coffee bean, TEA, OR leash ?

Bobby and Carl were old college sidekick. They lived in the same dormitory for three years and they partied together, played intramural sports together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a year ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the Saame clock time. Once they graduated they worked multiple line for a few month to save money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United province for almost six calendar month. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were opposites in many ways. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a Caranx crysos and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, heavyset and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into medicine and the arts and liked to camp down and hike ; Carl liked to work on automobile, go hunting and sportfishing and stay at the Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic article of clothing producer and played medicine on the side ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished underground jitney. But they were good friends, shared the same signified of humor, and made it a point to get together every few months for a night out.

This story begins on one of those night. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 year old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to foregather at one of their old stamping ground, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine permission, but sold no intemperately liquor. It was known for cheap pitchers, live music and a high brink for craziness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about xlv minutes away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two feeding bottle of beer and a pitcher of snow, and then found a modest mesa off to the slope and took seating area. The beers were mostly for show. The mound of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was idle for a Fri, which made good sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most bookman had gone home for the holiday. Only two other tables were occupied in plus to a handful of regulars at the bar. There was a trio setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of Coke, Bobby went over to the dance band to usher in himself, as musicians are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any reciprocal melodious friends.

Carl filled one of the tumbler the beertender had given them with Coke from the pitcherful, then cradling the pitcher in his lap, emptied a third base of the rum into it. Meanwhile Bobby talked to the guitarist and admired his instruments. As it turned out, they didn't have any common friend but they dug a lot of the same hooey. It was a blues-rock set, and Bobby had grown up on that.

Bobby sat back down at the table with Carl and they commenced to shooting the turd, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff they talked about when they got together : jobs, play, women and college. Finally, after about twenty minute the striation kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could discover that the band was really pissed and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was undecomposed he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a sluggish night at The Vous. Only a few more people had come into the piazza after Carl and Bobby. There was a board of four, two dyad seated in a booth on the far face, and two girls at a deuce not far from their own table.

Carl nudged Bobby when he noticed the two ladies and tilted his heading in their direction."Hey Buddy, check it out,"he said."Hard left rudder, we got two hot ones."

The girl were mulct looking and were sharing a carafe of vino. One was blonde, with shoulder-length crisp curls, and looked to be in her early 20. The other was a few year older but looked just as delicious, with the Sami frizzy hair, only she was brunette. Both were svelte and aphrodisiacal in tight denim, Blondie with a snug red perspirer and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked soundly enough to eat, and somewhat out of plaza at this dump.

"They must be baby,"Bobby said.

"sis ? Really ?"

"Yeah, looking at at their center. They have the same oculus. Same sass too."

Carl tried to bet without staring."Well, I don't care if they're sister, or first cousin or hookers, they are fucking hot ! We need More ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a better look at the chicks.

Bobby was applauding a guitar solo when Carl came back with a bowl of ice and some lime wedges.

"I ordered them a beverage,"Carl said as he sat down. The Vous was not known for dependable wait staff.

"You did ?"

"Yep. Bartender's going to send them over in a few bit when they're set up for refills."

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their glasses over sweet ice."drinkable up !"

Carl dumped the repose of the ice into the pitcher and poured in another healthy dose of rum. The refreshments were going down well-to-do and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his feet and rapping his thumb on the table. The rhythm section was a meaty, steady pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blue biff with his bow and his fingers.

"This band is good,"Bobby said when the melodic phrase ended.

"Hey, looking,"Carl said, nodding toward the young woman.

The bartender was delivering the new decanter of wine-colored. They watched as he explained who'd sent the swallow and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smile raised their glasses in thanks. The band kicked into a tedious blues and the precede guitar moaned.

Over the remainder of the set they would glance over at the daughter and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one point the brunette got up and went to the ladies elbow room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped tooshie until she disappeared down the hall to the comfort station. Then they glanced at the blond, who was smiling and shaking her head.

"Caught you !"she lipped, pointing at them.

Bobby and Carl blushed, shrugged and laughed. Then they raised their drink and clinked their glasses.

"That's worth a toast !"Bobby said, loudly enough for all to hear.

Just as the stripe went on a shift, the brunet returned from the toilet facility and they were watching her. They were surprised when she made a beeline for their table.

"Hey cat, thanks again for the drinks. We wanted to return the gesture but what are you drinking ? I see two hollow beer bottle, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her voice was low and breathy.

"Coke,"Bobby said.

"Coke ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two young guys have as much fun as you're having drinking C ?"

They looked at each other and laughed. Carl opened his crown and showed her the bottleful."Rum and Coke,"he said softly."Want one ?"

She threw her head back and laughed."Beautiful !"she said."Two beers and a pitcher of Coke coming up."She strutted off to the bar.

Bobby looked at the blond. She had a smile on her face.

"Hey, do you take care if we move over there,"he said, pointing at the table next to theirs.

"It would be proficient than hollering halfway across the room,"Blondie said.

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their ice and pitcher. Soon brunet returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of snow and some plastic cups.

"Why don't we push these tables together,"she said as she placed the tray on the table."It will be easygoing to talk that way."So they did. Without asking Bobby poured their confection into two cup for the girls.

foundation were made. The brunette was named Summer and the blonde was named Bree.

"Those are worry names,"Bobby said."Different. Unique."

"We're interesting women,"Summer said with a wink.

"No statement there,"Bobby said."Were you born in the summer ? Is Summer a byname ?"

"No, it's my real name. My mother is a holdover hippy."

"Ah, I see. And Bree…,"he said, turning to her."Is that like the cheeseflower ?"

"No, it's short for air. My mom is a hangover hippy too."

"right hand,"Carl chimed in."Because you're Sister, right ?"

Summer and Bree looked at each other, smiling, and sipped their wine.

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the Lapplander oculus and the same mouthpiece and I bet you get that a lot…"

"I'm her mother,"Summer said, cutting him off.

Carl and Bobby were both caught off guard. They sat back in their chairs, taking it in.

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."summertime, you look like her big babe, maybe three or four geezerhood older !"

"Well,"she chuckled,"I had her at a Brigham Young age, but not that untested !"

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The bozo had inadvertently made summertime's night, and they could tell that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to learn about each other. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car stumble and business and their occasional Nox out. summertime lived alone in a small mansion three blocks from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was twenty-one and was visiting for the long weekend. She lived in New House of York City where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to make it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners several times. Bobby sat in with the band on a span tunes and slow-danced with Bree and summertime. He loved the feel and smell of both, and the touch of their tits against his dresser, and was pretty trusted it was no accident when their knee joint found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the smile they shared, and the open conversation they had over various minute made this a special night. But as is often the showcase when there are two guys and two girls, it can be awkward not knowing the next best footmark. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the Nox wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the third set, Bree and summertime went to the public convenience together. This is it, Bobby thought.

"So, who gets the old peeress ?"Carl said after they left.

"Hey, she doesn't look old to me,"Bobby said,"She looks just about right."

"How old do you think she is ?"

"I don't know. She said she had Bree when she was young. Bree's twenty-one. What, maybe thirty-nine or forty ?"

"She looks damn good for thirty-nine or forty."

"Shit, she looks good for twenty-nine or 30 !"Bobby said.

-- --

In the toilet facility Bree and Summer were having a interchangeable conversation.

"So, do you need to read them family ?"Bree asked."They seem like nice guys."

"Yeah, they are. Don't seem like axe murderers at all, do they ?"

"Mom, are you fix for this ?"

"I think so."

"What about that guy you were seeing ? Mel, was it ?"

"On and off. Mostly off."

"I thought he was kind of a fuddy-duddy."

"I know."

"So who gets Bobby ?"Bree asked."I can tell you like him."

summer sighed."Yeah, well, he's cute. You like him, that's obvious."

"Sure, what's not to care ? But Carl's not bad. Not as good-looking, but a courteous guy."

"right hand. You take Bobby. You're visiting, you take him."

"No, you sure ? Want to flip for it ?"

"No. I don't have a coin anyway."

"Neither do I."

-- --

The guys had just paid the tab when the girls got back to the table and it was instantly clear how they would be paired.

"Do you want to come back to the theatre ?"Summer said directly to Carl.

"Come on over, it's not far,"Bree said, sidling up to Bobby."The night is still young."

talk about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their cars parked where they were and the four of them started walking. Summer and Carl walked about fifteen substructure ahead of Bree and Bobby so each distich had a bit of seclusion as they made their way to the house.

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's hired hand and a few stride later pointed to a whitened cottage with Brown trim, with a porchlight illuminating a tenacious narrow porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're home,"Bree said."That's Mom's mansion there."

"Very nice,"Bobby said. He didn't know what else to say.

They watched Summer and Carl climb the three stair onto the porch and saw her mom fumble with her headstone and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his innocent deal behind her headspring and pulled her face to his. Their mouths had barely met for a moment before their lips parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's sleeve went around him, one hand on his backbone and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard summertime and Carl entering the house and the storm doorway closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

"Get a room !"Carl called, and laughed loudly before turning off the Light.

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

"It's nice to get the 1st kiss out of the way,"Bree said."No awkwardness."

"The first of many,"Bobby said, and he kissed her again, not as long this time.

"Let's go in. Before Mom puts out an APB."

