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“”He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him…”"

–The Ugly Duckling, Hans Christian Andersen, 1844

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My warm-hearted husband has always had a habit of picking up strays. I suppose that’s one of the endearing things that attracted me to Donny in the first place. However, throughout the past 30-plus years, I can’t count all the wayward dogs, cats, and even rabbits he “adopted” and I ended up nursing back to health. Thank goodness we were lucky to eventually find loving homes for these lost souls, or our house would resemble a zoo. Now that we’re in our fifties, and basically empty-nesting, I figure my days of playing Florence Nightingale to his Father Flanagan were over. Apparently I figured wrong.

“Come on Honey, it’s one thing to provide shelter to some kitten or puppy, there’s no way I’m going to take in a full-grown stranger,” I replied emphatically, after taking a sip of hot coffee.

“I know I’m asking a lot Barb, but we do have that spare bedroom, and it’s not like he’ll be here forever. Once he gets on his feet… hey, the least you can do is meet him; then maybe you’ll understand,” Donny pleaded.

Sitting out on the back deck, still in my low cut lacy nightgown under a long terrycloth bathrobe, I stared out across the long back yard and ten acres of mature trees. A brisk early October morning breeze swept through me. Clutching my elbows to buffer the chill, I bargained. “Okay, okay, you can bring him by the house sometime; but that doesn’t mean I’m saying yes to this,” I reluctantly relented.

“Great! I’ll go get him!” Donny shouted and headed back in the house.

“What? You mean he’s HERE? Not now, I look a mess,” I said, knowing full well my hubby was prone to pulling such stunts.

“You look just great. We’ll be right in.” I heard his voice trail off, as he trotted off through the house.

I barely had time to check the mirror, before Donny’s truck door slammed. Pouring another cup of coffee, I looked up to see his latest stray, and boy was he a big one. The bearded, scraggly-haired, overweight boy in his early twenties appeared older, as he warily raised his eyes through thick dark horned-rimmed glasses.

“Honey, this is Ben. Ben, this is Barb,” Donny introduced. I made my way toward them, clutched the neck of my robe, smiled and extended my hand.

“Hi Ben, nice to meet you,” I smiled up at the extremely shy, six foot tall stranger.

“Say hello Ben,” Donny prompted, hearing no response from the youngster.

“Hi Missus…” he slowly began.

“Oh, call me Barb; everybody does. No need to be formal around here.” I brought my smile to a grin, detecting the inkling of a smile from him.

“N-nice to meet you Barb,” he finally got out and comfortably shook my hand.

“Okay then, how about some nice fresh coffee?” I suggested, pulling my hand from his.

The boy’s smile broadened a bit. He nodded. The two guys took seats at the kitchen table, while I turned to get cups. Returning with the coffee pot, I hadn’t noticed my robe had opened, giving them a nice long view of my cleavage as I poured.

“Those are hot now, don’t burn yourselves,” I warned, then catching sight of their eyes glued to my chest, I realized the double connotation.

Suddenly embarrassed by inadvertently displaying myself, I turned my back to them and cinched up my robe. “So Donny tells me you’re doing some work for him…” I said, sitting across from them, folding my arms, and sipping my coffee.

The next half hour was spent prying Ben’s sad story from him. He lost his family in an auto accident, when he was a junior in high school. After his aunt and uncle took him in, he graduated, and has been living on his own since. Judging from his shabby appearance, I guessed he suffered from poor social skills, and limited experience with girls. Although he was socially ‘challenged’, he seemed to relax more, as we continued to talk.

He ragged appearance and introvert tendencies were two hurdles I knew he could overcome with a bit of help. Whether or not we could affect his lack of self esteem was a concern. However, after chatting with the less-than-attractive, but intelligent young man, I could see why Donny felt inclined to offer him a place to stay.

Hubby and I excused ourselves into the next room. Following a short private pow-wow, we agreed on some basic ground rules. “I’m mostly concerned about the privacy thing, Honey,” I admitted.

“Sure, I’ll make sure he knows to keep his distance from our bedroom, bath and stuff; that’s if you can keep from showing him your big tits,” Donny laughed.

“Hey, that wasn’t MY fault… oh forget it, you asshole!” I shook my head.

“Wow, this place is so nice and huge, compared to my apartment! I really DO appreciate this, Missus …, I mean Barb,” Ben’s face lit up, as he hauled two huge oversized duffle bags to our spare bedroom on the second level, and just down the hall from our master suite.

“Here’s a nice big bathroom Ben. Don’t be afraid to use it,” I smiled but made the comment with all sincerity.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Our bedroom is down the hall,” I noted, more-or-less restating the section of our two-story house that was to be considered off limits.

He nodded. I explained more details about our schedules, and some minor things we expected from him. He was quite agreeable and seemed virtually thrilled to have the opportunity to stay with us.

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Betty Lou Who?

After only a couple of weeks, I started to notice changes in the boy. When he and Donny were not at work, Ben spent most of his free time fixing things, and helping with household chores. He was bathing and eating healthy meals regularly, which improved his quiet demeanor dramatically. I determined that improving on his appearance might be the greatest challenge.

After dinner one evening I stopped by his room. I knocked on his door. After hearing some paper shuffling, he answered the door and let me in.

“So Ben, I was thinking,” I started and noticed the covers askew on his otherwise neatly made bed. Sauntering to the bed to sit down, I smoothed down a raised edge. “WE were thinking actually… have you ever given any thought to attending college?”

“Sure, I’ve thought about it plenty. That’s one of those things at the top of my list, once I can afford it,” Ben admitted, glancing down at the ruffled bedspread.

“I believe you could possibly qualify for financial aid, if that would make a difference.”

“Hmm, I should check that out. I only hope I’m smart enough to…”

“We’re not talking Harvard here! Anybody should be able to get through Tech. Besides, I can tutor you, if you need some help,” I offered.

“Damn, that’s right, you used to teach didn’t you Barb? That would be cool. I’ll have to check out registration and stuff tomorrow after work.”

“Great! I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Let me know what you find out,” I smiled and left his room, feeling glad he was excited about the idea.

The following day was wash day. With Ben gone, I headed upstairs to pick up any dirty clothes. I decided to strip the beds and Ben’s room was next. Pulling the sheets off his bed, I noticed the edge of a magazine shoved under the mattress. My memory flashed to yesterday’s conversation and Ben’s awkward glance at the bedspread. After already raising a son, I figured the magazine would be the typical girlie variety. Boys will be boys. Once I pulled it out, I was somewhat reassured in my estimate. What surprised me was the title, ‘Mature Bra Busters.’

The thought of a twenty-two year old male getting his jollies from a magazine full of golden oldies freaked me out at first. Then I felt a strange sense of pride, as I thumbed through the worn pages. I noticed one particular spread featuring a 52-year-old woman in various stages of undress. Although her (probably dyed) blonde hair was a bit longer, her body shape bore an uncanny resemblance to mine. Reading the accompanying - obviously fictitious - article, it was interesting to note that “Betty Lou” wore a 34-DD bra. It was even more interesting to note that someone (Ben) had underlined the size. Since my bra size was identical, how coincidental was that? “Better stop letting him help with that part of the laundry,” I resolved.

Turning the page, there was Betty Lou in all her glorious nudity, spreading her legs to prove she truly was a blonde. With a sense of cynical interest, I read more of the article… “Betty - her name inked out, replaced with BARB - likes nude sunbathing on her boyfriend’s boat and screwing two guys at once…” “God, who writes this crap? And he changed her name to BARB. Oh, my God!” Now I WAS embarrassed. I was clearly the object of the boy’s fantasies.

Stuffing the magazine quickly back under the mattress, I collected the sheets and headed downstairs to finish the wash. “Just shake those thoughts out of your head, you fool!” I said to myself. “All boys have their fantasies. It’s harmless,” I reckoned, trying to dismiss any further vulgar images.

From behind me, I heard the back door, “Barb, you were right. Tech accepted my application!” Ben yelled over the drone of the washer.

“Hey, there ya go Ben. Good job!” I shared in his enthusiasm, putting whatever fantasies he might have for me on a back burner.

“Yeah, I start night classes next week. I’ve got a counselor, books and a schedule. Now all I have to do is get smart,” his eyes rolled.

“I’m so proud of you. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble with these courses,” I stated, scanning his schedule, while clamping a motherly squeeze on his upper arm.

“Not as long as I have your help?” Ben’s eyes pleaded.

“I said I would help, and I will, okay?” I responded and wrapped my arms around him in a full hug. Pressing my chest into his, I felt his strong arms wrap around me. His warm hands moved gently to pull me closer. I backed away, with his hands still around my waist. He smiled and nodded, before letting me break away.

“Damn, I wasn’t here to help with the laundry. Did you find everything okay?” Ben asked.

“Sure, no problem. I decided to wash sheets too.”

“Oh, okay,” Ben acknowledged, before his eyes shifted toward the stairs.

Telling my husband about finding the seedy magazine would only serve to confuse him. Besides, there was something harmless and tender about the boy. I decided to keep that bit of information to myself, for the time being.

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Ugly Ducklings

I spent the following few weeks dedicated to cleaning up things outside. Bundling up for the approaching winter, I made my way through a glade of trees that led to our pond. “You gonna need some help Barb?” I heard Ben yell from the house.

“Always! And bring some twine with you,” I hollered back.

Stacking the debris from dead trees and brush around the pond, I caught sight of Ben heading my way with a roll of twine.

“I thought you had a bunch of homework this weekend. No need to help with this stuff.”

“Guess I just needed a break. But, if you’d rather do it yourself…” Ben smiled, exhaling gusts of billowing white steam.

“Don’t be silly. Damn, but it’s cold out here! You can wrap that one over there. I’ll start another stack here,” I advised and slapped my arms to keep warm.

Ben wrapped that stack and was tying up another bundle, when I saw a small group of mud ducks taking a water break. Tapping Ben on the shoulder, I pointed in their direction not far from us. The two of us watched as the younger ducks dutifully followed their mother.

