Paige Ep. 020: UPSY DAISY

"You gonna be my hero too Lonnie Turner?" She sips her drink, winking over her margarita glass.

"I guess time will tell."

As the band finishes their song, a softer Duke Ellington tune draws the audience toward the dance floor. Smiling at the dancers, Lonnie could sense her desire to join them.

"Care to dance Diva?"

"Absolutely Mister Turner." She stands up running her fingers over her skirt smoothing it out. Eying Wayne she points at him. "Don't you micky my drink Wayne. I can pass out on my own."

The bartender nods, "I'll keep an eye on your stuff."

"That stuff. Not this stuff." She points to her purse, before a direct point at her booty. She knew Wayne would drool anyways. He was a good friend.

"You're something." He takes her hand escorting her to a free spot on the dance floor. Pulling her close her chest bunches up against his. He couldn't resist looking down at her bulging melon collies.

"So are you Lonnie Turner." Her eyes sparkled.

"I'm happy you decided to meet me tonight. To be honest after that craziness at IHOP, I figured you might run like hell."

"We really should discuss that sometime. No hurry. " She winks, "That's your business Big Daddy."

"My kid..." She kisses him before he could finish his sentence.

"This is our time Daddy."

"You're right. Those lips of yours are juicy."

"Oh, you haven't tasted the juicy ones yet."

"Can't wait."

He glances around them at the couples on the floor. Wincing at his reaction she feels his hands lower to both of her hips. With flaring eyes she concluded that he was checking for panties.

"Missing in action." She licks her lips.

"Be right back." He slyly crouches as her hands hover above him. Marveling at his boldness, he lifts her skirt in front and buries his face into her gently hairy puss. Kissing her labia with a single lick up over her clit she nearly falls back in her heels. As fast as he offered her some Homance he rose to reclaim his dance partner.

"My! My! You lick divinely."

"Shock you?"

"Only if you dip me."

Laughing with restraint, he dares to dip her backwards. Swooning her yanks her back up to another awaiting kiss. Fanning herself as they make out the song ends. As everyone leaves the floor, they find themselves alone. With an intimate glare she pats his chest. He parts lips deciding that yep the song was over. A faster song led them back to the bar.

Taking their seats, they enjoy each others eyes over their thirst. Sucking on her straw, she strokes it lightly for effect. Licking the hole of his beer bottle he frowns, "Looks bad don't it?"

"Only if that bottle neck is bigger than you are."

"Right! Not even close." Changing the subject he senses Wayne return.

"Another round?"

"Of course." She winks at Lonnie without so much as a glance toward Wayne. As Lon stares at her he polishes his beer off. As he starts to sit the bottle down she wags a finger at him. Hesitating he notes her legs parting, giving his a dimly lit view of his kissing bandit. She doesn't even flinch to see if others are watching. reaching over to tap his bottles neck she tilts her chin, eyes never leaving his.

"Seriously?" He smirks. Unlike her he glances about until she snaps her fingers.

"Nobody is here but us Big Daddy."

Swallowing dryly he lowers his beer bottle toward her pussy, "You sure?"

"Be glad that beer wasn't a draft."

"Whew!" He lines his bottle neck up with her pussy and gently guides it inside her. Her lips howling silently at his penetration she pouts her lips. Focusing he moves the neck in and out five times. Her eyes fluttering, but dedicated, he notes her nipples shred her dress between sequins.

"Like that Big Daddy?"

"Should be my cock."

"Yes it should." She reaches down and guides it out, the neck soaked in her juices. Nudging his hand upward she leads the neck to his lips. Without being told Lonnie licks the neck of the bottle. "That's the way, Big Daddy."

"Christ you taste good."

"Nothing better than freaky foreplay."

As Wayne returns with fresh drinks they settle down. For the next hour they merely learned about each other. Nothing was sacred. Three drinks later they were all over each other again. Her skirt riding high revealing a shiny bare bottom. She didn't even try to hide her cheeks. Bottoms up.

An hour prior, Paige and the Spartans were still waging war. Deciding their uplifting game was fascinating they hadn't let her feet or hands touch the grass since they started her airborne adventure.

Each Gent helping the other contort her into various positions, ranging from two men holding her lower half with one hand each, while their other hand held her legs wide. Bryan now fucking her and massaging her clit vigorously Paige was howling.