They entered the house. Carl and Summer were in the kitchen, still dancing around each other a short bit. She was at the stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"summertime called.

Bree looked in Bobby's middle, held his hand and whispered,"Do you want tea…or me ?"

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the hall. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the door opposite."Wait for me in here, I'll be veracious back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

"Mom, I think we'll laissez passer on the tea,"she said.

"Oh, okay, I understand,"Summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? orange juice, an energy drink, a Vitamin B guesswork ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

"All rightfield. Try to keep it down in there,"she said."We have neighbors."Carl and Summer laughed.

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's puerility sleeping room and fiddling had changed. There were plaque on the wall for gymnastics and dance, and photos of her in action. One framed photo on the dresser caught his interest and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on level, under the visible light, dancing on the petite gratuity of her toes with her hands high school above her head, her aphrodisiac bod dressed in a white frilly tutu, white leg covering and skimpy ballet slippers.

"Do you like that moving-picture show ?"Bree asked as she closed the bedroom door behind her.

"Oh, uh yes,"Bobby said."It's amazing. It's beautiful."

"That's ‘ The nutcracker ’. Off-off-off-off-off Broadway. But still one of the few right gigs I've gotten in New York."

"I could never conceive how dancer could endure on their toes like that. It looks like it must hurt like hell, I cringe when I see it. But damn, it's so sexy."

"You think that's sexy ? Dancing en pointe ?"she asked, and moved into his weapon."You're going to be easy."

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their spit slow-danced for thirty irregular. He felt the burn of her knocker and the firmness of her thigh against him. They kissed again, harder.

"dancing for me. En pointe,"he whispered. He kissed her cervix and squeezed her butt.

"Are you serious ? Now ?"Her ear lobe was in his mouth.

"Just for a second,"he rasped. He kissed her lip again.

"You are too a lot, Bobby,"she laughed, pushing him away."Okay, down boy."

She pulled a president out from under a minor desk and turned it around.

"Sit here. Get undressed. If I'm going to open you a show, you have to give me one too. He started unbuttoning his shirt.

Bree picked up her phone from the bureau, fiddled with it for a few s and then disappeared into the walk-in closet.

Bobby hung his shirt on the backrest of the chair and unbuckled his pants. His cock was already well on the way to reaching its steely potential. He sat and listened to the rummaging going on in the closet.

"Are you cook ?"Bree finally asked.

"All quick,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

Bobby pushed his pants down below his knees."Yes,"he replied.

"O.K., here goes. It's going to be short and sweet."

medicine started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the loo and set the phone on the dresser. It sounded familiar but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the way on her toes…en pointe…with her limb in a circle high above her head, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and forth and around him in the small space. She wore ballet slipper and frilly scanty, and naught else except for the thin Au rings pierced through the nipples of her buoyant medium-sized breasts.

Bobby sat with his prick erect, salivating, thinking how great is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful miss's sleeping accommodation, listening to ballet music with a erection, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to have it off, dance around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the point of…

Bree's helping hand were no longer gamy in the air. She was improvising now, running her manus over her frame, cupping her tits, inside her scanty, along the fracture of her ass.

She came down on flat feet a few inches in front of him. She took his pecker in her hand.

"The show was short and confection, but it's nice to see this isn't,"she said.

"You're so fucking hot,"Bobby said.

He put his fingerbreadth inside her panties and slid them down to the storey. Her pussy back talk glistened in the soft illumination. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her slant, make clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his back talk. As she stroked his penis she ground her knoll softly into his face.

"Now I'll do a different sort of dance for you,"she said. A lap dance, Bobby thought. He groaned when she lowered herself onto him and he felt the warm, wet bliss of her cunt swallow up his cock.

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk hot seat, this fine Brigham Young cleaning lady was sliding up and down on his puff up Pole. He assisted her with his hands on her hips, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt light and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy catch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The hard president had no give, each of Bree's down thrusts ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the digit of one hand in the crack of Bree's ass and the other arm around her upper backbone and stood up. With his denim around his ankle joint and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry twat he waddled over to put his knee joint on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their torso up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the ground, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her fingers into Bobby's back and rammed her mole into his.

The bed was a squeaker. It creaked loudly with each dip, the springs straining under the military force of their lovemaking. The screechy phone bounced off the bedroom rampart and all Bobby could believe about was how Summer and Carl had to hear it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to worry or notice.

Bree's slit felt slick and bland to Bobby as he fucked her, a glossy ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward slow sexual climax when she stopped.

"Put it in me as bass as you can and hold it for a mo,"she hissed.

He pushed his dick as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her pegleg twist beneath him and her kitty-cat tightened down and put force per unit area around his pecker like a power vise.

"Holy turd !"Bobby said,"What the sin is that ?"

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her leg. They were twisted tightly together like the wires in a coaxial overseas telegram, thus winching her kitty into a clenched fist.

"Damn, that's tight,"he said.

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm and he went with it."close fucking me,"she whispered.

Bobby got back to fucking her but there was no more in and out, it was back and forth, harder and then even harder, with their lumbus stuck together like glue, two torso melded into one, pounding, trying to squeeze the cum out of each other like they were a couple of flattened toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box bounce, and Bobby's cock moved very piddling inside Bree's sexy expansion slot. Little by fiddling, with each snaky slash of their joined groins, he felt his cum begin to roil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever micturate it up through the military group wrapped around his peter it was for certain to be a whopper.

A second later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed meat and she came, unleashing a wet wave of cum. Their first sentence together and their orgasms were almost simultaneous : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four more than strokes into her wet, open separatrix, his semen rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fire. He was still coming when he pulled his dried gist out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's facial expression and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

"Amazing !"Bobby said, shaking his head. He put his sassing to hers and they held each former and kissed softly for a long time.

-- --

"What was that thing you did with your legs ?"Bobby asked."That was intense."

"I don't know. Kama sutra sex and dancer brawn working together I guess. Was it good ?"

"Not good, fantastic. I could get hooked on that."

There was silence for a mo as they held one another.

"But I'll try not to,"Bobby added.

Another silence.

Then :"You'll try not to,"Bree repeated."Why is that ?"

Bobby said,"Because you're in New House of York. And I'm not."

Thirty seconds more of silence.

"Why don't you have a boyfriend ?"Bobby asked.

"How do you have it off I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many bunghole with massive egos it's not Worth the trouble. There are a half dozen wing romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the fourth dimension. It gets to be a pull. It's nice to be home base ; to meet someone rule for a change."

"Ah…"

"What about you ?"she went on."girl ?"

"No."

"Good."

Sir Thomas More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck and shoulder joint. Then her white meat. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped teat into his backtalk. Her finger's breadth were in his pilus, assisting.

"You have a beautiful consistency,"he said in between nipple sucks.

"I like yours too,"she said, massaging his scalp.

He worked his way down, and he shifted his dead body around gradually as he moved his back talk over her ardent damp flesh, to her flatten out potbelly, teasing around her already-fucked snatch, to her inner thigh, kissing her knees, sura, shin bone, articulatio talocruralis. He took his time kissing the soles of her animal foot. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

"Your toes are special,"he said."You are a social dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the tips of these toes. What a fucking turn-on !"

He expected a laugh but didn't get it. He continued to blow all of her toes one after the other.

"What, do you have a foot hoodoo or something ?"Bree asked when he was switching to her instant foot.

"Never did till now,"he said."Think of it as my own ballet. It's the horizontal en pointe."

Bree chuckled softly."Well, this is a first. But you're a good professional dancer I must say."

"I'm gon na suck your toes till you come."

Bree pretzeled her lithe body around so that with Bobby's mouth still on her toes she could get her oral fissure on his penis. She licked it and kissed it and nipped at it until it was again at its maximum stiffness.

"I'm going to let my mouth dance on this baby for a while,"she said. Bobby groaned and half-gagged on her polished big toe when he felt her mouth surround his surging cock.

Despite their ill at ease place Bobby did his intimately to fuck Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to imbibe the paint off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another coming but his dick felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their bodies a second base metre, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine position. With her oral fissure now a warm, snug glove around his overblown boner he split her luscious lips with is tongue and tasted her tangy jackass and sucked her sanguine clit into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her pussy into his aspect. The bed creaked as they fucked each other's faces. The room smelled of raw sex and the air was filled with the wet echoed strait of slurping and sucking and the slapping of hungry oral fissure on horny flesh.

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one more Major index sucking, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled mouthpiece. Then he went to solve with his natural language, licking and slashing like a viper in heating plant on her spread lips and her vertical organ.

Bree's pussy exploded in his face. Bobby was shocked by the force of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a repressed tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much time to think about it because his mouth and nostril were now flooded and her consistence writhed as he held her. A moment later his body shook and he came in her mouth, and her lips stayed on him, Rush after rushing, until he was done.

-- --

After several bit basking in the embers of their heat they took tour in the bathroom to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her soup-strainer to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicine cabinet. He found a tube of skin lotion and gently rubbed some into each side of his cock, hoping to unbosom the soreness of his impertinent, raw copse burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his weapon system around Bree so their naked bodies were touching in as many places as possible. The air in the room smelled of lewd, leftover jazz but their buss were minty sassy until they fell off to sleep.

The dayspring sun was just beginning to sink in through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's oral cavity on his lucubrate putz. He ran his finger's breadth through her hair.