“Now that’s one ugly duck,” Ben commented, at seeing a smaller duck who appeared to be the runt of the litter.

“Oh, I think they’re cute,” I remarked, now shivering.

Finishing up the tie job, he noticed my uncontrollable shaking and put his arm around me for shelter. “You women are all alike. C’mon now, that’s one ugly duck!”

“He may s-seem that way right now, but s-someday…” My teeth chattered.

“Right, I remember the story. Unfortunately, we don’t have time to watch the transformation, and besides it’s a mud duck. He won’t get much better looking. You’re freezin’ girl! Better get you back to the house NOW!”

A stiff northeast wind bore down on us, as we fast walked/ran back to the house. Slamming the door behind us, Ben looked on as I stood frozen solid. “G-GOD, I can’t move.” I said, as he took his parka off.

“Here, take that off and I’ll fix the fire,” he commanded, pealing off my heavy coat, cap and gloves.

“The ducks… that o-one ugly d-duck…” I started, trying to shift my brain from the pain in my stiff joints. “You just w-watch and see! One d-day…”

“Damn, would you just stop with the fucking ducks!” Ben rekindled the fire.

Coming back to me, he cupped my pale face in the warmth of his large hands. I felt the blood instantly return to my cheeks, while his gentle touch caressed me. Our eyes locked together for an eternity. His index fingers worked under my ear lobes. Then the slightest hint of his hands pulling me forward broke the spell. I averted my eyes from his and pulled away.

“Not for this ugly duck,” I heard him mumble, as I turned away.

“What did you say, Ben?” I asked.

“Nothing, just talking to myself,” he brushed off, lowered his head, and went back to stoking the fire.

I shuffled off to the kitchen to set us up with a pair of hot chocolates, and nothing else was said about ugly ducks. I knew he must have mistaken my brushing him off as a blow to his ego. If he really knew why I retreated from any further advances; that I was becoming attracted to him, perhaps that might have made a difference. If he knew this was my problem and not his? No, he didn’t need to know that.

Funny thing is, from then on, he underwent more obvious physical changes. The young man’s household routine started to include time on the treadmill and working out with Donny’s weights. He started eating less at meals, and virtually cut out colas, which had been his major addiction. Ben was trimming down, beefing up, and basically evolving into quite a stud.

Once they develop a mind-set, kids are amazing! In only a month’s time, Ben’s transformation was well underway. His once flabby overstocked belly and ass tightened up nicely, while his upper body grew thick with muscles. Except for the unmanageable hair, scraggly beard and horn-rimmed glasses, I would never have recognized him as the same twenty-two-year-old.

Considering that I might have been somewhat of a catalyst in such an impressive transformation, I was secretly proud of contributing to his makeover. Since I hadn’t verbalized my part in Ben’s new body, Donny (the Savior of Strays) gloated at what he thought was his casual influence.

“Old Ben’s sure coming around, don’t ya think?” My husband boasted during dinner.

“How’s that?” I played along.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how trim he’s getting?”

“Oh that, yeah I guess he is,” I replied, with a subdued smirk.

“Well, it’s all my doing, you know. I told him to shape up, if he ever wanted a chance with the ladies,” Donny stated, like repeating some ancient proverb.

“Hmm, and which ladies would that be?”

“Maybe the little honey I have him set up with this Friday night.”

“Oh really! And, who’s the lucky girl?”

“Her name is Alicia. She’s this cute little blonde receptionist that works for Watson Construction,” Donny said between bites.

“You keep saying how little she is. She’s not vertically challenged, I hope.”

“NO. She’s just petite, you know, about Meg’s size,” Hubby added, referring to our daughter. “Just a sweet girl – always bubbling about something or other,” he added.

“So, just because this sweet little bubble head has a crush on you, you think she’ll be interested in Ben,” I poked him.

“I never said she has a crush… geez, the girl is like twenty-one. She and Ben will have a great time… I think. I mean, you can never tell about these things. Who knows?” Donny shrugged.

“Well I’m sure Ben will give us an accurate play-by-play,” I smiled.

“Better than that; we’re making it a foursome. We get to watch!”

“Hmm, thanks for letting me know. God Donny, you never cease to amaze me,” I said, shaking my head. “And where do you - I mean WE - plan on taking these kids?”

“Dinner and dancing, whatcha think?” He suggested.

“Okay, and how fancy a place, so I know how to dress,” I prodded him.

After rattling off all the restaurants in town, we decided Grig’s Steak House & Lounge would be our best shot for having a fun night with a pair of kids thirty years younger than us. The food was good and the adjoining lounge had dancing. Dress was high-casual to low-formal, meaning we could pretty much wear anything halfway decent, without being stuffy.

Thursday, before the big Friday, offered a pleasant surprise; and I did have to thank my hubby for this one. He treated Ben to an early date with his barber. “Oh my Lord, what do we have HERE!” I said, almost in shock. “The barber must have had a field day with you!” I exclaimed, seeing Ben for the first time with short hair and a clean-shaven face.

“I think he butchered me,” Ben grunted.

“Nonsense, it looks great, Ben. Just look at you… you STUD!” I exclaimed, dragging him to the hall mirror. “See, just enough hair for Alicia to run her hands through, when you make your play for her,” I said, running my fingers through his shortened locks for effect.

“Right, I’m sure. I haven’t even met the girl.” Ben blushed.

Judging from his previously hidden pot marked complexion, I assumed the beard was more a practical than cosmetic decision. I’m sure he felt uncovered and quite self-conscious, as his reclusive body language indicated.

“You may not believe me, but I DO know exactly what you’re going through,” I empathized.

“You’re right Barb, I don’t believe you.”

“I was a bit younger than you, when my face was ravaged with acne. My mom was always hauling me off somewhere to visit another dermatologist. This was long before they have all the fancy meds they have today. Basically, nothing seemed to work,” I recalled.

“What did you do? I mean, you look… you’re beautiful,” Ben wondered.

“Yeah well, just don’t look too close. I still carry a couple of deep scars, and makeup does wonders. No, actually I just got older. I think I was about twenty-five when things started to finally simmer down. I also believe a positive attitude might have helped.”

“Telling me I should be happy about myself, and just forget what others say?” Ben recited something somebody must have offered years ago.

“Not exactly. Instead of wasting my time with that superficial bullshit, I just spent more of my energy on developing a captivating personality and a killer figure,” I laughed.

“Well it worked for you; that’s for sure. You’re a God damn knockout!” Ben’s eyes lit up.

“You goof, I was just kidding… but I’ll take the compliment,” I said, softly running the back of my hand against his cratered face.

“So, you got this whole date thing figured out?” Donny asked, downing his second beer, as he entered the family room.

“Sure,” Ben started, “First, we get her liquored to the max, and then I take the bag off my head and screw her ’til she falls madly in love with me –how’s that sound?”

“GREAT Ben, sounds like a plan to me,” Donny laughed and slapped him on the back. “Just remember lift off is seven o’clock, at least that’s the time I told Alicia we’d pick her up,” my hubby reminded, before sinking into his recliner.

As Donny became instantly engaged in whatever was on the tube, I could see Ben was anything but settled on the subject. I left for the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. Heading toward the deck, I motioned for Ben to join me.

“Ben, will this be your first real date?” I asked, after we had sipped our coffee in silence for several long minutes.

Bobbi contrasted perfectly as the leggy, tarty, forty or so, wife. As Colin explained her character, the woman had finally settled for the security and quasi-respectability even a third rate entrepreneur could provide over the tips of bum patting, crude talking rednecks that frequented the diner where she had worked.

Colin agreed to bring Mick in to audition for the role as Ben Quick.

Later, a very disappointed Bobbi found out that Mick’s college schedule prevented him from accepting the role as lead, but he did agree to help with the production when he had time and to take the role as understudy to the male lead.

Colin requested that Jessica, the producer for the troupe’s plays be Bobbi’s understudy as the motel owner’s wife. Linda, a set designer and scenery painter was selected for Edith’s backup for the Nora role.

Jessica wondered why Colin even wanted understudy players.

“We’ve never needed them before,” she said challenging Colin.

“This is my play and I insist we act one hundred and ten percent professionally. Besides, what’s the longest run any of your previous productions had?”

“Three days,” Jessica admitted sheepishly.

“What’s your capacity here?” Colin asked.

“Around a hundred, I guess.”

“We’ll sell out for two months solid. I’ve done plays like this in towns like Olde Lyme before. I guarantee 50 sold out performances.”

“Wow!” interjected Bruce, “that’s 5000 tickets at ten dollars per.”

“Not ten, twenty-five dollars each! And you will be sold out.”

Everyone looked at Bruce. “One hundred and twenty-five thousand,” breathed the awestruck accountant. “Are you sure?”

“Not sure,” asserted Colin, “guaranteed! Blimey, you heard the script. You know what the scenes will be like. Look at Edith. Look at Bobbi. They’re damn fine looking women. You think there aren’t 5,000 horny middle-aged wankers in a twenty-mile radius of this place who wouldn’t like to see Edith starkers or Bobbi on her knees?

“And that’s not counting their wives. How many of them will show up to live and hour and a half fantasy of sex with a toy boy? People will be popping down from Hartford and Providence once word gets out. I’ll be buggered if we don’t get folks in from Boston.”

Even Jessica had no heart to challenge the braggadocios young director.

‘Let them dream,’ she thought. ‘What harm is there in a little fantasy?’

Indeed, as Colin knew she would, she joined in fantasizing herself.

MICK, IS SHE SHAVED?

Colin called the female leads and understudy’s into private rehearsal sessions. Colin wasn’t really Bobbi’s type but on some level he excited her.

Sessions generally consisted of Colin, Bobbi, Jessica, and when he was available, Mick. Sometimes Colin would meet with just Bobbi or just Jessica alone.

Ever since being cast in the back up role of the wife, Jessica had been fantasizing about simulating a blowjob on stage. She seemed secretly delighted to get on her knees before both the director and the college kid.

