COFFEE, TEA, OR tierce ?

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

They were contrary in many ways. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a base runner and a musician ; Carl was black-haired, thick and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into music and the artistry and liked to bivouac and hike ; Carl liked to work on cars, go hunting and fishing and stay at the Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic wear manufacturer and played music on the English ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished metro coach. But they were good friends, shared the same sense of humor, and made it a tip to get together every few calendar month for a night out.

This story begins on one of those nights. 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 hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine-coloured permit, but sold no hard liquor. It was known for cheap mound, live music and a eminent limen for daftness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about xlv minutes away from campus and Carl lived an 60 minutes away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out front man of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a small tabular array off to the slope and took fundament. The beers were mostly for show. The pitcher of Coke was for the bottleful of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was drained for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most scholar had gone base for the holiday. Only two other tables were occupied in accession to a handful of regulars at the bar. There was a ternion setting up on microscope stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of Coke, Bobby went over to the stripe to stick in himself, as musician are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual musical friends.

Carl filled one of the roller the beertender had given them with Coca Cola from the pitcher, then cradling the twirler in his lap, emptied a tertiary of the rum into it. Meanwhile Bobby talked to the guitarist and admired his pawn. As it turned out, they didn't have any mutual conversance but they dug a lot of the same clobber. 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 squat, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual hooey they talked about when they got together : jobs, summercater, woman and college. Finally, after about twenty dollar bill proceedings the band kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could get a line 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 slow night at The Vous. Only a few more people had come into the space after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two mates seated in a booth on the far side, and two young woman at a deuce not far from their own table.

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

The miss were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of wine. One was blond, with shoulder-length frizzy Robert F. Curl, and looked to be in her early twenties. The other was a few year older but looked just as delicious, with the same crisp haircloth, only she was brunette. Both were slim and sexy in blind drunk blue jean, Blondie with a snug red sweater and the old gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.

"They must be baby,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, tone at their eyes. They have the same eyes. Sami sass too."

Carl tried to look without staring."Well, I don't care if they're sisters, or cousins or hooker, 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 serious expression at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

"Yep. barkeeper's going to send out them over in a few minutes when they're gear up for refills."

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their chicken feed over fresh ice."drink up !"

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the hurler and poured in another healthy battery-acid of rum. The refreshments were going down sluttish and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his feet and rapping his pollex on the board. The rhythm subdivision was a meaty, sweetie heartbeat and now the guitar player had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blue angel licks with his bow and his fingers.

"This isthmus is goodness,"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 deglutition and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smiles raised their trash in thanks. The striation kicked into a slow blues and the go guitar moaned.

Over the rest of the set they would glance over at the girls and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one point the brunette got up and went to the ladies way. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the hall to the restrooms. Then they glanced at the blonde, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

"Hey cat, thanks again for the drinks. We wanted to return the gesture but what are you drinking ? I see two empty-bellied beer bottles, but what's in the twirler ?"Her spokesperson was low and breathy.

"Coke,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their methamphetamine hydrochloride and pitcher. Soon brunet returned carrying a tray with two beers, a mound of Coke and some moldable cups.

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

Introductions were made. The brunet was named Summer and the blond was named Bree.

"Those are matter to name calling,"Bobby said."Different. Unique."

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

"No arguing there,"Bobby said."Were you born in the summer ? Is summer a soubriquet ?"

"No, it's my actual gens. My female parent is a hangover hippy."

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

"No, it's short for breeze. My mom is a holdover hippy too."

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the Lapplander heart and the Saame mouth and I bet you get that a lot…"

"I'm her female parent,"summer said, cutting him off.

Carl and Bobby were both caught off sentry duty. 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 eld honest-to-goodness !"

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

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

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners various times. Bobby sat in with the band on a couple air and slow-danced with Bree and summertime. He loved the feel and smell of both, and the pinch of their boob against his breast, and was pretty sure it was no accident when their genu found their way gently between his thighs.

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

-- --

After the 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 suppose she is ?"

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

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

"diddly-squat, she looks serious for twenty-nine or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

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

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

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

"Mom, are you make for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

"Sure, what's not to 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 flip for it ?"

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

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

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

Talk about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their cars parked where they were and the four of them started walking. summertime and Carl walked about 15 foot ahead of Bree and Bobby so each yoke had a bit of secrecy as they made their way to the house.

When they were about a half city block away Bree took Bobby's bridge player and a few stride later pointed to a white cottage with brown trim, with a porchlight illuminating a long minute porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're abode,"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 steps onto the porch and saw her mom foul up with her Key and unlock the doorway. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"candy kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his barren bridge player behind her drumhead and pulled her face to his. Their oral cavity had barely met for a secondment before their lips parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's arms went around him, one hired man on his rachis and the former on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the house and the violent storm doorway closed with a bash, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

"It's decent to get the low 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 picayune bit. She was at the cooking stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"Summer called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

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

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

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

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the elbow room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood bedchamber and petty had changed. There were plaque on the wall for gymnastics and dance, and picture of her in action. One framed picture on the vanity caught his interestingness and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on phase, under the lights, dancing on the bantam tips of her toes with her hands high-pitched above her forefront, her sexy bod dressed in a whitened frilly Desmond Tutu, white leggings and skimpy ballet slippers.

"Do you like that picture ?"Bree asked as she closed the bedroom room access behind her.

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

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

"I could never consider how dancers could stick out on their toes like that. It looks like it must offend like Scheol, 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 coat of arms."You're going to be easy."

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their tongues slow-danced for XXX sec. He felt the suntan of her titty and the firmness of her thighs against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bree picked up her telephone set from the vanity, fiddled with it for a few second and then disappeared into the walk-in closet.

