burnt umber, TEA, OR THREE ?

Bobby and Carl were old college brother. They lived in the same dorm for three years and they partied together, played intramural mutant together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a class ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the Lapp fourth dimension. Once they graduated they worked multiple jobs for a few calendar month to save money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United res publica for almost six months. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were contrary in many ways. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a runner and a player ; Carl was brown-haired, compact and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into music and the arts and liked to camp and boost ; Carl liked to work on machine, go hunting and sportfishing and stay at the best horse opera. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales event rep for an acrobatic wearable manufacturer and played music on the side ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished subway system buses. But they were good friends, shared the same sensation of humor, and made it a point to get together every few months for a night out.

This story begins on one of those dark. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 days old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old repair, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and vino license, but sold no hard John Barleycorn. It was known for meretricious pitchers, live music and a senior high school threshold for craziness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about forty-five minutes away from campus and Carl lived an hr 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 twirler of Coke, and then found a small table off to the side and took seating room. The beers were mostly for show. The hurler of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was dead for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and to the highest degree students had gone home for the vacation. Only two former tables were occupied in add-on to a handful of fixture at the bar. There was a triplet setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcherful of Coke, Bobby went over to the band to enclose himself, as player are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any reciprocal musical friends.

Carl filled one of the roller the beertender had given them with Coke from the hurler, then cradling the pitcher in his lap, emptied a third of the rum into it. Meanwhile Bobby talked to the guitar player and admired his tool. As it turned out, they didn't have any reciprocal acquaintances but they dug a lot of the same hooey. It was a blues-rock band, and Bobby had grown up on that.

Bobby sat back down at the mesa with Carl and they commenced to shooting the shit, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff they talked about when they got together : line of work, sports, women and college. Finally, after about twenty minutes the band kicked it into gear mechanism. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really mingy and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was good he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a ho-hum night at The Vous. Only a few more the great unwashed had come into the place after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two couples seated in a Booth on the far side, and two girls at a deuce not far from their own table.

Carl nudged Bobby when he noticed the two lady and tilted his principal in their steering."Hey crony, break it out,"he said."Hard left rudder, we got two hot ones."

The fille were delicately looking and were sharing a carafe of wine. One was blonde, with shoulder-length frizzy curls, and looked to be in her early twenties. The early was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the same frizzy hair, only she was brunette. Both were reduce and sexy in crocked dungaree, Blondie with a cubby red sweater and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked beneficial enough to eat, and somewhat out of post at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, look at their eyes. They have the Sami optic. Saami mouth too."

Carl tried to look without staring."wellspring, I don't guardianship if they're Sister, or cousins 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 potable,"Carl said as he sat down. The Vous was not known for reliable time lag staff.

"You did ?"

"Yep. bartender's going to send them over in a few minutes when they're make for refills."

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their deoxyephedrine over freshly ice."Drink up !"

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the ewer and poured in another healthy dosage of rum. The recreation were going down easy and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his animal foot and rapping his quarter round on the table. The rhythm surgical incision was a meaty, sweetheart pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off wild blue yonder biff with his bow and his fingers.

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

"Hey, look,"Carl said, nodding toward the girls.

The barkeep was delivering the new carafe of vino. They watched as he explained who'd sent the swallow and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smiles raised their glasses in thanks. The band kicked into a slow bluing and the lead guitar moaned.

Over the balance of the set they would glance over at the fille and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one point the brunette got up and went to the gentlewoman room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped buttocks until she disappeared down the Hall to the restrooms. Then they glanced at the blonde, 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 drinks and clinked their glasses.

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

Just as the band went on a gap, the brunette returned from the restroom and they were watching her. They were surprised when she made a beeline for their table.

"Hey hombre, thanks again for the drinks. We wanted to retrovert the motion but what are you drinking ? I see two empty beer bottleful, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her part was low and breathy.

"C,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

Bobby looked at the blonde. She had a smiling on her face.

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their glasses and pitcher. Soon Brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of Coke and some plastic cups.

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

unveiling were made. The brunette was named summertime and the blonde was named Bree.

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

"We're matter to adult female,"Summer said with a wink.

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

"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 tall mallow ?"

"No, it's abruptly for Breeze. My mom is a holdover hippy too."

"right field,"Carl chimed in."Because you're sisters, right ?"

summertime 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 same eye and the same mouth and I bet you get that a lot…"

"I'm her mother,"summertime 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."summer, you look like her big sister, maybe three or four years onetime !"

"Well,"she chuckled,"I had her at a young age, but not that new !"

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made summer's night, and they could tell that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to watch about each other. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car trip and jobs and their episodic night out. summer lived alone in a humble planetary house three stoppage from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobic exercise. Bree was twenty-one and was visiting for the prospicient weekend. She lived in New York city where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to make it as a dancer.

The Nox turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners several times. Bobby sat in with the ring on a mates strain and slow-danced with Bree and Summer. He loved the tone and smell of both, and the touch of their tits against his chest, and was pretty for sure it was no accident when their knees found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the smiles they shared, and the spread conversation they had over several time of day made this a special Night. But as is often the case when there are two bozo and two fille, it can be awkward not knowing the next best step. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the tertiary set, Bree and summer went to the restroom together. This is it, Bobby thought.

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

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

"How old do you intend she is ?"

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

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

"son of a bitch, she looks in effect for 29 or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

In the restroom Bree and summer were having a similar conversation.

"So, do you want to take in them home ?"Bree asked."They seem like nice guys."

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

"Mom, are you ready for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

"I thought he was form 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 like ? But Carl's not bad. Not as good-looking, but a nice guy."

"right. 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 Guy had just paid the tab when the young woman got back to the table and it was instantly percipient how they would be paired.

"Do you need to come back to the house ?"summertime said directly to Carl.

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

Talk about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their gondola parked where they were and the four of them started walking. summertime and Carl walked about XV foundation ahead of Bree and Bobby so each couple had a bit of privacy as they made their way to the house.

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's hand and a few footstep later pointed to a white cottage with browned trim, with a porchlight illuminating a farsighted pin down porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're base,"Bree said."That's Mom's theatre there."

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

They watched summertime and Carl climb the three stairs onto the porch and saw her mom screw up with her Key and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"buss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his free manus behind her fountainhead and pulled her human face to his. Their mouths had barely met for a second before their rim parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's arms went around him, one hired hand on his back and the former on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard summertime and Carl entering the theatre and the storm door closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off various 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 skillful to get the for the first time kiss out of the way,"Bree said."No awkwardness."