Often, one of the men would buck his clothed crotch directly against one of the actresses’ faces. Bobbi could barely contain her excitement when she felt what must certainly be a hard on in Mick’s jeans.

There were similar sessions with Edith and Linda rehearsing the Nora role to which no other cast members were permitted.

One day Colin announced he’d be taking Edith, Bobbi, Linda, and Jessica shopping for their wardrobes.

They stopped in several shops in Olde Lyme and surrounding towns. He settled on a light, flowery sundress that came to mid-thigh and sandals for Edith and Linda and a short, tight, black skirt, white, low-cut blouse, and stiletto pumps for Bobbi and Jessica.

At a lingerie store, panties, bras, stockings, and garters for each woman were selected with Colin insisting on viewing each actress scantily clad even though only Edith and Linda would display the items on stage.

When the group returned, Colin asked them to change and report to the stage. He began by rehearsing the scene where Ben demands the owner’s wife’s panties.

“All right, I’ll be Ben,” said Colin reclining on the bed. Nora will be next to me but we don’t need you here just now Edith. Bobbi, luv, you’re sitting in the chair there.”

Bobbi took her seat.

“Right, now you uncross your legs flashing Ben your white panties just like you did in the office. Remember, I want the audience to see that flash of white as well so they know what Ben’s being offered.”

Bobbi slowly uncrossed her legs.

“You must be damned proud of them panties,” Ben drawled. “You’ve been showing them to me ever since I walked into that there office. Now I want them. Git over here and give ‘em to me.”

“What?!”

“You heard me right. Git over here and give me them panties. NOW!”

Bobbi got up slowly and took a sultry stroll to the bed.

“Somebody wants somethin’ round here, they got ta git it theirselves and I doubt a kid like you has the stones.”

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed Colin sat up. Staring directly into Bobbi’s eyes, he slowly ran his hands up under her skirt. Up, over the stocking tops, bare hands on bare thighs causing Bobbi to quiver.

Hooking his thumbs into the panty’s waistband, he pulled them slowly off. When Bobbi stepped out, Colin slid the panties into the bed stand drawer. His eyes never left Bobbi’s nor hers his.

“Mick my boy, get over here,” Colin called standing and retrieving the panties from the night stand.

“Take over as Ben; I want to see how this looks from the audience perspective. Put these back on.”

He handed Bobbi her panties and walked off the stage as Bobbi struggled to put her underwear on with some modicum of modesty.

“Jesus!” whispered one of the stagehand husbands loud enough for the cast to hear, “I just saw her pussy when she pulled her panties up!”

“OK, go again,” Colin said from his seat in the third row, “and let’s have quiet backstage please.”

Bobbi trembled even more as her erstwhile fantasy paramour caressed her legs and removed her panties. Colin shouted instructions and the pair alternated having Mick pull the panties off and Bobbi put them back on.

At one point, Colin exposed Bobbi’s secret excitement by saying loudly, “That’s fantastic Bobbi, that little tremble thing you’re doing. That’s a lovely way to show how hot all this is making you.”

‘Fuck’s sakes,’ thought Bobbi, ‘what woman’s not gonna get hot letting some young hunk pull her panties off.’

“Mick, is she shaved?” Colin asked suddenly one time after the panties had been removed.

“I keep myself trimmed.” Bobbi tried to speak for herself.

“I didn’t ask you, I asked Mick. Blokes have a better sense about that than you birds. Mick?”

Mick reached his hand under Bobbi’s skirt and brushed his fingertips up her legs and across her mons venus.

“There’s a landing strip there. Little bit of stubble but not really bad.” Mick’s hand continued feeling Bobbi’s pussy as he spoke.

“Labia too?”

Mick moved his hand between Bobbi’s legs causing her to move her feet apart. She knew he could feel how sloppy wet her cunt was as he probed with his fingers.

Her need to come was so strong Bobbi placed her hands on Mick’s shoulders and began undulating her hips. Fortunately for her, he removed his fingers from between her legs before she shamed herself in a public orgasm.

“Just a little stubble,” Mick announced leaving her grateful that he didn’t reveal the existence of a secret torrent that soon might have animals forming two-by-two.

“I want that completely shaved every morning,” Colin ordered Bobbi.

“Why” she protested, “nobody’s going to see it.”

“I don’t want anything showing but whiteness down there. Those panties get transparent when wet, which you apparently can’t control, and I don’t want any pubic hairs showing. Got it? OK, go get changed. And put those clothes in the wardrobe closet, I don’t want anything happening to them.”

While Bobbi changed offstage, Colin had Jessica rehearse as the motel owner’s wife with Mick. Off and on went Jessica’s panties as the wife got hotter and hotter from what she was doing and permitting to be done to her. Finally, Colin asked Mick the same question he asked about Bobbi.

“Is she shaved Mick?”

Jessica spread her legs as Mick ran his hand under her skirt. Gently he grazed his fingers over her smooth mons, then back and forth over the labia and even into the cleft between them.

Jessica was soaking wet and his finger moved easily in her sloppy slit. When the college junior contacted her clit, Jessica could hold back no longer.

Squeezing his hand tightly between her thighs, Jessica rocked her hips in bucking tribute to Colin’s ability to excite not only an audience but also the performers.

Despite trying mightily to be silent, little moans escaped her upper lips just as climax juices flowed from her lower ones.

“Clean as a whistle, boss,” Mick stated as he wrapped his free hand around Jessica’s thighs cupping her ass.

“OK, that’s it for today,” Colin told everyone and exited the barn while Jessica still convulsed onstage.

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

“Great news!” cried Colin bursting into the barn as if he were announcing VE Day. I just got a call from an old friend whose summer stock tour has been closed prematurely. His name is Lance and he’s perfect for the Ben Quick role. He’ll be here tomorrow!”

Colin left as quickly as he burst in leaving the others, and particularly Edith and Bobbi, wondering just what all this meant.

With Colin temporarily away from the set, Bruce approached Danny with a business question.

“What’s this $250 check for cash?” Bruce asked Danny.

“It’s for the costumes,” Danny answered. “We all agreed. Colin asked that I make the check to ‘cash’, so I did.”

“Why didn’t you just cash a check and give him the cash?”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know,” answered Bruce, “probably nothing. I guess I just like to have better control of the checks. After all, we really don’t know much about this Colin.”

Within a fortnight, Bruce’s instincts would prove tragically correct.

The following day, the Olde Lyme Players were introduced to Lance — all six feet six inches of him. His head was bald and his muscles bulged. From Edith to Bobbi to Jessica to Linda, each actress looked dreamily into Lance’s dark eyes as he shook their soft hands and kissed their cheeks.

That night, each actress, and most of the rest of the troupe’s female members spent some alone time masturbating to the image of the black Adonis who had just been introduced as their new Ben Quick.

WAS SHE ACTUALLY FUCKING HIM?

Three men and five women, not including Danny, Bruce, and Bobbi were in the barn/theater as Edith and Lance rehearsed their love scene. Some were working on scenery or props, some on other activities like lighting or tailoring.

In private sessions Edith had worked naked with Colin, but this was the first time her nudity might be witnessed by her friends or spouse. Rumors swirled that the sex wasn’t being simulated during those sessions but everyone, including Danny pretended not to have heard them.

When Edith was heard moaning loudly, everybody’s attention focused on the couple on the bed.

‘Damn,’ thought Bobbi ‘he’s fucking her right in front of all of us. And she’s letting him! What must Danny be thinking?’

“Cut!” cried Colin. “Edith luv, what’s wrong with you? You missed your cue!”

“Fuck,” grumbled Lance. “Colin, I need a break.”

With that, the black idol threw back the bedcovers and walked naked to his robe. The women gasped and the men looked away for fear they’d be struck gay.

A glistening ebony phallus jutted horizontally eleven inches beyond his abdomen. Not a single female eye left that hard, fat, organ until forced to do so by the closing of Lance’s robe.

“Was she actually fucking him?” one of the men asked out loud.

LET’S SEE HOW FAST I CAN GET YOU OFF

Finally, it was Bobbi’s turn to rehearse with Lance. Again, Colin began with private sessions. After what Bruce had witnessed Lance do with Edith, he was nervous to say the least.

Everything seemed to grind along agonizingly slowly until that magic moment Bobbi both dreaded and desired. Lance was in his white robe. Bobbi was unsure if he wore trunks beneath it.

At last, Colin placed her on her knees next to the bed, her back to the empty seats where one day soon would sit an audience. Lance would arise with Bobbi’s body protecting his nudity from the audience.

With Colin in the theater seats, Lance practiced getting off the bed until Colin was sure no offending phallic images would reach consenting adults.

Still seated, Colin told Lance to drop the robe. Bobbi’s heart was in her throat and excitement had already soaked into her stocking tops.

Off came the robe dropping onto the bed. Eight inches of flaccid, jet-black tube was just inches from her face. Never had she seen a male organ of such beauty. Not even the fabulous Johnny Keys possessed such a cock.

“Bobbi, did you hear me?” Colin asked from his seat.

“Huh?”

“I said start bobbing you head. Start simulating giving Lance a blowjob.”

“What should I do with my hands?”

“What would you normally do with them?”

“I guess I’d put one of them on the cock. In this case, probably both of them,” Bobbi said blushingly. She looked up and saw Lance smile so she tried to smile back.

“We’ll work that out later. For now, let’s just try to get the rhythm right. Lance, I want you to counter thrust.”

“Same thing goes for my hands, boss,” Lance stated. “I’d probably put one or both on her head. Plus I think it would help our rhythm.”

“I agree with Lance,” Bobbi continued. “I think if he holds my head he can lead, kind of like dancing.”

“OK, Lance put one hand on her head.”

The pair began a series of counter undulations where Bobbi would move her head toward Lance’s penis and he would thrust his hips toward her mouth, followed by a reverse of her head and his hips.

“Timing looks good, but the distance seems artificial. Can you move closer to her, Lance?”

