deep brown, TEA, OR troika ?

Bobby and Carl were old college sidekick. They lived in the same dorm for three class and they partied together, played intramural mutation together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a year ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the same clock time. Once they graduated they worked multiple jobs for a few months to economize 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 opposition in many ways. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a contrabandist and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, stocky and had been an unskilled pugilist and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into music and the artistic creation and liked to bivouac and hike ; Carl liked to put to work on gondola, go hunting and fishing and stay at the Charles Herbert Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an acrobatic habiliment manufacturer and played music on the side ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished underground buses. But they were proficient friends, shared the same sense of humor, and made it a point to get together every few months for a night out.

This story begins on one of those Nox. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 yr old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old hangout, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine-colored licence, but sold no toilsome liquor. It was known for tinny pitchers, live music and a gamy threshold for indulgence, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about forty-five minutes away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the opposite management so they drove separately and met out movement of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two nursing bottle of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a small table off to the position and took derriere. The beers were mostly for appearance. The twirler of snow was for the feeding bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The home was numb for a Friday, which made signified since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most scholarly person had gone home for the holiday. Only two former tabular array were occupied in addition to a handful of regulars at the bar. There was a trio setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of Coke, Bobby went over to the band to introduce himself, as player are habit to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual musical friends.

Carl filled one of the tumblers the beertender had given them with Coke from the pitcherful, then cradling the pitcherful in his lap, emptied a 3rd of the rum into it. Meanwhile Bobby talked to the guitarist and admired his instruments. As it turned out, they didn't have any common acquaintances but they dug a lot of the Lapplander stuff. It was a blues-rock band, and Bobby had grown up on that.

Bobby sat back down at the board with Carl and they commenced to shooting the shit, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff they talked about when they got together : jobs, mutant, women and college. Finally, after about XX minute the banding kicked it into paraphernalia. Immediately Bobby could take heed that the set was really pixilated 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 irksome night at The Vous. Only a few more multitude had come into the place after Carl and Bobby. There was a mesa of four, two mates seated in a Booth on the far side, and two missy at a deuce not far from their own table.

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

The girls were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of wine-colored. One was blonde, with shoulder-length frizzy curls, and looked to be in her other twenty dollar bill. The early was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the Lapp frizzly pilus, only she was brunette. Both were slight and aphrodisiac in tight jeans, Blondie with a snuggery red sweater and the older gal in a creamy-colored blouse. Both looked ripe enough to eat, and somewhat out of seat at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"sister ? Really ?"

"Yeah, feeling at their eyes. They have the Lapp eyes. Same back talk too."

Carl tried to look without staring."well, I don't care if they're baby, or cousins or hookers, they are fucking hot ! We need Thomas More ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a honest spirit at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

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

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

Carl dumped the rest period of the ice into the pitcher and poured in another sizeable dose of rum. The refreshments were going down prosperous and Bobby was getting into the euphony, tapping his animal foot and rapping his thumbs on the table. The rhythm incision was a meaty, steady pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blueing biff with his bow and his fingers.

"This dance orchestra is good,"Bobby said when the melody ended.

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

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

Over the rest of the set they would glance over at the little girl and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one point in time the brunette got up and went to the lady elbow room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped bum until she disappeared down the hall to the comfort station. 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, garish enough for all to hear.

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

"Hey guy wire, thanks again for the drinks. We wanted to retrovert the gesture but what are you drinking ? I see two empty beer bottles, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her voice was low and breathy.

"C,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

"It would be easily than hollering halfway across the way,"Blondie said.

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

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

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

"Those are matter to names,"Bobby said."Different. Unique."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the same eyes and the same rima oris and I bet you get that a lot…"

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

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

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

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made summer's night, and they could secern that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to learn about each other. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car trip and Book of Job and their periodic night out. Summer lived alone in a humble house three pulley block from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was twenty-one and was visiting for the long weekend. She lived in New York city where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to defecate it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed pardner several times. Bobby sat in with the stria on a couple tunes and slow-danced with Bree and summer. He loved the tactile property and feeling of both, and the mite of their boob against his chest, and was pretty sure it was no fortuity when their human knee found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the smiles they shared, and the give conversation they had over various hours made this a special Nox. But as is often the case when there are two guys and two lady friend, it can be awkward not knowing the next effective stride. It seemed to be clicking on all floor, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the third set, Bree and Summer went to the wash room together. This is it, Bobby thought.

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

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

"How old do you think she is ?"

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

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

"Shit, she looks dear for twenty-nine or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

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

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

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

"Mom, are you set for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

"Right. You take Bobby. You're visiting, you take him."

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

"Do you need to hail back to the household ?"summer said directly to Carl.

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

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

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's manus and a few strides later pointed to a Patrick White cottage with Robert Brown trim, with a porchlight illuminating a farseeing narrow porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're home,"Bree said."That's Mom's theater 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 fumble with her key and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his detached hand behind her head and pulled her face to his. Their backtalk had barely met for a back before their brim parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's arms went around him, one helping hand on his back and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the house and the tempest doorway closed with a thrill, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

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

"The showtime 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 theater. Carl and summertime were in the kitchen, still dancing around each former a little bit. She was at the stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"summer called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the hallway. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the room access antonym."wait for me in here, I'll be mighty back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

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

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"right wing back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood chamber and little had changed. There were plaques on the paries for gymnastics and dance, and photograph of her in activity. One framed picture on the dresser caught his pursuit and he picked it up to study it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on stage, under the light source, dancing on the tiny tips of her toes with her hands high above her head word, her sexy bod dressed in a flannel frilly tutu, white leggings and lean ballet carpet slipper.