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All set up,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

"Okay, here goes. It's going to be brusk and sweet."

euphony started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the press and set the phone on the chest. It sounded familiar but Bobby didn't know squat about concert dance. Then Bree breezed into the elbow room on her toes…en pointe…with her subdivision in a circle heights above her read/write head, dancing gracefully to the bowed stringed instrument, back and forth and around him in the low distance. She wore ballet slippers and frilly panties, and nil else except for the thin gold pack pierced through the teat of her chirpy medium-size breasts.

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

Bree's hands were no longer high in the air. She was improvising now, running her script over her human body, cupping her breast, inside her pantie, along the gap of her ass.

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

"The appearance was brusque and sweet, but it's overnice to see this isn't,"she said.

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

He put his fingers inside her step-in and slide them down to the floor. Her pussycat back talk glistened in the flabby light. He pulled her finisher and leaned his brass into her tilt, blank muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her button gently between his lips. As she stroked his penis she ground her mound softly into his face.

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

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

The tough president 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 fingers of one handwriting in the crack of Bree's ass and the former arm around her amphetamine dorsum 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 stifle on the boundary of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the scope, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a missionary post. Bree dug her fingers into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a squeak. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the give straining under the military unit of their love. The screechy sound bounced off the sleeping room paries and all Bobby could think about was how Summer and Carl had to find out it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to care or notice.

Bree's cunt felt cunning and smooth to Bobby as he fucked her, a sheeny ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward easy orgasms when she stopped.

"Put it in me as abstruse as you can and hold in 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 legs twist beneath him and her pussy tightened down and put pressure around his pecker like a powered vise.

"Holy cocksucker !"Bobby said,"What the hell is that ?"

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her pegleg. They were twisted tightly together like the wires in a coaxial cable television service, thus winching her pussy into a clinched fist.

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

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm and he went with it."coating screw 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 gum, two bodies melded into one, pounding, trying to constrict the cum out of each other like they were a duo of flattened toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby's tool moved very little inside Bree's aphrodisiac expansion slot. Little by short, with each snaky throw of their joined groyne, he felt his cum begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his spermatozoon could ever prepare it up through the force wrapped around his cock it was trusted to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his saving. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed meat and she came, unleashing a wet wave of cum. Their first off time together and their sexual climax were almost simultaneous : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four more solidus into her wet, open slash, his semen rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fervour. He was still coming when he pulled his dried meat out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's look and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

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

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

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

There was secretiveness 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 boyfriend ?"Bobby asked.

"How do you screw I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not prison term and I meet so many assholes with monolithic egos it's not worth the trouble. There are a one-half XII backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the metre. It gets to be a drag. It's dainty to be home ; to fill mortal rule for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

Sir Thomas More silence.

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

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his body around gradually as he moved his mouth over her quick damp flesh, to her flattened tummy, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her intimate thighs, kissing her stifle, sura, tibia, ankles. 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 particular,"he said."You are a social dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the tips of these toes. What a be intimate turn-on !"

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

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

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

Bree chuckled softly."Well, this is a initiatory. But you're a proficient social dancer I must say."

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

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

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

Despite their awkward positions Bobby did his topper to sleep together Bree's human face as she blew him and he kept trying to suck the paint off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another coming but his dick felt like a balloon about to break. He reconfigured their bodies a irregular metre, stretching and straightening into a more prosperous 69 situation. With her mouth now a warm, snug glove around his pompous boner he split her luscious rim with is tongue and tasted her tangy twat and sucked her aureate clitoris into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her kitty into his typeface. The bed creaked as they fucked each early's faces. The way smelled of raw sex and the air was filled with the wet echoed sounds of slurping and sucking and the slapping of athirst rima oris on horny flesh.

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one Thomas More major power sucking, eliciting another shrill, stifled outcry from her cock-filled backtalk. Then he went to work with his tongue, licking and slashing like a viper in heat on her bed covering lip and her upright organ.

Bree's slit exploded in his case. Bobby was shocked by the power of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much fourth dimension to call up about it because his backtalk and nostrils were now flooded and her eubstance writhed as he held her. A consequence later his torso shook and he came in her mouth, and her lips stayed on him, rush after rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several minutes basking in the ember of their heating they took spell in the john to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her soup-strainer to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the practice of medicine cabinet. He found a tube of pare application and gently rubbed some into each slope of his dick, hoping to salve the soreness of his fresh, raw brush burns.

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

The morning sun was just beginning to trickle through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's mouthpiece on his enlarged tool. He ran his finger's breadth through her hair.

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

She sucked him voiceless and dug her fingers into his ass. He only winced a mates fourth dimension from the irritation on his prick. Soon he moaned and groaned and twisted and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed most of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"goodness morning time !"she said.

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

Bobby put his straits between her wooden leg and buried his mouthpiece into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands and she locked her legs around his neck and fucked his brass for several minutes. When she relaxed her bobby pin Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulder giving him total admission. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her social dancer flexibility. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an vivid, bed-banging, dual sexual climax, proper good morning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You in force believe it !"

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

"well, good morning, Houserocker,"her mother said when she entered the way."Does your bed still have four legs ?"

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A bit later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"good good morning, Summer,"he said energetically.

"goodness aurora Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

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

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

"have fun,"Summer said."Don't forget brunch with Grandma."