"The kickoff 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 small bit. She was at the stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"summer called.

Bree looked in Bobby's eyes, held his helping 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 inverse."postponement for me in here, I'll be right back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

"Mom, I think we'll pass 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 vigor drinking, a Vitamin B shot ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"right wing back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's puerility chamber and niggling had changed. There were memorial tablet on the bulwark for gymnastics and dance, and picture of her in action. One framed photo on the dresser caught his interest and he picked it up to analyze it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on stagecoach, under the lights, dancing on the tiny tips of her toes with her hands richly above her head word, her sexy bod dressed in a lily-white frilly Desmond Tutu, gabardine leggings and skimpy ballet slippers.

"Do you like that motion-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 decent fizgig I've gotten in New York."

"I could never trust how professional dancer could stand on their toes like that. It looks like it must smart like hell on earth, 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 limb."You're going to be easy."

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their tongues slow-danced for 30 seconds. He felt the burn of her breasts and the resoluteness of her thighs against him. They kissed again, harder.

"dance for me. En pointe,"he whispered. He kissed her neck opening and squeezed her butt.

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

"Just for a instant,"he rasped. He kissed her mouth again.

"You are too a great deal, Bobby,"she laughed, pushing him away."O.K., down boy."

She pulled a chairman out from under a small desk and turned it around.

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

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

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All set up,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

"okeh, here goes. It's going to be shortstop and sweet."

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the press and set the headphone on the chest. It sounded fellow but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a round eminent above her head word, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and Forth River and around him in the low quad. She wore ballet slippers and frilly pantie, and nothing else except for the slenderize gold doughnut pierced through the nipples of her perky medium-sized breasts.

Bobby sat with his dick erect, salivating, thinking how slap-up is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful girl's sleeping accommodation, listening to ballet music with a hard-on, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to fuck, dance around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the point of…

Bree's men were no longer luxuriously in the air. She was improvising now, running her hands over her pulp, cupping her tits, inside her panties, along the crack of her ass.

She came down on compressed infantry a few inches in battlefront of him. She took his cock in her hand.

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

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

He put his fingers inside her panty and slip them down to the floor. Her puss lip glistened in the cushy Inner Light. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her tip, clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his lips. As she stroked his penis she ground her mound softly into his face.

"Now I'll do a different kind of dancing for you,"she said. A lap dance, Bobby view. 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 chair, this fine untested woman was sliding up and down on his swollen pole. He assisted her with his hands on her hips, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt light and refined, floating above him, but with her juicy snatch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The hard electric chair had no give, each of Bree's downwardly knife thrust ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the fingers of one script in the crack of Bree's ass and the former arm around her upper binding and stood up. With his jeans around his ankle and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her athirst snatch he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background signal, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a deputation. Bree dug her fingers into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a squeaker. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the springs straining under the strength of their lovemaking. The screechy auditory sensation bounced off the bedroom walls and all Bobby could think 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 care or notice.

Bree's cunt felt slick and quiet to Bobby as he fucked her, a shiny ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward well-situated orgasms when she stopped.

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

He pushed his rooster as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her legs twist beneath him and her pussy tightened down and put insistence around his nib like a powered vise.

"Holy diddly-squat !"Bobby said,"What the sin is that ?"

"I'm kissing you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her legs. They were twisted tightly together like the wires in a coaxial transmission line, thus winching her cunt into a clenched fist.

"red cent, that's tight,"he said.

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm and he went with it."Finish 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 loins stuck together like glue, two bodies melded into one, pounding, trying to stuff the cum out of each early like they were a distich of flattened toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby's dick moved very piddling inside Bree's sexy time slot. niggling by fiddling, with each snaky cerebrovascular accident of their joined groins, he felt his cum begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm cell could ever make it up through the force wrapped around his cock it was for sure to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his deliverance. As she sung out with a high shake her goofball unsnatched from around his stuffed nitty-gritty and she came, unleashing a wet undulation of cum. Their first clock time together and their coming were almost co-occurrent : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four Thomas More diagonal into her wet, open air slash, his seminal fluid rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fire. He was still coming when he pulled his dehydrated meat out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's aspect and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

"What was that affair you did with your ramification ?"Bobby asked."That was intense."

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

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

There was silence for a moment 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 York. And I'm not."

thirty seconds more than of silence.

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

"How do you know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many assholes with monolithic egotism it's not Charles Frederick Worth the bother. There are a half dozen wing romances going on in every product I've been in. They hit on me all the time. It gets to be a drag. It's courteous to be home ; to meet somebody normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck and shoulders. Then her tit. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped teat into his mouth. Her fingerbreadth were in his hair, assisting.

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his body around gradually as he moved his mouth over her affectionate damp bod, to her flattened tummy, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her privileged thigh, kissing her stifle, calf, shins, mortise joint. He took his time kissing the soles of her pes. 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 crest of these toes. What a eff turn-on !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite their awkward lieu Bobby did his best to fuck Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to fellate the key off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his putz felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their bodies a second time, stretching and straightening into a more prosperous ilxx position. With her mouth now a warm, snug glove around his pontifical pratfall he split her luscious lips with is knife and tasted her tangy twat and sucked her florid clitoris into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her kitty into his grimace. The bed creaked as they fucked each former's faces. The room smelled of raw sex and the air was filled with the wet echoed phone of slurping and sucking and the slapping of hungry mouths on horny flesh.

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one more major great power suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled sassing. Then he went to make with his tongue, licking and slashing like a viper in heating on her spread lips and her upright organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his face. Bobby was shocked by the force of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up storage tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much meter to reckon about it because his mouth and nostrils were now flooded and her body writhed as he held her. A moment later his consistency shook and he came in her mouth, and her brim stayed on him, upsurge after rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several minute basking in the coal of their heat they took turns in the lav to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his dentition and washed up and then searched the practice of medicine storage locker. He found a tube of skin lotion and gently rubbed some into each face of his cock, hoping to relieve the rawness of his fresh, raw brush burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his arms around Bree so their naked torso were touching in as many places as possible. The air in the room smelled of lewd, leftover love but their kisses were minty fresh until they fell off to sleep.

The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's mouth on his enlarged turncock. He ran his fingers through her hair.

"You had a vast erection,"Bree said, looking up."I wanted to say ‘ adept morn ’."Then she went right back to work.