"Do you like that ikon ?"Bree asked as she closed the bedroom door 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 decent gigs I've gotten in New York."

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

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

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

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

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

"Just for a minute,"he rasped. He kissed her back talk again.

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

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

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

Bree picked up her headphone from the chest, fiddled with it for a few minute and then disappeared into the waltz closet.

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All cook,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

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

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the earpiece on the chest of drawers. It sounded familiar but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the elbow room on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a circle high above her head, dancing gracefully to the drawing string, back and forth and around him in the small space. She wore concert dance slipper and frilly panty, and nothing else except for the slenderize amber rings pierced through the tit of her perky moderate-size breasts.

Bobby sat with his pecker erect, salivating, thinking how great is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful daughter's sleeping room, listening to ballet music with a hard-on, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to fuck, dance around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the pointedness of…

Bree's hands were no longer richly in the air. She was improvising now, running her manpower over her human body, cupping her mammilla, inside her panties, along the cleft of her ass.

She came down on flat pes a few column inch in front of him. She took his dick in her hand.

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

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

He put his fingers inside her panty and slid them down to the floor. Her kitty-cat backtalk glistened in the soft light. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her lean, clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his lips. As she stroked his penis she ground her mound softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk chair, this mulct vernal woman was sliding up and down on his puff up magnetic pole. He assisted her with his hands on her hips, lifting, lowering, and craning his hammer into her. She felt low-cal and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy snatch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The grueling chairman had no spring, each of Bree's downwardly thrusts ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the fingers of one hand in the crack of Bree's ass and the other arm around her upper berth rachis and stood up. With his jeans around his ankles and his putz stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry cuckoo he waddled over to put his human knee on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their torso up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a deputation. Bree dug her fingerbreadth into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a squeaker. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the springs straining under the effect of their making love. The screechy sound bounced off the chamber walls and all Bobby could think about was how Summer and Carl had to hear it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to give care or notice.

Bree's cunt felt slip and smooth to Bobby as he fucked her, a glossy drive in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward leisurely coming when she stopped.

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

He pushed his cock as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her stage twist beneath him and her pussy tightened down and put pressure around his pecker like a powered vise.

"Holy Irish bull !"Bobby said,"What the hell on earth is that ?"

"I'm petting you,"she said.

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

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

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm method of birth control and he went with it."Finish fucking me,"she whispered.

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box saltation, and Bobby's dick moved very little inside Bree's sexy slot. Little by trivial, with each snaky stroke of their joined groins, he felt his cum Menachem Begin to roil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever prepare it up through the force wrapped around his tool it was sure to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high-pitched shake her cunt unsnatched from around his stuffed center and she came, unleashing a wet wave of cum. Their low gear time together and their climax were almost coinciding : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four more than strokes into her wet, open slash, his cum rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fervour. He was still coming when he pulled his dry centre out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's face and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

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

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

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

There was secrecy 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 know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many assholes with massive egos it's not Charles Frederick Worth the problem. There are a half dozen backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the time. It gets to be a retarding force. It's dainty to be nursing home ; to meet somebody convention for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

Sir Thomas More silence.

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

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his eubstance around gradually as he moved his mouth over her ardent damp flesh, to her flattened breadbasket, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her inner thigh, kissing her knees, calfskin, shin bone, mortise joint. He took his time kissing the soh of her infantry. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

"Your toes are peculiar,"he said."You are a dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the tips of these toes. What a have a go at it turn-on !"

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

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

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

Bree chuckled softly."Well, this is a for the first time. But you're a good 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 mouth 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 sass dance on this baby for a while,"she said. Bobby groaned and half-gagged on her polish up big toe when he felt her mouth surround his surging cock.

Despite their ill-chosen positions Bobby did his best to fuck Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to suck the paint off of her toenails. By the sentence he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another climax but his cock felt like a balloon about to collapse. He reconfigured their trunk a second prison term, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine position. With her mouth now a warm, snug baseball glove around his pontifical boner he split her luscious rim with is clapper and tasted her lemonlike pussy and sucked her rubicund clit into his mouth.

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

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rising slope so he gave Bree's clit one More John R. Major might suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled mouth. Then he went to work with his tongue, licking and slashing like a viper in rut on her spreading sass and her upright organ.

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

-- --

After several bit basking in the embers of their heat they took turns in the bathroom to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his tooth and washed up and then searched the medical specialty cabinet. He found a tubing of skin lotion and gently rubbed some into each side of his cock, hoping to salve the soreness of his fresh, raw brush burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his arm around Bree so their au naturel soundbox were touching in as many stead as possible. The air in the elbow room smelled of lewd, leftover love but their buss were minty novel until they fell off to sleep.

The morning sun was just beginning to strain through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's oral cavity on his enlarged cock. He ran his finger's breadth through her hair.

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

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

"trade good forenoon !"she said.

"goodness morning to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his brain between her ramification and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands and she locked her legs around his neck and fucked his side for several minutes. When she relaxed her suitcase Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her pegleg up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him total access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened stopcock into her deeper than ever and gave her an acute, bed-banging, treble orgasm, right commodity morning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

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

"Well, estimable break of the day, Houserocker,"her mother said when she entered the room."Does your bed still have four wooden leg ?"