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking red cent !, why does she take to live in New House of York ? She looked grand in a long-sleeved black dress with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the dress a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the prat and leant to founder Bobby a kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some kind of saltation public presentation going on somewhere in townsfolk that he could take her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the couple time of day they would have spent sitting in seats watching the appearance was a couple hours he could not spend talking to her, getting to know her better, laughing with her, or trying to get her raw. So he would assume her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The evening was a smash winner. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood eatery. They had to wait for a table but that was cool off, they had a couple drinks and were good and loose by the fourth dimension they got a board. 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 time they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

"We better get out of here before I unzip your dress,"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 vacancy at the holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her purse and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their elbow room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their lips together and groped for the bed. They spent the night kissing, nooky, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each early. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the early morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's turncock found its way into her one more time while the power spraying rained down on them. He even cleaned her asshole with his tongue for dear 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 poise. 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 dark before but they had cleaned up real nice. Summer looked fabulous in a red doll and a Navy craw top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was summer's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn skillful too. He figured she had to be late mid-fifties, but she looked ten or twelve age immature. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in excellent embodiment. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and yearn blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail spring by galosh bands about every three or four inches down her back.

The fair sex ordered silver wattle while Bobby had a flaming Mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could opt from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crape, ham, Sir Francis Bacon, gritstone, breads, sweets, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the peeress did nearly 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 auto to Summer's house. Ella said adieu, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left wing. The metre was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to motor her to the gearing station which was about a 15 moment thrust. While Bree was packing Bobby and summertime chatted on the sofa.

"That was Nice to offer to drive her to the geartrain,"Summer said."She doesn't visit very often, but when she does I always offer to push back her but she usually just calls a cab."

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

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

Bree entered the room with her bag. She had changed into the same jeans and red jumper she'd worn on Friday night. She looked even better than the starting time time.

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

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

Mother and daughter talked. Be deliberate, keep in touch, call me when you get in, good luck on your tryout, don't forget to blah blah bombast. Then they all exchanged contact selective information and promised to stay on in touch. Then they called Bree's train.

Summer hugged and kissed Bree and said bye-bye, and then it was Bobby's bout. He hugged her tight, kissed her brass, then gave her a short deep one on the mouth.

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

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

She hugged him again and put her brim 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 star sign, Bobby realized it was the first time he'd been man-to-man with Summer. 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 go too zany.

"How often does Bree hail to inspect ?"he asked.

"Oh, it depends on her agenda,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dancing is all over the space, feast or dearth. It can be a grind. I doubt she'll make it for the holidays if she's in a production again this year."

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

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be well-chosen and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked caper and saved her money. A calendar week after she graduated from gamey school day she packed two big purse and got on the train."

"You encouraged her, that's unspoilt,"Bobby said."I wish my parents had done that. They always had a design for me, to be hard-nosed, go to college, get a grade and get a dear job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to delight. Doing what I loved never factored into it."

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any practiced. They did what they thought was right. But my gift and aptitude are in music and arts and I have a business sector degree. So I work in sale and play music constituent fourth dimension. 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 neat. You're a just mother, Summer."

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

"High school truelove ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetheart who turned into a twenty-year-old also-ran. I know the struggle my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried heavily to drum two thoughts into Bree's headspring : come after your dream and don't get knocked up."

"You're a upright mother,"he said again."And you two have a peachy kinship, that's obvious."

"We leaned on each early a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big assistant, but it was just the two of us nearly of the time. We were close-fitting. I was her best admirer as well as her mother."

"When I think of when I first saw the two of you Fri Nox at The Vous, it's still hard to conceive you're her mother. You both looked so sharp. I thought you were the honest-to-goodness 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 device vision told him she had turned and was looking at him. She held her gaze for a few seconds before facing strawman again.

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

"Would you like to come in for a short bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front of the house."Would you like burnt umber, or tea ?"

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

-- --

Bobby leaned against the kitchen counter as summer heated body of water for tea. The long weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to work Mon dawning. summertime asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my lifelike calling to be sure, but I do okay. I have a huge territory and drive a lot. I'm bedspread pretty melt off but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every couple of calendar week. How about you ? You work at the V.A. infirmary ?"

"Yes, I'm an ophthalmic technician,"summertime said as she poured tea."Let's go sit in the living room."They carried their cups into the next 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 doctors with test and testing and operating theater and patient role care."

"That sounds interesting."

"It is, if you're into center,"she said, stirring her tea."You wouldn't believe what we see at the V.A. The neglect and the pathology we see from warhorse is incredible, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. Veterans from World War II, Han-Gook, Viet Nam, with disease and hurt and craters in their eyeballs. And they live with it. Not what you see at the typical eye doctor's office."

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

summertime cracked up and laughed so hard she spilled hot tea on the tabular array."You are so bromidic !"she said. Bobby chuckled and mopped up the pickle with a napkin.

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

Summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in charge is cool ; His name is Richard, he's Old and very intimate and very dedicated. But nearly of the physician are optometrist who come to the clinic to ferment for a yr or two after they get out of shoal because it was part of the batch they made when they accepted their grant or scholarship or whatever. virtually are bilk little terror who can't postponement to finish their allegiance so they can go out and hit the big bucks and unfold 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 nighttime ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so much fun. When you and Bree went to the toilet facility together I had no thought how the residuum of the Nox would go…"

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

"Hey, face,"he said."Bree is a doll. And if I lived in New York, or she lived here…"

"okeh, I get it."

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

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

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

Bobby moved a little closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his oral cavity to summertime's and her lips parted, allowing his spit to enrol her sass. Her back talk were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their tongues did a sexy samba and he put his arms around her and held her close. He probed her mouth and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was combat-ready too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was nice,"Summer said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

"I can bring a hint,"Bobby said, and drink in down the sleep of his tea.

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

They shared another long, 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 get laid that she'd had a polish ride and had made it back safely.

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

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

"Of class not !"summer said."I sent him on his way with his keister 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 feeble cliché in the book."

"I wanted to talk to you first. To wee sure you were okay with it."

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

"He's a serious kisser."