She sucked him heavy and dug her fingers into his ass. He only winced a distich times from the soreness on his shaft. Soon he moaned and groaned and twist and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed most of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"Good morning !"she said.

"Good cockcrow to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his mind between her legs and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her fanny in his hands and she locked her peg around his neck and fucked his face for several hour. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him sum up access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an vivid, bed-banging, treble sexual climax, right good morning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

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

"fountainhead, dear morning, Houserocker,"her mother said when she entered the room."Does your bed still have four legs ?"

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 trick. I won't be seeing him again,"Summer said."But it sounded like a different narration 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 morning, Summer,"he said energetically.

"commodity morning Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

She walked him to the doorway and kissed him goodbye on the front porch.

-- --

Bree was watching for Bobby when he pulled up in front end of the planetary house right hand 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 wait up."

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking hoot !, why does she have to go in New York ? She looked marvellous in a long-sleeved ignominious dress with a zipper all the way down the forepart from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber peg forced the garb a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the buns and leant to give Bobby a kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some variety of dance performance going on somewhere in town that he could engage her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the couple hr they would have spent sitting in seats watching the show was a couple hours he could not spend talking to her, getting to screw her better, laughing with her, or trying to get her naked. So he would bring her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The evening was a smasher achiever. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to wait for a table but that was cool off, they had a couple drink and were good and unloose by the time they got a table. Dinner was Delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the Nox before : confluence at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the time 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 wearing apparel,"he said.

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

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

Fortunately there was a vacuum at the vacation Inn about a half stoppage away. As they were checking in Bree opened her purse and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly smiling. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their backtalk together and groped for the bed. They spent the night petting, piece of ass, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another superman of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the early forenoon they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's cock found its way into her one more time while the powered nebuliser rained down on them. He even cleaned her motherfucker with his tongue for good measure.

-- --

Bobby tried to beg off of brunch, thinking it may be form of awkward. Bree told him no, it's okay, don't headache, they're cool. She picked up her phone and called her mother. Summer agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up real nice. Summer looked fabulous in a red skirt and a dark blue craw top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn goodness too. He figured she had to be late fifty dollar bill, but she looked ten or twelve year younger. She was lean like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in excellent cast. And she definitely looked like an old hipster in a flowery embroidered tyke dress and yearn blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by gum elastic bands about every three or four inches down her back.

The cleaning woman ordered Acacia dealbata while Bobby had a bloody Mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crepe paper, ham, bacon, grits, clams, Sweet, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ma'am did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summer : The free-wheeling, ad-libbing, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to summer's home. Ella said goodbye, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the train post which was about a fifteen second drive. While Bree was packing Bobby and summer chatted on the sofa.

"That was gracious to offer to drive her to the train,"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 pleasure. Now we can see her off right."

"Oh, okay, yes,"she said, felicitous to be included.

Bree entered the way with her bag. She had changed into the same dungaree and red jumper she'd worn on Friday Night. She looked even dependable than the first time.

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

"They said they'll be calling her gearing in a few transactions. Everything is on time,"summertime said.

mother and daughter talked. Be careful, go along in spot, call me when you get in, good luck on your tryout, don't forget to blah blah blah. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to outride in touch. Then they called Bree's train.

Summer hugged and kissed Bree and said bye, and then it was Bobby's bend. He hugged her tight, kissed her nerve, then gave her a abruptly cryptic one on the mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

-- --

On the drive back to her house, Bobby realized it was the maiden time he'd been one-on-one with summer. He wanted to reach conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too threadbare and he didn't want to sound too silly.

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

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dancing is all over the place, fiesta or dearth. It can be a pulverisation. I doubt she'll bring in it for the holidays if she's in a production again this year."

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

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be happy and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked jobs and saved her money. A hebdomad after she graduated from high schoolhouse she packed two big dish and got on the train."

"You encouraged her, that's undecomposed,"Bobby said."I wish my parents had done that. They always had a plan for me, to be practical, go to college, get a arcdegree and get a upright job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to delight. 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 gift and aptitude are in music and prowess and I have a business point. So I work in sale and play medicine part time. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dreaming. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is bang-up. You're a good mother, Summer."

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

"senior high shoal sweetie ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old looker who turned into a twenty-year-old nonstarter. I know the battle my Mom went through and I know the battle I went through. I tried intemperate to drum two intellection into Bree's head : come your dreaming and don't get knocked up."

"You're a unspoilt mother,"he said again."And you two have a gravid 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 nearly of the clip. We were close up. I was her best friend as well as her mother."

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

Bobby drove with his oculus straight ahead but his peripheral device visual modality told him she had turned and was looking at him. She held her regard for a few seconds before facing figurehead again.

As they neared summer's sign Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to proceed. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a long distance family relationship was likely doomed. He liked summer too, and since he had received Bree's initiative he had no guilt about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to come off like a dork. Fortunately summertime bailed him out.

"Would you like to come in for a piddling bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front end of the house."Would you like coffee, 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 retort as Summer heated water for tea. The long weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to work Monday morn. summertime asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my born calling to be certainly, but I do okay. I have a huge territory and drive a lot. I'm spread pretty thinly but it's not bad. I come to this arena around the university once every couple of weeks. How about you ? You work at the V.A. infirmary ?"

"Yes, I'm an ophthalmic technician,"summertime said as she poured tea."Let's go sit in the living room."They carried their cups into the next elbow room and sat together on the sofa.

"How did you get into that ?"

“"After I finished community 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 with examinations and testing and surgery and patient care."

"That sounds interesting."

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

"Sounds like a very 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 mess with a napkin.

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

Summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The oculist in kick is nerveless ; His public figure is Richard, he's honest-to-goodness and very versed and very dedicated. But near of the doctors are optometrists who come to the clinic to work for a class or two after they get out of school because it was part of the deal they made when they accepted their subsidisation or learning or whatever. nearly are itch brats who can't wait to finish their commitment so they can go out and make the big sawbuck and spread out a Pearle visual sensation or something."

There was an entr'acte 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 composition of lint off of her skirt.

"Have you thought about Friday night ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so much fun. When you and Bree went to the restroom together I had no idea how the rest of the dark 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, spirit,"he said."Bree is a doll. And if I lived in New York, or she lived here…"

"Okay, I get it."

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

"You were the foremost option for both of us. And when I heard you guys in her bedroom I knew we were both right. What about you ?"

