body, slowly
removing his slick, semi-erect cock from her young
pussy. He looked at Angela and spoke softly. “I’m sorry
Angela. We completely neglected you. How can we make it
up to you?”

“I want you Tony. I really want you,” she spoke
huskily. She pulled the satin gown up over her head and
threw it over the back of the couch. She removed her
white, lace, high cut panties and placed one long
shapely leg on top of the couch back and put the other
foot flat on the floor.

Tony’s mouth fell open. Angela lay totally exposed
right in front of him. Her full, firm breasts were
topped with large, pink nipples, hard, wet, and erect
from the excitement of watching Tony and Sam make love
and Sam’s hot little mouth sucking madly on them.

Her narrow waist flared out to wide hips and firm,
round buttocks. Nestled between her long supple thighs,
her lovely, very wet, very swollen pussy, framed with
soft, blond fleece begged for attention.

Angela’s right hand slid down over the slope of her
tummy and combed through the blond curls. Her middle
finger searched and found the throbbing little nub at
the top of her pink slit and rolled it around like a
marble in oil. Her hips rose and down as her finger
slid easily deep inside her swollen, aching cunt. She
slowly and deliberately stroked her long finger in and
out as her other hand teased and pinched her full, hard
nipples.

Tony knelt on the couch between Angela’s outstretched
legs. His hand gripped his, now hard cock and slowly
rubbed the giant head up and down the wet lips.
Angela’s hand found Tony’s hand wrapped around his
cock. “Let me,” she groaned. Her hand guided the giant
invader to her hungry opening and pulled it between her
spread lips. Her hands gripped his buttocks and pulled
him roughly against her hips.

The giant cock slid long and true into her very depths
until it was completely buried inside the long
neglected cunt.

“Ohhhhhhh, my God Tony, yesssss, yesssss, yesssss.”

His hips moved back and forth and from side to side
around, forcing the hard cock to find and rub every
nook and cranny of her sweet cunt. Faster and faster
his hips pumped against her bringing her to the brink
of orgasm.

Just as Angela was about to scream, she felt Sam’s
small mouth on hers and the girl’s inquisitive tongue
searched inside her mouth.

“Ohhhhh yessss,” her moans muffled by Sam’s mouth and
tongue. “Yessss darling. I’m commmming, I’m commming.”

Tony’s hands gripped Angela’s wide hips and pulled them
hard against his forcing every bit of the giant monster
inside her and held it there as it began to throb and
spurt and bathe her insides.

Sam held the big, beautiful breasts in her hands and
pulled at the long, tight nipples as she continued to
kiss the older woman.

“Oh wow,” Angela cried, as her shattering orgasm
subsided and her hips fell back to the couch. “That was
unbelievable, incredible. I love both of you very
much.”

“You mean you don’t think I’m a monster for what
happened,” asked Tony?

“You mean, maybe we can do it again sometime,” asked
Samantha?

“You’re not a monster Tony, and yes Sam we’ll
definitely do it again. After all, Who’s the Boss?