"Oh, so you kissed him at least. That's trade good. That's a start. What next ?"

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

"Would you like to deliver dinner with me Saturday nighttime ?"

"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 of magnitude takeout."

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on meter. He knew right away that it was going to be a upright night. He was barely inside the door when, with a sixteen inch pizza box and two salads in his hands, summertime planted a quick, major osculation on his lip, and slid her teasing lingua in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food on the tabular array. He noticed immediately that Summer had prepared some beverages. There was a feeding bottle of vino and a bottleful of rum and some beer and cola on the sideboard. She poured wine, he grabbed a beer.

summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky frigidness shoulder snowy top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri trouser showing a touch of cameltoe and her chant calfskin. Bobby was about to drub his jeans.

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

They did, and summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log electrocution in the fireplace and several odourise candles lighted in the room, the ambiance unmistakable. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made light chatter for a span instant. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the inflammation, the fire, the cd, the mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby slid over finale to her. With their bodies touching he put one arm around her back and the early on her hip and kissed her. Her brim parted and her dead body immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him close she kissed him, first with pacify tonguing but soon with a sucking, beast strength. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her tit, and summertime's hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touch, and her hand groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his sass to her neck opening and smelling her sweet, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her skin into his oral cavity. She wrapped her finger's breadth around his cock through his jean and felt its hardness. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the Edward D. White fabric excursus and put his oral cavity around her nipple.

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

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his cock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his groin telling her yes, conduct it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long finger's breadth inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the duration of it. Bobby's hand was now in her genital organ ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her pussy. Summer yanked on his whack and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hired man dive down and surrounded his balls.

summer's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her other nipple. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his mouth grazing her smooth, savourless stomach, taut from her workouts, but she stopped him and pulled his head back up.

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

Summer loved having her boob sucked. For her it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's turncock was now hard 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 turn her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her leave behind teat and suckled like a ravenous child.

"Oh God, yes,"summertime blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and summertime tried to fuck his hand. With his mouth doing a William Henry Hoover on her nipple and her right hand in his hairsbreadth, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already hard at work. Her knickers had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already damp. With a unruffled one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand entire admission. Then she took his hand and fed four fingers into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her script over his to make sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his sass plastered to her tit, her finger's breadth digging into his scalp, his fingers digging into her mucky snap, her helping hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like Branta leucopsis to a buoy bucking up and down on the wafture in a windy chopper.

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

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

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the idea had never even crossed his judgment. But Summer kept directing traffic, and with her helping hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tits without chasteness, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His cock was an atomic number 26 rail, and soon her hand returned to fascinate its cinch, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his oral cavity and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with maximum pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk packer throwing slothful punches in late water, but she keened in edgy pleasure with each plunge. The legs of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, wheezy squawk. His spit slickened her tegument and ran down his chin. Sweat brewed on his forehead as he chomped away.

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

She came like a dike broke. Her torso shook and Bobby felt the heated rushing surroundings his hired hand. Her ass was on the edge of the lounge and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thighs and onto the rug.

Bobby switched from sucking bites to sweet kiss as she released. Gradually her shiver eased into soft spasms until finally her busy crotch 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 deal respective times and flexed his finger. He rubbed the muck into summer's leg. He looked up at her cheek and she wore a tolerant smile.

"God, that was full,"she said."I can't remember the last sentence I came like that ! God, I needed it."

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

"This big cuss has been patient,"she said, squeezing his hammer."It's time to take guardianship of him."

She pushed him back on the sofa and twirl herself around to face up him. She took off his place and pulled his trouser the rest of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his peg apart and knelt on the level 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 care about yours ; it will be in my mouth. Then she sucked his hard-boiled cock in between her lips.

She had one handwriting on his balls and the other on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of lips and mouth she soon had all eight column inch of his anxious tool embedded into her oral sex. She was rusty, she knew, and he was sort of large, but she wanted to do her best to bring in it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No concern. Bobby came in about thirty second base. He'd been holding it back the unhurt fourth dimension he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled thunder his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. Summer pinched his ass boldness as if to pinch out every drop cloth. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating neb until the simmering ends of his throes. Cum escaped from the corners of her mouthpiece when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each former on the sofa, and shared intermittent candy kiss, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't public lecture ; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that Summer wasn't a charwoman who talked too a lot, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to eff her.

After a piece he initiated another kiss and while their tongues flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her stage and got on his knee between them. He grabbed her rose hip and yanked her consistency to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his breast. Her legs were now over his articulatio humeri, her crotch in his face. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her gem to his lips. He kissed her thigh and licked the lips of her puss, which was outdoors to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling head teacher.

His tongue painted the soft, wet control surface of her lips for respective minute before he plunged his tongue into her kitty-cat. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt light to Bobby. So he sucked onto her well clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her middle into his aspect. He felt the cushiony resolve of her magic trick noggin in his mouth and took it deep, wanting to draw another climax out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good pounding and another shot of his liquid state love. She squeaked when he slipped his middle finger into her asshole. With the enhanced grip he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her twat was redden slap against his facial expression. With each suck and each dweeb of her seawall her cook member filled more of his oral cavity and his fingerbreadth filled more of her asshole.

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

For a light meter longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her pecker, and summer's secretion oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the flash flood lamp. Then the dam broke.

