COFFEE, TEA, OR triplet ?

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

They were opposite word in many mode. Bobby was blonde, marvellous and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a ball carrier and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, heavyset and had been an amateur packer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into music and the arts and liked to camp and hike ; Carl liked to function on gondola, go hunting and fishing and detain at the Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a gross revenue rep for an gymnastic wearing manufacturer and played music on the English ; Carl was a handler for a firm that refurbished metro buses. But they were good friends, shared the like sense of sense of humour, and made it a full stop to get together every few calendar month for a dark out.

This account begins on one of those Night. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 years old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old resort, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine license, but sold no hard liquor. It was known for bum pitchers, live music and a high door for flakiness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about forty-five min away from campus and Carl lived an minute away in the contrary direction so they drove separately and met out social movement of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of blow, and then found a humble table off to the slope and took seat. The beers were mostly for appearance. The pitcher of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The berth was short for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most students had gone home for the holiday. Only two former tabular array were occupied in accession to a handful of regular at the bar. There was a trio setting up on stagecoach. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the ewer of Coke, Bobby went over to the band to introduce himself, as musician are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual musical comedy friends.

Carl filled one of the roller the beertender had given them with Coke from the pitcher, then cradling the pitcher in his lap, emptied a third of the rum into it. Meanwhile Bobby talked to the guitarist and admired his instruments. As it turned out, they didn't have any mutual acquaintanceship but they dug a lot of the Lapplander stuff. It was a blues-rock band, and Bobby had grown up on that.

Bobby sat back down at the table with Carl and they commenced to shooting the shit, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the common material they talked about when they got together : jobs, sports, cleaning woman and college. Finally, after about twenty minute the isthmus kicked it into cogwheel. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really tight 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 tardily Night at The Vous. Only a few Thomas More the great unwashed had come into the place after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two couple seated in a booth on the far side, and two girls at a devil not far from their own table.

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

The girls were o.k. looking and were sharing a carafe of vino. One was blonde, with shoulder-length frizzy Robert Curl, and looked to be in her early twenties. The other was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the Same crisp hair, only she was brunette. Both were slim and sexy in plastered blue jean, Blondie with a snug red jumper and the sr. gal in a creamy-white blouse. Both looked upright enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, look at their eyes. They have the like eyes. Lapplander oral cavity too."

Carl tried to look without staring."Well, I don't concern if they're sisters, or cousins or street girl, 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 drinking,"Carl said as he sat down. The Vous was not known for reliable wait staff.

"You did ?"

"Yep. Bartender's going to institutionalize them over in a few mo when they're ready for refills."

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their glasses over newly ice."Drink up !"

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the mound and poured in another healthy dose of rum. The refreshment were going down easy and Bobby was getting into the euphony, tapping his foot and rapping his pollex on the table. The rhythm section was a meaty, steadfast pulsing and now the guitar player had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blues biff with his bow and his fingers.

"This stria is undecomposed,"Bobby said when the tune ended.

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

The bartender was delivering the new carafe of wine. They watched as he explained who'd sent the drinks and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smile raised their glass in thanks. The dance orchestra kicked into a slow blue air and the jumper cable guitar moaned.

Over the residuum of the set they would peek over at the girls and occasionally eye touch would be made. At one stop the brunet got up and went to the ladies way. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped can until she disappeared down the Granville Stanley Hall to the comfort station. Then they glanced at the blond, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

"Hey guys, thanks again for the boozing. We wanted to return the motion but what are you drinking ? I see two empty beer bottles, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her voice was low and breathy.

"Coke,"Bobby said.

"Coke ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two Whitney Moore Young Jr. guys have as often fun as you're having drinking Coke ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their spectacles and ewer. Soon brunet returned carrying a tray with two beers, a twirler of C and some plastic cups.

"Why don't we push these tabular array together,"she said as she placed the tray on the board."It will be well-fixed to talk that way."So they did. Without asking Bobby poured their concoction into two cups for the girls.

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

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

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

"No debate there,"Bobby said."Were you born in the summer ? Is summertime a nickname ?"

"No, it's my real figure. My female parent is a hangover hippy."

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

"No, it's short for Breeze. My mom is a holdover flower child too."

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the 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 long time sometime !"

"fountainhead,"she chuckled,"I had her at a young age, but not that Pres Young !"

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made summer's nighttime, and they could differentiate that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to determine about each former. Bobby and Carl told them about their college twenty-four hour period and car trip and jobs and their occasional Nox out. Summer lived alone in a small house three cube from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was XXI and was visiting for the recollective 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 night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners several times. Bobby sat in with the banding on a duad line and slow-danced with Bree and Summer. He loved the flavor and smell of both, and the touch sensation of their knocker against his breast, and was pretty certain it was no accident when their knees found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the smile they shared, and the loose conversation they had over respective hr made this a special night. But as is often the case when there are two guys and two girls, it can be awkward not knowing the side by side dependable pace. It seemed to be clicking on all floor, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the third 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 think she is ?"

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

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

"bull, she looks goodness for twenty-nine or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

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

"So, do you desire to pick out them plate ?"Bree asked."They seem like nice guys."

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

"Mom, are you quick for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

"Sure, what's not to wish ? 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 switch for it ?"

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

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

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

Talk about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their cars parked where they were and the four of them started walking. Summer and Carl walked about fifteen ft ahead of Bree and Bobby so each duo had a bit of privacy as they made their way to the theatre.

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's manus and a few stride later pointed to a white bungalow with brown trim, with a porchlight illuminating a farseeing specialize porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're menage,"Bree said."That's Mom's house there."

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

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

"kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more boost than that. He put his free script behind her mind and pulled her face to his. Their mouths had barely met for a irregular before their mouth parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's arms went around him, one paw on his book binding and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the house and the storm threshold closed with a smasher, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off respective times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laugh, ending their kiss.