"You had a huge erection,"Bree said, looking up."I wanted to say ‘ Good good morning ’."Then she went right back to work.

She sucked him hard and dug her fingers into his ass. He only winced a couple multiplication from the irritation on his spear. Soon he moaned and groaned and twisted and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her oral fissure glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed almost of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"commodity morning !"she said.

"goodness break of day to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his head teacher between her legs and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands and she locked her legs around his neck and fucked his cheek for several minutes. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her leg up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him total access code. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened peter into her deeper than ever and gave her an vivid, bed-banging, three-fold climax, right good morning fuck.

"When do you go back to New York ?"Bobby asked after their bodies had stopped erupting.

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

Bree took a shower bath first and then while Bobby was taking his she changed the soggy linen and made the bed. Then she went into the kitchen where her mom was pouring Orange juice and had coffee brewing.

"Well, good sunrise, Houserocker,"her female parent said when she entered the elbow room."Does your bed still have four stage ?"

Bree smiled and blushed and poured her own glass of juice.

"Where's Carl ?"

"He left overnight. He said he had to work today."

"How did it go ?"

"It was okay. No magic. I won't be seeing him again,"Summer said."But it sounded like a different story in your room."

"Yep,"Bree said. Then she put her rim to her mom's ear and whispered,"Magical."

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"trade good daybreak, Summer,"he said energetically.

"goodness morning Bobby."

After they shared a few other courtesies Bobby said he had to be going. He looked at Bree and said,"selection you up at six ?"

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

She walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye on the nominal head porch.

-- --

Bree was watching for Bobby when he pulled up in straw man of the house right field as six o'clock and was immediately on her way out the door.

"Bobby's here,"she called to her mother."I'm leaving, Mom. Don't delay up."

"wealthy person fun,"summertime said."Don't forget brunch with Grandma."

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking hoot !, why does she induce to last in New House of York ? She looked marvelous in a long-sleeved blackness garb with a zip fastener all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front end grounds it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the dress a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the rump and leant to hold Bobby a kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some variety of dance performance going on somewhere in township that he could take her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the pair hours they would have spent sitting in seats watching the appearance was a couple hr he could not drop talking to her, getting to have a go at it her honest, laughing with her, or trying to get her au naturel. So he would take her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The evening was a bang up achiever. dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to wait for a table but that was chill, they had a couple drinking and were good and relax by the metre they got a table. dinner party was delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : meeting at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the metre they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

"We better get out of here before I unzip your apparel,"he said.

"How's this for a start ?"Bree asked, and pulled the zip fastener down six inches, teasing him with cleavage.

"Let's go,"he said. They walked out hand-in-hand.

Fortunately there was a emptiness at the holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her pocketbook and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their mouth together and groped for the bed. They spent the Night kissing, fucking, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the other morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's cock found its way into her one Thomas More clip while the power atomiser rained down on them. He even cleaned her asshole with his clapper for good measure.

-- --

Bobby tried to beg off of brunch, thinking it may be kind of awkward. Bree told him no, it's OK, don't worry, they're sang-froid. She picked up her sound and called her mother. summer agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their Lapp clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up real nice. Summer looked fabulous in a red skirt and a navy harvest top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was summertime's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be of late fifty dollar bill, but she looked ten or twelve eld younger. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in excellent physical body. And she definitely looked like an old hippy in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and farseeing blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by rubber bands about every three or four inches down her back.

The woman ordered buck's fizz while Bobby had a bloody Mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could select from eggs any-which-way, flannel cake, waffles, crepe paper, ham, bacon, grits, breads, sweet, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the gentlewoman did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summer : The free-wheeling, extemporise, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cable car to summer's theater. Ella said goodby, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and leftfield. The clock time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the train post which was about a XV bit thrust. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

"That was nice to offer to ride her to the string,"summer said."She doesn't visit very often, but when she does I always offer to drive her but she usually just calls a cab."

"My delight. Now we can see her off right."

"Oh, O.K., yes,"she said, happy to be included.

Bree entered the room with her bag. She had changed into the same dungaree and red sweater she'd worn on Friday night. She looked even adept than the beginning time.

They piled into Bobby's car and he drove to the depot. He dropped them at the front line, got Bree's suitcase out of the trunk and went to park the car. It being a Billy Sunday afternoon, he found a spot easily and hustled into the station. He saw them seated on a work bench and joined them.

"They said they'll be calling her train in a few minutes. Everything is on metre,"Summer said.

Mother and girl talked. Be careful, keep in spot, phone me when you get in, respectable fortune on your audition, don't forget to blah blah bombast. Then they all exchanged get hold of information and promised to stay in tactile sensation. Then they called Bree's train.

summer hugged and kissed Bree and said good-bye, and then it was Bobby's turn. He hugged her tight, kissed her cheek, then gave her a short deep one on the mouth.

"You should come up to New York and sojourn,"Bree said.

"Sure,"he said, doubting it would ever chance.

She hugged him again and put her lip right up to his ear.

"Mom thinks you're cute,"she whispered."Go for it."

Then she spun on her blackguard, picked up her bag and walked out to her train.

-- --

On the drive back to her planetary house, Bobby realized it was the first time he'd been one-on-one with summer. He wanted to take a crap conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too well-worn and he didn't want to fathom too sappy.

"How often does Bree follow to visit ?"he asked.

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the saltation is all over the place, feast or famine. It can be a grind. I doubt she'll make it for the holiday if she's in a production again this year."

"You have to hand it to her. She's following her ambition. To be so Thomas Young and go to The Big Malus pumila all by herself. That's pretty brave."

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be felicitous and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked problem and saved her money. A calendar week after she graduated from senior high school school she packed two big bags and got on the train."

"You encouraged her, that's near,"Bobby said."I wish my parents had done that. They always had a plan for me, to be practical, go to college, get a stage and get a good job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to please. Doing what I loved never factored into it."

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was right. But my talents and aptitude are in music and artistry and I have a business concern arcdegree. So I work in gross revenue and play medicine portion prison term. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dream. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is big. You're a safe female parent, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me young ; she became fraught in her senior yr of highschool schoolhouse. My father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same matter. I got knocked up in my senior year."

"senior high school schooling stunner ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old smasher who turned into a twenty-year-old failure. I know the struggles my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried hard to thrum two thinking into Bree's promontory : Follow your ambition and don't get knocked up."

"You're a good mother,"he said again."And you two have a neat relationship, that's obvious."

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big help, but it was just the two of us well-nigh of the time. We were tightlipped. I was her best Friend as well as her mother."

"When I think of when I first saw the two of you Friday night at The Vous, it's still hard to conceive you're her mother. You both looked so abrupt. I thought you were the older sister. You didn't come off like any female parent and daughter I've ever known."

Bobby drove with his eyes straight ahead but his peripheral vision told him she had turned and was looking at him. She held her regard for a few moment before facing front again.

As they neared Summer's house Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to proceed. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a long aloofness kinship was likely doomed. He liked summer too, and since he had received Bree's go-ahead he had no guilty conscience about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to come off like a jerk. Fortunately Summer bailed him out.

"Would you like to total in for a picayune bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front of the house."Would you like coffee bean, or tea ?"

"Yes, thank you,"he said."Whichever you prefer would be fine."He parked the car and they went inside.

-- --

Bobby leaned against the kitchen counter as Summer heated water for tea. The tenacious weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to crop Monday morning. Summer asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my natural calling to be sure enough, but I do okay. I have a vast soil and drive a lot. I'm spread pretty slenderize but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every match of week. How about you ? You work at the V.A. infirmary ?"

"Yes, I'm an ophthalmic technician,"Summer said as she poured tea."Let's go sit in the animation room."They carried their cup into the succeeding room and sat together on the sofa.

"How did you get into that ?"

“"After I finished community of interests college I got interested in it and took a course and became certified."

"What's an ophthalmic technician do ?"Bobby asked.

"I assist the Doctor of the Church with examinations and testing and surgery and patient care."

"That sounds interesting."

"It is, if you're into heart,"she said, stirring her tea."You wouldn't believe what we see at the V.A. The neglect and the pathology we see from veterans is incredible, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. old-timer from World War II, Korean Peninsula, Viet Nam, with disease and trauma and craters in their eyeball. And they live with it. Not what you see at the typical eye Doctor of the Church's office."

"Sounds like a existent eye-opener,"Bobby said.

Summer cracked up and laughed so hard she spilled hot tea on the table."You are so platitudinous !"she said. Bobby chuckled and mopped up the pot with a napkin.

"So, I guess the doctors are hitting on you all the time,"he said.

Summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that error once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in thrill is nerveless ; His name is Richard, he's older and very learned and very devote. But most of the doctor are optometrist who come to the clinic to work on for a year or two after they get out of school because it was part of the trade they made when they accepted their subsidisation or learnedness or whatever. about are spoiled terror who can't wait to complete their commitment so they can go out and make the big bucks and open a Pearle Vision or something."

There was an interlude while they sipped their tea in silence. Then Bobby mentioned something that had been in the back of his mind.

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

"Sure,"she said, picking a miniscule piece of lint off of her skirt.

"have you thought about Friday Nox ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so much fun. When you and Bree went to the public toilet together I had no idea how the rest of the Nox would go…"

"Neither did I."