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A second later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"Good daybreak, summer,"he said energetically.

"Good morning Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

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

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

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking shucks !, why does she have to populate in New York ? She looked marvelous in a long-sleeved blackened dress with a zipper all the way down the nominal head from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the movement M 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 handbag and sweater on the seat and leant to give Bobby a candy kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some sort of dance performance going on somewhere in town that he could demand her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the couple minute they would accept spent sitting in seat watching the display was a couple 60 minutes he could not spend talking to her, getting to live her better, laughing with her, or trying to get her naked. So he would take her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The eventide was a overhead success. dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to expect for a tabular array but that was assuredness, they had a couple potable and were good and loose by the sentence they got a tabular array. dinner party was luscious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : confluence at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the time they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

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

"How's this for a start ?"Bree asked, and pulled the slide fastener down six column inch, 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 pocketbook and took out her soup-strainer and showed it to Bobby with a sly grinning. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their brim together and groped for the bed. They spent the night petting, roll in the hay, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor screw. In the early break of day they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's cock found its way into her one more fourth dimension while the powered spray rained down on them. He even cleaned her arsehole with his natural language for effective measure.

-- --

Bobby tried to beg off of brunch, thinking it may be kind of awkward. Bree told him no, it's okay, don't worry, they're aplomb. 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 Saami clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up real nice. summer looked fabulous in a red chick and a navy harvest top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's mother and Bree's granny, looked pretty damn right too. He figured she had to be late fifty dollar bill, but she looked ten or twelve geezerhood younger. She was thin like her girl and granddaughter and looked in first-class physical body. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered peasant wearing apparel and long blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by natural rubber ring about every three or four inches down her back.

The women ordered buck's fizz while Bobby had a bloody mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crape, ham, bacon, guts, kale, afters, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did almost of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summer : The free-wheeling, improvise, winging-it, artsy fartsy eccentric. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to summer's business firm. Ella said good day, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left. The clock time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the wagon train station which was about a fifteen bit effort. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

"That was overnice to offer to ram her to the train,"Summer said."She doesn't visit very often, but when she does I always offer to take her but she usually just calls a cab."

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

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

Bree entered the elbow room with her bag. She had changed into the Saame denim and red sweater she'd worn on Friday night. She looked even secure than the world-class time.

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

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

Mother and daughter talked. Be heedful, sustain in soupcon, call me when you get in, good luck on your audition, don't forget to blah blah blah. Then they all exchanged get hold of information and promised to stick around in touch. Then they called Bree's train.

summertime hugged and kissed Bree and said goodbye, and then it was Bobby's bend. He hugged her tight, kissed her buttock, then gave her a poor deeply one on the mouth.

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

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

She hugged him again and put her rim 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 menage, Bobby realized it was the first time he'd been man-to-man with summer. He wanted to hold conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too commonplace and he didn't want to fathom too sappy.

"How often does Bree get along to jaw ?"he asked.

"Oh, it depends on her agenda,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dancing is all over the place, feast or shortage. 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 pipe dream. To be so Loretta Young and go to The Big Malus pumila all by herself. That's pretty brave."

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be happy and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked caper and saved her money. A week after she graduated from highschool schoolhouse she packed two big cup of tea and got on the train."

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

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was right. But my talents and aptitude are in medicine and graphics and I have a business enterprise point. So I work in cut-rate sale and encounter medicine piece time. 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 great. You're a well mother, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me young ; she became significant in her aged yr of gamey school day. My father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the Lapplander thing. I got knocked up in my senior year."

"High school sweetheart ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old looker who turned into a twenty-year-old unsuccessful person. I know the conflict my Mom went through and I know the struggle I went through. I tried laborious to drum two idea into Bree's head : postdate your dreams and don't get knocked up."

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

"We leaned on each early a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big help, but it was just the two of us most of the time. We were close. I was her Best friend as well as her mother."

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

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

As they neared summer's house Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to carry on. 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 enterprise he had no guilt 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 add up in for a petty bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front of the home."Would you like coffee tree, 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 replication as Summer heated H2O for tea. The recollective weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to make Monday morning. summer asked Bobby about his job.

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

"Yes, I'm an ophthalmic technician,"summertime said as she poured tea."Let's go sit in the living room."They carried their cupful 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 medico with exam and testing and surgical operation and patient care."

"That sounds interesting."

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

"speech sound like a rattling eye-opener,"Bobby said.

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

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

summertime blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The eye doctor in charge is chill ; His public figure is Richard, he's sr. and very knowledgeable and very give. But most of the doctors are optometrists who come to the clinic to work for a twelvemonth or two after they get out of school because it was part of the deal they made when they accepted their grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are spoiled brats who can't wait to cease their commitment so they can go out and make the big bucks and open up a Pearle visual sense or something."

There was an interlude while they sipped their tea in quiet. 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 minuscule piece of lint off of her skirt.

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

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"Okay, I get it."

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

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

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

Bobby moved a short closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to Summer's and her back talk parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Her lips were indulgent and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their lingua did a sexy obechi and he put his blazon 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 glossa was alive too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was courteous,"summertime said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They shared another long, hot candy kiss at the front threshold 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 experience that she'd had a smooth drive and had made it back safely.

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead, I have to wreak early in the morning."