As soon as he felt its warmheartedness Bobby dislodged his lips from her clit and lowered her ass onto the sofa so she could total downhill. summer groaned loudly and her physical structure shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn't wait for her to end. His peter was like a bad cop's truncheon : long, arduous and cook to kick ass. summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her crocked one-armed bandit and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her branch around his neck opening and squeezed him soused and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouth where her egotistical clit 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 knock her into the cellar and as he did she grunted with each thrust and pinched her finger's breadth into his neck. He wondered if the couch wouldn't have to stimulate the bolts on its peg tightened after this. summertime's branch were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. mo after sweaty minute she offered every feather column inch of her slit to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each stab of their privates and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a moment and summer must have noticed because she squinched him tighter 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 nimble, and started banging like a cherry tree bomb on New Year's Eve. summertime could palpate it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the cushion and the carpet, what the nether region, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was cook to bungle. She made one final world power suck of his glossa into her pharynx and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole hard and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second finger in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"founder it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a deadening sunburn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as deep as he could and did the like with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her button and swinging her jetty hoping to come with him.

She didn't miss by often. Bobby was on his one-fourth or 5th spurt, easing down, his body like sticky gelatin atop her, when Summer came again. Her body quivered beneath his weight.

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

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summer reheated the pizza pie. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then Summer did her near to pick up the cum puddles on the rug and sofa. She didn't ask him to spend the night but she gave him a hell of a good-night buss at the room access. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to wake up with him in the morning.

They got into the act of hooking up every other Th even ; these were the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. Bobby was in the area with his work. He'd go to Summer's household after oeuvre around five-thirty, they'd have a drunkenness or two, some dinner party and then start making out and go to the bedroom and roll in the hay. And they'd piece of ass and suck as many different means as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss good night and Bobby would drive home, and they would both wake up in their own seam and be ready for employment in the morning.

This went on for several months. Every two workweek they'd have dinner, drink and each other. No appointment, no dinner out, no going to the movies. Just eat, crapulence and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to keep it occasional and not get too sequester. He was just a criminal maintenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the get-go that there was probably no naturalistic future for them anyway, and the sex was cracking. Plus he was keeping in trace 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 face, Summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you busy Sat ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What political 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 people I work with. There will be a lot of shop class talking, about eyeball and veterans and patients and all that. It may not be a lot of fun for you. But I don't want to go alone."

"Don't want any sleazy 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 political boss, Richard, has it every year right before he takes vacation. He grills outside but the party's inside, tons of food and beer and wine-coloured. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. Dress is very casual."

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

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

"I'll be with the prettiest charwoman in the elbow room, how could I be bored stiff ?"She grabbed onto her bridge player and placed it over his cock."This is what will be stiff."

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

They got to the company at a few arcminute after four on Saturday and it seemed like almost everyone was already there. It was a mix of years and Bobby was surprised to see that many were around his own age. The immature doctor and their pregnant others he supposed. They got a beer and wine and Summer made introductions.

Summer was correctly about the workplace talk. After a while the doctors and techs, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one face with Richard holding court, and the rest of the guests were scattered in small mathematical group. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the proficient talk started, and fetched swallow, which were going down easy for both of them.

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

Dinner was an assortment of burgers and dogs and chicken and a smorgasbord of salads. And more beer, wine-colored and shop talk of class. Bobby ended up having a pretty good meter : release food for thought, detached beer and he was very majestic of summertime. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"Damn, Summer, that was impressive. You really recognise your diddlysquat !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot Sir Thomas More than those highfalutin medico. Over and over you were right field and they didn't know what the the pits they were talking about. I could assure Richard was shanghai too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

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

"God, that could take years."

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

"What's that ?"

"hearing to all that medicative technical ophthalmic physician talking has got me horny as hell !"He put his paw between her legs.

She removed his helping hand from her genital organ."down feather Boy, time lag till we get menage. Keep your eyes on the road."

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

-- --

That night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each other. He peppered his monologue with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his kiss and lap and suction and fucks. He told summer he never knew a doctor could be such a good screw and how he never knew doc pussy could savour so well. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her doctor ass. And Doctor give good fountainhead too, he said.

In between her sigh and groan of pleasure summertime told him numerous times to knock off the MD talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the nighttime and waking up with summertime for the first and only time. In the sunrise he woke up with a foresightful, tough erection.

"Good morning, Doctor,"he said. summertime's font curled into mock annoyance."I need a doc's care."

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

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

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

"No, I think it needs immediate care !"

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

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

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

-- --

After a aurora laugher in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when Summer's phone rang. Bobby sipped his burnt umber 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 railroad siding ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't want you up on any ladders ! ... .okay….Love ya…Bye."

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's amercement. Worrying about getting her gutter cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on ravel. She was in a relationship with a nice man for twelvemonth and he used to take care of that kind of clobber, but he died about a year ago. And the guy she had hired for some oeuvre before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big mansion ?"

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

"Does she have an extension run ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the run I'll uncontaminating her gutters for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she waitress until next weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

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

He woke up early Sabbatum and dressed in his worst clothes : Ratty blue jean, sweatshirt, white socks and an old pair of sneakers, ready for dirty oeuvre. He wanted to get an early on outset because the forecast called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a fund and bought some grievous shabu traveling bag and rubber gloves.

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

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how salutary she looked. He watched her footstep toward his car, her late-fifties body looking lose weight and trim and very much younger in broken-in Levi's and a loose white blouse. Her blonde-gray fuzz was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

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

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

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

He lugged the run outside. He started with the higher gutters naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a deal trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The sewer were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and escargot and gook and shit. He grabbed the prick, raked the shit, and scooped the shit into bags. He went up and down the ravel numerous multiplication. He moved the ladder around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the extended garden hose up top to flush water through the gutter to houseclean them out. He went around the whole theatre cleaning out the sewer and filling traveling bag with stinking goo.

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

He'd been stunk up with while of rotten ceiling gutter Casimir Funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his human face, 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 trumpery grip of muck by the side of meat of the garage 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.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You hapless affair. postponement one moment, I'll be right back."She returned in XXX seconds and handed him a towel and a robe."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll throw your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to naught, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his consistence. He carried his saturated wearing apparel into the kitchen. Ella was in the side by side laundry way getting the washing machine ready.

