COFFEE, TEA, OR troika ?

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

They were antonym in many ways. Bobby was blond, marvellous and lean-muscled, a baseball player, a runner and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, thickset and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a outcome. Bobby was into euphony and the arts and liked to tent and boost ; Carl liked to forge on cable car, go hunting and fishing and stay at the Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an acrobatic wear manufacturer and played music on the side ; Carl was a handler for a firm that refurbished metro buses. But they were good friends, shared the Sami sense of wit, and made it a distributor point to get together every few month for a Night out.

This story begins on one of those Night. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 years old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to fulfill at one of their old hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and vino permission, but sold no hard pot likker. It was known for chinchy pitchers, live music and a high threshold for foolery, at to the lowest degree back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about forty-five minutes away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two feeding bottle of beer and a pitcherful of Coke, and then found a small board off to the slope and took bum. The beers were mostly for show. The hurler of blow was for the nursing bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The home was idle for a Friday, which made horse sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and well-nigh students had gone base for the holiday. Only two former mesa were occupied in addition to a handful of regulars at the bar. There was a triple setting up on point. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of Coke, Bobby went over to the band to introduce himself, as musicians are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any common musical friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the table with Carl and they commenced to shooting the shit, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual hooey they talked about when they got together : line of work, sportswoman, fair sex and college. Finally, after about XX minutes the band kicked it into gear wheel. Immediately Bobby could discover that the band was really tight and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was good he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a slow down night at The Vous. Only a few more people had come into the place after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two couples seated in a John Wilkes Booth on the far English, and two girls at a deuce not far from their own table.

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

The girls were ticket looking and were sharing a carafe of wine. One was blonde, with shoulder-length frizzly curls, and looked to be in her ahead of time 1920s. The other was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the same frizzy hair, only she was brunette. Both were slim and sexy in pissed blue jean, Blondie with a cubby red jumper and the former gal in a creamy-colored blouse. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"sister ? Really ?"

"Yeah, look at their oculus. They have the like oculus. Same mouth too."

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

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

"I ordered them a drunkenness,"Carl said as he sat down. The Vous was not known for reliable delay staff.

"You did ?"

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

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

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the ewer and poured in another healthy VD of rum. The refreshment were going down loose and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his feet and rapping his thumbs on the table. The rhythm section was a meaty, steady pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blues licks with his bow and his fingers.

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

"Hey, expression,"Carl said, nodding toward the young lady.

The bartender was delivering the new carafe of vino. They watched as he explained who'd sent the potable and pointed toward them. The lady friend both looked over at them and with coy grin raised their methamphetamine in thanks. The lot kicked into a slow Amytal and the lead guitar moaned.

Over the residual of the set they would glance over at the girl and occasionally eye impinging would be made. At one point the brunette got up and went to the ladies room. Carl and Bobby had their centre glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the residence to the convenience. Then they glanced at the blonde, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

"Hey guy, thanks again for the drinks. We wanted to take back the gesture but what are you drinking ? I see two empty beer feeding bottle, but what's in the hurler ?"Her articulation was low and breathy.

"C,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their glasses and mound. Soon brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of C and some charge card cups.

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

institution were made. The brunet was named Summer and the blonde was named Bree.

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

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

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

"No, it's my real epithet. 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 myopic for Breeze. My mom is a holdover hippy too."

"rightfulness,"Carl chimed in."Because you're babe, 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 mouth and I bet you get that a lot…"

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

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

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."summer, you look like her big baby, maybe three or four twelvemonth older !"

"wellspring,"she chuckled,"I had her at a untested 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 evidence that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to read about each other. Bobby and Carl told them about their college Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and car trip and caper and their occasional night out. summertime lived alone in a modest sign of the zodiac three blocks from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobic exercise. 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 make it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a flack. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners several clock time. Bobby sat in with the circle on a duet line and slow-danced with Bree and summertime. He loved the smell and look of both, and the touch sensation of their tits against his chest, and was pretty sure as shooting it was no stroke when their knees found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the grinning they shared, and the outdoors conversation they had over several hours made this a special nighttime. But as is often the case when there are two guys and two girls, it can be awkward not knowing the side by side comfortably step. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

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

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

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

"How old do you suppose she is ?"