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

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

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

"He's a good kisser."

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

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

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew right away that it was going to be a secure Nox. He was barely inside the door when, with a XVI inch pizza box and two salads in his hands, Summer planted a quick, major kiss on his mouth, and slid her teasing tongue 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 drink. There was a bottle of wine and a bottle of rum and some beer and cola on the tabulator. She poured wine, he grabbed a beer.

summertime was dressed casually, but hot as infernal region. She was barefoot and wore a slinky insensate shoulder White River top, no bra, and report thin, plaid Capri pants showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned calf. Bobby was about to cream his jeans.

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

They did, and summer had set it up nicely. There was a pseud log burning in the open fireplace and respective scented candles lighted in the room, the ambiance unmistakable. They sat on the couch together and they both knew why they were there. They made slug chattering for a couplet minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the ignition, the flame, the cd, the mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby's manus climbed from her hip to her tit, and summertime's helping hand found his interior thigh. He thumbed her house nipple while he palmed her diffused tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touching, and her helping hand groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his sass to her cervix and smelling her sweet, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her pelt into his mouth. She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his cock through his jean and felt its stiffness. He kissed her thorax above her breast and pulled the white fabric digression and put his mouth around her nipple.

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

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his cock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his gumshoe into her hand, his mole telling her yes, demand it. With one hired hand she unzipped him and slipped her farseeing finger's breadth inside his knickers and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's hand was now in her crotch ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her pussycat. Summer yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his denim. Her bridge player dive down and surrounded his balls.

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

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

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

"Oh God, yes,"summertime blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and Summer tried to bang his bridge player. With his mouth doing a Hoover on her nipple and her veracious hand in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his helping hand was already knockout at work. Her pants had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already dampness. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand full access code. Then she took his hand and fed four fingers into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to make surely he dug deep.

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

"Put your whole hired man in,"she gasped. She grabbed his quarter round and pulled his fingers out and squeezed them together."brand a fist."He did."Yes, that's it. Fuck me like that."

Bobby hesitated but Summer pushed his clench fist into her. She was wet as a river so he met no resistance. Her snatch 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 mind had never even crossed his idea. But summertime kept directing traffic, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her mamilla without constraint, alternating left and right, not playing deary, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His tool was an iron rail, and soon her hand returned to fascinate its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

summertime crammed tit into his mouthpiece and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with level best pucker. Bobby's clenched fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk boxer throwing faineant punch in deep water, but she keened in edgy pleasure with each plunge. The legs of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her chest, eliciting another happy, wheezing bitch. His spittle slickened her pelt and ran down his Kuki-Chin. Sweat brewed on his supercilium as he chomped away.

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

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

Bobby switched from sucking chomp to sweet kisses as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into placate muscle spasm until finally her in use private parts rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his script reemerged.

His fist looked like a overwhelm foetus. He opened and closed his hired man respective sentence and flexed his digit. He rubbed the muck into Summer's leg. He looked up at her grimace and she wore a broad smile.

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

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

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

She pushed him back on the couch and reel herself around to confront him. She took off his shoes and pulled his pants the relief of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his legs apart and knelt on the base between them.

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

"What ?"Bobby asked.

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

She had one hand on his balls and the former on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of back talk and mouthpiece she soon had all eight inches of his queasy tool embedded into her headspring. She was rusty, she knew, and he was variety of large, but she wanted to do her best to relieve oneself it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about thirty irregular. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted organ pipe. Summer pinched his ass buttock as if to squeeze out every dip. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering ends of his throes. Cum escaped from the street corner of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their munition around each early on the couch, and shared intermittent kisses, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at to the lowest degree. They didn't talk ; they basked in the viewing of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that Summer wasn't a woman who talked too much, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to have a go at it her.

After a spell he initiated another buss and while their tongues flirted he eased her onto her back on the couch. He spread her legs and got on his knees between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his pectus. Her legs were now over his berm, her crotch in his look. He supported the impertinence of her ass with his palms and pulled her gem to his lips. He kissed her thighs and licked the lips of her kitty-cat, which was spread out to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the whisker on his wobbling capitulum.

His tongue painted the soft, wet aerofoil of her lips for several arcminute before he plunged his knife into her pussy. summertime oohed and scrunched up but it still felt loose to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clitoris. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the cushioned firmness of purpose of her magic bean in his sassing and took it deep, wanting to take in another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a salutary pounding and another shaft of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his middle finger into her asshole. With the enhanced grip he was able to travel her ass around and even closer, and her pussy was outpouring sapidity against his face. With each suck and each wonk of her groin her ready member filled Sir Thomas More of his mouth and his fingerbreadth filled to a greater extent of her asshole.

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

For a short-change time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and Summer's secernment oozing, her pussycat now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the flash floodlight. Then the dam broke.

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

Bobby didn't time lag for her to wind up. His pecker was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, laborious and prepare to complain ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her inebriate slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

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

Attached by their locked lips, his shabu in her ray and his finger's breadth up her ass, they started rocking the house. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to knock her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her fingerbreadth into his cervix. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to sustain the bolts on its leg tightened after this. Summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her bitch was sucking his pulsating putz as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute she offered every public square inch of her cunt to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each knife thrust of their genital organ and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a consequence and Summer must ingest noticed because she squinched him tighter and rammed her slit into him even harder. His mind had wandered when he briefly thought of Bree.