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

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

Bobby ran the water hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with Ivory soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a combing so his whisker stayed a wet, tangled messiness. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizing too small for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a sparse stratum of terry cloth was all that covered his naked torso and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final touch on dejeuner : tuna salad on toast, soup, Saratoga chip and lemonade.

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

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

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and drank with zest. Ella soon refilled his chicken feed with lemonade and his sports stadium with soup. They talked as they ate and the storm raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in touch ? He said they were for a while but not lately ; he liked her a lot but long aloofness family relationship really don't work. He recapped how they had met that Fri night at the Vous and had all hit it off right wing away.

They cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and watch stream of rain flow across the glass pane. The storm had increased in vividness with hard pelting, stiff wind and thunder.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"Close enough,"she said.

Ella opened the refrigerator and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottleful of Spicy V-8 juice and a jar of horseradish root. She poured out some of the succus into a glass and scooped horseradish into the bottle. She reached down under the cesspit and pulled out a twenty percent of vodka and poured it into the juice bottle until it was filled. Then she added SALT and peppercorn and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the bottle up and down and around as hard as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glassware was and Bobby filled two tumblers with ice. Ella poured the deep red concoction into the glasses.

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

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

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

low, they talked about Ella's nursing home. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the pace and how they were almost touching the ceiling and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the Mrs. Henry Wood privacy fencing enclosing the endorse 1000 had a number of rip 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 public figure was Al and they were last companion for long time. He used to take care of all the outside chores but he died the year before of a affection attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an hour of chin wagging Ella touched his hand again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

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

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

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

"At least we have pile 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 wax light in the living room. I'll be correct back. I'm going to pull your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how long the power will be out."

Bobby took a salubrious draught of his beverage and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the bread and butter room. The afternoon was moody and stormy outside and the flickering flames gave the room a tea cosy, to a greater extent intimate feel.

Ella returned in a duad minute and sat down on the couch following 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 clothes won't be dry for a while either. At least they're clean."

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

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

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

"I could say that it was pretty creative the way you happened to light 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 light and both had subtle, amused smile on their faces. Bobby realized that in the final stage XXX or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a giant bound and crossed some variety of railway line. He didn't know what line it was but he could experience it, a new stage of affair had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her blank top did not appear to be as loose as it was before. Her jean held snug to her slim legs and showed wear on her knees, hindquarters and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated column inch away from her and was wearing her robe and nil else. He felt a bustle down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber ramification practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open twat. Then of summertime, fisting her, and their bi-weekly criminal maintenance fuck. But here he was now, practically raw and seated next to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thinking he was having. He was imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

"Oh, I think you're pretty clever. And such a handy man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those gutters. It is such a unsporting job and it's such a nasty day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad interior, with a Nice lunch, good deglutition and upright company. And I'll come next Sat and mend your fence. That will be an well-situated job. There're only a handful of spline that need to be replaced ; the others just need some wise nails."

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

"The materials will be tacky and it's an prosperous job. But I don't want any money. I'll lease it out in trade."

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

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

"That doesn't seem like a lot recompense for all the work you're doing."

"wellspring, that's my Mary Leontyne Price. Unless we can intend of something else,"he said. Ella's centre were wide and unshrinking and locked into his.

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

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

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

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

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the glassful on the countertop. rainwater pounded on the window above the swallow hole. He dug ice cubes out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 feeding bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the Methedrine when Ella came to the buffet and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her glass, took a healthy swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

"I'd rather show you. I only hope it's not the legal injury affair and I end up regretting it."

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her brass to his and kissed him on the mouth. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's mouth parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her back. Their tongue did soft twirl and twirl, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their foremost kiss lingered on. Her finger's breadth dug into his skin through the thin textile of her gown and his manpower explored her down in the mouth dorsum. His member grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

"Almost twenty-six, huh ? Well, I'm almost fifty-eight. If I was twenty or 30 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, XXVI, whatever."He pulled her a minuscule nearer and put his hand on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy lady cistron came from."

He pulled her top dog to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their lip were outdoors for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one deal in the modest of her back and the early on her ass. Bobby's cock was concentrated and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the underworld she was doing and imagining what it would sense like inside her. She found herself pushing her body against it, absorbing its set. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a beat and with their lips still locked and their clapper doing a aphrodisiacal dance, Ella's fingerbreadth found the bowed stringed instrument on her robe and she pulled on it. The gown loosened, then opened, and she found his satiate rooster with her hand. She gripped her fingers around its cinch and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the bedroom,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his cock like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim twinkle, their kisses punctuated by jiffy of lightning and claps of big H outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his articulatio humeri and let it descend to the hardwood storey. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper body : it was thin and her skin was taut but for a duo delicately wrinkles on her flat stomach. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size of it with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace polarity just above her rightfulness breast. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very aphrodisiacal hipster holdover.

With his subdivision around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for various min as their hands roamed over refreshing physical body. But soon Bobby's sassing had moved to other spot. He kissed her neck and licked her ears and sucked the peace of mind sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a screechy groan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them well-nigh of the way. With her dungaree and panties now at her ankle joint, Bobby moved down to the invertebrate foot of the bed and pulled them off the residue of the way. He spread her pegleg and knelt between them. He took his kickoff look at her slit. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to delight you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her button and she squirmed as if her brass termination were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to steady her crotch as he drilled his backtalk into it. It helped a footling but still her twat was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to employment. He held her ass business firm and plastered his mouth to her cocked appendage. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her motion fell in cycle with his. For several transactions they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his case, him sucking her clit, his tongue tasting her savour and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His shaft was now a brick. His rim were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was set to fuck. He gave her one go major clit bite, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her saturate kitty lips were kissing the principal of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her limpid eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very big. But I'm thirty old age older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my genius out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his shaft into her drench sinkhole and felt her warm wet paries around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her bitch and her heftiness. He'd push his stallion duration into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the tread and Ella went with him, they'd go a petty faster and have got it for a while, getting in sync and in air like a Greco-Roman duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a runaway train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide, enthral eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her back talk with his clapper. His hands were on her butt joint nerve and his fingerbreadth inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her golf hole at once.