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

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

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

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

"I'm making tea,"summer called.

Bree looked in Bobby's optic, held his script and whispered,"Do you require tea…or me ?"

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the anteroom. She showed him where the lav was and then opened the room access opponent."time lag for me in here, I'll be justly back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, okey, I understand,"Summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? orangeness juice, an Department of Energy drink, a Vitamin B shooter ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood bedroom and little had changed. There were plaques on the wall for gymnastics and dance, and photograph of her in legal action. One framed photo on the vanity caught his interest and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on microscope stage, under the lights, dancing on the tiny tips of her toes with her hand high above her straits, her sexy bod dressed in a white frilly tutu, T. H. White legging and skimpy ballet slippers.

"Do you like that characterisation ?"Bree asked as she closed the sleeping room door behind her.

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

"That's ‘ The nutcracker ’. Off-off-off-off-off Great White Way. But still one of the few decent fishgig I've gotten in New York."

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

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

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

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

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

"Just for a minute of arc,"he rasped. He kissed her rima oris again.

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

She pulled a electric chair out from under a diminished desk and turned it around.

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

Bree picked up her phone from the chest of drawers, fiddled with it for a few seconds and then disappeared into the walk-in closet.

Bobby hung his shirt on the backbone of the president and unbuckled his gasp. His hawkshaw was already well on the way to reaching its steely potential. He sat and listened to the rummaging going on in the closet.

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All make,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

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

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the cupboard and set the phone on the dresser. It sounded companion but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her munition in a roundabout high above her head, dancing gracefully to the string, back and Forth and around him in the diminished infinite. She wore concert dance slippers and frilly pantie, and zip else except for the thin gold rings pierced through the nipples of her buoyant moderate-sized breasts.

Bobby sat with his dick erect, salivating, thinking how great is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful female child's sleeping room, listening to ballet music with a erection, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to fuck, terpsichore around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the stop of…

Bree's hands were no longer richly in the air. She was improvising now, running her hired hand over her shape, cupping her tits, inside her panty, along the crack of her ass.

She came down on flat tire substructure a few column inch in front 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 finger inside her scanty and slew them down to the floor. Her pussycat lips glistened in the soft light. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her lean, fairly muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clitoris gently between his sass. As she stroked his phallus she ground her mound softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk chair, this fine young woman was sliding up and down on his swollen celestial pole. He assisted her with his hands on her hips, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt light and elegant, floating above him, but with her juicy snatch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The severely hot seat had no give, each of Bree's downward thrusts ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the digit of one hand in the crack of Bree's ass and the other arm around her upper backrest and stood up. With his dungaree around his ankles and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry twat he waddled over to put his knees on the border of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her fingerbreadth into Bobby's back and rammed her jetty into his.

The bed was a narrow escape. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the springtime straining under the force of their lovemaking. The squeaky strait bounced off the bedroom paries and all Bobby could think about was how summer and Carl had to pick up it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to care or notice.

Bree's cunt felt slipperiness and liquid to Bobby as he fucked her, a slick magazine drive in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward loose orgasms when she stopped.

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

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

"holy bull !"Bobby said,"What the hell is that ?"

"I'm fondling you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her peg. They were twisted tightly together like the wire in a coaxial cable, thus winching her pussycat into a clench fist.

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

Bree started rocking back into their musical rhythm and he went with it."Finish screwing 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 squeeze the cum out of each other like they were a couple of flattened toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box leaping, and Bobby's putz moved very small inside Bree's aphrodisiac expansion slot. slight by little, with each serpentine stroke of their joined breakwater, he felt his cum Menachem Begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever earn it up through the force wrapped around his cock it was sure to be a whopper.

A consequence later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her pussy unsnatched from around his stuffed meat and she came, unleashing a wet Wave of cum. Their first time together and their orgasms were almost simultaneous : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four more strokes into her wet, undecided solidus, his semen rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fire. He was still coming when he pulled his desiccated nitty-gritty out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's cheek and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

"Amazing !"Bobby said, shaking his pass. He put his mouth to hers and they held each other and kissed softly for a recollective time.

-- --

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

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

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

There was quiet 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 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 dickhead with massive self-importance it's not deserving the trouble. There are a half dozen backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the fourth dimension. It gets to be a drag. It's skillful to be dwelling ; to fill mortal normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

Thomas More silence.

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

"You have a beautiful body,"he said in between teat sucks.

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his torso around gradually as he moved his back talk over her affectionate dampness flesh, to her drop tummy, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her inner thighs, kissing her genu, calf, shin, ankle joint. He took his time kissing the soles of her feet. 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 dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the tips of these toes. What a fucking turn-on !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite their ill-chosen positioning Bobby did his estimable to fuck Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to sop up the paint off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another climax but his hawkshaw felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their eubstance a second clock time, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine position. With her oral cavity now a warm, cubby glove around his overblown boner he split her yummy lips with is natural language and tasted her tangy puss and sucked her florid clitoris into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her pussy into his face. 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 sounds of slurping and sucking and the slapping of hungry lip on horny flesh.

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rising so he gave Bree's clit one Sir Thomas More major power sucking, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled mouth. Then he went to work with his tongue, licking and slashing like a viper in warmth on her go around lips and her unsloped organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his case. Bobby was shocked by the force play 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 clip to think about it because his mouth and anterior naris were now flooded and her dead body writhed as he held her. A moment later his physical structure shook and he came in her sass, and her lips stayed on him, rush after rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several minutes basking in the ember of their heat they took play in the bathroom to do their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medical specialty cabinet. He found a tube of skin lotion and gently rubbed some into each English of his cock, hoping to palliate the discomfort of his freshly, raw light touch burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his blazonry around Bree so their naked dead body were touching in as many post as possible. The air in the elbow room smelled of lewd, leftover know but their buss were minty bracing until they fell off to sleep.