But he got right back at it pretty straightaway, and started banging like a cherry bomb on New Year's Eve. Summer could feel it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the shock and the carpet, what the hell, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one last power suction of his natural language into her throat and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her bunghole laborious and trench onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second finger in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

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

She didn't young lady by lots. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth squirt, easing down, his torso like sticky jelly atop her, when summertime came again. Her dead body quivered beneath his weight.

"deuce-ace times,"she said, out of breathing time."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summer reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then summertime did her full to clean up the cum puddles on the carpet and lounge. She didn't ask him to pass the dark but she gave him a hell of a good-night candy kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite set to wake up with him in the morning.

They got into the subroutine of hooking up every early Thursday even ; these were the mean solar day Bobby was in the surface area with his body of work. He'd go to Summer's sign after study around five-thirty, they'd have a boozing or two, some dinner and then start making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd fuck and suck as many unlike ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss good Nox and Bobby would drive abode, and they would both come alive up in their own beds and be ready for work in the morning.

This went on for several calendar month. Every two week they'd have dinner party, drinks and each other. No engagement, no dinner party out, no going to the motion-picture show. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to keep it chance and not get too affiliated. He was just a sustenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the starting line that there was probably no realistic future tense for them anyway, and the sex was keen. Plus he was keeping in feeling with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Thursday dark, right after a uproarious sixty-nine where they both came simultaneously into one another's face, summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you busybodied Saturday ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What party ?"

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the masses I work with. There will be a lot of store talk, about orb and warhorse 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 cheap doctors hitting on you, huh ?"

"Something like that. I know somebody 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, deal of intellectual nourishment and beer and wine. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. Dress is very casual."

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

summertime was decently about the study talk of the town. After a while the doctors and techs, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding court, and the rest of the guests were scattered in minuscule groups. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down easygoing for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more ingrain with Summer as he heard her speak. Her cognition was incredible. It was unimaginable to tell who was the tech and who was the doctor. She held her own with the stuck-up doctors and didn't hesitate to declare her flat coat and disagree with them on a few occasion. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, Summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on wide-cut display.

Dinner was an assortment of Warren Burger and dog and wimp and a smorgasbord of salads. And more beer, wine and shop public lecture of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty good time : discharge solid food, dislodge beer and he was very gallant of Summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"red cent, summertime, that was impressive. You really have intercourse your shit !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those hoity-toity doctors. Over and over you were rightfulness and they didn't know what the hell they were talking about. I could tell apart Richard was affect 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 advanced locating test you can take…"

"God, that could take years."

"So what, the fourth dimension will turn over anyway, right ? And you already know more than most of those bozos you're working with, you'll probably walkover right through ! And another thing…"

"What's that ?"

"Listening to all that medicinal technical ophthalmic doctor talk has got me horny as hell !"He put his bridge player between her legs.

She removed his script from her crotch."John L. H. Down Boy, delay boulder clay we get home. Keep your oculus on the road."

"I can't hold. I've never gone to bed with a medico before !"

-- --

That dark they had the crazy sex ever. Bobby was on a cast. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the tinker's dam out of each former. He peppered his monologues with ‘ physician this'and ‘ Dr. that'in between his kisses and licks and sucks and fucks. He told Summer he never knew a Doctor could be such a serious fuck and how he never knew doctor pussy could taste so goodness. He rimmed her butthole and told her how very much he liked her doctor ass. And doc give good head too, he said.

In between her sigh and groan of pleasure summer told him numerous multiplication to ping off the Dr. talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the dark and waking up with Summer for the for the first time and only time. In the first light he woke up with a farsighted, hard erection.

"commodity morning, doc,"he said. summer's face curled into mock annoyance."I need a doctor's care."

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

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

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

"No, I think it needs prompt care !"

"But I'm an eye Doctor of the Church,"she said."Not a urologist."

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

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

-- --

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

"Hi Mom…..okay, how are you ? ... .oh, it was okay. Same as it is every year…..Oh, really ? ... .Well, what happened to that handyman who repaired the siding ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't need you up on any run ! ... .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 gutters cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on ladder. She was in a relationship with a nice man for old age and he used to hire care of that kind of stuff, but he died about a year ago. And the guy she had hired for some work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big house ?"

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

"Energy Department she hold an extension ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ravel I'll sporty her gutters for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until next weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Sat to go plumb nasty, smelly rain down trough. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a Nice gesture for a courteous woman, the mother of his older lover and novel favorite ‘ doctor ’.

He woke up early Saturday and dressed in his worst clothes : Ratty jean, sweatshirt, white socks and an old pair of canary, quick for dirty body of work. He wanted to get an early showtime because the forecast called for pelting by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a store and bought some operose chicken feed grip and rubber gloves.

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

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how well she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties body looking slim and bring down and much younger in broken-in St. Matthew's and a loose white blouse. Her blonde-gray tomentum was in a pleach ponytail that hung down her back.

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

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

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

He lugged the ladder 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 farewell and snails and gunk and turd. He grabbed the jack, raked the darn, and scooped the diddly into bags. He went up and down the run legion time. He moved the ladder around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the prolonged garden hose down up top to bloom piss through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the whole firm cleaning out the gutters and filling bag with stinky gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with pieces of shitty roof trough funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his boldness, in his fuzz. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the run and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the trash bag of muck by the side of the service department under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage 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 poor thing. Wait one import, I'll be powerful back."She returned in XXX instant and handed him a towel and a gown."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll throw your apparel in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to cypher, toweled off and wrapped the gown around his eubstance. He carried his saturated clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the adjacent wash room getting the washing machine ready.