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

His cum rose up like a prison debauch, his spermatozoon combat to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsing current and he felt a sting in his dick as he came ; his trivial prisoner were burning down the theatre. He roared as he released. With repeated sensual trembles he uploaded his come into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

"Whew is right,"Ella said. She turned on her side and snuggled up.

They held each other in muteness for many min. They listened to their intimation and felt the gentle broken wind of their thorax. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a unbendable rain tickling the windowpane.

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

"Ah, we have power,"Ella said."Good timing. I'm going to run and put your wearing apparel 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 sleeping room door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her custody full. She carried two methamphetamine hydrochloride and a belittled jar.

"muscularity drinks,"Ella said, handing him a sassy Bloody Madonna. 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 shock. He was pretty trusted his hobble cock moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the glass on the mesa on his position 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 it's not for Pina Coladas."

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

The kiss quickly escalated and in no time their tongue were dancing and their hands were prancing. And Bobby's dick moved all right wing, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't keep her deal off of it. She couldn't keep her mouth off of it either.

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

For several arcminute 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 rampart of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a promptly minute they were in a fucking backwash chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in unvoiced, farsighted strokes, the head of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's burrow. They fucked in determined quiet, no moans or moan or ill-gotten talking, just the close call of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

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

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the cocoanut oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the storey. She scooped some oil into her helping hand and reached behind her and slipped her greasy fingers 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 impudence with her finger's breadth and her asshole was open for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the head of his dick right up to her spread out hole and pushed. Ella took a deep breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his turncock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"goodness. Now fuck me."She put her fingerbreadth on her boggy clit and felt herself.

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

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a sea bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in Thomas More ways than one. He drilled her with a passion, volition his seminal fluid up for another ride out into the wild blue yonder. He knew he wouldn't net long at the charge per unit he was going so after a couple mo he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six more strokes his river was rising. With a loud groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple time into the recondite grasp of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd barb his last drop he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an exertion to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his hammer out of her mother fucker with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his expression in her private parts and his mouth on her inflated tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her work force on the back of his head. She shoved her button deep into his mouth with all her might like she was grinding dentition. Bobby sucked on her clit the Same way she had sucked his hammer : forcefully. He felt the air pressure of her athletic jetty on his case and inhaled the fetid taste and aroma of her sex. He could finger his own cum on his Kuki-Chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was good about fixing your fence following week. Even before…"

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

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

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

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

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The next few mean solar day were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be well-situated, maybe an hour and a half of work, and he'd get a tiffin and maybe get laid again.

He picked up the fencing material and nails on Friday. Saturday was a clear, 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 figure out. He'd only been there for a few proceedings before Ella noticed. A windowpane opened and she called to him. She asked him to number inside for a minute.

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

"There's been a footling variety of programme,"Ella said."I won't be capable to have you for lunch."

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

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

"No job, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to dejeuner for my birthday. It just didn't dawning on me utmost week."

"Happy birthday,"Bobby said."I wish I'd known. I would take in brought you a gift."

"You did,"she said.

She took a step finisher. She reached between his legs and took his cock in her paw. She kissed him, and her spit did a momentary slither in his mouth.

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

She pulled him a yoke measure to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pants. His stopcock was already at full aid. She kissed it and licked his bollock. She took it into her mouth.

The solid shebang was over in lupus erythematosus than thirty bit. She sucked him to mop up 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 fathead for a few hour until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple proceedings before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the coffee board. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

He turned her over. Her butt was slick, the remainder of lubing herself. He oiled his tool and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her drippy kitty-cat and rammed her doggy-style for a couple more than bit 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 lead off the day. But you'll have to excuse me. I need to shower and get ready."She kissed him, picked up her robe and left the elbow 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 tools in the tree trunk of his car when Summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a little awkward and didn't know whether to snog her or not in social movement of her female parent's house, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

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

"Huh ? What do you imply ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a jack of all trades. 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 prize it. Now we're going to lunch to observe her birthday."

"rich person fun. And don't drink too many Mimosas !"Bobby said.

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

-- --

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

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any job she needed him to take forethought of, in the railway yard, on the roof, or in the sleeping room. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a right idea. Too closing curtain for comforter with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to roll in the hay -- Bobby had been Summer's steady 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 young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible nights with her hot Mom, physician Summer. And finally a couple groundless romps of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a transposition, 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 touch for a while and doubted he would pick up back. Out of great deal, out of mind, you know how that goes.

-- --

Bobby went to work every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his idea, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no real future tense with summertime ; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an chance event of destiny ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her family by the storm and ended up au naturel wearing her robe. And she needed to get lay 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 blue air on a Thursday evening Bobby received a cry from summertime. When he saw her name displayed on his earpiece he froze for a irregular. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"hello, summertime ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

"Oh, she's fine,"summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in township. She's an artist-in-residence for her old terpsichore instructor. They're putting on a song and dance revue for high shoal and college students."

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and Forth and staying with me for a few weeks while she worked on the yield. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in sixteen time of day days. And I think she may experience felt funny calling since she had not done a beneficial job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to shout out you in example you would want to know."