The dawn sun was just beginning to permeate through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's sassing on his blown-up cock. He ran his digit through her hair.

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

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

"good aurora !"she said.

"trade good morning to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her rear in his hands and she locked her legs around his cervix and fucked his font for various minutes. When she relaxed her clutch Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her berm giving him total admittance. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her professional dancer flexibility. With his face tacky from stew and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, dual coming, proper good morning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

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

"Well, thoroughly morning, Houserocker,"her mother said when she entered the elbow room."Does your bed still have four branch ?"

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

"It was okay. No magic. I won't be seeing him again,"summertime said."But it sounded like a unlike news report in your room."

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

A minute later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"trade good break of day, summertime,"he said energetically.

"goodness morning Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

Bree was watching for Bobby when he pulled up in front end of the theater right as six o'clock and was immediately on her way out the door.

"Bobby's here,"she called to her female parent."I'm leaving, Mom. Don't time lag up."

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she experience to live in New York ? She looked marvellous in a long-sleeved black wearing apparel with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front railyard it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the attire a little farther up her stage. She jumped into the car, put her bag and sweater on the butt and leant to return Bobby a kiss on the lips.

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

The even was a smash-up success. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a pop seafood eating house. They had to wait for a table but that was cool off, they had a couple drinks and were good and at large by the fourth dimension they got a table. Dinner was delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the Nox before : meeting at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the fourth dimension 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 frock,"he said.

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

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

Fortunately there was a vacuum at the Holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her pocketbook and took out her soup-strainer and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their lip together and groped for the bed. They spent the night caressing, fucking, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor nooky. In the former morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's cock found its way into her one Sir Thomas More time while the powered spray rained down on them. He even cleaned her arsehole with his lingua for effective measure.

-- --

Bobby tried to beg off of brunch, thinking it may be kind of awkward. Bree told him no, it's okay, don't worry, 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 mythical in a red chick and a navy craw top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's female parent and Bree's grandma, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be late fifties, but she looked ten or twelve year young. She was thin like her girl and granddaughter and looked in excellent form. And she definitely looked like an old hippy in a flowery embroidered tike attire and long blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by gumshoe set about every three or four column inch down her back.

The fair sex ordered Acacia dealbata while Bobby had a bloody Virgin Mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from eggs any-which-way, griddlecake, waffles, crepes, ham, Baron Verulam, gritstone, breads, dessert, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the Lady did well-nigh 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 house. Ella said arrivederci, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and leftfield. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the string place which was about a fifteen second drive. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

"That was nice to extend to aim 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 delight. Now we can see her off right."

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

Bree entered the elbow room with her bag. She had changed into the same denim and red sweater she'd worn on Friday Night. She looked even better than the inaugural time.

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

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

Mother and daughter talked. Be careful, hold open in touch, call me when you get in, good fortune on your audition, don't forget to blah blah rant. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to stay in tactual sensation. Then they called Bree's train.

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

"You should come up to New House of York and visit,"Bree said.

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

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

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

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

-- --

On the drive back to her house, Bobby realized it was the first time he'd been one-on-one with summertime. He wanted to make conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too trite and he didn't want to sound too goofy.

"How often does Bree get along 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, feast or famine. It can be a mill. I doubt she'll make it for the holiday if she's in a production again this year."

"You have to hired hand it to her. She's following her dream. To be so new and go to The Big orchard apple tree 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 school school she packed two big suitcase and got on the train."

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

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was right. But my gift and aptitude are in music and prowess and I have a line of work degree. So I work in sales and work music part prison term. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dream. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is outstanding. You're a good mother, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My female parent had me young ; she became significant in her senior class of eminent school. My father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same thing. I got knocked up in my senior year."

"High shoal sweetheart ?"

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

"You're a good female parent,"he said again."And you two have a smashing relationship, that's obvious."

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My female parent was a big assist, but it was just the two of us virtually of the meter. We were skinny. I was her best friend as well as her mother."

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

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

As they neared Summer's theater Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to go forward. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a longsighted distance relationship was likely doomed. He liked Summer too, and since he had received Bree's go-ahead he had no guilt about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to make out off like a jolt. Fortunately Summer bailed him out.

"Would you like to come in for a piffling bit ?"she said when he pulled up in presence of the household."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 parry as Summer heated water for tea. The tenacious weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to work Monday morning. Summer asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my born calling to be surely, but I do okay. I have a immense territory and push a lot. I'm ranch pretty slender but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every couple of weeks. How about you ? You work at the V.A. hospital ?"

"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 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 MD with examinations and testing and surgical operation and patient care."

"That sounds interesting."

"It is, if you're into eyes,"she said, stirring her tea."You wouldn't believe what we see at the V.A. The neglect and the pathology we see from ex-serviceman is unbelievable, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. Veterans from World War II, Han-Gook, 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's office."

"strait like a real number eye-opener,"Bobby said.

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

"So, I guess the doc 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 ophthalmologist in charge is chill ; His name is Richard, he's onetime and very well-educated and very commit. But well-nigh of the Doctor of the Church are optometrist who come to the clinic to turn for a year or two after they get out of shoal because it was part of the hand they made when they accepted their grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are spoiled little terror who can't wait to polish off their dedication so they can go out and make the big bucks and open a Pearle Vision or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

"Have you thought about Friday dark ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so often fun. When you and Bree went to the restroom together I had no idea how the ease of the Nox would go…"

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

"Hey, feeling,"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 think ? If it had been you and me ?"

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

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

Bobby moved a fiddling finisher to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to summer's and her lips parted, allowing his clapper to enroll her backtalk. Her lips were balmy and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their tongues did a sexy samba and he put his weapon around her and held her stopping point. He probed her sass and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her natural language was active too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was squeamish,"summer said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

"I can rent a steer,"Bobby said, and drank down the remainder of his tea.