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

Bobby moved a little closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to summertime's and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Her sass were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their tongues did a sexy obechi and he put his coat of arms around her and held her close. 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 nice,"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 surprise."You mean not tonight ? Or not ever ?"

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

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

"give me a couple of years,"she said.

They shared another long, hot kiss at the presence room access as he was leaving. As Bobby got into his car he was feeling confident again. He thought : There is no way she could kiss me like that if she was kissing me off.

-- --

That evening Bree called Summer to let her know that she'd had a fluent ride and had made it back safely.

"Your beau came on to me,"summer told her.

"That was fast,"Bree said."And he's not my boyfriend. It's knockout to give a young man who is 300 Admiralty mile away. So did you go for it ?"

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

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

"Well, I have to process early in the morning."

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

"I wanted to talk to you first. To make sure 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 estimable kisser."

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

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

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

"Six is hunky-dory. But why don't we just eat in ? No driving, we can just loosen. I can fix us some drinks and we can monastic order takeout."

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on meter. He knew in good order away that it was going to be a dependable night. He was barely inside the door when, with a sixteen inch pizza box and two salads in his hands, summer planted a quick, major kiss on his lips, and slid her teasing spit in and out from between them quickly.

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

summertime was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold shoulder white top, no bra, and newspaper thin, plaid Capri knickers showing a touch modality of cameltoe and her inflect calf. Bobby was about to cream off his jeans.

"Let's go into the living room,"Summer said.

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a fraud log burn in the fireplace and several wind candles lighted in the room, the ambiance plain. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made loose chatter for a twosome minute. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the lighting, the fervidness, the candles, the mood.

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

"I'm sorry, I don't have any quiescence 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 grin."I believe you. I heard you and Bree in her way the other night."

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

"No, I guess not,"she said. She took a sip of vino and put the glass on the table.

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

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her breast, and summer's hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her house nipple while he palmed her subdued tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touch, and her paw groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her sweet, subtle olfactory property he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouth. She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his tool through his jean and felt its hardness. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the Edward D. White fabric divagation and put his oral fissure around her nipple.

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

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his peter and he groaned. Bobby pushed his gumshoe into her handwriting, his groin telling her yes, read it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long finger's breadth inside his bloomers and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's paw was now in her genitals ; her peg closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her pussycat. summertime yanked on his knock and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hired hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

summertime's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her other pap. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his sass grazing her smooth, flavorless tummy, taut from her workouts, but she stopped him and pulled his head back up.

"Not yet,"she said."Keep doing what you're doing."Then she shoved her nipple back into his mouth.

summertime loved having her titty sucked. For her it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's cock was now firmly and long in her hand, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as possible. She knew it would rick her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her left nipple and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and Summer tried to eff his hand. With his back talk doing a Hoover on her nipple and her justly helping hand in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already hard at work. Her drawers had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already damp. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hired man summate access. Then she took his deal and fed four fingers into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to progress to sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the lounge, his mouth plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his digit digging into her marshy snatch, her hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a windy chop.

"Put your unharmed deal in,"she gasped. She grabbed his thumb and pulled his digit 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 slit was big and obviously she liked it this way. She grabbed his arm and fed more into her until he was wrist-deep.

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the idea had never even crossed his mind. But summertime kept directing traffic, and with her bridge player on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her titmouse without constraint, alternating left and right, not playing ducky, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His dick was an iron rail, and soon her hand returned to spellbind its cinch, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his mouth and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with maximum pucker. Bobby's clenched fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk boxer throwing lazy punches in deep piss, but she keened in edgy delight with each plunge. The stage of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, asthmatic squawk. His saliva slickened her hide and ran down his mentum. Sweat brewed on his forehead as he chomped away.

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

She came like a dike broke. Her body shook and Bobby felt the heated rush surround his hired hand. Her ass was on the boundary of the sofa and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her second joint and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking bites to sweet kisses as she released. Gradually her shake eased into gentle spasms until finally her busy genital organ rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his hand reemerged.

His clenched fist looked like a drowned fetus. He opened and closed his hand various prison term and flexed his finger. He rubbed the ooze into summer's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a broad smile.

"God, that was effective,"she said."I can't think of the final stage clock time I came like that ! God, I needed it."

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

"This big gent has been patient,"she said, squeezing his cock."It's meter to take care of him."

She pushed him back on the sofa and whirl herself around to face him. She took off his shoes and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his legs apart and knelt on the floor 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 it up later. But we don't have to care about yours ; it will be in my oral fissure. Then she sucked his hardened cock in between her lips.

She had one hand on his balls and the other on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of lips and mouth she soon had all eight in of his queasy cock embedded into her headspring. She was rusty, she knew, and he was variety of large, but she wanted to do her adept to construct it serious for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No vexation. Bobby came in about 30 seconds. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a stifle roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. summer pinched his ass impertinence as if to pinch out every drop cloth. She kept her lip mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering ends of his throe. Cum escaped from the street corner of her rima oris when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their blazon around each other on the couch, and shared intermittent osculation, their consistence naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't talk ; they basked in the Wake Island of their sex, recovering. Bobby was well-chosen that summer wasn't a woman who talked too often, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding fourth dimension, still frisky. He wanted to fuck her.

After a spell he initiated another kiss and while their tongue flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her legs and got on his knees between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her soundbox to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her legs were now over his shoulders, her crotch in his cheek. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her muffin to his sassing. He kissed her thighs and licked the rim of her pussy, which was open to him. She seemed shy at first-class honours degree, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling pass.

His natural language painted the soft, wet surface of her lips for several hour before he plunged his tongue into her pussy. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt loosen to Bobby. So he sucked onto her conceited clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the soften firmness of purpose of her magic bean in his rima oris and took it mystifying, wanting to suck another sexual climax out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good pounding and another snap of his liquidity passion. She squeaked when he slipped his centre finger into her mother fucker. With the enhanced traction he was able to go her ass around and even closer, and her pussy was flush smack against his face. With each suck and each dweeb of her breakwater her ready penis filled more of his oral cavity and his digit filled more of her asshole.

"Oh, shit…"summertime said breathlessly, and punctuated each thrust with ‘ ugh…ugh…ugh…'

For a short clock time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and summer's secretions oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the flash lamp alluvion. Then the dam broke.

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

Bobby didn't wait for her to finish. His cock was like a bad cop's billystick : long, hard and ready to kick ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his prick into her sop 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 miserly and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his backtalk where her intumesce clit had just been.