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

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

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

Ella was putting the final touches on luncheon : tuna salad on goner, soup, crisp and lemonade.

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

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

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and drank with gusto. Ella soon refilled his glass with lemonade and his stadium with soup. They talked as they ate and the tempest 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 foresighted distance relationships really don't oeuvre. He recapped how they had met that Friday night at the Vous and had all hit it off right away.

They cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and watched streams of rainwater flow across the glass back breaker. The storm had increased in loudness with hard rain, strong confidential information and thunder.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"last enough,"she said.

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

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

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

Ella touched Bobby's hand as she said that and he was surprised by the galvanising charge it gave him. Maybe it was the element of surprise, maybe it was the occasional lightning extraneous, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the build of his arm. He again became more self-conscious of his bleakness underneath the gown. So did his dick.

They took their arse on the lounge. As he sat Bobby had to reach down to his privates 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.

first-class honours degree, they talked about Ella's home. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the yard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood privacy fencing enclosing the back thousand had a phone number of tear or missing slat, but that would be an wanton fix and he'd be sword lily to occupy tending of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man summer had mentioned to him. His gens was Al and they were confining companion for years. He used to look at attention of all the outside task but he died the year before of a affectionateness attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in indifferent when it came to the grounds.

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

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

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

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

"At least we have muckle 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 taper in the living room. I'll be rectify back. I'm going to rend your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how long the baron will be out."

Bobby took a healthy gulp of his beverage and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candela in the sustenance room. The afternoon was grim and tempestuous outside and the flickering flame gave the room a cozy, Sir Thomas More intimate feel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the easy, wavering visible light and both had subtle, amused grin on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a heavyweight leap and crossed some sort of line. He didn't know what phone line it was but he could palpate it, a new level of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not appear to be as relax as it was before. Her jeans held snug to her slim pegleg and showed wear on her knee, butt and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoe. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and zippo else. He felt a fuss down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber legs practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open cunt. Then of Summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance piece of tail. But here he was now, practically naked and seated adjacent to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thought he was having. He was imagining all the thing he wanted to do with her.

"Oh, I think you're pretty clever. And such a W. C. Handy man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those gutter. It is such a dirty job and it's such a nasty day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a nice luncheon, in effect drinks and skillful company. And I'll come next Saturday and mend your fence. That will be an well-to-do job. There're only a fistful of spline that need to be replaced ; the others just need some smart nails."

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

"The stuff will be cheap and it's an well-off job. But I don't want any money. I'll postulate it out in trade."

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

"Uh, another free tiffin. More Bloody Blessed Virgin. More lively conversation."

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

"fountainhead, that's my price. Unless we can imagine of something else,"he said. Ella's eyes were wide-eyed and unblinking and locked into his.

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

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

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

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

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

"You were right. It's a undecomposed day to be inside,"she said right after another scag boomer shook the house. She put her hand on his forearm and pulled gently. He pivoted to front her and they looked at each other 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 wrong affair and I end up regretting it."

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the lips. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lips parted and his knife instantly searched for hers. Her former hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her back. Their clapper did soft whirls and kink, each exploring a brand new sassing, and their first of all candy kiss lingered on. Her finger dug into his peel through the tenuous fabric of her gown and his hands explored her lower rachis. His penis grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

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

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

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

"It means we should buss whomever we want ; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, XXVI, whatever."He pulled her a piffling closer 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 dame cistron came from."

He pulled her straits to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their lip were open for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one bridge player in the small of her backrest and the early on her ass. Bobby's cock was grueling and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her thinker was a whirlwind of mental confusion wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her pussy was suddenly dying and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a meter and with their lips still locked and their spit doing a sexy terpsichore, Ella's fingers found the strand on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his gourmandize cock with her hand. She gripped her digit around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the bedroom,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his putz like an eight-inch hold and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim lighter, their kisses punctuated by flashes of lightning and clap of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulders and let it fall to the hardwood base. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper dead body : it was thin and her skin was taut but for a match delicately line on her categorical stomach. Her shoulders and weapon system were toned, not too skinny, and her bosom were small-to-medium size of it with minimal sag. There was a puritanic tattoo of a peace sign just above her mightily breast. summertime had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several minutes as their hands roamed over fresh flesh. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to early places. He kissed her neck and licked her spike and sucked the peace sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a squealing moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her blue jean. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her peg and knelt between them. He took his first tone at her pussy. It was hirsute, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her sassing and lipped her clitoris and she squirmed as if her nerve endings were on overload. He gripped the nerve of her ass tightly to stabilize her crotch as he drilled his sassing into it. It helped a minuscule but still her cunt was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to terminate ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass firm and plastered his lip to her cocked member. He sucked away and squeezed her butt. Slowly he felt her relax and her effort fell in rhythm with his. For several minutes they worked together like this, her genitalia pushed against his brass, him sucking her clit, his tongue tasting her piquantness and his nostril breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to fuck. He gave her one endure John Roy Major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her impregnate kitty-cat sassing were kissing the fountainhead of his stopcock. Atop her, he stared into her liquidness eyes.

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

"Believe it."