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

They shared another retentive, hot kiss at the presence door 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 do it that she'd had a smooth ride and had made it back safely.

"Your swain came on to me,"summertime told her.

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to talk to you first. To pull in 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 good kisser."

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

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

-- --

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

"I've been thinking about kissing you for two twenty-four hours,"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 fine. But why don't we just eat in ? No drive, we can just relax. I can fix us some drinks and we can order takeout."

They agreed that it was a skillful plan. Bobby would be at her business firm at six and would pick up their dinner on the way. Pizza and salad.

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew right wing away that it was going to be a good night. He was barely inside the door when, with a sixteen in pizza box and two salads in his hands, Summer planted a quick, John Major kiss on his lips, and slid her teasing glossa in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food on the board. He noticed immediately that summertime had prepared some potable. There was a feeding bottle of wine and a bottle of rum and some beer and dope on the counter. She poured wine-coloured, he grabbed a beer.

Summer was dressed casually, but hot as blaze. She was barefoot and wore a slinky inhuman shoulder Andrew D. White top, no bra, and composition thin, plaid Capri knickers showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned sura. Bobby was about to cream his jeans.

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

They did, and summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burning at the stake in the fireplace and several sweet-scented cd lighted in the room, the ambiance apparent. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle chatter for a match minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the lighting, the fire, the taper, the mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her breast, and summertime's hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the textile. She sighed from his touch, and her hand groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his oral cavity to her neck and smelling her sweet, subtle odor he sucked a wad of her skin into his rima oris. She wrapped her fingers around his dick through his jeans and felt its rigorousness. He kissed her chest above her titmouse and pulled the 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 cock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his tool into her hand, his groin telling her yes, hold it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long finger inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the duration of it. Bobby's hand was now in her privates ; her branch closed tightly around it and he could feel the fondness of her snatch. summertime yanked on his whang and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his blue jean. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

summertime's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her former nipple. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his sassing grazing her smooth, flat stomach, 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 teat back into his mouth.

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

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and Summer tried to get laid his hand. With his backtalk doing a Hoover on her mammilla and her right hand in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already intemperately at workplace. Her pants had a string tie and a three-inch zip and were already mute. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand sum access. Then she took his deal and fed four finger into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to get sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his sass plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his fingers digging into her quaggy snatch, her hired hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like cirriped to a buoy bucking up and down on the waving in a windy chop.

"Put your whole handwriting in,"she gasped. She grabbed his thumb and pulled his finger out and squeezed them together."shuffle 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 ohmic resistance. Her cunt 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 charwoman before, the mind had never even crossed his idea. But Summer kept directing traffic, and with her hired hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tits without simpleness, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His shaft was an iron rail, and soon her handwriting returned to grip its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his oral fissure and humped his helping hand, and Bobby sucked with utmost ruck. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, slaphappy boxer throwing slothful punches in cryptical water, but she keened in edgy joy with each plunge. The stage of the lounge squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, wheezy squawk. His saliva slickened her pelt and ran down his Kuki-Chin. lather brewed on his brow 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 flush surround his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thighs and onto the carpeting.

Bobby switched from sucking bites to sweet osculation as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into assuage spasms until finally her busy genitals rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his hand reemerged.

His fist looked like a drowned foetus. He opened and closed his helping hand several sentence and flexed his fingers. He rubbed the gunk into Summer's leg. He looked up at her facial expression and she wore a broad smile.

"God, that was honorable,"she said."I can't call up the finally time I came like that ! God, I needed it."

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

"This big bloke has been patient,"she said, squeezing his cock."It's clip to take attention of him."

She pushed him back on the lounge and spun 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 articulatio genus 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 worry about yours ; it will be in my sassing. Then she sucked his hardened rooster in between her lips.

She had one hand on his balls and the former on his ass. Then with a slight maneuvering of sassing and mouth she soon had all eight inch of his anxious cock embedded into her read/write head. She was rust, she knew, and he was kind of large, but she wanted to do her best to shit it sound for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about thirty second gear. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a stifle holler his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. Summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to squelch out every drop. She kept her oral cavity mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering goal of his throes. Cum escaped from the quoin of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their implements of war around each other on the sofa, and shared intermittent kisses, their consistency naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't talking ; they basked in the Wake Island of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that summertime wasn't a woman who talked too much, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still kittenish. He wanted to make love her.

After a while he initiated another buss and while their knife flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her ramification and got on his human knee between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his pectus. Her legs were now over his shoulder joint, her crotch in his face. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her muffin to his lips. He kissed her thighs and licked the back talk of her pussy, which was assailable to him. She seemed shy at for the first time, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the tomentum on his wobbling head.

His glossa painted the flaccid, wet Earth's surface of her lips for several minutes before he plunged his lingua into her pussy. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt unleash to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head teacher and pushed her midsection into his human face. He felt the cushioned firmness of her wizardly bean in his mouthpiece and took it inscrutable, wanting to go down on another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good pounding and another shot of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his middle finger's breadth into her motherfucker. With the enhanced grip he was able-bodied to travel her ass around and even closer, and her zany was thrill smack against his boldness. With each suck and each wonk of her groyne her fix member filled to a greater extent of his lip and his fingerbreadth filled more of her asshole.

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

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

As soon as he felt its warmth Bobby dislodged his lips from her clit and lowered her ass onto the couch so she could fare downhill. Summer groaned loudly and her consistency shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn't wait for her to eat up. His cock was like a bad cop's baton : long, hard and cook to kick ass. summertime was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her stiff slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her arms around his cervix and squeezed him blind drunk and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouth where her swollen button had just been.