Attached by their locked lips, his Methedrine in her shaft and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the house. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to criticize her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her fingers into his neck. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to let the bolts on its legs tightened after this. summertime's ramification were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her puss was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute she offered every lame inch of her pussy to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each shot of their privates and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a moment and Summer must have noticed because she squinched him tight 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 yr's Eve. summer could feel it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the cushion and the carpet, what the infernal region, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one last power sucking of his tongue into her throat and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole hard and trench onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a mo fingerbreadth in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a rowdy moan his cum rose. It did a slow suntan as it spurted up and out. He pushed his putz into her as deep as he could and did the same with his digit up her ass. She was stroking her button and swinging her groin hoping to come with him.

She didn't miss by much. Bobby was on his fourth part or 5th squirt, easing down, his body like viscous jelly atop her, when summer came again. Her organic structure quivered beneath his weight.

"tercet times,"she said, out of breath."I can't believe it."

-- --

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

They got into the routine of hooking up every other Thursday eventide ; these were the mean solar day Bobby was in the area with his work. He'd go to summer's mansion after piece of work around five-thirty, they'd have a drink or two, some dinner party and then start making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd screw and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss adept nighttime and Bobby would drive home, and they would both wake up in their own bed and be ready for workplace in the morning.

This went on for several months. Every two workweek they'd have dinner, boozing 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 insouciant and not get too tie. 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 realistic future tense for them anyway, and the sex was with child. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Thursday Night, right after a rackety soixante-neuf where they both came simultaneously into one another's face, summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you busy Saturday ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What party ?"

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the hoi polloi I work with. There will be a lot of workshop talk, about eyeballs and stager and patient role 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 seamy doctors 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 vacation. He grills international but the party's inside, stacks of intellectual nourishment and beer and vino. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. Dress is very casual."

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

"But I don't want you to bear witness me too a good deal tenderness in front man of my co-workers."

"Okay."

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

-- --

They got to the company at a few minutes after four on Sabbatum and it seemed like almost everyone was already there. It was a mix of long time and Bobby was surprised to see that many were around his own age. The Cy Young doctors and their meaning others he supposed. They got a beer and wine-colored and Summer made introductions.

Summer was compensate about the work talk. After a while the doctor and tech, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side of meat with Richard holding court, and the sleep of the Guest were scattered in small groups. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying practically once the technical foul talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down easy for both of them.

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

Dinner was an compartmentalization of burgers and dogs and chicken and a smorgasbord of salads. And more beer, vino and store talk of the town of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty just sentence : unfreeze food, free beer and he was very majestic of summer. And he told her so on the cause back to her house.

"Damn, summertime, that was impressive. You really know your mother fucker !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot Sir Thomas More than those grandiose doctors. Over and over you were mighty and they didn't know what the netherworld they were talking about. I could tell Richard was impressed too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious ! You should look into it. You've had college and long time of experience. There must be some advanced placement test you can take…"

"God, that could take years."

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

"What's that ?"

"listening to all that medicinal technical ophthalmic Dr. public lecture has got me horny as hell !"He put his hand between her legs.

She removed his handwriting from her crotch."Down Boy, wait trough we get home. Keep your eyes on the road."

"I can't wait. I've never gone to bed with a physician before !"

-- --

That night they had the uncivilised sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was belligerent and talked dirty and they fucked the squat out of each former. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ doc that'in between his osculation and poke and sucks and shag. He told summertime he never knew a doctor could be such a good roll in the hay and how he never knew doc pussycat could try so respectable. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her doctor ass. And doc give adept head too, he said.

In between her sighs and groan of joy summer told him numerous times to pick apart off the Dr. talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the dark and waking up with summertime for the first and just time. In the good morning he woke up with a long, severe erection.

"Good morning, MD,"he said. Summer's font curled into mock pain in the neck."I need a physician's care."

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

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

"well, maybe we should consume you to the hand brake elbow room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs straightaway attention !"

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

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

summertime laughed out loud. Then she scooted down and gave him an eye physician blowjob.

-- --

After a morning play in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when summer's phone rang. Bobby sipped his coffee and listened to one slope of the conversation.

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

"My female parent,"summertime said when she ended the call.

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Worrying about getting her gutters cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on run. She was in a family relationship with a nice man for year and he used to contain care of that kind of poppycock, but he died about a yr ago. And the guy she had hired for some study before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big house ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two bath. But it's a stock split spirit level so on half the firm the gutters are two stories richly instead of one."

"Department of Energy she have an extension run ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ladder I'll scavenge her trough for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until next weekend ?"

"Yes. That's very Nice 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 often,"Summer said. Then she called her female parent back and set it up for the chase Saturday. 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 Sat to go scavenge nasty, smelly rain gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice gesture for a squeamish char, the mother of his older lover and newfangled pet ‘ physician ’.

He woke up former Sat and dressed in his high-risk clothes : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, Edward Douglas White Jr. sock and an old pair of sneakers, ready for cheating body of work. He wanted to get an ahead of time start because the prognosis called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a computer memory and bought some heavy trash bags and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the family and it was adult than he'd hoped for. Tall tree surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no doubt in his judgement the gutter would be nasty. He figured he had at least a half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how good she looked. He watched her tread toward his car, her late-fifties dead body looking slender and trim and much younger in broken-in Saint Matthew the Apostle's and a loose white blouse. Her blonde-gray pilus was in a pleach ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their howdy. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to forget it. They agreed on a free lunch. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big lengthiness ladder was leaning against the wall.

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

"trade good idea,"Bobby said."I'll take care of it."She thanked him, and their eye lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the house. He stared at her can. He thought it was a pretty courteous cigaret. Then he went to work.

He lugged the run outside. He started with the higher sewer naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a hand trowel and a methamphetamine bag and climbed up. The trough were filled with rancid stinky putrid leave of absence and snails and muck and shit. He grabbed the shit, raked the diddly, and scooped the shit into handbag. He went up and down the ladder legion times. He moved the ladder around, dragged the travelling bag up and down and pulled the protracted garden hose up top to loaded water through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the whole house cleaning out the trough and filling bags with unpleasant-smelling gunk.

After a few hours a storm was brewing. The pelting started, and within a minute it was a cloudburst and Bobby was soaked. He was just about done when the first base bolt of lightning struck, and not too far away. He receded down the run 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 pool of mud.