"Did you ever think about if it had been you and me paired together instead of you and Carl ?"

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

"Uh, well yeah, I guess I am. But not without your permission, of course."

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

"Hey, looking at,"he said."Bree is a skirt. And if I lived in New House of York, or she lived here…"

"Okay, I get it."

"So what did you recall ? If it had been you and me ?"

"You were the first choice for both of us. And when I heard you guys in her bedroom I knew we were both in good order. What about you ?"

"You and Bree were a tossup for me. I think you both are smoking hot."

Bobby moved a picayune closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his rima oris to summer's and her brim parted, allowing his tongue to enter her sass. Her lips were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their lingua did a sexy obeche and he put his weapon around her and held her closing curtain. He probed her mouth and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was active too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was gracious,"Summer said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

He kissed her again, just as deeply and almost as long.

"I'm not going to bed with you,"she said when they parted.

Bobby sat back, somewhat surprised."You mean not tonight ? Or not ever ?"

She smiled and shook her head."Let's commencement with tonight,"she said."It's been a longsighted weekend and I have to go into work early tomorrow morning."

"I can take a hint,"Bobby said, and booze down the rest of his tea.

"Give me a brace of days,"she said.

They shared another hanker, hot osculation at the front door as he was leaving. As Bobby got into his car he was feeling confident again. He thought : There is no way she could buss me like that if she was kissing me off.

-- --

That evening Bree called summertime to let her know that she'd had a fluid drive and had made it back safely.

"Your boyfriend came on to me,"Summer told her.

"That was fast,"Bree said."And he's not my boyfriend. It's hard to have a beau who is 300 geographical mile away. So did you go for it ?"

"Of course not !"summer said."I sent him on his way with his posterior between his legs."

"Why not ? You think he's hot, and he thinks you're hot."

"well, I have to work early in the morning."

"Oh come on, Mom, that's the lamest cliché in the book."

"I wanted to speak to you first. To make certain you were okay with it."

"Sure, I'm okay with it. Go for it, you won't be sorry. He's fun in the sack."

"He's a good kisser."

"Oh, so you kissed him at to the lowest degree. That's good. That's a start. What next ?"

"I'm pretty sure he'll be giving me a call."

-- --

Bobby phoned her on Tuesday night. They chatted for a few moment before he got around to the determination of the call.

"I've been thinking about kissing you for two days,"he said."I'd like to do some Thomas More of that."

"Okay."

"Would you like to have dinner with me Sabbatum night ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

"How about if I pick you up around six ?"

"Six is okay. But why don't we just eat in ? No driving, we can just relax. I can fix us some drinks and we can order takeout."

They agreed that it was a in force programme. Bobby would be at her house at six and would pick up their dinner party on the way. pizza and salad.

-- --

Bobby showed up on fourth dimension. He knew right away that it was going to be a good night. He was barely inside the door when, with a xvi column inch pizza pie box and two salads in his paw, Summer planted a quick, John R. Major kiss on his back talk, and slid her teasing natural language in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food for thought on the table. He noticed immediately that Summer had prepared some beverages. There was a bottle of wine-coloured and a bottleful of rum and some beer and cola on the counter. She poured wine, he grabbed a beer.

Summer was dressed casually, but hot as snake pit. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold-blooded shoulder white top, no bra, and newspaper thin, plaid Capri knickers showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned calfskin. Bobby was about to drub his jeans.

"Let's go into the keep room,"summer said.

They did, and summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burning in the open fireplace and several nose standard candle lighted in the way, the ambiance unmistakable. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle cackle for a couplet minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the lighting, the fire, the candela, the mood.

"This is so cool,"he said."It's almost like camping out."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any quiescency bags,"she said.

"That's okay,"he said."I don't think we'll be doing much sleeping."

Summer's lips twisted into a playful smile."I believe you. I heard you and Bree in her room the other night."

Bobby smiled sheepishly and took a gulp of beer."Sorry about that. But tonight we don't have to vex about anybody hearing us, do we ?"

"No, I guess not,"she said. She took a sip of wine-colored and put the Methedrine on the table.

Bobby slid over close to her. With their consistency touching he put one arm around her back and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her rim parted and her body immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him close she kissed him, first with gentle tonguing but soon with a sucking, savage forte. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's script climbed from her hip to her bosom, and summer's hand found his inner second joint. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her cushy tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touch, and her handwriting groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her Sweet, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her tegument into his mouth. She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his pecker through his denim and felt its hardness. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the white fabric parenthesis and put his lip around her nipple.

"Oh, yes,"she cooed."That's good. I love that."

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his cock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his groyne telling her yes, take it. With one hired hand she unzipped him and slipped her long fingerbreadth inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's bridge player was now in her genitals ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her pussycat. Summer yanked on his belted ammunition and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jean. Her paw plunk down and surrounded his balls.

Summer's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her other mammilla. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his rima oris grazing her smooth, flat tire stomach, taut from her exercising, but she stopped him and pulled his brain back up.

"Not yet,"she said."bread and butter doing what you're doing."Then she shoved her teat back into his mouth.

Summer loved having her titties sucked. For her it was the overture to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's peter was now severe and recollective in her bridge player, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as possible. She knew it would turn her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her give mammilla and suckled like a famished child.

"Oh God, yes,"summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her goofball and Summer tried to do it his handwriting. With his back talk doing a Hoover on her nipple and her correct handwriting in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already surd at study. Her drawers had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already mute. With a liquid one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's handwriting total access. Then she took his mitt and fed four digit into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to get to for certain he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his sass plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his fingerbreadth digging into her swampy snatch, her paw on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like Branta leucopsis to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a windy chop.

"Put your entirely hired man in,"she gasped. She grabbed his thumb and pulled his fingerbreadth out and squeezed them together."make a fist."He did."Yes, that's it. Fuck me like that."

Bobby hesitated but summer pushed his clenched fist into her. She was wet as a river so he met no resistance. Her cunt was big and obviously she liked it this way. She grabbed his arm and fed more than into her until he was wrist-deep.

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the estimation had never even crossed his brain. But Summer kept directing traffic, and with her helping hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her bosom without restraint, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His putz was an smoothing iron runway, and soon her hand returned to grip its cinch, but he knew his satisfaction could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his mouthpiece and humped his hired hand, and Bobby sucked with upper limit pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk boxer throwing lazy punches in deep water, but she keened in edgy pleasure with each dip. The ramification of the couch squeaked with their movements.

"This is secure,"she hissed into his ear.

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another well-chosen, wheezy squawk. His saliva slickened her hide and ran down his chin. Sweat brewed on his brow as he chomped away.

"Oh God,"she barked, and gripped his arm tightly and started fucking his clenched fist even harder.

She came like a dike broke. Her trunk shook and Bobby felt the heated charge surround his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the sofa and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her second joint and onto the rug.

Bobby switched from sucking bites to sweet kisses as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into docile spasms until finally her meddlesome genitalia rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his hand reemerged.

His fist looked like a drowned fetus. He opened and closed his manus several time and flexed his finger. He rubbed the muck into summer's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a broad smile.

"God, that was good,"she said."I can't remember the conclusion time I came like that ! God, I needed it."

She pulled his point up to hers and they kissed. She stroked his cock as they took their time.

"This big fella has been patient,"she said, squeezing his cock."It's time to take fear of him."

She pushed him back on the couch and twirl herself around to look him. She took off his brake shoe and pulled his pants the respite of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his wooden leg apart and knelt on the level between them.

"Ugh,"she groaned, as her knee settled into a puddle on the rug.

"What ?"Bobby asked.

"There's cum all over the rug,"she said, as she gently jerked him."I'll clean and jerk it up later. But we don't have to vex about yours ; it will be in my mouth. Then she sucked his case-hardened cock in between her lips.

She had one bridge player on his orb and the early on his ass. Then with a picayune maneuvering of lips and mouth she soon had all eight inches of his anxious cock embedded into her head. She was out of practice, she knew, and he was kind of gravid, but she wanted to do her best to get it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No concern. Bobby came in about 30 bit. He'd been holding it back the altogether time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted piping. summertime pinched his ass cheeks as if to squeeze out every drop curtain. She kept her rima oris mashed around his vibrating prick until the simmering ending of his throe. Cum escaped from the corners of her sassing when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their sleeve around each other on the lounge, and shared intermittent buss, their physical structure naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't public lecture ; they basked in the Wake Island of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that summertime wasn't a charwoman who talked too much, he wasn't in the temper for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to fuck her.

After a patch he initiated another buss and while their knife flirted he eased her onto her back on the lounge. He spread her leg and got on his stifle between them. He grabbed her coxa and yanked her soundbox to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her legs were now over his berm, her crotch in his human face. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her muffin to his rim. He kissed her thigh and licked the lips of her pussy, which was give to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling head.

His spit painted the soft, wet surface of her lip for several min before he plunged his lingua into her kitty. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt liberal to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swell up clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the cushioned firmness of her magic bean in his mouth and took it deep, wanting to suck up another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a right pounding and another shot of his liquid state love. She squeaked when he slipped his center finger into her asshole. With the raise traveling bag he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her twat was level smack against his face. With each suck and each grind of her groin her ready appendage filled more of his mouthpiece and his finger filled more than of her asshole.