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

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched sinkhole and felt her warm wet rampart around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscles. He'd pushing his entire length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the yard and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and hold it for a while, getting in sync and in strain like a authoritative duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a romp train.

Their faces were column inch apart as they fucked, their across-the-board, delight center locked-in. They both grunted with every jab until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her backtalk with his lingua. His hand were on her fanny cheeks and his fingers inched toward her arsehole. He wanted to fuck all three of her muddle at once.

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

His cum rose up like a prison house riot, his sperm combat to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsing stream and he felt a bunko in his rooster as he came ; his little prisoners were burning down the menage. He roared as he released. With reprise sultry trembles he uploaded his ejaculate into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

"Whew is compensate,"Ella said. She turned on her English and nestled up.

They held each other in quiet for many arcminute. They listened to their breath and felt the gentle lift of their bureau. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a steady rain tickling the windowpane.

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

"Ah, we have might,"Ella said."safe timing. I'm going to run and put your 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 accommodation door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few proceedings later with her hired hand wide. She carried two glasses and a small jar.

"Energy deglutition,"Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody Madonna. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their potable. Well, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin shock. He was pretty sure his hobble tool moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the glass on the tabular array on his English of the bed. Ella took another drink from hers and did the same.

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

"coconut meat 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 canny,"and kissed him.

The kiss quickly escalated and in no fourth dimension their knife were dancing and their hands were prancing. And Bobby's dick moved all rightfulness, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't maintain her helping hand off of it. She couldn't keep her oral fissure off of it either.

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

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

In a flying moment they were in a screw race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in hard, long fortuity, the brain of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no moans or moan or dirty talk, just the squeak of the bed and the twitching of the ceiling fan overhead.

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

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the Cocos nucifera oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the flooring. She scooped some oil into her hand and reached behind her and slipped her greasy fingerbreadth 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 stooge. She spread her cheeks with her finger and her asshole was open for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the pass of his peter right up to her open hole and pushed. Ella took a cryptic breather and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his cock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"Good. Now fuck me."She put her fingerbreadth on her torpid clitoris and felt herself.

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

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clitoris like a freshwater bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more shipway than one. He drilled her with a Passion, willing his come up for another ride out into the wild dark yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a yoke minutes he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six more cerebrovascular accident his river was rising. With a flash moan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple times into the cryptic reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shot his last drop he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an effort to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her arsehole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his fount in her crotch and his mouth on her inflated tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the back of his head. She shoved her clit deep into his mouth with all her might wish she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his pecker : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her acrobatic mole on his face and inhaled the foul taste and scent of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

The day was getting late by the time they dragged their keister out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his clothes were clean, dry and neatly folded on the toilette bum when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

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

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

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

"wellspring, that's very gracious. 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 grinning. He kissed her and took one terminal taste of her and their glossa said a slow goodbye.

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The following few days were just like any other calendar week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be easy, maybe an hour and a half of piece of work, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get laid again.

He picked up the fence material and nails on Friday. Saturday was a clear, gay day so there would be no fortune of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a storm. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to work. He'd only been there for a few transactions before Ella noticed. A window opened and she called to him. She asked him to come inside for a minute.

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

"There's been a piddling variety of plan,"Ella said."I won't be able-bodied to have you for lunch."

"Oh, that's O.K.,"Bobby said, trying not to fathom disappointed.

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

"No problem, I understand."

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

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

"You did,"she said.

She took a step finisher. She reached between his peg and took his hammer in her bridge player. She kissed him, and her clapper did a momentary slither in his mouth.

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

She pulled him a couple steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pants. His peter was already at full attention. She kissed it and licked his lump. She took it into her mouth.

The all shebang was over in to a lesser extent than thirty transactions. She sucked him to pass completion and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the redact and buried his case into her twat for a few moment until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a brace arcminute before he noticed the jar of coconut meat oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

He turned her over. Her bottom was slickness, the remainder of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her drippy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a yoke Thomas More minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

"Happy natal day,"Bobby said as he pulled out.

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

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Bobby had just finished up and was putting his puppet in the 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 kiss her or not in front man of her mother's house, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

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

"Huh ? What do you stand for ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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Things started to get uncanny after that. The next Thursday would accept been Bobby's night to see summertime but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did reach her a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a first.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any chore she needed him to contract care of, in the grounds, on the ceiling, or in the bedchamber. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good idea. Too close for comfort with summertime and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been summer's steady bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her female parent.

Bobby thought about the last few calendar month with amazement. He had had a uncivilised weekend with a young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible nights with her hot Mom, doctor summertime. And finally a couple angry romps of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a shift, the rainy time of year was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an email to Bree in an effort to catch up, but they hadn't been in touch for a while and doubted he would hear back. Out of ken, out of brain, you know how that goes.

-- --

Bobby went to work every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would play back the experiences in his judgement, 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 with Summer ; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get lay and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her domicile by the storm and ended up au naturel wearing her gown. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was dissimilar with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four calendar month later when out of the blue on a Thursday evening Bobby received a call from summertime. When he saw her epithet displayed on his phone he froze for a 2nd. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"Hello, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

"Bree ? Is something ill-timed ? Is she all right ?"

"Oh, she's fine,"Summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance instructor. They're putting on a song and saltation revue for richly school 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 production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to shout you, but she has been so occupy, she's been putting in xvi hour days. And I think she may get felt funny story calling since she had not done a effective job of keeping in speck. Anyway, I wanted to anticipate you in case you would want to know."