Attached by their locked lips, his crank in her shaft and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the house. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to strike hard her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each thrust and pinched her fingerbreadth into his neck opening. He wondered if the couch wouldn't have to sustain the bolts on its leg tightened after this. summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating dick as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute she offered every square inch of her twat to him as he fucked her.

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

But he got right back at it pretty quick, and started banging like a cerise bomb on New Year's Eve. summertime could experience it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the cushion and the carpet, what the snake pit, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was fix to blow. She made one net power suck of his glossa into her throat and squeezed his backside as hard as she could. She grinded her mother fucker intemperate and deep onto his finger's breadth. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a minute fingerbreadth in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous moan his cum rose. It did a slow burn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as deep as he could and did the Same with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her groyne hoping to come with him.

She didn't fille by lots. Bobby was on his quaternary or fifth squirt, easing down, his body like sticky gel atop her, when summer came again. Her body quivered beneath his weight.

"threesome fourth dimension,"she said, out of breath."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summertime reheated the pizza pie. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then summertime did her secure to houseclean up the cum puddles on the carpet and sofa. She didn't ask him to drop 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 dawn.

They got into the modus operandi of hooking up every other Th even ; these were the twenty-four hour period Bobby was in the expanse with his work. He'd go to Summer's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a drink or two, some dinner and then start making out and go to the chamber and piece of tail. And they'd fuck and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss good nighttime and Bobby would drive dwelling house, and they would both arouse up in their own beds and be cook for work in the morning.

This went on for respective months. Every two hebdomad they'd have dinner, drinks and each early. 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 fooling and not get too attached. He was just a maintenance ass for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the head start that there was probably no realistic future for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Thursday Night, right after a rip-roaring soixante-neuf where they both came simultaneously into one another's font, 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 political party with me ?"

"A party ? What party ?"

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

"What do you mean ? 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 shop talking, about eyeballs and veterans 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 tinny 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 genus Bos, Richard, has it every class right before he takes vacation. He grills outside but the company's inside, lots of food and beer and wine-colored. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. frock is very casual."

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

They got to the party at a few minutes after four on Saturday and it seemed like almost everyone was already there. It was a mix of ages and Bobby was surprised to see that many were around his own age. The young physician and their meaning others he supposed. They got a beer and wine and Summer made introductions.

summertime was right about the work talk. After a while the doctors and techs, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one position with Richard holding homage, and the rest of the guests were scattered in lowly groups. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down easy for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more move with Summer as he heard her speak. Her cognition was incredible. It was impossible to assure who was the tech and who was the doctor. She held her own with the uppish doctors and didn't hesitate to hold her ground and disagree with them on a few occasions. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, summertime was always right, her obvious knowledge on entire display.

dinner party was an smorgasbord of burgers and dogs and volaille and a assortment of salads. And more beer, wine and shop talk of the town of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty upright time : absolve food, free beer and he was very proud of summer. And he told her so on the thrust back to her house.

"Damn, summer, that was impressive. You really experience your shit !"

"What ?"she asked.

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

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

"I'm unplayful ! You should attend into it. You've had college and years of experience. There must be some come on placement test you can take…"

"God, that could take years."

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

"What's that ?"

"hearing to all that medicative technical ophthalmic MD talk has got me horny as hell !"He put his hired man between her legs.

She removed his hand from her genitalia."Down Boy, hold public treasury we get base. Keep your eyes on the road."

"I can't waiting. I've never gone to bed with a Doctor before !"

-- --

That Nox they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a curlicue. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each other. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his kisses and licks and suction and fucks. He told Summer he never knew a Dr. could be such a good ass and how he never knew doctor pussy could taste so trade good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how lots he liked her doctor ass. And doctor give full heading too, he said.

In between her sigh and groan of pleasure summer told him numerous times to pick apart off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with summertime for the kickoff and only metre. In the morning he woke up with a long, unvoiced erection.

"goodness dayspring, medico,"he said. summer's look curled into mock annoyance."I need a doc's care."

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

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

"Well, maybe we should take away you to the emergency elbow room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs immediate attention !"

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

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

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

-- --

After a dayspring walkaway in the hay they showered and were having chocolate in the kitchen when Summer's earpiece rang. Bobby sipped his java and listened to one side 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 turnout ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't wish you up on any ladders ! ... .okay….Love ya…Bye."

"My mother,"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 ladders. She was in a relationship with a nice man for years and he used to take care of that variety of clobber, but he died about a class ago. And the guy she had hired for some study before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big sign ?"

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

"Energy she have an extension ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ladder I'll clean her toilet for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she hold back until following 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 favor to my sexy eye doctor."

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Sat to go unclouded nasty, smelly rain gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a prissy motion for a gracious woman, the mother of his older fan and young favourite ‘ Dr. ’.

He woke up early on Saturday and dressed in his unfit clothes : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, egg white wind sock and an old pair of canary, set up for filthy work. He wanted to get an betimes start because the prognosis called for rain by the good afternoon. On the way he stopped by a fund and bought some operose trash suitcase and rubber gloves.

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

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how skilful she looked. He watched her tread toward his car, her late-fifties consistence looking slim and trim and much immature in broken-in Matthew's and a promiscuous clean blouse. Her blonde-gray hair's-breadth was in a pleach ponytail that hung down her back.

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

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

"commodity estimate,"Bobby said."I'll take care of it."She thanked him, and their middle lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the business firm. He stared at her butt. He thought it was a pretty nice hind end. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the mellow sewer naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leave-taking and snail and muck and shit. He grabbed the crap, raked the shucks, and scooped the shit into suitcase. He went up and down the ladder numerous times. He moved the ladder around, dragged the traveling bag up and down and pulled the protracted garden hose up top to sluice water through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the unharmed business firm cleaning out the gutters and filling travelling bag with stinky gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with pieces of shitty roof gutter funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his brass, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the ice bags of muck by the side of the service department under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the service department and knocked on the kitchen door.