Lance took half a step forward and resumed thrusting. He guided Bobbi’s head with his right hand. They were so close now the swinging caused by Lance’s movements would cause his penis to graze against Bobbi’s lips on each inward thrust. She was sorely tempted to just open her mouth and grab it.

“It feels really natural,” said Lance continuing to slap his cock head against the lips of a woman old enough to be his mother. “I’m worried about my cock, though.”

“What do you mean?” Colin asked. Lance ceased his in and out movements but kept his hand on Bobbi’s head.

“It’s OK now cause I’m soft, but in the scene I’m in bed with a hard-on after fucking Nora. There’s no guarantee it’s going to go down for this blowjob. What if I’m still hard? How will that look?”

“Only one way to find out. You OK with that luv?” Colin asked.

Bobbi couldn’t speak. The thought of seeing Lance’s huge dick hard and up close had taken her breath away. She nodded.

Lance took his right hand off her head and began masturbating. Almost by instinct, he reached out his left hand to maintain contact with Bobbi’s head.

Oh how she wished Colin had instructed her to get Lance hard. Her pussy ached at the thought of touching that cock.

In less than a minute, Lance was erect. Bobbi just stared. Then he began undulating again while guiding her head. His cock reached right over Bobbi’s shoulder, and he let it rest there.

“See,” he told Colin, “there’s just not enough room between us if I’ve got a hard-on. It’s got to go somewhere.”

“No kidding,” Colin wisecracked. “What if it is actually in her mouth? How much room will that buy us?”

“Would you mind?” Lance asked Bobbi looking down into her upturned eyes.

The hefty feel of his cock on her shoulder was causing poor Bobbi’s insides to literally dissolve down her thighs.

“Should I open my mouth?” was all she could think to say.

“Yes, dear,” Lance assured her as he pulled his erection off her shoulder and aimed it at her lips.

Sliding his weapon into her mouth, Lance immediately began the rhythmic thrustings at the pace he’d established earlier.

All thoughts of Bruce had long since left Bobbi’s mind as she delighted in the mouth fucking the gorgeous black man was giving her. She was transported back to the California porn sets of her youth. She sucked greedily even though an enjoyment of delivering a blowjob was not part of this test for proper positioning.

“OK,” Colin said joining the pair on stage. Lance halted his movements and extracted his cock. Bobbi glanced at Colin and could see that he’d watched as his friend sawed his dick in and out of her mouth.

“What do you think, Bobbi? If Lance is still hard when he stands in front of you, will you be OK if we don’t do a simulation?”

“You mean you actually want me sucking his dick in front of a live audience?”

“It’s not what I want, it’s what the scene demands. The movements when Lance had his cock in your mouth looked fantastic from the seats. The audience will go wild when they see it. What about Bruce? I mean you’re not going to be able to hide what you’re doing if he’s watching at rehearsals.”

“Let me worry about Bruce,” Bobbi stated in a tone only available to beautiful, older women whose husbands’ are wrapped around little fingers.

She was still on her knees hoping that somehow Colin would order the oral sex to continue, preferably to completion.

“What if he’s not hard, though?”

The question just popped into her mind and out her mouth. She was instantly angry with herself for voicing this concern. It would spoil everything if Colin now used that possibility to reconsider and withdraw his demand that the sex not be simulated.

“I’m sure you can find a way to cure that problem, can’t you?” Colin asked smiling smugly.

“What about duration?” Lance asked bringing everyone back to the reality at hand. “How long should we keep up the movements?”

“How long does a blowjob normally last?” Colin asked throwing the question back to his two stars.

“I don’t know, sometimes ten minutes, sometimes five. Depends on the guy and the circumstances I think,” Bobbi answered.

“No way it can last ten minutes. The audience wouldn’t stand for that. Even five is too long. Lance, what’s the quickest you can shoot? Don’t forget, you’ll have been all warmed up by Edith.”

For the first time Bobbi realized she’d be sucking her best friend’s juices off Lance’s cock, if what she’d seen at rehearsal earlier were true.

“Dunno,” Lance answered, “I usually try to hold off a bit to enjoy myself more…and let the lady have a little fun.”

Pulling out his ubiquitous stop watch that he used from timing everything from set changes to cast coffee breaks, Colin stood ready to find out just what this man and these circumstances translated into, time-wise.

“You want me to suck him off?” Bobbi asked not believing her luck.

“That’s right. Be as quick as you can. Lance, let me know the minute you start coming. In fact, let’s just change the script right now. You have a new line, ‘I’m coming.’ Bobbi, you’re going to have to swallow. I don’t want any spunk on the set. That stuff is slippery. We don’t need any accidents.”

“Can I use my hands this time?” Bobbi inquired.

“Do whatever you’d normally do.”

Bobbi looked up into Lance’s eyes. “Let’s see how fast I can get you off.”

She grabbed his still hard cock with both hands and brought it to her mouth. Colin started the watch as soon as the head passed between her lips. Lance held her head with both hands and began rocking his hips back and forth. Bobbi jerked him off in counter rhythm to her sucking.

Even though she was concentrating on her technique, doing her level best to provide her young paramour with maximum pleasure, the blowjob was having a profound affect on her pussy and an even greater flow of juice flooded down her legs. Just when she thought she’d come from the sheer pleasure of sucking that sweet dick, Lance delivered his new line.

Bobbi didn’t notice Colin click his watch. She was too busy swallowing as Lance shot his load directly into the back of her throat.

When at last the juice flow from his cock slit ceased, Bobbi slumped at his feet. Lance too flopped onto the bed, breathing heavily.

When their breathing finally returned to near normal, Colin announced the results.

“Three minutes nine seconds. That’s our gold standard. The blowjob lasts three minutes and nine seconds.”

“Phew!” exclaimed Bobbi, hoping to get Lance, or even Colin to return her favor, “somebody’s going to have to cool me off.”

“All right,” Colin said, “let’s call that a wrap then. I got a feeling Bruce is going to be a lucky man tonight.” Both Colin and Lance walked away chuckling heartily.

‘God you can be an insufferable bore,’ Bobbi glared at Colin as she huffed out. Once in her car, she’d calmed down enough to admitted that Bruce, indeed, was going to get lucky tonight.

WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO TELL OUR HUSBANDS

Jessica arrived at the open dressing room door just as Bobbi popped the question.

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

Proceeding through the doorway, Jessica could see that the question was directed at Edith. The women inside became instinctively quiet in the way conspirators do when there’s a danger of being overheard.

“You too?” Jessica asked finally breaking the silence. She slumped into a chair.

“How could I help it?” Edith pleaded in self-defense. “We were in the bed. Colin was screaming at us to make it look real. Lance is on top of me. He’s hard; I’m wet. What woman wouldn’t be? It just slipped in.”

None of the three women seemed inclined at that moment to undertake an explanation as to exactly how an 11×3 inch hard cock just slips into anything.

“What about you, Jessica?” Bobbi asked.

“Colin’s got me actually sucking Lance’s cock, not just simulating it,” she replied, hanging her head. “Truth is, I was so happy when he suggested it would look better if I was actually sucking that dick, I offered no resistance at all. I just seem to go into a trance when I see it. It’s like I have no willpower. Normally, I don’t even like swallowing cum.”

“We’d better get Linda in here,” Bobbi said. “We’re going to have to tell our husbands.”

With Linda present, each of the actress/wives confessed they were having actual sex with Lance. Edith and Linda were both fucking and sucking the black Casanova. Bobbi and Jessica were giving blowjobs.

“I had no idea everybody else was doing this,” Linda said. “I mean that day he got out of the bed with you Edith and paraded across the stage with that cruise missile attached to his groin I admit I was suspicious. But you say he’s doing it every day? Damn, that bastard’s got some stamina, I’ll give him that.”

“How are we going to tell them?” Jessica asked. “Our husbands that is.”

“I can start,” said Bobbi. “There’s no way Bruce is gonna leave over a blowjob. Sure, he’ll kick and squeal a little, but in the end, he knows he’d be leaving too much on the table if we were to split up. It’s not like I’m in love with the guy, not like I’m going to be sucking that dick forever. At the end of the play’s run, Lance is gone and Bruce is back. He gets as much as he wants so he’s got no call to squawk. How about the rest of you?”

“Danny’s not going anywhere,” added Edith. “He’s in the same boat as Bruce. He wants what I’ve got. He knows all about my past…at least what I can remember.” Everyone chuckled. “I’ve stepped out on him a couple of times in the past and he’s cool with it. I tell him I sometimes get itches he can’t scratch.”

“My guess is Jessica and I will be OK. It’s not common knowledge but we’ve swapped and the guys loved it. We’ve been to a couple of parties where the guys have outnumbered the women pretty good and I ended up getting a lot more that Johnny did. He wasn’t upset at all. What do you think Jess?”

“Yeah, I agree with Linda. Steve’s told me several times if I want to get some extra on occasion he has no problem. Doesn’t want me overdoing it of course, and reserves the same privilege for himself.”

“Shit,” offered Bobbi, “maybe I should go last. Bruce sounds like he’s going to have the worst reaction.”

“No, honey,” Edith countered, “you go first, then the rest of us can come to your defense. I’m sure even Danny and the other guys will be on our side in this? Look, let’s do this. I’ll set up a barbeque for Saturday afternoon, just the four couples. A couple of drinks and you tell Bruce. How does that sound?

On Saturday, the four couples were seated around the big picnic table in Edith and Danny’s back yard. Keeping them company in this time of confessions and frank discussion were three pitchers of beer and two of margaritas.

“Honey, the rehearsals aren’t going as well as expected and I need to tell you about a change Colin has made,” Bobbi began.

What’s that dear?” Bruce asked unaware of the gravity of the revelation that was about to drop on him.

“The simulated blowjob just isn’t working. Colin doesn’t like how it looks to the audience.”

“What’s he going to replace it with?”

“We’re not going to simulate.”

The simple statement slammed into Bruce’s stomach like a Mike Tyson fist in a six-ounce glove. Bruce wasn’t the only one floored by Bobbi’s admission. Mouths on Danny, Steve, and Johnny gaped open.