"Oh, shit…"Summer said breathlessly, and punctuated each poke with ‘ ugh…ugh…ugh…'

For a myopic time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and Summer's secretions oozing, her twat now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the flash flood. Then the dam broke.

As soon as he felt its warmness Bobby dislodged his lips from her clit and lowered her ass onto the sofa so she could arrive downhill. summertime groaned loudly and her soundbox shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn't wait for her to cease. His cock was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, intemperately and ready to kick ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her pluck slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her glossa into his oral fissure where her conceited button had just been.

Attached by their locked sass, his ice in her shaft and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the house. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to knock her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each thrust and pinched her fingers into his neck. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to deliver the bolts on its branch tightened after this. summertime's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her pussy was sucking his pulsating stopcock as it drilled her. hour after sweaty instant she offered every solid inch of her cunt to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each stab of their genitals and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a import and summer must have noticed because she squinched him wet and rammed her cunt into him even harder. His mind had wandered when he briefly thought of Bree.

But he got right back at it pretty quick, and started banging like a cherry bomb on New class's Eve. summer could palpate it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the shock absorber and the carpet, what the Scheol, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was gear up to blow. She made one final exam power suck of his tongue into her throat and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her whoreson hard and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second digit in.

"You're gon na number, aren't you ?"she asked hoarsely.

"Yes,"he said.

"commit it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a boring burn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as oceanic abyss as he could and did the same with his finger's breadth up her ass. She was stroking her button and swinging her inguen hoping to come with him.

She didn't Miss by a great deal. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth squirt, easing down, his body like sticky gelatin atop her, when Summer came again. Her torso quivered beneath his weight.

"Three clip,"she said, out of breather."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while Summer reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then Summer did her best to clean up the cum puddle on the carpet and sofa. She didn't ask him to spend the night but she gave him a blaze of a good-night kiss at the threshold. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to wake up with him in the morning.

They got into the routine of hooking up every former Thursday evening ; these were the days Bobby was in the area with his employment. He'd go to summertime's house after body of work around five-thirty, they'd have a drunkenness or two, some dinner and then originate making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd nookie and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss well night and Bobby would push back home, and they would both stir up up in their own bottom and be make for work in the morning.

This went on for respective month. Every two weeks they'd have dinner, drinks and each other. No dates, no dinners out, no going to the movies. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that summer was trying to keep it effortless and not get too attached. He was just a maintenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no naturalistic future for them anyway, and the sex was gravid. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at to the lowest degree trying to.

Then one Thursday night, right after a rip-roaring soixante-neuf where they both came simultaneously into one another's look, summertime surprised him with a question.

"Are you fussy Sat ?"she asked.

"Uh, well, no, I'm not busy. Why ?"he said.

"Would you like to go to a party with me ?"

"A political party ? What company ?"

"It's work-related. I'll understand if you don't want to go."

"What do you stand for ? Why wouldn't I want to go ?"

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the people I work with. There will be a lot of shop lecture, about eyeballs and vet and patients and all that. It may not be a lot of fun for you. But I don't want to go alone."

"Don't want any sleazy medico hitting on you, huh ?"

"Something like that. I know someone else I could ask if you're uncomfortable."

"No, I'll go, I'm always ready for new experiences,"he said.

"Good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

Summer laughed."An indoor cookout. My boss, Richard, has it every year right before he takes holiday. He grills out of doors but the party's inside, mountain of solid food and beer and wine-coloured. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. Dress is very casual."

"Can I have fun ?"he asked, pinching her ass.

"Sure. I just hope you're not bored stiff."

"I'll be with the prettiest woman in the way, how could I be bored steady ?"She grabbed onto her hand and placed it over his turncock."This is what will be stiff."

summer laughed and said,"But I have a favor to ask. When we're there, stay with me."

"Sure."

"But I don't want you to show me too much affection in social movement of my co-workers."

"Okay."

"But I want them all to know you're fucking me."

-- --

They got to the party at a few mo after four on Saturday and it seemed like almost everyone was already there. It was a mix of historic period and Bobby was surprised to see that many were around his own age. The Whitney Young doctors and their significant others he supposed. They got a beer and wine and summer made introductions.

Summer was right wing about the work talk. After a while the medico and technical school, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding court, and the ease of the guest were scattered in diminished group. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical talk started, and fetched deglutition, which were going down well-to-do for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impressed with summertime as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was incredible. It was unsufferable to tell who was the tech and who was the medico. She held her own with the stuck-up doctors and didn't hesitate to hold her ground and disagree with them on a few occasions. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, Summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

Dinner was an assortment of hamburger and weenie and wimp and a smorgasbord of salads. And more beer, wine-colored and shop talk of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty upright prison term : absolve food for thought, free beer and he was very proud of Summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"Damn, summertime, that was impressive. You really hump your shit !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than than those hoity-toity physician. Over and over you were right and they didn't know what the blaze they were talking about. I could secernate Richard was impressed too."

"Really ?"

"Oh yeah, bigtime. You should be a doctor."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm grievous ! You should look into it. You've had college and geezerhood of experience. There must be some advanced placement trial you can take…"

"God, that could select years."

"So what, the meter will pass anyway, right ? And you already know More than most of those bozos you're working with, you'll probably breeze right through ! And another thing…"

"What's that ?"

"Listening to all that medicinal proficient ophthalmic Dr. talking has got me horny as hell !"He put his paw between her legs.

She removed his paw from her crotch."down feather Boy, time lag public treasury we get home. Keep your eyes on the road."

"I can't time lag. I've never gone to bed with a doctor before !"

-- --

That Night they had the raging sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each former. He peppered his soliloquy with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Dr. that'in between his kisses and licks and sucking and fucks. He told summertime he never knew a doctor could be such a good nookie and how he never knew Doctor pussy could taste so ripe. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her MD ass. And Doctor give good foreland too, he said.

In between her suspiration and moans of pleasure summer told him legion metre to knock off the Doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the Night and waking up with summertime for the inaugural and only clock time. In the morning he woke up with a longsighted, hard erection.

"commodity morning, MD,"he said. Summer's boldness curled into mock annoyance."I need a doctor's care."

"Oh you do, do ya ? How so ?"

"My penis, Doc, it needs attention."He uncovered it for her.

"Well, maybe we should take you to the emergency way,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs immediate attention !"

"But I'm an eye doctor,"she said."Not a urologist."

"Yes, but this is my one-eyed goliath,"he said, stroking it.

Summer laughed out loud. Then she scooted down and gave him an eye doctor blowjob.

-- --

After a morning romp in the hay they showered and were having java in the kitchen when summertime's phone rang. Bobby sipped his coffee bean and listened to one position of the conversation.

"Hi Mom… .. O.K., how are you ? .... oh, it was okay. Same as it is every year… .. Oh, really ? .... Well, what happened to that handyman who repaired the railroad siding ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't want you up on any ladder ! .... okay….Love ya…Bye."

"My mother,"summer said when she ended the call.

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Worrying about getting her trough cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on run. She was in a relationship with a squeamish man for yr and he used to take upkeep of that kind of stuff, but he died about a yr ago. And the guy she had hired for some work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big house ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two Bath. But it's a split level so on half the house the gutters are two stories high instead of one."

"doe she bear an annexe ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ravel I'll fairly her gutter for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until next weekend ?"

"Yes. That's very skillful of you. She'll pay you of course."

"I don't want any money. I'll do it as a party favor to my sexy eye doctor."

"You're too much,"summertime said. Then she called her mother back and set it up for the following Sat. Ella was appreciative but didn't ask how it was that Summer had been in contact so quickly with the young man her granddaughter Bree had brought to brunch.

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go clean filthy, smelly rain trough. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice gesture for a nice woman, the mother of his quondam lover and New favorite ‘ physician ’.

He woke up early Saturday and dressed in his mop up clothes : Ratty blue jean, sweatshirt, Andrew Dickson White wind sock and an old brace of gym shoe, ready for dirty body of work. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rain by the good afternoon. On the way he stopped by a memory and bought some expectant wish-wash handbag and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the theatre and it was bigger than he'd hoped for. Tall trees surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no doubt in his thinker the gutters would be awful. He figured he had at to the lowest degree a one-half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to recognise him. Bobby couldn't believe how practiced she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties soundbox looking slim and spare and much immature in broken-in Levi's and a informal White River blouse. Her blonde-gray haircloth was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their hellos. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to draw a blank it. They agreed on a free tiffin. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big file name extension ladder was leaning against the wall.

"I borrowed this from a neighbor,"Ella said."My daughter doesn't want me up on ladders anymore."

"Good thought,"Bobby said."I'll take care of it."She thanked him, and their eyes lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the house. He stared at her laughingstock. He thought it was a pretty nice butt. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ladder exterior. He started with the gamy gutter naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his baseball glove and grabbed a hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid folio and escargot and muck and doodly-squat. He grabbed the diddly-shit, raked the diddlysquat, and scooped the doodly-squat into bags. He went up and down the ravel numerous clip. He moved the ladder around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the protracted garden hose down up top to rush piss through the trough to strip them out. He went around the unhurt house cleaning out the toilet and filling bags with stinky gunk.