Even in the dim glow of the front porch light they could enjoy her sensual beauty. Bryan amazed at his beast, even with a condom on glowed as it spread her cunt lips wide. In and out, in and out. Her soft vocal pleading making her all the more desirable. Hearing her childlike tone beg, "Fuck me Prince Bryan." the Farm boy recalled his Disney Princess out by the lake. Riding his horse while she rode him. Nothing better than a good blue blooded piece of ass.

Shifting positions Greg managed to dangle her upper body down to insert his cock into her mouth. Softly fucking her throat. Her blazing red hair hanging toward the grass. Even it couldn't quite touch the ground. Supporting her entire mid section Josh allowed himself to kiss her chest. Paige turner was in heaven. No seven minutes like the party game.

Going unnoticed some peeping toms had snuck up on foot, hiding in the neighbors bushes. Brett's buddies Aaron and Cody had quietly crept in to video the outdoor foursome. In awe they captured every contorted position the bruisers put Paige in. Even when Bryan nutted in her pussy, he moved away letting Greg take his spot. Rolling her over in mid air Greg stabbed his crown deep and hard. She cried out "OWWWW! Then, don't stop in the same breath. Greg was a mighty warrior. Bigger than even Josh. Her pussy lips were stretched at their maximum circumference. He held her hands behind her back as Bryan knelt under her to support her flight. Josh holding her hair up in a ponytail as she sucked his beast. Even her mouth couldn't stretch any wider. The evening air show was simply magnificent. Breasts swaying from side to side, back and forth. The boys really wished they could join in. Their time would come again after Graduation. She had promised them all. It was clearly evident that she was a woman of her word.

Forty five minutes into their recording session, Aaron and Cody find a older gentleman tapping their shoulders with a ball bat. With a gruff, "Get out of my yard." The two ran like a bear was chasing them. Hearing his bellow the guys looked over. Greg, a ball of sweat smirked.

"Evening Gerry." A mumble from Paige he adds, "Paige says hi Mister Benson."

"You people are bonkers." Gerry Benson headed back inside to watch TV. He knew the game. Poor girl. Poor Gerry.

Back at the bar called BLUES CUES...

After seven drinks Lonnie and Deborah were outside the bar in her Van. Both naked with her side door wide open for air. She rode him like a Pony Express rider a day late for delivery. Her butt cheeks twerking hard with each gyration. Lonnie laying back palming her 38's. She was possessed in her mission. Cumming hard on his cock twice already she didn't seem to run out of steam. Lonnie wasn't getting the opportunity to even be in control.

Finally, as Lonnie detonates inside the ebony Goddess he hears her cell ringing. Without a lag in her rhythm she reaches to her right and grabs her purse. Cell plucked out she answers her caller.

"Best be important Coochie." She puts her on Face Time.

"When you coming home Mommy?"

Lonnie's eyes bulged as his thoughts wandered, "Holy fuck. She sounds just like Paige."

"When Mommy's date is over. Why are you still up?"

"It's only 12:30. No school tomorrow."

"Little busy Sweetheart."

"Are you having sex?"

"Why yes I am. Is that any of your concern?"

"Is he cute Mommy?"

"Ain't bad." She grins at Lonnie. "See?" Deb shows her daughter Lonnie's face. He bulges his eyes and waves at the thin young lady, a spitting image of her Mother, same hair extensions.

"You're fucking a White Guy?" He hears Coochie giggle.

"I already broke that to you Coochie. You be nice. He treats your Momma good."

"Hi White Guy." She vividly waves back at him. "You're right Mommy. He does look like Michael Keaton. Sorry, Mister Turner, I'm only fucking with you." The girl shocks him with a wagging tongue teasing Lonnie. That was followed by lowering her cell screen to show off her braless titties. Eyes wide, Lonnie snarls.

"THAT'S IT!" He nudges Deborah back, her slick pussy escaping his girth. He twists her into laying back with her legs dangling out the van door. Lonnie crawling out to stand nude in the parking lot leans in to replenish Deb's pussy with his cock. "My turn MOMMY."

"Sweet Lord in Heaven. Fuck that pussy Big Daddy." She forgets Coochie is watching. Lost in her drunkenness and his ferocious pounding. He snatches up her cell and sees Coochie's interest in his savagery.