“You’re what?”

Bruce’s brain had temporarily ceased processing verbal input.

“I’ll actually be sucking Lance’s cock.”

“But you can’t! I won’t allow it.”

“I’m already doing it. In rehearsals. Lance kept getting hard and with his length, my head had to be too far away from him. It looked silly from the audience’s perspective. If I moved closer, the cock would show over my shoulder or stick up above my head. Colin said the only place it could go was in my mouth. Now that we’re rehearsing that way it looks so much more realistic. Colin says even my head and hand movements are more natural now that I’m actually giving the blowjob.”

“Of course they’re more natural!” Bruce exploded. “You’re sucking the guy’s dick! How could they not be natural?!? I really don’t care anyway; you’re not doing it. Danny, Steve, help me out here.”

“I think Bruce is right,” Steve began.

“Steve, honey, I’m doing the same thing,” interjected Jessica. “There’s just no question it’s more realistic. Imagine a Hollywood actor and actress are supposed to be kissing. His head is in the way so you can’t see their lips but their heads are several inches apart. It would look ridiculous and you know it. What, they aren’t supposed to touch lips just so her husband won’t be jealous? It’s part of the performance, that’s all.”

“But this isn’t a kiss…” Bruce offered.

“Of course it’s a kiss,” Bobbi countered. “You’re just upset over what is getting kissed that’s all. Or maybe who is getting what kissed.”

“Stop it Bobbi!” yelled Bruce. “You know I don’t have a prejudiced bone in my body.”

“Then I don’t get it. You didn’t object when I had that kissing scene opposite Mick last year. I told you all about those rehearsals. They were like teenage make out sessions. I even told you they got me hot. I didn’t hear any objections then. In fact, if I recall correctly, you seemed to enjoy the fringe benefits when your wife came home all hot and bothered.”

“But Bobbi,” Danny said, “I think what Bruce means is kissing is quite a bit different from sucking…”

“Danny,” Edith interrupted, “none of us are simulating. It doesn’t look right. You guys all agreed when we started this. You agreed with the nudity; you agreed with the sexual messages. Tickets have been sold. Now we’ve got to deliver. This is the only way.”

Danny let out a long, low whistle. Johnny looked at Linda; she nodded.

“So what is it?” Johnny asked his wife. “You in love with this guy or something?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Linda spat. “He’s got a cock like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Natural curiosity is going to kick in at some point. Yes, it’s exciting. Yes, it feels good, great really, in my pussy and my mouth. And yes, he does make me come. But it’s a brief fling, nothing more.

“How far is this going?” Are you at least stopping before, well, you know,” Steve worried.

“Well, Colin said it wouldn’t be fair to put Lance through all that stimulation and just walk off and leave him frustrated. We kind of owe it to him to get him off at the end,” Jessica told her husband, and everyone else present.

“Owe it to him? What?” Women sure have a different way of looking at life, Steve thought.

“Well, where does the cum go?” Steve asked changing tacks.

“It can’t go all over the stage,” Bobbi offered.

“Or the costumes,” Jessica added.

“So he comes in your mouth. Don’t tell me you swallow,” Bruce said rejoining the conversation.

“What else am I supposed to do?” asked Bobbi.

“We have a line right after that where we thank him for letting us suck him off,” Jessica said backing up Bobbi.

“Can’t he wear a rubber?” Steve asked.

“When does he have time to put on a rubber?” Edith wanted to know.

The worst is over now, Bobbi thought. Their husbands would accept what they were doing in the interests of the theater. Actually, it had been surprisingly easy she thought.

Bobbi had nearly laughed out loud at some of the lamer challenges their husband’s had offered. Like when Steve whined about Lance wearing a rubber. So he’s OK with his wife sucking black dick as long as the guy wears a condom?

Later, in private, Bobbi would tell Bruce the rest of it, as did the other wives with their spouses. Not only was she sucking Lance off, but Mick as well when she rehearsed with him. She even told him she had sucked Colin off a couple of times as he demonstrated what he wanted her to do.

THAT’S NOT THE WORST NEWS

The beginning of the end for tiny Olde Lyme’s experiment into the ribald stage came when the authorities started getting wind of things.

The local police eventually heard that something, well, pornographic might be in the works at the Playhouse. Rumors and small towns are perfectly suited to rapid transmission, and when the whispers are about housewives and sex, even Einstein’s prohibition that nothing travels faster than light appears in danger of being violated.

No sooner had the chief hung up his phone call from a tipster than several of the town’s selectmen were walking into his office. What was he going to do they all wanted to know.

Presently, the chief of police and the first selectman turned up at the Playhouse to ask questions.

The scenes they were curious about didn’t involve mayhem and murder. Those can be accomplished with everyone’s clothes on. In Connecticut it seems nipples and pubic hair more threaten the town’s well-being more than bullet holes and hemoglobin.

Colin managed to temporarily disarm the officials by inviting them to a full dress rehearsal so they could see for themselves that no indecency statutes were being violated. Nothing like offering to show the few what the many need protection from to quell their querulousness and pique their prurience.

It’s amazing but when adults must be protected from themselves, there never seems to be any shortage of volunteer protectors.

The Little Red Hen never had as many willing bread noshers as Olde Lyme had baby sitters for adults.

The entire Board of Selectmen of Olde Lyme and half the police department were there for the dress rehearsal. As usual, the bluest of the blue noses arrived earliest lest they miss something.

Cast and crew were on hand and in costume as everyone waited for Colin and Lance to arrive. The appointed hour came and went. Fifteen minutes. Thirty minutes. Forty-five minutes. Calls to the director’s cell phone went unanswered and unreturned.

Finally, an hour after the promised start, the authorities began to drift away, but it was nearly two full hours before most puritanical harrumphed off.

Bobbi and Jessica volunteered to go to the motel to find the missing director and male lead.

“They’ve checked out,” a bewildered Jessica told the group when she and Bobbi returned.

“That’s not the worst news,” offered Bruce amid cries and groans. “Our bank account has been emptied.”

“All of it?” asked a shocked Jessica. Bruce nodded.

“Even the ticket money?”

“All of it.”

“How many tickets have been sold?” asked Edith.

“Just over a thousand,” answered Jessica almost proudly. Never had the little troupe had even a tenth that many paying customers.

“Twenty-five thousand dollars?” Edith asked incredulously.

“Plus what we already had,” added Jessica. “How much was that, Bruce?”

“Twenty-two thousand, six hund…over twenty thousand,” Bruce corrected himself realizing that now wasn’t the time for two decimal point precision.

“So were out almost fifty thousand dollars?” Jessica asked. Bruce nodded.

TECHNICALLY, I ONLY SUCKED THEIR DICKS

There were two issues facing the little theater company in the aftermath of the scam. First was the degree to which the wives were prepared to debase themselves in public and the ease with which they and their husbands had agreed to it. The individuals involved were going to have to deal with those themselves.

The second was money.

The Olde Lyme Players may not have been wealthy, but they were well off. It took some time and some doing but by digging into their own pockets and placing a small mortgage on the Playhouse, they were able to pay off those ticket holders who requested refunds and place a sizeable chunk of new capital into the theater’s bank account.

The group gathered for a sort of “phoenix rising” rededication party.

Danny had created an eight by three foot blow up of the $15 thousand deposit slip of the new seed money in their theater account. Toasts of expectations and renewal were offered. All were in great cheer once again.

But it wasn’t until the accountant, Bruce finally forgave himself his sins that the heartiest laughter of the evening emerged.

Bruce had felt so guilty about letting the group down. He should have been more careful in protecting their assets. So it was with special good cheer that the group greeted his return from a self imposed exile.

Grabbing the enormous deposit slip in one hand and his whiskey in the other, he thrust both above his head.

“To Colin and Lance. They took our money and fucked our women.”

After the howling died down, there was an awkward moment until Bobbi jibed back.

“Well, technically, I only sucked their dicks.”

“Oh God, David, YES! Fuck me with your tongue!” I’d never heard myself let loose like this before. It was embarrassing until I realized that he loved every word I was saying. All right, I could do this…just let go. It was the best oral sex I’d ever had in my life, maybe he got hot from results like I did. “Yes baby! God, that feels so fucking good…more…eat me up David!” He began groaning and lapping at my juices, and I could tell that he liked my words as much as I had liked his. “Please don’t stop eating my pussy until I cum…I’m so close!”

This is when he switched things up on me, dragging his tongue up to make quick circles around my throbbing clit before he fastened his lips around it and began to suck my clit between his lips. While I started gasping from this intense contact, he slid his thumbs that he’d been using to hold me open down and shoved them both inside my pussy. This sent me through the roof, and I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair before grabbing the back of his head and shoving his face deeper into my pussy.

“OH FUCK! I’m cumming…you’re making me cum so hard! Do you want me to? I’m gonna cum all over your face, do you want it?” I was shaking so hard that I barely felt his head vigorously nodding against me, but the loud groan he gave sent off extra vibrations against my clit. While holding his head, I started grinding my pussy into his face and thumbs, a scream tearing out from my very soul. “You look into my eyes while I cum for you! No one ever ate my pussy so good before, you sexy fucker! OH…GOD…DAVID!” I could feel my pussy clamp down on his thumbs while I convulsed and shook, and he rode it out with me to the very last wave. This man clearly loved his work.

As I laid there nude and shaking, sprawled out on the kitchen table, David stood up between my legs. I saw that his cock had been resurrected by my words, and I felt the biggest rush of satisfaction. He lowered his jeans down around his ass and yanked his shirt over his head. My God, he had an amazing body! His chest and arms were nicely sculpted, and his rigid cock stood at full attention beneath his flat stomach. He grabbed me by the hips and dragged me back to the edge of the table, placing the swollen head of his cock at my entrance.

He looked me deep in the eyes before asking, “Are you ready for this cock now, baby? Do you want me to give it to you?” Oh Fuck, this was so much better than any of my lonely masturbation fantasies! Here was this gorgeous older man, about to gift me with his breathtaking cock.