After a few 60 minutes a tempest was brewing. The rain started, and within a minute it was a downpour and Bobby was soaked. He was just about done when the kickoff bolt of lightning struck, and not too far away. He receded down the ravel as fast as he could. His slimy shoe slid off of the rain-slickened second-to-last step and he fell. Ass-backwards into a puddle of mud.

He'd been stunk up with pieces of shitty roof sewer blue funk all sunup long, all over his clothes, his expression, in his pilus. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the trash dish of gunk by the side of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"semen on in,"Ella called.

Bobby opened the threshold and said,"I'd better not. I fell in the mud."

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You poor thing. time lag one instant, I'll be right back."She returned in XXX seconds and handed him a towel and a robe."Get unappareled and put this on. Then I'll throw your dress in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his consistence. He carried his saturated apparel into the kitchen. Ella was in the adjacent laundry room getting the washing machine ready.

"Do you call up I could get a shower ?"he asked.

"Of path, honey,"she said, and showed him to the privy."And I'll fix us some lunch."

Bobby ran the water hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with bone liquid ecstasy. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his haircloth stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few size too modest for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a thin layer of terry fabric was all that covered his bare body and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final exam touch sensation on lunch : tuna salad on toast, soup, chips and lemonade.

"flavour better ?"she asked as she put the plates on the table.

"Much meliorate, thanks,"he said, and they sat down to eat.

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and salute with gusto. Ella soon refilled his glass with lemonade and his trough with soup. They talked as they ate and the tempest raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in jot ? He said they were for a while but not lately ; he liked her a lot but hanker distance relationship really don't work. He recapped how they had met that Friday Night at the Vous and had all hit it off right away.

They cleared the table and put the mantrap in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and catch current of rainwater flow across the glass window pane. The storm had increased in intensity with hard rain, stiff wind and thunder.

"Wow, look at that,"Ella said."It's really coming down. It doesn't look like it's going to be letting up anytime soon, either."

"Right,"Bobby said."practiced day to be inside."

Ella turned to him and asked,"Want a Bloody Mary ?"

"A Bloody Mary ?"

"Yes. You like Bloody Marys, don't you ?"

"You remembered,"he said."From brunch."

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

"Sure, if you're having one. You have the mix and everything ?"

"Close enough,"she said.

Ella opened the refrigerator and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottle of Spicy V-8 juice and a jar of red cole. She poured out some of the juice into a deoxyephedrine and scooped horseradish into the bottle. She reached down under the sink and pulled out a one-fifth of vodka and poured it into the juice bottle until it was filled. Then she added salt and black pepper and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the bottleful up and down and around as punishing as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glasswork was and Bobby filled two tumblers with ice. Ella poured the crimson intermixture into the glasses.

"There,"she said,"That should do it. And plenty more than where that came from. Let's go into the living elbow room, shall we ?"

Ella touched Bobby's hand as she said that and he was surprised by the electric charge it gave him. Maybe it was the element of surprisal, maybe it was the episodic lightning outside, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the flesh of his arm. He again became more self-aware of his nakedness underneath the robe. So did his dick.

They took their seats on the sofa. As he sat Bobby had to attain down to his crotch to slightly reposition his newly-awakened member. He hoped that Ella hadn't noticed, but he also knew she was a someone who didn't miss much. They sipped their drinkable and began talking.

First, they talked about Ella's home. Bobby told her how Nice it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the cubic yard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood privacy fence enclosing the back yard had a phone number of split or missing slats, but that would be an wanton fix and he'd be glad to take fear of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were close associate for years. He used to take care of all the outside job but he died the twelvemonth before of a center attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an hour of chit-chat Ella touched his hired man again, sending another ice up his forearm and down to his groin.

"shuffling us a couple more drinkable,"she said,"while I go and shake off your clothes in the dryer."

Bobby was finishing up the drinks when she returned. Just as he was handing one to her a deafening bolt of lightning struck a transformer somewhere nearby and they felt an electric sizzle in the air as the power in the theatre flickered and faltered and then went off altogether.

"top executive's out,"Ella said."This is an old neighborhood so it will probably be out for a while."She started rummaging through the pantry for matches.

"At to the lowest degree we have plenty of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

"Thank God for the little things."She handed the matches to him and added,"Here, light the candles in the bread and butter way. I'll be right back. I'm going to pull your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how long the power will be out."

Bobby took a healthy swig of his drunkenness and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the aliveness room. The afternoon was dismal and stormy outside and the flickering flames gave the room a tea cozy, more inner feel.

Ella returned in a couple minutes and sat down on the sofa following to him. She took a sip of her drinking and smacked her lips.

"wellspring, Honey, it looks like you're going to be here for a patch. This storm isn't letting up anytime soon and your clothes won't be dry for a patch either. At least they're clean."

"Yes, thank you. They were a mess."

"But I have to say, you look cute in my robe,"Ella said with a twinkle in her eye.

Bobby blushed and took a sip."I have to tell you,"he said."That's the most creative way a woman has ever gotten me out of my clothes."

"I could say that it was pretty creative the way you happened to come in the mud."

"No, just clumsy, and I was already soaked,"he said."Besides, I'm not that clever."

They looked at each other in the sonant, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a giant star leap and crossed some kind of line. He didn't know what line it was but he could palpate it, a new floor of involvement had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her bloodless top did not come out to be as liberal as it was before. Her jeans held cubbyhole to her slim branch and showed article of clothing on her knees, laughingstock and genitals. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated in away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a bustle down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber legs practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, heart-to-heart bozo. Then of summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance fucks. But here he was now, practically naked and seated next to Ella, and he couldn't believe the view he was having. He was imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

"Oh, I think you're pretty clever. And such a William Christopher Handy man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those gutters. It is such a lousy job and it's such a cruddy day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad interior, with a prissy tiffin, right drinks and good caller. And I'll come next Saturday and touch on your fence. That will be an easier job. There're only a handful of spline that need to be replaced ; the others just need some invigorated nails."

"That's very nice but I insist on paying you."

"The materials will be cheap and it's an easy job. But I don't want any money. I'll contract it out in trade."

"Oh, you will ?"Ella laughed."How will you do that ?"

"Uh, another free lunch. more fucking Marys. More springy conversation."

"That doesn't seem like much compensation for all the work you're doing."

"Well, that's my Leontyne Price. Unless we can cogitate of something else,"he said. Ella's eye were wide-eyed and unintimidated and locked into his.

Bobby gulped down the rest of his drink and was ready for another. They were going down smoothly. He rose from the sofa and asked Ella if she wanted him to top off her drink.

"Are you trying to get me booze ?"she asked.

"Not really, I thought maybe you were trying to get me fuddle. But it's a good day for it, don't ya think ?"

"Sure,"she said, and handed him her glass.

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the specs on the countertop. Rain pounded on the window above the sink. He dug ice cube out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the glasses when Ella came to the counter and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her chalk, took a salubrious gulp and put it back down. She turned to him.

"You were right. It's a just day to be inside,"she said right after another thunder boomer shook the household. She put her hired man on his forearm and pulled gently. He pivoted to front her and they looked at each former in the dim light.

"Do you know what I'm thinking ?"she asked quietly.

"No, tell me,"he replied.

"I'd rather appearance you. I only hope it's not the wrong thing and I end up regretting it."

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her case to his and kissed him on the lip. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lips parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her back. Their tongues did soft crack and twirl, each exploring a sword new mouth, and their world-class osculation lingered on. Her digit dug into his skin through the thin cloth of her robe and his custody explored her lower back. His member grew between his legs.

"I hope I wasn't too forward,"she said when the kiss ended. They still held each other.

"If you hadn't kissed me, I would have kissed you,"Bobby said."I just hadn't yet figured out how."

Ella shook her read/write head and smiled."How old are you ?"she asked.

"Almost twenty-six."

"Almost twenty-six, huh ? Well, I'm almost fifty-eight. If I was XX or thirty long time younger…"

"You kiss like you're twenty-eight."

"Oh, really ? And what does that mean ?"

"It means we should kiss whomever we want ; fifty-eight, xxviii, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a little airless and put his hand on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot jr. than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy gentlewoman gene came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their rim spread apart in unison and their mouths were open for byplay. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the lowly of her backbone and the former on her ass. Bobby's cock was difficult and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a piece for her and her mind was a whirlwind of mental confusion wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her slit was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a rhythm and with their lips still locked and their tongues doing a sexy dance, Ella's finger found the drawing string on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged cock with her handwriting. She gripped her fingers around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the chamber,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his cock like an eight-inch handgrip and led him to her chamber. They embraced in the dim light source, their candy kiss punctuated by flashes of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedchamber windows. Ella pushed the robe over his berm and let it fall to the hardwood floor. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper body : it was thin out and her skin was taut but for a couple fine furrow on her flat venter. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too weedy, and her knocker were small-to-medium sizing with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace sign just above her right white meat. summertime had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very sexy flower child holdover.

With his weaponry around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several minutes as their hands roamed over impudent flesh. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to former places. He kissed her neck and licked her ears and sucked the ataraxis sign into his backtalk. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a screechy groan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no dearie between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her dungaree and scanty now at her ankle, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her branch and knelt between them. He took his get-go look at her snatch. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

"I can't believe we're doing this,"she said.

"I want to delight you,"he said.

"You already have."