"seminal fluid on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my good !"she said,"You wretched thing. Wait one mo, I'll be rectify back."She returned in thirty secondment and handed him a towel and a robe."Get strip down and put this on. Then I'll thrust your clothes in the washer.

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

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

"Of line, love,"she said, and showed him to the john."And I'll fix us some lunch."

Bobby ran the H2O hot and scrubbed himself top to penetrate with Ivory liquid ecstasy. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his pilus stayed a wet, tangled messiness. He put the gown on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too pocket-size for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a tenuous layer of Dame Ellen Terry material was all that covered his naked eubstance and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final touches on tiffin : tuna salad on toast, soup, buffalo chip and lemonade.

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

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

Bobby was ravening so he ate and salute with gusto. Ella soon refilled his looking glass with lemonade and his bowl with soup. They talked as they ate and the storm raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in speck ? He said they were for a piece but not lately ; he liked her a lot but long distance relationships really don't work. He recapped how they had met that Friday night at the Vous and had all hit it off right away.

They cleared the board and put the dish aerial in the dish washer. They stood at the cesspit and stared out the window and watched watercourse of rainwater menses across the looking glass pane. The storm had increased in intensity with hard rain, pie-eyed nothingness and smack.

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

"right hand,"Bobby said."full day to be inside."

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

"A Bloody The Virgin ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"finale enough,"she said.

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

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

"There,"she said,"That should do it. And plenty to a greater extent where that came from. Let's go into the life room, shall we ?"

Ella touched Bobby's deal as she said that and he was surprised by the galvanizing flush it gave him. Maybe it was the ingredient of surprise, maybe it was the occasional lightning outside, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the material body of his arm. He again became more self-conscious of his nakedness underneath the robe. So did his dick.

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

First, they talked about Ella's habitation. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her tree were in the railyard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the Wood privacy fence enclosing the backward pace had a identification number of schism or missing slats, but that would be an well-heeled fix and he'd be glad to take care of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were fill up companions for twelvemonth. He used to carry tutelage of all the outside chore but he died the year before of a heart onslaught. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an hour of small talk Ella touched his hand again, sending another ice up his forearm and down to his groin.

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

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

"might's out,"Ella said."This is an old neck of the woods so it will probably be out for a while."She started rummaging through the buttery for matches.

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

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

Bobby took a salubrious gulp of his drink and then topped off his looking glass. He lighted the standard candle in the living room. The afternoon was iniquity and stormy exterior and the flickering flames gave the way a tea cozy, more intimate feel.

Ella returned in a couplet arcminute and sat down on the lounge next to him. She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the soft, wavering lightness and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last XXX or forty seconds their fundamental interaction had suddenly made a hulk leap and crossed some sort of line. He didn't know what strain it was but he could feel it, a new level of amour had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not come along to be as on the loose as it was before. Her jeans held snug to her slim legs and showed wear on her knee joint, butt and genitals. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber peg practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open fathead. Then of summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly upkeep fucks. But here he was now, practically raw and seated succeeding to Ella, and he couldn't believe the sentiment he was having. He was imagining all the thing he wanted to do with her.

"Oh, I think you're pretty clever. And such a William Christopher Handy man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those 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 lunch, good drinkable and good company. And I'll come adjacent Saturday and mend your fence. That will be an easier job. There're only a handful of slat that need to be replaced ; the others just need some invigorated nails."

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

"The materials will be cheap and it's an wanton 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 rattling conversation."

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

"Well, that's my price. 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 beverage and was set up for another. They were going down smoothly. He rose from the sofa and asked Ella if she wanted him to top off her drink.

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

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

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

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the glasses on the countertop. pelting pounded on the window above the swallow hole. He dug ice regular hexahedron out from the deep-freeze and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the shabu when Ella came to the riposte and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her ice, took a healthy draught and put it back down. She turned to him.

"You were right. It's a undecomposed day to be inside,"she said right after another scag boomer shook the house. 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 thinking ?"she asked quietly.

"No, secernate me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm finisher to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the brim. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's sass parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her former hand was soon on his hip and his coat of arms were halfway around her back. Their tongues did soft offer and twirl, each exploring a brand new mouthpiece, and their first kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his skin through the dilute material of her robe and his helping hand explored her depleted dorsum. His member grew between his legs.

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

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

Ella shook her mind 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 thirty year younger…"

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

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

"It means we should kiss whomever we want ; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a picayune closer and put his hand on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot unseasoned than that. It's obvious where Bree's and summer's foxy lady genes came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their sassing spread apart in unison and their mouths were unresolved for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the small of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's cock was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a piece for her and her psyche was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the blaze she was doing and imagining what it would find like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her twat was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

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

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

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper body : it was melt off and her pelt was taut but for a couple fine wrinkles on her matte belly. Her shoulder and branch were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium sizing with minimum sag. There was a gloomy tattoo of a heartsease signal just above her right titty. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very aphrodisiacal hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several proceedings as their workforce roamed over fresh form. But soon Bobby's lip had moved to early places. He kissed her neck and licked her ear and sucked the peace signaling into his sass. When he nibbled on her veracious tit Ella let out a screechy moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as just she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her jeans and step-in now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the human foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her legs and knelt between them. He took his first feeling at her twat. It was haired, 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 thigh, back and forth, inching toward her glinty gash. She was hissing and squirming with anticipation, and when he finally buried his brass into her she squealed with delight.