“Yes! So ready for you,” I gasped.

“Then you better fucking beg me first, Amy. Beg for me to fuck you hard.”

“Please David! Please, I beg you! Put that thick cock in me…shove it inside!” I was almost crying with the need to feel him, my earlier orgasm only whetting my appetite. Oral sex was wonderful, but it only made me want cock that much more. He slowly inserted the tip inside me, just enough to feel the pulsating heat of him, before pulling it away slowly.

“I don’t think you mean it,” he teased, rubbing the head against me again, slowly putting it back inside and circling his hips. Feeling him right there and going no further was making me crazy with lust.

“Now! Give me that cock! Stop fucking teasing me, I can’t handle it. I have to feel you deep inside my pussy RIGHT NOW!” I was shaking and throbbing, never having been made to wait like this before. Usually if I was this hot I just jumped on the guy and took the lead, but I knew that would never be allowed. I had to get him with my words again, they were my only weapon. “Don’t you want to be inside me, David? Don’t you want to feel how wet I am…how tight this pussy is? I can’t wait to drip all over that amazing cock.” That did it.

He grabbed my hips and drove his thick member all the way inside me. We both let out guttural moans at this new contact, stopping for just a second to savor the feeling. “My God.” he gasped, rolling his eyes back in his head, “so tight…so wet…I can feel you squeezing me from the inside, Amy!” He began to thrust long, smooth strokes into my welcoming body, and I knew that it wouldn’t last us long this time, we were both too wound up.

David slid his arms underneath my legs until he had me bent back with my knees in the crook of his elbows and his palms flat on the table on either side of me. This new angle created a delicious friction between us, and I could feel his shaft grinding against my g-spot while his pelvis slammed against my clit. I’m not going to lie. I’ve always loved sex, and I’ve certainly always loved cock, but this was the most intense fucking I’d ever had in my life.

“Squeeze your tits for me baby,” he moaned out from above me. I leaned up on my elbows again and grabbed my tits firmly, pinching the nipples until they stuck out hard. “Good girl, good girl Amy,” he rasped out between thrusts. “Now hold them up for me baby, I want to suck on those juicy tits while I fuck you.” I held my breasts up towards his mouth as I felt him piston his hips into me harder.

When I felt his mouth clamp down and feast on first my right nipple, then my left, my body answered by clamping down on his cock as I began to milk him for all that he was worth. My orgasm ripped through my body like lightning, starting in my pussy and shooting down to my toes and up to my brain in violent, spasming waves.

“David…Oh God…I’m cumming all over your hard cock! Do you feel me gripping you? Can you feel me dripping all over you? You feel so fucking good!” He started slamming into me harder still, groaning loudly. “Am I tight enough? Am I wet enough? Won’t you cum for me?”

I leaned up and grabbed his head to bring him in for a smoldering kiss, and as soon as he broke for air he came away shouting. “Yes…Oh fuck! So tight…so wet. You’re milking me dry…coaxing my cum so good, baby. Gonna cum for you…so hard…give you every last drop!” He reached up and grabbed onto my shoulders and began pummeling me fiercely with his cock, until I heard him cry out and felt the hot spurts of his thick and creamy fluid flooding my pussy. Feeling his release deep inside me triggered another instant orgasm, and it was a few moments before we could do anything but throb and shake.

When we had collected ourselves enough to move, David sat back into the chair and pulled me into his lap. I sat there with my head against his shoulder for a few minutes, kissing him lightly here and there, wondering what he would say to me now. Had I blown my only chance at a fresh start? Would he not want me around anymore due to awkwardness? I felt him kiss the top of my head and pull back to look at me, so I looked up at him, waiting to hear my fate.

“You are sensational. I can’t believe my luck at having you here. You’re like a diamond in the rough, and I can’t wait to polish you up and teach you how to shine!” Just like that, my fate was sealed. He had absolutely no desire to send me packing out of awkwardness, and I had no desire to be taken away from the best lay I’d ever had. I wanted him to teach me…to show me things I’d only dreamt about up until now…then show me things I’d never heard of.

“Let’s take this party upstairs, Amy. I have a shower right off my bedroom. We can get cleaned up while I soap up those beautiful tits. Anything else you feel like doing tonight?” Oh my God, where do I start? There were so many things I had felt deprived of, but I didn’t want to scare him off. “Come on baby, open up for me. You’ll enjoy it so much more. Don’t be ashamed…I live for this stuff.”

“Well…I was wondering…in the shower? Could I go down on you again?” I nibbled my lip in embarrassment.

“That’s it? Of course! Why so worried?” He looked amused, smiling at my simplicity.

“Well…while I’m down there…could I…could I try…licking your ass? Maybe use my fingers?” I saw the smug look on his face vanish, replaced by a look of astonishment.

“Seriously? You’ve never done that? And you want to?” He was so shocked, I was about to discover, because this was one of his favorite things to have done and I’d seemed to hone right in on it. He had an ass fixation, fully believing that so much more pleasure could be experienced if the couple was open minded and tried everything, and it would heighten both partners’ pleasure that much more.

“Well, I’d always heard it can make everything more intense, but my husband had too many hang ups to let me experiment.” He smiled at me and scooped me up into his arms to show me how eager he was to comply with my wishes.

Halfway up the stairs I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Maybe then when we’re done, you could fuck my tight virgin ass. Would that be alright?” I finished off my question by sucking his earlobe between my lips and nibbling lightly. The loud groan in return told me I was pleasing my new employer greatly.

“My God,” he gasped while running faster up the stairs, trying to ignore the instant hardness my words had caused. “I think I’ve created a monster! What the hell did I do right to deserve meeting you?”

“You just needed a new nanny,” I answered. We both laughed like idiots as he raced towards the shower, and a future living together that we were just beginning to contemplate.

“I love you Mr. Brown,” she kissed my chest.

I almost fell over, “No honey you don’t, what we are going to do when we get together is just fun, it’s fucking and I don’t want you to be confused. I’m too old for anything to really work. I love you too Ashley, and will be there for you in any way I can but I want you to know that the age difference is too much for anyone else to know about ok honey? It would be too complicated.”

She now looked hurt and confused, like a lost puppy.

“Oh honey I do love you so much, but I know you will meet someone your own age someday, fall in love and be in an easier situation.” I caressed her cheek as I spoke softly into her ear.

“Ok but I still love you anyway,” she finally looked understanding of the situation so I kissed her deeply.

Breaking the kiss I lead her to the center of the bedroom and lowered her to her knees. Stepping back I realized how comfortable we had gotten being naked together, we had real sexual chemistry and my cock was always rock hard thanks to this girl.

I reached down and picked up a small, toy leash and chain. A black collar with purple trim, the chain a shiny silver. I dangled it in front of Ashley who was now kneeling with her hands in her lap and watched her get nervous again, her eyes going big with excitement.

“You are so sexy when you get nervous angel,” getting down on one knee I slipped the toy leash on and pulled it snug. “This is just for me to have a little fun ok? I want to make sure you suck cock well,” grinning big as I stood back up.

Ashley was very still, just nodding. I stood there and took in the sight of her kneeling, wearing her little collar and chain. She started cracking a smile. I playfully flicked the chain around and her smile turned into a big grin as I sat in a big armchair in the corner of the room. Now totally nude I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs wide.

“What are you gonna do?” Her innocence was much more real than I ever imagined.

“You’re going to be my play toy for now princess,” I slowly tugged on the leash forcing her to crawl slowly towards me. Wrapping it around my hand forcing her closer, my cock twitched in anticipation and was met with a giggle from my new suck toy.

“You bad girl you,” giving her a quick, little tug and drawing another big grin from her. With the chain running under my thigh and wrapped around my hand I slowly pulled her mouth to my balls, her soft lips touching. I leaned forward and gave her thick ass a few well placed smacks, which got a rouse out of her, before leaning back and taking in the beautiful sight.

“Ok now use your mouth on my balls,” my other hand running through her hair.

I was quick to moan as she began mouthing my balls. Licking and taking them into her mouth as the leash kept her right there. “Ohhhhh wonderful, yes really suck on them,” my body jerked in pleasure as she obeyed. Her slurping getting louder and louder as I felt saliva run all over and down my balls. “Ok lower now sweetheart, don’t be shy,” pushing her head down with my free hand and pulling her down from the bottom with the leash. The feeling indescribable as she began to passionately lick under my balls. Her mouth working wonders down on me.

I let her stay down there for a few minutes, giving her mouth a good workout, my cock rock hard. Watching and being sure to smile approvingly down at her when her eyes appeared over my balls, giving her a wink. Her smacking lips and moaning getting me so close. Watching her ass sway in the air as I click the chain from her leash. Her head comes popping up, in only her collar now.

“Oh honey you are wonderful,” quickly leaning forward and kissing her forehead before leaning right back again in my relaxed position. Laughing at the saliva all over her chin and stringing down to my balls. “Ok you earned for me to let you go, I’m letting you free to suck my cock, do your best sweetie.” Letting my hands fall to the sides.

Watching her close as she takes my cock, sucking the head with enthusiasm, “Like this?” Her eyes glance up at me while she mumbles her words with my cock in her mouth.

“First, Don’t talk with your mouth full.” I waved my finger at her pretending to scold her. “Don’t look up at me honey, just listen. Tilt your head forward and hold the base, now slowly try and get it all the way in, yes bob your head, mmmmm perfect baby, now let your throat relax angel.”

She was learning quickly, and I was in heaven. Watching this girl bobbing her head on my cock was getting me close to cumming and fast. I pulled her hair back and watched the show. “You’re a pro now Ashley, you little cock sucker. Now play with yourself, I know you get off on being such a bad girl.” The more I teased her and talked dirty the more she moaned and sucked. “Yeah that’s it, your lips were made for sucking cock weren’t they?” She responded with an approving moan.