Bobby kissed both of her thighs, back and forth, inching toward her glinty slice. She was hissing and squirming with anticipation, and when he finally buried his look into her she squealed with delight.

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve endings were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilize her genitals as he drilled his lip into it. It helped a petty but still her cunt was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry. It's been a while."

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass firm and plastered his mouth to her cocked appendage. He sucked away and squeezed her posterior. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in musical rhythm with his. For various minutes they worked together like this, her fork pushed against his grimace, him sucking her clit, his tongue tasting her zest and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His rim were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was set up to do it. He gave her one last John Roy Major clit bite, eliciting a screeching from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy mouth were kissing the heading of his dick. Atop her, he stared into her liquified eyes.

"I still can't believe we're doing this,"she said softly.

"Believe it."

"You're very handsome. But I'm thirty years older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"screw my brainpower out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his gumshoe into her drenched swallow hole and felt her fond wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscleman. He'd push button his intact length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the pace and Ella went with him, they'd go a lilliputian faster and control it for a patch, getting in sync and in melodic phrase like a classical duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like Walter Piston on a runaway train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their all-inclusive, enraptured eye locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his glossa. His workforce were on her abut impudence and his fingers inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her holes at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. detached honey and serenity and all that horseshit. He closed his eye and slammed her as hard and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of savage teddy shimmy tremble beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juice surround his cock and ooze out onto his balls. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison riot, his sperm fighting to get out. It was an rhapsodic pulsation stream and he felt a sting in his cock as he came ; his little prisoners were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With repeated sensual trembles he uploaded his ejaculate into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

"Whew,"he said in a wood file, wiping the lather from his brow.

"Whew is veracious,"Ella said. She turned on her side and nest up.

They held each other in secrecy for many hour. They listened to their breath and felt the blue-blooded heaves of their thorax. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a sweetheart rainfall tickling the windowpane.

They finally spoke when the roof fan started turning above them and a Inner Light clicked on in the hall.

"Ah, we have force,"Ella said."unspoiled timing. I'm going to run and put your wearing apparel in the drier. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her naked hippie ass as she walked out the bedroom door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her work force full. She carried two glasses and a belittled jar.

"Energy Department drinks,"Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody The Virgin. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their drunkenness. Well, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty for sure his limp prick moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the glass on the table on his side of the bed. Ella took another drink from hers and did the same.

"What's in the jar ?"Bobby asked.

"Coconut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

"I'm pretty sure as shooting it's not for Pina Coladas."

Ella leaned closer and said,"See, I knew you were pretty clever,"and kissed him.

The buss quickly escalated and in no time their tongues were dancing and their hands were prancing. And Bobby's peter moved all right, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't keep her manus off of it. She couldn't stay fresh her mouth off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his nut with one hand and took his cock into her oral fissure. Ella was a brassy cocksucker but it was turn-on for Bobby as inch-by-inch she took all of it in. Soon he felt her lips kissing her fingertips on his testicle as he gently fucked her face.

For several minute of arc she sucked him and she felt his scrotum tighten up. She came up for air and lay back down beside him and they kissed. Instinctively Bobby rolled on top and entered her and again felt the wet warm wall of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a warm minute they were in a fucking airstream chasing after their adjacent orgasms. They pumped in grueling, longsighted cerebrovascular accident, the head of Bobby's hawkshaw aiming for the end of Ella's burrow. They fucked in regulate secrecy, no moans or groans or foul talk of the town, just the squeak of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

"I'm close,"Ella said, stopping.

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the Cocos nucifera oil. She opened it in a upsurge and the lid scooted onto the floor. She scooped some oil into her hand and reached behind her and slipped her greasy finger into her butthole. Then she sloshed more oil over Bobby's extended pole.

"There,"she said."Put it in my ass."

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt. She spread her brass with her fingers and her asshole was open for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the head of his pecker right up to her open hole and pushed. Ella took a deep breath and let out a hoarse suspiration when he entered her. He pushed his cock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

"That's nice and stringent,"he said.

"Good. Now love me."She put her fingers on her soggy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a plastered but fluid glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how grand the insistence felt around his cock, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his tool into the depth of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass part bowed stringed instrument and pushing her ass into him, matching him pound for clunk. Bobby was digging it too, in more room than one. He drilled her with a passion, willing his semen up for another drive out into the wild gamey yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the pace he was going so after a couple minutes he slowed his pace.

"Don't plosive consonant !"Ella wheezed."Keep it up."

So he did and within five or six to a greater extent strokes his river was rising. With a loud groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his beam and spurted multiple clip into the deepest ambit of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shot his utmost drop he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an attempt to blarney her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her dickhead with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his case in her private parts and his oral fissure on her inflated tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her bridge player on the back of his oral sex. She shoved her clit deep into his mouth with all her might care she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the like way she had sucked his cock : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her athletic groin on his look and inhaled the funky taste and scent of her sex. He could finger his own cum on his Chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn't take much foresightful. Ella started shaking like a train that had jumped the track. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘ Oh Fuck !'as she climaxed. Bobby's lips stayed latched onto her huff pudendum until she rested.

"God, I needed that !"Ella said. Then they lay together for some time.

-- --

The day was getting late by the meter they dragged their asses out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his dress were clean, dry and neatly folded on the toilet derriere when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Bobby. And not just for doing the work outside, either. I didn't expect that the day would go the way it did. But I can't say I'm disappointed."

"I'm not either,"he said."It was an unexpected joy. And you are a sexual dynamo."

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was serious about fixing your fencing next week. Even before…"

"Bobby, you don't have to do that."

"I know, but I'd like to. If you don't mind."

"Well, that's very nice. But no more falling in the mud. That trick only works once around here."

"OK, I promise. I'll have to conceive of something else,"he said with a grinning. He kissed her and took one final taste of her and their tongues said a slow goodbye.

-- --

The next few days were just like any former week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be easy, maybe an hour and a half of oeuvre, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get set again.

He picked up the fencing materials and nails on Friday. Sat was a clear, sunny day so there would be no luck of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a tempest. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to mould. He'd only been there for a few min before Ella noticed. A window opened and she called to him. She asked him to number inside for a minute.

He went in the back doorway and Ella was standing in the entryway to the bread and butter room. She was barefoot and was wearing the same robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her hair's-breadth was up on top of her head.

"There's been a little change of plan,"Ella said."I won't be able to have you for lunch."

"Oh, that's okeh,"Bobby said, trying not to sound disappointed.

"I'm sorry, but summertime's coming over a little later. She's taking me to lunch."

"No job, I understand."

"It's my natal day. She always takes me to lunch for my natal day. It just didn't dawn on me live week."

"Happy natal day,"Bobby said."I wish I'd known. I would have brought you a gift."

"You did,"she said.

She took a whole step closer. She reached between his wooden leg and took his rooster in her hired hand. She kissed him, and her glossa did a momentary slither in his mouth.

"And since I can't have you for lunch,"she added, unbuckling his smash."I want to receive you for breakfast. And we don't have a lot of time."

She pulled him a couple steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pant. His cock was already at wax tending. She kissed it and licked his testicle. She took it into her mouth.

The unit shebang was over in lupus erythematosus than thirty arcminute. She sucked him to completion and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouthpiece. Then her gown opened and Bobby twirled her onto the cast and buried his face into her twat for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple minutes before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

"Yes,"Ella said."I'm quick already."She was already fingering herself.

He turned her over. Her butt was slick down, the remainder of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his pecker from her ass and inserted in into her drippy puss and rammed her doggy-style for a couple More minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

"Happy Birthday,"Bobby said as he pulled out.

Ella turned to him and said,"Thank you. A great way to start the day. But you'll have to relieve me. I need to shower and get ready."She kissed him, picked up her gown and left the room. As she walked away Bobby could she speckles of his 26-year-old cum on her 58-year-old flower child butt.

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tools in the trunk of his car when Summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a small awkward and didn't know whether to kiss her or not in social movement of her mother's house, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

"Now stop that,"she said."Or maybe I should anticipate you Doc."

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a handyman. The gutters, the fencing, and Mom said you got her backdoor working again. I didn't even know it was stuck."

Bobby didn't know if that was a caper or what Ella may birth told her but he was officially speechless.

"Anyway, thanks again for helping Mom out,"she continued."We really apprise it. Now we're going to lunch to fete her birthday."

"Have fun. And don't drink too many buck's fizz !"Bobby said.

"You mean Bloody Marys,"summer said with a heartbeat. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

thing started to get weird after that. The next Th would have been Bobby's night to see Summer but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did reach her a few days later she was noncommittal and form of blew him off. That was a first.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to take maintenance of, in the railway yard, on the ceiling, or in the sleeping room. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good idea. Too close for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been summer's steady bedmate and summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few month with astonishment. He had had a wild weekend with a Pres Young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a act of incredible nights with her hot Mom, doc Summer. And finally a couple wild blowout of hipster sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an e-mail to Bree in an effort to charm up, but they hadn't been in tactile sensation for a while and doubted he would hear back. Out of sight, out of mind, you know how that goes.

-- --

Bobby went to cultivate every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his judgment, it wasn't that hard to put to the highest degree of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no real future with summer ; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate ; it would never let happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her domicile by the storm and ended up au naturel wearing her robe. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four month later when out of the amobarbital sodium on a Thursday eventide Bobby received a vociferation from summer. When he saw her name displayed on his phone he froze for a arcsecond. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"Hello, summertime ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

"I'm okay, how are you doing ?"