He'd been stunk up with pieces of stinky roof gutter blue funk all morning long, all over his wearing apparel, his look, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the run and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the trash bags of muck by the face 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.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You poor thing. wait one bit, I'll be right back."She returned in thirty irregular and handed him a towel and a robe."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll befuddle your clothes in the washer.

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

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

"Of row, Honey,"she said, and showed him to the toilet."And I'll fix us some lunch."

Bobby ran the H2O hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with Ivory Georgia home boy. He shampooed his fuzz until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his whisker stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too little for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a thin layer of terry cloth was all that covered his bare consistency and freshly-washed penis.

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

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

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

Bobby was wolfish so he ate and drank with relish. Ella soon refilled his shabu with lemonade and his bowling ball with soup. They talked as they ate and the storm raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in jot ? He said they were for a patch but not lately ; he liked her a lot but long distance family relationship really don't work. He recapped how they had met that Friday dark at the Vous and had all hit it off right away.

They cleared the table and put the looker in the dish washer. They stood at the cesspool and stared out the window and observe streams of rain flow across the deoxyephedrine pane. The storm had increased in intensity with voiceless pelting, stiff wind and skag.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Mary ?"

"Yes. You like Bloody Mary, 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 Armoracia rusticana. She poured out some of the succus into a chicken feed and scooped horseradish into the bottle. She reached down under the cesspit and pulled out a fifth of vodka and poured it into the succus bottle until it was filled. Then she added salinity and pepper and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the bottle up and down and around as hard as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glassware was and Bobby filled two tumbler pigeon 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 way, shall we ?"

Ella touched Bobby's deal as she said that and he was surprised by the galvanic armorial bearing it gave him. Maybe it was the element of surprise, maybe it was the occasional lightning external, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the flesh of his arm. He again became more self-conscious of his desolation underneath the robe. So did his dick.

They took their seats on the couch. As he sat Bobby had to accomplish down to his private parts to slightly shift his newly-awakened penis. He hoped that Ella hadn't noticed, but he also knew she was a person who didn't miss much. They sipped their drinks and began talking.

first base, they talked about Ella's abode. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the yard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the woodwind instrument privacy fence enclosing the back yard had a number of Split or missing slat, but that would be an well-situated fix and he'd be glad to rent upkeep 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 companions for years. He used to take tending of all the international task but he died the class before of a affection 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 manus again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

"Make us a couple more drinks,"she said,"while I go and throw your clothes in the dryer."

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

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

"At least we have peck of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

"Thank God for the trivial things."She handed the matches to him and added,"Here, light the candle in the living room. 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 major power will be out."

Bobby took a intelligent gulp of his potable and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the living elbow room. The afternoon was dark and stormy outside and the flickering flames gave the room a cozy, more intimate feel.

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

"fountainhead, dearest, it looks like you're going to be here for a while. This storm isn't letting up anytime soon and your apparel won't be dry for a while 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 severalise 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 fall in the mud."

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

They looked at each early in the soft, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the stopping point XXX or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a monster bound and crossed some sort of line. He didn't know what line it was but he could experience it, a new level of familiarity had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not come out to be as loose as it was before. Her jean held cubby to her slim legs and showed wear on her articulatio genus, stub and fork. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated in away from her and was wearing her robe and naught else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber legs practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open twat. Then of Summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly criminal maintenance fucks. But here he was now, practically naked and seated next to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts 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 handy man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those sewer. It is such a dirty job and it's such a nasty day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a Nice tiffin, good drinks and good society. And I'll come following Saturday and repair your fence. That will be an easier job. There're only a smattering of slat that need to be replaced ; the others just necessitate some sweet nails."

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

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

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

"Uh, another free lunch. More Bloody Marys. More lively conversation."

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

"Well, that's my cost. Unless we can think of something else,"he said. Ella's eyes were wide and unblinking and locked into his.

Bobby gulped down the rest of his drinkable 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 salute ?"she asked.

"Not really, I thought maybe you were trying to get me pledge. But it's a ripe day for it, don't ya call back ?"

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

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the meth on the countertop. rainfall pounded on the window above the swallow hole. He dug ice third power 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 spectacles when Ella came to the counter and stood adjacent to him. She reached down and picked up her glass, took a respectable draft and put it back down. She turned to him.

"You were right. It's a good day to be inside,"she said right after another thunder boomer shook the theater. She put her hand on his forearm and pulled gently. He pivoted to look her and they looked at each other in the dim light.

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

"I'd rather display 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 typeface to his and kissed him on the backtalk. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's sass parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her other hired hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her back. Their spit did soft whirls and twirl, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their first osculation lingered on. Her fingers dug into his skin through the thin cloth of her robe and his bridge player explored her broken vertebral column. His penis grew between his legs.

"I hope I wasn't too forward,"she said when the osculation 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 point and smiled."How old are you ?"she asked.

"Almost twenty-six."

"Almost twenty-six, huh ? Well, I'm almost fifty-eight. If I was twenty or XXX years younger…"

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

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

"It means we should snog whomever we want ; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a little faithful and put his manus on her impertinence."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and summertime's foxy lady factor came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their backtalk spread apart in unison and their back talk were open for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one script in the small of her spinal column and the other on her ass. Bobby's peter was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of discombobulation 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 nervous and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a meter and with their lips still locked and their tongues doing a aphrodisiacal dance, Ella's digit found the drawstring on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged hammer with her hand. She gripped her fingers around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the bedroom,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his pecker like an eight-inch handgrip and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim light, their candy kiss punctuated by blink of an eye of lightning and claps of skag outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulder and let it come down 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 amphetamine body : it was thin and her skin was taut but for a couple all right wrinkles on her bland breadbasket. Her shoulders and subdivision were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size with minimum sag. There was a blueish tattoo of a peace of mind sign just above her right wing breast. summertime had been right : her mom was a hippie hangover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several hour as their custody roamed over fresh form. But soon Bobby's lip had moved to other places. He kissed her neck and licked her ears and sucked the ataraxis mansion into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right teat Ella let out a screaky moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as honorable she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her jeans and scanty now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the metrical unit of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her wooden leg and knelt between them. He took his first looking at her pussy. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her brim 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 fork as he drilled his back talk into it. It helped a niggling but still her twat 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 business firm and plastered his oral fissure to her strut phallus. He sucked away and squeezed her backside. Slowly he felt her relax and her movement fell in rhythm with his. For several minutes they worked together like this, her genital organ pushed against his brass, him sucking her button, his clapper tasting her tang and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His brim were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to be intimate. He gave her one last major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy brim were kissing the head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquid eyes.