Her other hand disappeared below while sucking sounds filled the room. I finally shut up, my cock throbbing harder than I could ever remember. I decided to stop her at once. I grasped her head firmly in place stopping her from bobbing her head.

“Ok baby now just suck, just suck, I want you to keep trying to swallow until I say”, she obeyed and sucked with a passion that had me cumming in seconds.

I started shooting load after load in her mouth, “Ohhhhhh fuck yes bitch, take that cum.” I could feel her drink the cum straight from my cock as her body shook from her own pleasure.

The blood rushed to my head, letting go of her head my arms fell back and I sat slumped in the chair grinning from ear to ear for what seemed like hours. My mind went blank in total pleasure while this nympho continued to suck my limp cock until I finally opened my eyes and remembered to tell her to stop. Caressing her head as she lays it on my thigh. “I love you Ashley,” was all I could get out for the moment. Now I could care less about anything else.

We stared into one another’s eyes for what seemed like forever until I jumped to the sound of a phone ringing next to the chair I was sitting in.

I answered it, “Yes, oh yes Judy, Ashley is right here, of course you can,” I put the phone up to Ashley.

Ashley never broke her eyes from me while she spoke, “Yes mom it did take a while but Mr.Brown is a real busy man and very nice too, yes mom, I’m sorry ill be right home, love ya.”

I hung the phone up, “thank you Ashley that was the best I have ever gotten, but this was just part one. If you come over tomorrow I promise to show you something you will love in part two, something much more for you than today. Today was simply to train you to obey. What do you say?”

Nodding, Ashley began to stand up as did I. “You should call and ask me to baby-sit again,” a smile meeting mine for a kiss.

“I’ll have you blushing tomorrow I promise,” as I grabbed Ashley’s bikini. Helping her step into it, tying her top up and watching her wash up in the mirror while I adjusted her bikini. Never seeming to be able to get enough of touching her.

As we came to the door I stopped her and handed her $1000.

“No I don’t know about that much money”, her eyes were nothing but pure.

“Honey that kind of attitude is why I want to give it, it’s just for your other help today. Remember that it’s not for any of the secret things we did,” knowing full well my guilt was most of the reason for such an amount.

Slipping the money in the front of her bikini playfully and giving her a soft slap on the ass, we both laughed and embraced once more.

“Tomorrow angel?” My eyes widened in anticipation of a response.

“Yes, tomorrow,” as she turned and began to cross my yard towards her home. Admiring the same gorgeous ass I had admired a few hours earlier.

A sunny day was just what I needed.

“To be continued…”

A few minutes later we were lying in each other’s arms enjoying the moment. My free hand continued to stroke her side and her breast as I would kiss her forehead and then her cheek.

Mandy became my lover although we agreed that we both had to keep our eyes open for someone more our own age. Mandy is every older guy’s dream, pretty, young, willing. But I also found that she was remarkably mature for her young age. I thought she was even more mature than my middle daughter who was three years older than her.

Slowly, Jillian became reoriented to time and place. Being held in his arms in the after math of an incredible orgasm was bliss. He felt her arms slip around his waste as she raised her face to his. She smiled sweetly, her face flushed, her eyes danced. David kissed her once again. Their kiss was soft and gentle, at first, then, Jillian slipped her hand to David’s shaft. She explored it with her fingers and the palm of her hand without rhythm, seemingly without a plan. Her hand found his balls, soft to the touch, yet damp with the sweat of desire. David moaned at her touch.

“It is your turn to lie down, David, ” Jillian said in a husky voice.

Her eyes glinted with mirth and something else. David nodded, slowly. Jillian unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. She rose to allow him room to make his way fully into the chaise lounge and admired his firm body, lying in the dim light of dusk.

Jillian leaned forward and kissed David, her breasts flush against his chest. She left a trail of light kisses along his jaw line and neck. Her mouth moved to his chest, lapping the sweat from the salt and pepper tendrils of hair, dancing over an erect nipple. She grasped his cock firmly and began stroking. Her mouth found one nipple and then the other. Her journey continued, a voyage of kisses across his abdomen. While her tongue darted in and out of his navel, her breasts brushed against his rigid cock. She moved her mouth over his pelvis to his groin. She kissed him with an open mouth, moving around his shaft.

David could feel her hair moving against his cock and hips. She continued pumping and listening to his groans. His musky male scent pervaded her nostrils as her mouth found his sac. Initially, she kissed him. Her mouth open, she gently pulled tufts of flesh in her mouth as her face moved over his balls. She began lapping at them with her tongue, and lifted the sac with one hand as she lunged her face to the base of his balls. Her tongue darted out and pressed hard against the spot that she knew would bring pleasure. She moved her mouth against it and attempted to suck on it as her tongue continued to move over it.

David pressed his body against her face, moaning her name, over and again, the muscles in his abdomen, legs and groin becoming taut with tension. Jillian could feel her own arousal, the tingling of her pussy and the moisture dripping along her thigh as she continued to pleasure David. Jillian move her mouth over the sac, once again. This time, upon feeling the hard sphere of his testicle, she took it in her mouth, eagerly tasting, tugging with her lips and licking. She moved to the second testicle and did the same.

“Oh, God, Jillian, ” David groaned.

Jillian’s head moved slightly, allowing her tongue to press against the base of his cock. Slowly, she fluttered her tongue over the underside of his shaft from base to tip. Her tongue darted to his helmet and swept the pre cum that glistened, waiting for her. She paused a moment to savor the taste.

She looked up at David, her eyes intense with passion, his overcome by sensation. Their gaze locked as Jillian lowered her mouth onto to David’s shaft. She applied pressure with her mouth, sucking hard as she took his length in her mouth and slowly withdrawing. Again, she took him in her mouth, her hand caressing his sac, and again, she took his throbbing cock in her mouth. This time, she paused, her mouth full, her tongue swirling over and around his cock. She withdrew.

His hand found her head and pressed her gently down. Understanding the cue, she began fucking him with her mouth, taking him in and releasing, savoring the taste and aroma of him. Her hips shuddered slightly with arousal as she continued. David watched her head bobbing at his waist and shuddered with pleasure, pleasure that was all consuming. Jillian reached between her own legs and began stroking her clit as her mouth worked David’s manhood. She moaned around him, her hips taking on the rhythm of her mouth. David could feel his balls tighten and his cock threatening to explode.

David put both his hands to her head and said, “Stop, please. This isn’t how I want to cum for you.” Jillian released his cock and smiled coyly.

She lifted herself to her knees, her fingers still working her pussy. Her silhouette in the dusky sky made David gasp. Carefully, she placed a knee at each side of his waist, his throbbing erection brushing against her fleshy thighs. Her hand found his cock. She separated her labia with the tip of his member and rubbed it the length of her pussy. She moaned with delight as it crossed over her clit. She slid his cock to her opening and gently guided him inside her. She settled her weight upon him until his shaft was fully encased by her warmth. She flexed the muscles of her vaginal walls against him and he moaned. Her own actions caused her to tremble.

The playing was nearly over, she needed raw fucking. Slowly, she lifted herself from him and pressed herself onto him. She began rocking against him, taking his cock inside her and releasing it. Her breasts swaying with the motion while his hips moved against her. Her clit was responding to the friction of his pelvis against it and she moaned louder. She lifted her hips from him and began fucking him. Her back was arched as she repeatedly impaled herself upon his hardness.

David took her breasts in his hands and began squeezing them erratically. His need outweighed any sense of finesse. He needed her flesh, needed her body, needed her climax. Jillian’s hips slammed against David as she felt the impending climax approach. Her head lolled on her shoulders as if she were dancing a forbidden dance.

“Oh, God! “Oh, David!” she exclaimed over and over. Her pussy began tightening around his shaft and his hips rose against her with each plunge.

David’s hands slipped to her waist and guided her body as she fucked him wantonly. He felt the pressure building from deep within, the threat of explosion. His cock pulsed with urgency and his entire body was becoming tense.

“Jillian, now! Cum with me, now!” Immediately, Jillian’s body thrashed atop David’s as she spilled her fresh sweetness upon his cock and hips. Her body responded to wave after wave of her climax. David made a several thrusts deep inside her as he exploded, leaving his seed inside her, allowing her body to milk his, steal his energy, accept his passion for her own. His shouts penetrated her consciousness, her body exploding once more, with him.

“Oh, David!” she shouted as her body burst forth upon him, one final time. Jillian knelt for a moment, her limbs shaking as she swept her hair back from her face.

Slowly, she leaned forward laying her head against David’s chest. She listened to the pounding of his heart as he caressed her back and kissed the top of her head. They lay there for several minutes, she with her eyes closed, enjoying the closeness, he watching the sun fully set and thinking what a wonderful day this had become.

The sounds of her muffled screaming and of Max’s cock being slurped on filled the room. Max just about couldn’t take anymore and he shoved two fingers into Velma’s ass an two into her cunt and started wiggling them for all he was worth inside her, rolling them, clenching them, spreading them, pulling them out and slamming them back in. It was a contest between the two of them to see who could get whom to cum first. Velma lost. Among her constant orgasm, she finally squirted her juice all over Max’s face. He kept fucking her with his hand until she stopped cumming and she pulled herself off him.

Max sat up and she dove between his legs, sucking on his head for all she was worth, while looking him straight in the eyes. Her light feathery tongue drove him over the edge in seconds. Velma sensed the cum was close and pulled his cock out of her mouth and started slowly jerking it, licking his piss slit with just the tip of her tongue. Max started to spurt his cum and the first rope went almost completely over her head except for her hair. The second string went across the lens of her glasses and went from her chin to her hairline. The third crossed over that lens and shot up into her hair. The fourth covered her left lens in a thick glob, and the fifth strong surge shot another line from her mouth over her nose, over her right lens and into her hair.

“Aw, is that all you’ve got? Isn’t there any more in there?” Velma asked and started sucking the rest of the cum out of his dick. She let it go after a few sucks with a loud, juicy pop.