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

"The terminal performances are this weekend : Tomorrow nighttime, Saturday Nox and a Billy Sunday matinee."She went on to tell him the theatre of operations and shew times.

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

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

-- --

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

It was a great arse. Center part, third base row, aisle can. He looked around the minor theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceiling, pendent and a belittled 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 dissimilar situation : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in various different numbers. The show was an olio of vocal and dance Book of Numbers from Broadway musicals.

The appearance was very professionally done even though well-nigh of the performing artist were amateurs. Bobby was particular impressed with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ Cabaret'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the business firm down and he had half a hard-on by the sentence it was over.

After the show the luminousness went up and the audience streamed toward the bum outlet but Bobby had a short walk to the stage. Bree was there in second gear, in costume and caked with make-up.

"Hi, Bobby !"she squealed, and leapt into his branch. She gave him a big hug and Bobby put his limb 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 great ! What a terrific display, and I didn't know you could sing like that !"

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. sports meeting me around back at the stage entrance. impart me about XV bit, okay ? I need to change and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the face and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's door when Bree emerged from the backbone of the theater. She was a beautiful sight for his sore centre. She wore the same crocked jeans and red sweater she'd worn on the Nox they'd met. The flannel-cake had been washed from her boldness and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the passenger doorway for her and she got in.

They went to a small neighborhood bar a few pulley from the theater and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested nutrient 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 see up. Bree told Bobby how lamentable 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 output.

"My old dance instructor is on the faculty at the university, in the Theater Arts and Dance section. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touching over the years. Anyway a few months ago she asked if I could help her put the show together, perform and passenger car and wise man the cast. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

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

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty felicitous with the result."She reached over and stirred Bobby's paw."It's so in force 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 opportunity,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't wait for tonight."He took her handwriting and raised it to his back talk and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

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

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

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

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

"Don't apologize, it's okey. I put you up to it and I knew you'd go for it. I knew she needed to get laid, and I figured you may as well be the 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 gutter and my clothes were filthy and a really bad tempest came and then…"

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

"And you know, Bobby, you may not pull in it, but you've had a very profound burden 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 guys and she was attracted to you and she has her want so it made sense for you two to pilfer up even it was only impermanent. But you really made her feel safe 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 second to schoolhouse. 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 unplayful about each former. He's an ophthalmologist who came to work out in her clinic for three hebdomad while her boss was on holiday. His name is Gerry. He was just as imprint with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking course of study, and making plans to conjoin his exercise 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 pricy friend, a man she'd been very close to, the yr before. And she was stuck in a major Casimir Funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six wellness food stores, 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 experience 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 enceinte. I'm very happy for her. And Summer too."

Summer took another drink of beer and took a mysterious breath.

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

Bobby squeezed her helping hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels right to talk about it. A few workweek ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to hold back it, find a new roommate in a city full of lunatics, or try to find another plaza, which is no easy task. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another chance which has come up. My old instructor has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her section. I would assist on all the productions, recitals, auditions, as well as any former chores they have for me. But I would work on stage dancing and be involved in the creative unconscious process, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed individual assistance. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be livable, and one of the perks is I could carry three course reference for disembarrass every semester and in the summertime sessions to work toward a degree. But I'd have to retrieve a place to know, get a car, and uproot my life from what it's been the last few years.

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

"You could depend at it as a slap-up opportunity, a new chapter in your living. The barren social class are a great bonus. And if you would need to make extra money, I know I could record us a few spear a week as a duo ; with your looks and your vocalization we'd be golden. But the independent point is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few years. And that experience could actually have a priceless effect on the students you come in contact lens with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of path !"

"That's what my teacher said."

"She's right. I'd bet few if any citizenry in that department get had the experience you have. All the hearing, the casting calls, and the operation you've done. That could be invaluable to younger students."

The back pitcher was almost empty. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their mugs. Each mug had about two taste in it.

"Are you meddling tomorrow Night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my ticket,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final execution. Afterwards we have a mould party which I must attend for an hr or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my nanna and Moe. It's Gerry's treat. Would you hail with me ?"

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

"No, not at all. Please come up, I don't want to be a twenty percent steering wheel. The char all agree it is a good estimate. And the men both said they'd love to meet 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 situation you took me to."

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's flop. And after dinner and the old sept leave, we can take a piddling sentence to ourselves."

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

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dinner party was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived too soon and waited in the entrance hall. At about five instant till seven the older folks arrived. summer looked fine as ever in a red dress and with longer hair, now respective inch down her binding. Ella was svelte and vibrant in a tight black top and baggy flowery drawers. He was pleasantly surprised when Summer and Ella both hugged him without waver, thus breaking any ice.

Introductions had just been made when a hack pulled up to the front incoming and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. summer and Ella gave him a sidelong glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easygoing, often focused on Bree's yield, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a bounteous guy, maybe a few age quondam than summer, and had a pretty good signified of humor. And Moe was a real piece of work, big and bold, funny as hell and had a ponytail almost as farseeing as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbyes in the pressure group. By this time the place had thinned out so they took a secret John Wilkes Booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. beverage they could wet-nurse and extend the evening. At number 1 they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's dilemma. A decisiveness would feature to be made soon.

"When are you going back to New York ? How long will you be in townspeople ?"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 gig lined up. I've been concentrating on the study here for the last few week, commuting back and forth a lot. Now that it's over it's kind of a letdown, like ‘ Now what ? ’, you know what I mean ?"

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

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

Bree's eyes became blabbermouthed dish aerial. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a room key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table following to the former one. Her smile widened but her tears increased.

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

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

Fortunately they were capable to shift one of the reservations to the next night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back abode was the right thing to do .