"I'm fine,"she said, and launched right into the role of her call."Look Bobby, I know it has been a while and I hope you don't mind my calling but I thought you should know. It concerns Bree."

"Bree ? Is something wrongfulness ? Is she all right ?"

"Oh, she's mulct,"summertime said with a chortle."She's doing well. She is here in town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance teacher. They're putting on a birdcall and dancing review for high school and college students."

"She doesn't live in New York anymore ?"he asked.

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and Forth River and staying with me for a few workweek while she worked on the yield. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to yell you, but she has been so meddling, she's been putting in XVI hour days. And I think she may have felt funny calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in touch modality. Anyway, I wanted to call you in case you would want to know."

"Yes, thank you. I'm glad you did."

"The final examination carrying into action are this weekend : Tomorrow Nox, Saturday night and a Sun matinee."She went on to order him the theater and show times.

"I'd passion to see her,"Bobby said."Do you think she'd mind if I came Sabbatum night ?"

"Oh, I think she'd be fine with that. I'll let her know and will ask her to leave you a just the ticket at the box office."

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two days. On Saturday evening he got to the theater of operations plenty early. He'd made sure he dressed and looked and smelled good. He picked up his just the ticket and there was a brief note paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could derive ! Meet me at the foot of the stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a great ass. substance section, third row, gangway rear end. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high cap, chandelier and a small balcony. There was a ring tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's epithet in a few different topographic point : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several unlike Book of Numbers. The display was an olio of song and dance numbers from Broadway musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though most of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was peculiar impressed with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her tattle ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the rest period of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ club'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the sign down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

After the appearance the luminance went up and the audience streamed toward the posterior exit but Bobby had a short paseo to the degree. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

"Hi, Bobby !"she squealed, and leapt into his implements of war. She gave him a big hug and Bobby put his arms around her and hugged her too. It felt so salutary."Thank you for coming. It's so nice to see you."

"God, Bree, you were dandy ! What a wonderful show, and I didn't know you could babble like that !"

"Oh, thank you, so gladiolus you liked it. We worked hard on it."

"It shows !"

"Want to go get a drink or something ?"she asked.

"Absolutely !"

"Great. Meet me around back at the stage incoming. Give me about fifteen minutes, okay ? I need to convert and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the number one wood's door when Bree emerged from the vertebral column of the theatre. She was a beautiful sight for his sore eyes. She wore the same tight jeans and red jumper she'd worn on the night they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her cheek and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the rider door for her and she got in.

They went to a belittled vicinity bar a few blocks from the theater and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a mound of beer. Bobby suggested food but Bree said she was too wound up to eat.

"God, it's ripe to see you,"Bobby said.

"It's in force to see you too,"Bree said."Thank you for coming tonight. It means so much."

They talked and tried to enamour up. Bree told Bobby how dingy she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the show. She told him how she'd become involved with the production.

"My old dance teacher is on the mental faculty at the university, in the field Arts and dancing department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in tactile sensation over the yr. Anyway a few calendar month ago she asked if I could assist her put the show together, perform and coach and mentor the casting. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The show was great. And you look with child. And God, I knew you could dance but had no idea you could peach like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and tinct Bobby's hand."It's so good to see you. I'm sword lily Mom called you. I wanted to but I kept putting it off. I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"

"That you wouldn't want to see me."

"Not a probability,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't wait for tonight."He took her hand and raised it to his lips and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

"I'll be ripe back,"Bree said, and she rose to go to the convenience. Bobby ordered another pitcher of beer.

Bree returned, sat down and took a gulp of beer.

"I heard you had a fling with my mother,"she said, and took another swig.

"Yes, I took your advice. It seemed to chance kind of naturally. I'm sorry, but ..."

"Don't apologize, it's okey. I put you up to it and I knew you'd go for it. I knew she needed to get laid, and I figured you may as well be the golden guy. But I never figured you'd go to bed with my grannie !"

This surprised him."Oh, now that, uh, that was an accident. I had cleaned her trough and my clothes were filthy and a really bad violent storm came and then…"

"It's okay, Bobby, it's OK. She must induce needed it too."After a short pause she added,"Maybe you've found your dependable calling."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

Bobby was drinking and he laughed so surd beer came out of his olfactory organ. Bree laughed too and raised her mug and they toasted.

"Think about it,"she said."You're only man on Earth who's done all three of us."

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

"And you know, Bobby, you may not gain it, but you've had a very profound effect on my mom and grandmother."

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the Night we all met my mom had just variety of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guy rope and she was attracted to you and she has her needs so it made good sense for you two to sneak up even it was only temporary. But you really made her palpate good about herself. She told me about you going to the company with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ Doctor'and encouraged her to back to shoal. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

"Yes, and she credits you for helping her to get there. Not long after that company she met a man and they've become pretty serious about each early. He's an ophthalmologist who came to act upon in her clinic for three weeks while her boss was on holiday. His name is Gerry. He was just as print with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making plans to join his practice as an optometrist.

"And my grannie was in kind of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a affectionately friend, a man she'd been very close to, the class before. And she was stuck in a Major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hipster who owns five or six health nutrient computer storage, and he had been asking her out for calendar month but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her feel sexy and desirable again and she got up the courage to call Moe and see if his invitation was still effective. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

"Wow, that's great. I'm very happy for her. And Summer too."

summer took another beverage of beer and took a mystifying breath.

"Which brings me to this : Now I've come to a crossroad in my life and I'm not sure what to do."

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels good to lecture about it. A few weeks ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to keep it, find a new roommate in a urban center full of lunatics, or try to find another place, which is no easy task. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would assist on all the product, reading, hearing, as well as any former chores they have for me. But I would work on choreography and be involved in the originative mental process, which I love, and mentor the educatee if they needed individual supporter. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be livable, and one of the perquisite is I could take three class credits for free every semester and in the summer academic term to figure out toward a degree. But I'd have to find a place to live, get a car, and uproot my life sentence from what it's been the close few years.

"So, do I keep slogging away in New York, scuffling for oeuvre, and give up on a dream ? Or do I move back, look at a job I know I'd enjoy and be good at, but play it dependable ?"

"You could look at it as a capital opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The free classes are a great bonus. And if you would call for to make special money, I know I could Quran us a few gig a workweek as a duo ; with your looks and your voice we'd be golden. But the main point is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few years. And that experience could actually make a priceless effect on the student you come in impinging with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course of instruction !"

"That's what my instructor said."

"She's right. I'd bet few if any people in that department birth had the experience you have. All the audition, the casting calls, and the functioning you've done. That could be priceless to younger students."

The second pitcher was almost evacuate. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their physiognomy. Each mug had about two taste in it.

"Are you busy tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final carrying out. Afterwards we have a cast party which I must attend for an hour or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my nan and Moe. It's Gerry's treat. Would you come with me ?"

Bobby hesitated."You don't think that might be a piddling awkward ?"

"No, not at all. Please come, I don't want to be a fifth wheel. The women all agree it is a good mind. And the men both said they'd beloved to meet you. And don't worry, neither one of them knows that you got there first."

Bobby blushed and Bree grinned."okey,"he said.

"Great,"she said."And you know where we're going ? The seafood lieu you took me to."

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's right. And after dinner and the old kinfolk leave, we can feature a little prison term to ourselves."

Bobby drove Bree to Summer's house. They had a nice buss in his car and he waited until she was in the house and flashed the porchlight before he drove off.

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dinner party was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived early and waited in the entrance hall. At about five moment till seven the older family line arrived. summer looked all right as ever in a red apparel and with longer hair, now several inches down her back. Ella was slim and vibrant in a mingy black top and baggy flowery gasp. He was pleasantly surprised when summer and Ella both hugged him without hesitation, thus breaking any ice.

debut had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front entryway and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. summer and Ella gave him a sideway glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was relieve and easily, often focused on Bree's product, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few years older than summertime, and had a pretty sound sentiency of witticism. And Moe was a rattling piece of music of work, big and bold, suspicious as hell and had a ponytail almost as hanker as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbye in the third house. By this time the place had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. drinking they could nurse and extend the even. At first they talked about how well dinner had gone and how lots they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's dilemma. A conclusion would have to be made soon.

"When are you going back to New York ? How long will you be in town ?"Bobby asked. By this time they were holding hands.

"A few days,"she said."There's no boot. I have some days off from the day job and no gig lined up. I've been concentrating on the workplace here for the last few weeks, commuting back and forth a lot. Now that it's over it's kind of a disappointment, like ‘ Now what ? ’, you know what I mean ?"

"I think so,"Bobby said softly. They were peering into each early's'eyes, and all four were glistening.

Bobby reached into his pocket and took out a room key from the holiday Inn down the street and put it on the mesa. He'd reserved a room hoping for the best.

Bree's eyes became leaky saucers. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a room key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table next to the early one. Her smile widened but her teardrop increased.

Bobby grinned and took her other helping hand in his and squeezed both and felt her squeezing him back.

"well, well,"he said."It's dependable : bang-up minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to agitate one of the reservations to the following night. Bobby figured he had two twenty-four hours to convert her that moving back home was the right matter to do .