"Your Mom's a little busy right now."

"That's okay. I can talk to you." Coochie sucks on her index finger taunting him.

"Your Mom says you're the same age as my daughter. Week or so younger."

"I still feel seventeen." She bats her eyes at him.

"My kid says that too."

"FUCK ME BIG DADDY!" Deb loses her sanity.

"Wow! You must be really good in bed. In our van at least." Coochie giggles. "I've never heard my Mommy scream like she is right now."

Coochie lowers her camera toward her panties, dipping fingers beneath it to finger herself.

Lonnie was harder than ever, between a daughters teasing and a gorgeous Mother's sweet reality, Lonnie became a beast.

"You like that Mommy?" Lon rams harder, his available finger massaging Deb's clit.

"YES BIG DADDY. Coochie go to bed." She exhales moaning loudly.

"I can't sleep Mommy. I'm bored here all alone." Coochie guides her panties lower to reveal a silky smooth snatch. Lon couldn't believe this was happening. Did Deb know her daughter was doing this? Was she testing him? To see if he had more interest in Coochie than her? Slightly true. Mostly not.

"Gotta go Kid. Hope to meet you soon." Cell shut off Lonnie destroyed Deborah. People leaving the bar drunk were laughing and whistling at their performance. Lonnie gave them what they wanted. Deb screaming orgasm after orgasm. In their final throes Lonnie pulls out in the Knick of time and ravages his cock to a devastating down pour.

The flow of his jizz enough to paint her pussy white. Deborah convulsed all along her van floor. Thank God, she had taken the middle seats out to give them room before tonight.

Staggering back he looks across the street in his liquored up state. Eyes finally focusing he mutters, "Huh!" A 24 hour adult bookstore was directly across the street. Patting Deb's foot he gets her attention. Sitting up in the doorway she finally stands and teeters into his embrace. Hand on her ass he huffs. "We should go over there."

"Buying Mommy a toy?"

"Nope. Buying my little girl something."

"Freak!" She grins kissing his chest.

"Alright I have to ask. Did you get more turned on with your daughter watching us have sex?"

"Didn't you?" She nips his pec with her teeth.

"Fuck it. I'm too drunk to deny anything. Your kid was teasing me while I was fucking you."

"I figured as much. We have a very open communication concerning sex. As long as I know my baby is safe I'm cool with her antics."

"She's done this to your past men?"

"Not really. She was too young with my last few boyfriends."

"Your kid is pretty hot. Nothing compared to her Mom though."

"You better think that Big Daddy." She kisses him hard toppling him to the side of the opened van door. They roamed each other's flesh as neon lights caressed the area. Finally, he coaxes her to get dressed and take a walk with him.

Hearing his own cell Lonnie eyes it. An unknown text led him to stop with Deb on the corner waiting on traffic. She hugged his shoulder as he winces at the number. Opening the text he sees a video.

"What the hell?"

As the video played he saw only a sweet young pussy, with a youthful hand, ramming a vibrator into it. Succulent moans echoed through the air. "Thank you for fucking my Mommy so good." That was it. Quick and simple.

"That was your daughter. How did she get my number?"

"She must have been snooping into my cell. Sorry Big Daddy." Deb pouts.

He narrows his eyes at her before kissing her on the forehead. "I'm not deleting that."

"As long as you play any videos I send you, I'm fine with that." She giggles.

Laughing together Lonnie led her across the street. He had some shopping to do.

Once more at the Turner household...

Josh carried a messy young girl in his arms, her arms circling his neck, legs his torso. She had been exhausted by the mighty three amigos. Taking her indoors Greg drew her a bath. Bryan bathed her, and Josh dried her off. Again carrying her to her bed they lay her down. Stroking her velvety hair she fell fast asleep.

Ten minutes later Lonnie came home barely able to walk under intoxication. Walking through the house he looks in on Paige and her bodyguards.

"What are you fuckers doing?"

Josh looks up from her pieced together damsel dress. He was sewing it. "Don't judge."

Greg and Bryan snickered at the bodybuilder. Bryan was wearing her Hello Kitty slippers. Greg a Princess tiara. Shaking his head, Lonnie tossed a bag into the room with a drunken stare. Without a word he went to bed.

The guys snooping inside the bag found a Medieval looking girdle inside. They crashed on her floor.

Job well done.