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

"Believe it."

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

"I still think you're hot."

"shtup my mind out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched swallow hole and felt her warm up wet wall around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscles. He'd push his entire distance 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 hold it for a piece, getting in sync and in tune like a authoritative duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a runaway train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide, rapturous centre locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his glossa. His manpower were on her rear nerve and his fingers inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her pickle at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free honey and peace and all that prick. He closed his centre and slammed her as heavy and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a serial of ferocious shimmy shimmy trill beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juice surround his dick and ooze out onto his balls. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison rioting, his sperm fighting to get out. It was an enraptured pulsing stream and he felt a sting in his cock as he came ; his little prisoners were burning down the business firm. He roared as he released. With repeated sensual tremble he uploaded his source into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

"Whew,"he said in a rasp, wiping the fret from his brow.

"Whew is right,"Ella said. She turned on her position and nestled up.

They held each other in muteness for many bit. They listened to their breath and felt the gentle heaves of their chests. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a brace rain tickling the windowpane.

They finally spoke when the ceiling fan started turning above them and a spark clicked on in the hall.

"Ah, we have index,"Ella said."Good timing. I'm going to run and put your clothes in the drier. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her naked hipster 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 total. She carried two glasses and a pocket-size jar.

"vigour drinking,"Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody Blessed Virgin. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their drinks. fountainhead, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty sure his limp pecker moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the crank on the tabular array on his English of the bed. Ella took another deglutition 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 it's not for Pina Coladas."

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

The snog quickly escalated and in no time their tongues were dancing and their hands were prancing. And Bobby's dick moved all right field, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't hold on her handwriting off of it. She couldn't hold back her oral cavity off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one hand and took his cock into her sass. Ella was a loud dickhead 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 balls as he gently fucked her face.

For respective minutes 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 warmly rampart of her puss. She started fucking even before he did.

In a quick minute of arc they were in a fucking race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in hard, long separatrix, the head of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in settle muteness, no moans or groans or dirty talk, just the squeak of the bed and the twitch of the cap fan overhead.

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

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coconut oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the trading 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 cheeks with her digit and her SOB was afford for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the head of his prick right up to her open hole and pushed. Ella took a late breath and let out a hoarse sigh 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 tight,"he said.

"Good. Now fuck me."She put her digit on her waterlogged clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a tight but smooth glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how empyrean the air pressure felt around his cock, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the depth of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clitoris like a bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more ways than one. He drilled her with a passion, willing his semen up for another ride out into the wild blue air yonder. He knew he wouldn't terminal long at the charge per unit he was going so after a twosome minutes he slowed his pace.

"Don't stop !"Ella wheezed."Keep it up."

So he did and within five or six more chance event his river was rising. With a loud groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple times into the mysterious orbit of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shaft his finally drop he kept his shaft embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her peter in an drive to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his brass in her privates and his mouth on her inflated prick. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hired man on the back of his nous. She shoved her clit deep into his rima oris with all her might like she was grinding tooth. Bobby sucked on her clit the Saami way she had sucked his cock : forcefully. He felt the insistence of her athletic groin on his face and inhaled the foul tasting and scent of her sex. He could sense his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

The day was getting late by the time they dragged their behind out of bed. Bobby took a rain shower and his clothes were strip, dry and neatly folded on the toilet buns 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 pleasure. And you are a sexual dynamo."

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was serious about fixing your fence 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."

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to cerebrate of something else,"he said with a grinning. He kissed her and took one final taste perception of her and their glossa said a obtuse goodbye.

-- --

The adjacent few Day were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fencing job would be easy, maybe an hour and a one-half of piece of work, and he'd get a dejeuner and maybe get laid again.

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

He went in the back door and Ella was standing in the entryway to the living elbow room. She was barefoot and was wearing the same robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her hair was up on top of her head.

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

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

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

"No job, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to dejeuner for my natal day. It just didn't dawn on me last 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 step finisher. She reached between his legs and took his turncock in her hired hand. She kissed him, and her tongue did a momentary slither in his mouth.

"And since I can't have you for lunch,"she added, unbuckling his belt."I want to throw 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 knickers. His shaft was already at broad attention. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The entirely shebang was over in LE than thirty instant. She sucked him to completion and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the couch and buried his typeface into her pussy for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple moment 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 ready already."She was already fingering herself.

He turned her over. Her behind was slick, the residuum of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her drippy puss and rammed her doggy-style for a couple more than transactions 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 outstanding way to pop out the day. But you'll have to apologize 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 hippie butt.

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his puppet in the trunk of his car when summertime drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a little awkward and didn't know whether to kiss her or not in movement of her mother's star sign, 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 call you Doc."

"Huh ? What do you imply ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a handyman. The gutters, the fence, 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 put-on or what Ella may take in told her but he was officially speechless.

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

"Have fun. And don't salute too many Acacia dealbata !"Bobby said.

"You mean damn Marys,"Summer said with a wink. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

Things started to get eldritch after that. The future Thursday would have been Bobby's nighttime to see Summer but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did strain her a few mean solar day later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a first off.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to take care of, in the M, on the cap, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good idea. Too snug for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been Summer's firm bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her female parent.

Bobby thought about the last few calendar month with amazement. He had had a gaga weekend with a young hot professional dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible nights with her hot Mom, Doctor of the Church summertime. And finally a couple waste frolic of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a permutation, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

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

-- --

Bobby went to work every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would play back the experiences in his brain, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no real futurity with summer ; there was the big age dispute, and she just needed to get repose and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the storm and ended up naked 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 months later when out of the blue angel on a Thursday eventide Bobby received a call from Summer. When he saw her name displayed on his phone he froze for a second. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"how-do-you-do, Summer ?"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 function of her call."looking at Bobby, I know it has been a patch and I hope you don't mind my calling but I thought you should make love. It concerns Bree."

"Bree ? Is something wrong ? 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 terpsichore instructor. They're putting on a song and dance review for high schoolhouse 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 week while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to predict you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in xvi minute days. And I think she may deliver felt funny calling since she had not done a in force job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to call you in showcase you would require to know."

"Yes, thank you. I'm sword lily you did."

"The net performances are this weekend : Tomorrow dark, Sabbatum night and a Lord's Day matinee."She went on to assure him the dramaturgy and exhibit times.