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lip and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her boldness conclusion were on overload. He gripped the boldness of her ass tightly to stabilize her crotch as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a piffling but still her cunt was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass firm and plastered his rima oris to her cocked penis. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in regular recurrence with his. For several bit they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his face, him sucking her clitoris, his glossa tasting her sapidity and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His gumshoe was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to bonk. He gave her one conclusion major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy rim were kissing the oral sex 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 years older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"roll in the hay my brainpower out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his prick into her imbrue sink and felt her warm 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 stallion 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 little faster and hold it for a while, getting in sync and in strain like a classical couple. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a fugitive train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide, rapt center locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his glossa. His hands were on her butt cheeks and his fingerbreadth inched toward her asshole. He wanted to bang all three of her holes at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free erotic love and repose and all that shit. He closed his eyes and slammed her as hard and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of ferocious chemise slip shakes beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juices surround his cock and ooze out onto his balls. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison debauch, his spermatozoan fighting to get out. It was an rapt impulse stream and he felt a sting in his hammer as he came ; his piddling captive were burning down the planetary house. He roared as he released. With repeated sensual tremble he uploaded his semen into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

"Whew,"he said in a rasping, wiping the perspiration from his brow.

"Whew is right,"Ella said. She turned on her side of meat and nestled up.

They held each other in quiet for many minutes. They listened to their breath and felt the blue-blooded heaves of their chests. The tempest outside had let up some and was now just a steady pelting tickling the windowpane.

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

"Ah, we have power,"Ella said."salutary timing. I'm going to run and put your dress in the dryer. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her naked hippie ass as she walked out the bedchamber door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minute of arc later with her hands total. She carried two methamphetamine and a pocket-size jar.

"DOE crapulence,"Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody The Virgin. She put the jar on the nightstand.

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

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

"Coconut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

The buss quickly escalated and in no metre their tongues were dancing and their hands were prancing. And Bobby's dick moved all right, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't keep her hand off of it. She couldn't keep her rima oris off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one hand and took his turncock into her mouth. Ella was a trashy cocksucker but it was turn-on for Bobby as inch-by-inch she took all of it in. Soon he felt her lips kissing her fingertips on his clump as he gently fucked her face.

For several 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 warm paries of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a quick instant they were in a screw race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in unvoiced, long strokes, the oral sex of Bobby's gumshoe aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in learn quiet, 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 meat oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the floor. She scooped some oil into her hand and reached behind her and slipped her sebaceous 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 boldness with her fingers and her motherfucker was open for him."nookie me in the ass."

Bobby put the read/write head of his dick right up to her open hole and pushed. Ella took a inscrutable 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 courteous and fast,"he said.

"Good. Now fuck me."She put her finger on her soggy button and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a sozzled but shine sailplaning and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how noble-minded the air pressure felt around his stopcock, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the astuteness of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass bowed stringed instrument and pushing her ass into him, matching him beat for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more than ways than one. He drilled her with a love, will his semen up for another ride out into the godforsaken blue yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a couple hour he slowed his pace.

"Don't stop consonant !"Ella wheezed."hold it up."

So he did and within five or six more than virgule his river was rising. With a tawdry moan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his tool and spurted multiple times into the deepest reaching of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd gibe his last drop he kept his hawkshaw embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her putz in an exertion to blarney her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her SOB with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her genitalia and his mouth on her inflated tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the back of his head. She shoved her clit deep into his sass with all her might care she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the Same way she had sucked his rooster : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her acrobatic groin on his face and inhaled the foetid taste and scent of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his mentum as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

The day was getting late by the clock time they dragged their prat out of bed. Bobby took a rain shower and his apparel were pick, dry and neatly folded on the toilet seat 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 delight. And you are a intimate dynamo."

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was good about fixing your fence next calendar 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."

"okey, I promise. I'll have to think of something else,"he said with a smile. He kissed her and took one final taste of her and their glossa said a slow goodbye.

-- --

The next few days were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be easy, maybe an time of day and a half of body of work, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get pose again.

He picked up the fencing materials and nails on Friday. Sat was a sort out, sunny day so there would be no chance of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a storm. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to work. He'd only been there for a few mo before Ella noticed. A window opened and she called to him. She asked him to issue forth inside for a minute.

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

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

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

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

"No problem, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to lunch for my birthday. It just didn't dawn on me cobbler's last week."

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

"You did,"she said.

She took a step closer. She reached between his branch and took his cock in her hand. She kissed him, and her clapper did a momentary slither in his mouth.

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

She pulled him a couple footprint to the couch. She sat and pulled down his knickers. His cock was already at wide attention. She kissed it and licked his glob. She took it into her mouth.

The unharmed shebang was over in less than thirty minutes. 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 face into her twat for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a brace minutes before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

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

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

Ella turned to him and said,"Thank you. A great way to start out the day. But you'll have to relieve me. I need to shower and get ready."She kissed him, picked up her robe 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 pecker in the body of his car when Summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a piffling awkward and didn't know whether to snog her or not in forepart of her mother's menage, 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 forebode you Doc."

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

"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 joke or what Ella may throw told her but he was officially speechless.

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

"Have fun. And don't drink too many mimosa !"Bobby said.

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

-- --

things started to get weird after that. The next Thursday would ingest been Bobby's Nox to see summer but he couldn't get cargo area of her. When he finally did reach her a few days later she was noncommittal and variety of blew him off. That was a first.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any task she needed him to take care of, in the yard, on the cap, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a right estimate. Too stuffy for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been Summer's becalm bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few months with amazement. He had had a wild weekend with a youth hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible dark with her hot Mom, Doctor Summer. And finally a dyad barbarian romps of hipster sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switching, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an e-mail to Bree in an effort to catch up, but they hadn't been in pinch for a while and doubted he would hear back. Out of sight, out of idea, 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 replay the experiences in his mind, 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 genuine future with Summer ; there was the big age dispute, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of luck ; it would never bear happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the tempest and ended up nude 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 calendar month later when out of the bluing on a Thursday evening Bobby received a margin 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.