“I guess we should go get cleaned up,” Max said as Velma stood up. She reached up to her chin and smeared a finger full of cum into her mouth.

“Why? We’re not done getting dirty,” she said devilishly and turned around. Max’s cock hadn’t started softening yet and she wanted it to stay hard. She put one leg on either side of his and sat down. She reached between her legs, rubbed his head along her slit and put it to her puckered ass.

“Thanks for warming this up for me,” she said and sat down, taking all 9 of his inches up her ass. The slowness with which she sat was enough to make Max want to cum again. Her ass was as hot as her pussy and definitely tighter. She started riding his cock slowly, lifting her ass just a couple of inches off his lap, but grinding on it the whole time. Max could feel her contracting her sphincter around his cock and was glad he’d cum once already; he could stay hard for hours now if he needed to.

“Holy shit your ass is tight,” Max moaned out as he melted against the back of the couch. Velma giggled and squirmed a bit more for him. The feel of her ass squeezing his cock was incredible.

“Why thank you Maxy,” Velma said giggling again. She leaned forward and grabbed the photo album again. A shiver ran down Max’s spine from her movement. Velma squeezed his burning dick with her ass again as she continuously rode it with small strokes and soft circles. “Look here Max. This is what really happened with me and your folks.”

Max leaned forward, pressing his muscled chest against her back. His hands moved up to her thighs and to her boiling cunt. His left hand found and began a slow sensuous torture of her clit. He sunk three of his fingers from his right hand in her dripping box and slowly worked them in and out, crossing and uncrossing them as he softly found her g-spot.

“Oh god Max, don’t stop!” she cried as she enjoyed the feelings of Max’s hands. Velma threw her head back and she came again, biting her lip to keep from screaming too loudly. It came out as a muffled moan and her pussy flooded Max’s hands with her juice. Max ran his right hand up her stomach, flicked her right nipple and put two of his fingers in her mouth. She greedily sucked all of her juices off his hand and his fingers were treated to the same tonguing as his cock was only moments before. She cleaned his fingers off, her body still twitching from her orgasm and put his hand on her breast. She reached down and pulled his other hand off her clit and licked it clean, putting it on her left breast. “Play with these Max, you’re distracting me too much,” Velma giggled again. Max laughed and looked over her rising and falling shoulder at the picture album.

“Theeeese,” Velma moaned, “are pictures from our cases.” Velma had a small climax as Max slowly caressed her breasts, flicking her turgid nipples lightly during the massage. She squirmed a little in his lap, throwing her rhythm off. She bobbed on his cock for a moment, enjoying his hands on her, her head thrown back, resting on his shoulder. Max leaned in and gave her ear a suck. “Oh god Max, you be good, I’m trying to show you something here,” she breathed out heavily.

“What if I keep doing this?” Max asked, darting his tongue against her neck and ear in between words. She moaned loudly and Max could feel her shiver and her sphincter contract even tighter. He was getting closer and closer to cumming in her ass, much to his surprise.

“If yooooooooooh keep doing that,” Velma breathed huskily, “I’ll tell your girlfriend you’re fucking her mom.” Velma shuddered again and Max’s hands stopped the working over that they were giving Velma’s tits. They started slowly, softly massaging the flesh instead of kneading it. Velma let a long, low moan of approval and sat up, going back to slowly fucking her ass with the 9-inch rod crammed up inside it. “Now then, about these pictures,” Velma said, her voice still heavy with lust but otherwise controlled.

“These are the cases you solved?” Max asked, his voice struggling to maintain clarity. He was trying so hard to not cum in her ass; he didn’t want the exquisite feeling to end.

“These news paper clippings here, Max, are the cases,” Velma cooed and flipped through a few of the pages in the scrapbook. “The rest of these are…” she started and was interrupted by the ringing phone. She started to stand and Max pulled her back down against his cock, her body slapping down against his thighs as she landed. They both let out a long slow moan of pleasure.

“Don’t answer it,” Max said into her ear, his hot breath tickling the flesh of her neck. She moaned softly as the phone rang again. Max started moving his hips, softly sawing his dick in and out of her ass.

“I have toooooooo,” she moaned. “It might be Jesssssss…..Ohhhh Yess!” Velma hissed as she came, her juices running down her crack, getting Max’s balls even wetter. He could feel her cum dripping off his sack and pooling between his thighs on the couch. He quickly moved his hands down to her slit and gave it a quick tickle as she stood up. Max’s cock popped out of her ass and bounced in his lap for a moment as Velma walked on unstable legs to the phone and answered it.

“Hello?” she asked, still out of breath. Max got up and walked over to her with a wicked look on his face.

“Who is it?” he asked quietly. Velma’s eyes got big and she shook her head at Max. He could see the panic on her face, but he could still read the smoldering lust in his eyes.

“No Daph,” she said looking at Max as she identified the caller as his mother, “I haven’t heard from the kids yet, they must be all right.” Max got a really evil look on his face and whispered in Velma’s open ear.

“You wouldn’t want my mom to know you’re fucking her son, would you?” Max asked as his fingers started stroking her slit. He started softly kissing Velma’s neck and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

“No,” she said breathlessly into the phone. “I haven’t heard from Jess yet either,” she said, breathing in sharply. “Yeah, I’m okay,” Velma said after a short pause. “I just had to run to catch the phone is all.” She was trying so hard to keep from falling as Max softly tickled her lips with his fingertips. His other hand wasn’t idle either and he went back to working her left breast over. Velma clenched her fist trying to maintain composure.

“Oh shit, you’re kidding?” Velma asked with a worried tone. Max slowly bent her over the end table the phone was sitting on. “That was tooooooh,” Velma said as Max slid his cock up her hot dripping hole. Velma tried to cover quickly by coughing, her walls clenching hard around Max’s imbedded cock. He almost came then and there and had to stifle a moan of his own. “That was tonight?” Velma repeated after her “cough.” Max started making slow, long strokes in and out of her pussy, twitching his cock when the head was at her g-spot.

“Oh god,” Velma started to moan but covered quickly. “Oh wow, I forgot that was tonight,” she said headily and had to put the phone to the side as she moaned through her bit lip, her head hanging limply forward and her back arched.

Max and Velma could both hear Daphne’s voice shouting through the speaker.

“Yes, Daph,” Velma said, squeezing Max’s cock with her pussy. Max’s hands went to her hips, his right holding her still and his left snaking around to torture her clit. She bit through another moan and Max felt her pussy starting to convulse. “Yes, yes, yes,” Velma said into the phone. “I’ll be cumming shortly,” Velma said and hung the phone up. Velma’s twitching twat had put Max close to cumming and he rammed his entire length into her as she hung up the phone.

“Oh my GOD! Maxy!” Velma screamed as he lifted her off the ground with his thrust. Her pussy started spraying cum on the end table. Max’s balls were dripping with her juice and he started cumming while buried deep in her cunt.

“Oh fuck yes!” Max moaned and set Velma back down, leaving himself buried in her, enjoying the feeling of her twitching pussy. He could feel the final shots of hot cum boil out of his cock and she started to pull away. Max let her go and turned to collapse on the couch.

“Oh my God, Max. I sure hope you fuck Jess like that. If you saved all that just for me, I’d be disappointed for the girl,” Velma said, turning around and sitting on the end table. The mixture of their cum rolled lazily out of her pussy and pooled on the varnished finish.

“Oh she gets that and more,” Max said. His eyes were closed and he was trying to calm his heart down. Velma put her finger in her pussy and collected a finger full of cum. She sucked it seductively into her mouth and Max could tell her tongue was working it like it had his cock. Velma moaned and started playing with her tits.

“Oh good for you, Max,” she said, her finger popping out of her mouth. “I have got to go, though. I promised your folks I’d meet them tonight and I forgot all about it,” she said and stood up. Max watched as the cum rolled out of her pussy, joining the mess on her already cum-slick thighs.

“You’d better get cleaned up then,” Max laughed. He opened his eyes and looked at her trimmed bush, wide-open pussy, and cum drenched thighs. He licked his lips involuntarily. He could see Velma shudder as his tongue snaked out.

“Ohhhh, I’d better get going or I’ll end up fucking you all night and then I’ll never hear the end of it,” Velma said, tearing herself away from the naked 18 year old on her couch. Max laughed again. “Shit, I don’t even have time for a shower, I suppose I’ll have to mop up with a wash rag,” she said and started tromping up the stairs to the kitchen. Max stood up slowly and grabbed the glasses, drinking the last of his gin and tonic. He followed her up the stairs. Velma was in the kitchen when Max ambled up the steps. She had one foot on the kitchen counter and the wet dishrag wiping the cum off her legs. She shivered noticeably every time the course rag touched her still tingling sex. She threw the dishrag down and looked at Max, her hands on her hips.

“Now Maxwell Jones, we will continue this later. Jess is gone for the entire weekend,” she said with a deliciously evil grin. Max’s face slowly twisted into the same grin.

“Oh hell yes, we will,” he said. Velma tromped upstairs to her room and Max stayed in the kitchen. She wasn’t up there for more than two minutes and she came back down. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose orange sweater.

“Now Velma, is that anyway to go out?” Max asked stepping over to the base of the stairs where she was putting on her coat. She looked at him devilishly.

“Why Maxwell, whatever do you mean?” she asked demurely. Max’s hand shot out to her crotch and he rubbed the seam into her pussy. His other hand moved up to her stiffening nipples and pinched both of them.

“Tsk tsk tsk. No bra, no panties…just where are you going?” Max asked, moving in and nuzzling her neck. She giggled and whirled away.

“None of your business. But if you’re a good boy and come back tomorrow, I might just tell you what I did when I got there,” Velma said flirtingly as she opened the door. Max couldn’t help but notice the evil twinkle in her eye. Before he could respond she was out the door and it was shut.

“Now what would you be doing with my parents?” Max thought out loud, his dick getting hard again with the thoughts that were racing through his mind. “I wonder what else is in the photo album,” Max thought out loud again and started walking through the kitchen, his hand going to his already stiff prick.

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