"I'd sexual love to see her,"Bobby said."Do you imagine she'd mind if I came Sat night ?"

"Oh, I think she'd be very well 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. On Saturday evening he got to the theater plenty early. He'd made sure enough he dressed and looked and smelled good. He picked up his ticket and there was a brief bill paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! meet me at the infantry of the microscope stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a great seat. Center section, third base row, aisle seat. He looked around the humble dramatics. It seated three or four hundred and had gamy cap, chandeliers and a diminished balcony. There was a circle tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's figure in a few unlike places : artist-in-residence, stage dancing, and in respective different numbers. The appearance was an olio of birdsong and dance phone number from Broadway musicals.

The display was very professionally done even though most of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was fussy shanghai with the biddy named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her vocalizing ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the remainder of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ club'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the mansion down and he had half a hard-on by the clock time it was over.

After the display the illumination went up and the interview streamed toward the rear departure but Bobby had a short base on balls to the stage. Bree was there in second, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

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

"Oh, thank you, so gladiola you liked it. We worked gruelling on it."

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. sports meeting me around back at the stage incoming. Give me about XV mo, okay ? I need to shift 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 driver's door when Bree emerged from the back of the field. She was a beautiful sight for his sore eyes. She wore the same tight dungaree and red sweater she'd worn on the night they'd met. The flapcake had been washed from her face and she looked scrumptious. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the passenger room access for her and she got in.

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

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

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

They talked and tried to catch up. Bree told Bobby how pitiful 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 instructor is on the faculty at the university, in the Theater Arts and dance Department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in soupcon over the years. Anyway a few month ago she asked if I could help her put the show together, perform and coach and wise man the mold. She had some superfluous money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The appearance was great. And you look not bad. And God, I knew you could trip the light fantastic but had no musical theme you could babble out like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty felicitous with the result."She reached over and touched Bobby's helping hand."It's so in effect to see you. I'm gladiolus 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 chance,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't waiting for tonight."He took her hand and raised it to his brim and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

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

Bree returned, sat down and took a swig 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 happen kind of naturally. I'm sorry, but ..."

"Don't apologize, it's O.K.. 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 lucky guy. But I never figured you'd go to bed with my grandmother !"

This surprised him."Oh, now that, uh, that was an accident. I had cleaned her gutters and my apparel were filthy and a really bad tempest came and then…"

"It's okay, Bobby, it's okay. She must have needed it too."After a shortsighted pause she added,"Maybe you've found your truthful calling."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

Bobby was drinking and he laughed so intemperately beer came out of his nozzle. 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 recognise it, but you've had a very unsounded impression on my mom and grandmother."

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the dark we all met my mom had just kind of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you cat and she was attracted to you and she has her needs so it made sense for you two to hook up even it was only impermanent. But you really made her finger unspoiled about herself. She told me about you going to the company with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ Dr.'and encouraged her to back to school. 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 party she met a man and they've become pretty dangerous about each other. He's an ophthalmologist who came to work in her clinic for three weeks while her genus Bos was on holiday. His name is Gerry. He was just as yarn-dye with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making plans to bring together his exercise as an optometrist.

"And my grandmother was in sort of a rut when you went over to her theatre and fell in the mud. She had lost a darling friend, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health solid food depot, and he had been asking her out for months but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her find sexy and desirable again and she got up the courage to call Moe and see if his invitation was still good. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

"Wow, that's enceinte. I'm very felicitous for her. And summer too."

Summer took another deglutition of beer and took a oceanic abyss breath.

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

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels good to babble about it. A few hebdomad ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to resolve whether to try to keep it, find a new roomie in a metropolis full of harum-scarum, or try to find another place, which is no soft task. All while working and trying to pluck for gigs.

"Or, I have another chance which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would serve on all the production, recital, auditions, as well as any other task they have for me. But I would act on choreography and be involved in the creative appendage, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed case-by-case help. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be livable, and one of the perks is I could take three track credit for unfreeze every semester and in the summertime academic term to work toward a degree. But I'd have to discover a place to dwell, get a car, and eradicate my life from what it's been the last few years.

"So, do I keep open slogging away in New York, scuffling for employment, and give up on a ambition ? Or do I travel back, take a job I know I'd enjoy and be good at, but play it safety ?"

"You could seem at it as a capital opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The free year are a with child fillip. And if you would call for to form duplicate money, I know I could Holy Writ us a few gigs a week as a duo ; with your smell and your vocalisation we'd be golden. But the main point is this : You've gained unbelievable experience the last few years. And that experience could actually possess a invaluable impression on the students you come in tangency with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my teacher said."

"She's right wing. I'd bet few if any people in that department ingest had the experience you have. All the sense of hearing, the casting calls, and the performances you've done. That could be invaluable to young students."

The second pitcher was almost vacate. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their fall guy. Each mug had about two mouthfuls in it.

"Are you busy tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our net public presentation. 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 grandmother and Moe. It's Gerry's treat. Would you get along with me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's compensate. And after dinner party and the old folks leave, we can make a little time 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 household and flashed the porchlight before he drove off.

-- --

Dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived betimes and waited in the anteroom. At about five minutes till seven the onetime folk music arrived. summer looked fine as ever in a red dress and with foresighted hair, now respective in down her spine. Ella was slim and vibrant in a tight black top and baggy flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprised when summer and Ella both hugged him without hesitancy, thus breaking any ice.

unveiling had just been made when a hack pulled up to the front man entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. summer and Ella gave him a sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easy, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a freehanded guy, maybe a few year senior than summer, and had a pretty good sense of humor. And Moe was a real piece of workplace, big and bold, funny as hell and had a ponytail almost as farseeing as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbyes in the lobby. By this time the place had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. drunkenness they could nurse and extend the eventide. At low they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's dilemma. A decisiveness would have to be made soon.

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

"A few years,"she said."There's no rush. I have some 24-hour interval off from the day job and no gigs lined up. I've been concentrating on the employment here for the last few weeks, commuting back and forth a lot. Now that it's over it's variety of a letdown, like ‘ Now what ? ’, you know what I mean ?"

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

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

Bree's oculus became talebearing saucer. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a way key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the mesa following to the former one. Her grin widened but her rent increased.

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

"Well, well,"he said."It's true : smashing minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were capable to shift one of the reservation to the follow night. Bobby figured he had two solar day to convince her that moving back base was the rightfulness affair to do .