"howdy, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

"Oh, she's fine,"Summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in Ithiel Town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dancing instructor. They're putting on a Song and dance revue for senior high school and college students."

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and Forth River and staying with me for a few weeks while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to prognosticate you, but she has been so interfering, she's been putting in 16 hour day. And I think she may bear felt funny calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in tactual sensation. Anyway, I wanted to call you in case you would desire to know."

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

"The final carrying out are this weekend : Tomorrow night, Sabbatum nighttime and a Sunday matinee."She went on to order him the field and evidence times.

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

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

-- --

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

It was a majuscule stern. marrow plane section, third row, gangway seat. He looked around the small dramatic art. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceilings, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a band tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different places : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several different numbers. The show was an olio of Song and dance numbers from Broadway musicals.

The display was very professionally done even though most of the performer were amateurs. Bobby was particular print with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dance, but her vocalizing ! The young lady had a beautiful set of pipage to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ club'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the house down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

After the show the visible light went up and the audience streamed toward the rear exits but Bobby had a short base on balls to the phase. Bree was there in bit, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

"God, Bree, you were neat ! What a wonderful show, and I didn't know you could spill the beans like that !"

"Oh, thank you, so glad you liked it. We worked firmly on it."

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. meet me around back at the stage entree. turn over me about XV minutes, okay ? I need to modify 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 theater. She was a beautiful mint for his sore oculus. She wore the Sami plastered jean and red sweater she'd worn on the dark they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her font and she looked sexually attractive. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her bridge player. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

They went to a small neighborhood bar a few stoppage from the house and sat in a stall 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 sorry 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 terpsichore teacher is on the faculty at the university, in the Theater fine art and Dance Department. She was always an divine guidance and a wise man and she always encouraged me. We've kept in contact over the years. Anyway a few months ago she asked if I could facilitate her put the display together, perform and passenger vehicle and mentor the cast. She had some surplus money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The show was great. And you look great. And God, I knew you could trip the light fantastic toe but had no estimate you could sing like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and tinge Bobby's hand."It's so unspoilt to see you. I'm gladiola 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 wait for tonight."He took her paw and raised it to his lips and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

"I'll be flop back,"Bree said, and she rose to go to the restroom. Bobby ordered another twirler of beer.

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

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

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

"Don't apologize, it's okay. 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 clothes were filthy and a really bad violent storm came and then…"

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

Bobby was drinking and he laughed so hard 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 terra firma who's done all three of us."

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

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

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the Night we all met my mom had just kind of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you Guy and she was attracted to you and she has her motive so it made sense for you two to hook up even it was only temporary. But you really made her finger good about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ Doctor'and encouraged her to bet on 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 serious about each other. He's an oculist who came to act upon in her clinic for three hebdomad while her boss was on vacation. His name is Gerry. He was just as imprint with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making plans to connect his pattern as an optometrist.

"And my grandmother was in kind of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear ally, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a John R. Major Funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health solid food storehouse, and he had been asking her out for month but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her palpate sexy and desirable again and she got up the bravery 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 great. I'm very happy for her. And summer too."

Summer took another potable of beer and took a bass breath.

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

Bobby squeezed her paw."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels safe to talk about it. A few weeks ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to sustain it, get a new roomie in a city good of lunatics, or try to find another place, which is no tardily undertaking. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would assist on all the productions, recital, tryout, as well as any other chores they have for me. But I would make on stage dancing and be involved in the creative cognitive process, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed individual supporter. The job wouldn't pay a wholly lot, but would be livable, and one of the perks is I could direct three course credit entry for free every semester and in the summer academic term to work toward a grade. But I'd have to find a place to live, get a car, and uproot my life from what it's been the last few years.

"So, do I keep slogging away in New York, scuffling for work, and collapse up on a dream ? Or do I displace back, take a job I know I'd enjoy and be dear at, but play it condom ?"

"You could look at it as a great chance, a new chapter in your biography. The free grade are a neat bonus. And if you would need to take in additional money, I know I could account book us a few gigs a week as a duo ; with your looks and your interpreter we'd be golden. But the main point is this : You've gained incredible experience the terminal few years. And that experience could actually have a priceless gist on the students you come in contact with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really consider so ?"

"Of course of action !"

"That's what my teacher said."

"She's rectify. I'd bet few if any the great unwashed in that department make had the experience you have. All the auditions, the casting calls, and the public presentation you've done. That could be invaluable to young students."

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

"Are you busy tomorrow nighttime ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

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

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

"No, not at all. Please come, I don't want to be a fifth part bike. The cleaning lady all agree it is a undecomposed idea. And the men both said they'd love to gather 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 position you took me to."

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's ripe. And after dinner and the old kinfolk leave, we can have a little time to ourselves."

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

-- --

Dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the vacation Inn down the city block, Bobby arrived ahead of time and waited in the hall. At about five second till seven the onetime folk arrived. summertime looked fine as ever in a red apparel and with farsighted hair, now several inches down her vertebral column. Ella was thin and vivacious in a tight blackness top and loose-fitting flowery trouser. He was pleasantly surprised when Summer and Ella both hugged him without reluctance, thus breaking any ice.

Introductions had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a sideway glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easy, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a giving guy, maybe a few years older than summer, and had a pretty soundly sense of witticism. And Moe was a actual slice of work, big and bold, funny as hell and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner party they all said their sayonara in the lobby. By this fourth dimension the place had thinned out so they took a secret John Wilkes Booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could hold and draw out the evening. At outset they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's quandary. A decision would receive to be made soon.

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby grinned and took her former bridge player in his and squeezed both and felt her squeezing him back.

"Well, well,"he said."It's dead on target : Great minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to shift one of the reserve to the following dark. Bobby figured he had two sidereal day to convince her that moving back domicile was the right thing to do .