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

"The final performance are this weekend : Tomorrow nighttime, Sabbatum Night and a Sunday matinee."She went on to severalize him the house and present times.

"I'd dear to see her,"Bobby said."Do you think she'd mind if I came Saturday Night ?"

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

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Bobby was walking on air for two Clarence Day. On Sat evening he got to the theater plenty early. He'd made sure he dressed and looked and smelled estimable. He picked up his ticket and there was a brief bill paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! meet me at the foot of the level right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a big tush. Center subdivision, third row, aisle seat. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had highschool ceilings, chandeliers and a minuscule 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 unlike places : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several different Book of Numbers. The display was an olio of birdcall and dance Numbers from Broadway musicals.

The display was very professionally done even though nearly of the performer were amateurs. Bobby was particular impressed with the skirt named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her telling ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the sleep of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ Cabaret'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the firm down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

After the show the lights went up and the audience streamed toward the rear loss but Bobby had a short paseo to the stagecoach. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

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

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

"It shows !"

"deprivation to go get a beverage or something ?"she asked.

"Absolutely !"

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

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Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's door when Bree emerged from the back of the theater. She was a beautiful great deal for his sore heart. She wore the same pixilated jeans and red sweater she'd worn on the night they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her face and she looked yummy. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the rider room access for her and she got in.

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

"God, it's thoroughly 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 overhear up. Bree told Bobby how dismal she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the show. She told him how she'd become involved with the production.

"My old dance teacher is on the faculty at the university, in the field artistic creation and Dance Department. She was always an stirring and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the years. Anyway a few month ago she asked if I could help her put the show together, perform and jitney and mentor the cast. She had some surplus money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The display was great. 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 happy with the result."She reached over and touched Bobby's hand."It's so good to see you. I'm glad Mom called you. I wanted to but I kept putting it off. I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

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

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the night we all met my mom had just kind of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guy cable and she was attracted to you and she has her needs so it made sense for you two to hook up even it was only temporary. But you really made her finger good about herself. She told me about you going to the political party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ Doctor'and encouraged her to second to school. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

"Yes, and she credits you for helping her to get there. Not long after that party she met a man and they've become pretty life-threatening about each other. He's an ophthalmologist who came to shape in her clinic for three weeks while her boss was on holiday. His name is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking division, and making plans to get together his drill as an optometrist.

"And my nan was in kind of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear protagonist, a man she'd been very close to, the class before. And she was stuck in a major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health food stores, and he had been asking her out for months but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her feel aphrodisiacal and desirable again and she got up the braveness to ring Moe and see if his invitation was still right. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

"Wow, that's bully. I'm very well-chosen for her. And summer too."

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

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

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels expert to spill about it. A few weeks ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to hold back it, get hold a new roomie in a urban center full moon of lunatics, or try to find another seat, which is no light labor. 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 department. I would attend to on all the productions, yarn, auditions, as well as any other chores they have for me. But I would make on choreography and be involved in the originative process, which I love, and mentor the scholarly person if they needed individual service. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be livable, and one of the perquisite is I could learn three course of study credits for free every semester and in the summer academic term to work toward a arcdegree. But I'd have to find a place to live, get a car, and eradicate my lifespan from what it's been the survive few years.

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

"You could take care at it as a great opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The give up classes are a great fillip. And if you would need to make excess money, I know I could book us a few gigs a week as a duo ; with your looks and your vox we'd be gilt. But the main point is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few class. And that experience could actually have a priceless effect on the students you come in contact with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my teacher said."

"She's mighty. I'd bet few if any people in that department have had the experience you have. All the auditions, the cast calls, and the performances you've done. That could be invaluable to younger students."

The mo mound was almost empty. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their gull. Each mug had about two taste in it.

"Are you meddlesome tomorrow dark ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my ticket,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final performance. Afterwards we have a roll party which I must give ear for an hour or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my grannie and Moe. It's Gerry's kickshaw. Would you hail with me ?"

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

"No, not at all. Please derive, I don't want to be a twenty percent cycle. The women all agree it is a well estimation. And the men both said they'd love to run into you. And don't concern, neither one of them knows that you got there first."

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's rectify. And after dinner and the old folks leave, we can have a minuscule metre to ourselves."

Bobby drove Bree to summertime's house. They had a overnice 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 was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the vacation Inn down the block, Bobby arrived early and waited in the lobby. At about five transactions till seven the honest-to-god folks arrived. Summer looked fine as ever in a red attire and with longer hair, now several in down her back. Ella was slim and vibrant in a tight Black top and sloppy flowery trouser. He was pleasantly storm when summertime and Ella both hugged him without faltering, thus breaking any ice.

presentation had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front entranceway and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a sidewise coup d'oeil here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free people and well-to-do, often focused on Bree's product, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few days older than Summer, and had a pretty good sense of humor. And Moe was a real piece of oeuvre, big and bold, mirthful as Hades and had a ponytail almost as farseeing as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbyes in the hall. By this time the stead had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. potable they could nurse and extend the evening. At outset they talked about how well dinner had gone and how a good deal they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's quandary. A decision would accept to be made soon.

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

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

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

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

Bree's middle became leaky discus. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a room key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table next to the other 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 dependable : bang-up minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to dislodge one of the booking to the watch over Night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back home was the redress thing to do .