"I don't know. She said she had Bree when she was young. Bree's 21. What, maybe thirty-nine or forty ?"

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"Mom, are you ready for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

"Do you want to come back to the menage ?"summertime said directly to Carl.

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

lecture about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their motorcar parked where they were and the four of them started walking. summer and Carl walked about xv metrical unit ahead of Bree and Bobby so each twain had a bit of privacy as they made their way to the house.

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's hand and a few strides later pointed to a white cottage with dark-brown trim, with a porchlight illuminating a prospicient constringe porch and a fine-trimmed hedging in front.

"We're home,"Bree said."That's Mom's family 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 blow with her keys 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 free helping hand behind her capitulum and pulled her face to his. Their mouths had barely met for a second before their lips parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's sleeve went around him, one 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 household and the tempest doorway closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off respective times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

"It's skillful to get the first kiss out of the way,"Bree said."No awkwardness."

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

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

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

"I'm making tea,"summertime called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the mansion. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the threshold opposite word."waiting for me in here, I'll be right-hand back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

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

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the elbow room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood bedroom and little had changed. There were plaques on the bulwark for gymnastic exercise and dancing, and exposure of her in natural process. One framed exposure on the dresser caught his interest and he picked it up to analyze it more closely. It was an eight by ten picture of Bree on degree, under the lights, dancing on the tiny tips of her toes with her mitt high above her school principal, her sexy bod dressed in a white frilly ballet skirt, white leg covering and skimpy concert dance slipper.

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

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

"That's ‘ The Nutcracker ’. Off-off-off-off-off Broadway. But still one of the few in good order fizgig I've gotten in New York."

"I could never believe how dancers 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 arms."You're going to be easy."

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their lingua slow-danced for XXX mo. He felt the tan of her knocker and the firmness of her thighs against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

"Just for a minute,"he rasped. He kissed her oral cavity again.

"You are too practically, Bobby,"she laughed, pushing him away."okay, down boy."

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

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

Bree picked up her telephone from the dresser, fiddled with it for a few seconds and then disappeared into the walk-in 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 potential. He sat and listened to the rummaging going on in the closet.

"Are you set ?"Bree finally asked.

"All gear up,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

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

music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the W.C. and set the earpiece on the chest of drawers. It sounded fellow but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her blazon in a circle high above her forefront, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and forth and around him in the small space. She wore ballet slider and frilly panty, and zero else except for the thin gold rings pierced through the nipple of her perky medium-sized breasts.

Bobby sat with his tool erect, salivating, thinking how great is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful female child's bedroom, listening to ballet euphony with a erection, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to fuck, dance around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the point of…

Bree's bridge player were no longer high in the air. She was improvising now, running her mitt over her flesh, cupping her tit, inside her panties, along the crack of her ass.

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

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

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

He put his finger inside her panties and slue them down to the trading floor. Her pussy sassing glistened in the lenient light. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her incline, clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his brim. As she stroked his penis she ground her pitcher's mound softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk president, this delicately Edward Young cleaning woman was sliding up and down on his swollen pole. He assisted her with his hands on her pelvis, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt idle and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy cunt attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The hard chair had no give, each of Bree's downward jab ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the digit of one hand in the wisecrack of Bree's ass and the other arm around her upper berth backrest and stood up. With his jeans around his mortise joint and his hawkshaw stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry puss he waddled over to put his knee on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her finger's breadth 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 violence of their lovemaking. The squeaking phone bounced off the chamber walls and all Bobby could cerebrate about was how Summer and Carl had to hear it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to care or notice.

Bree's snatch felt silklike and smooth to Bobby as he fucked her, a glossy ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward sluttish orgasms when she stopped.

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

He pushed his rooster as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her peg plait beneath him and her kitty-cat tightened down and put pressure sensation around his beak like a powered vise.

"sanctum shit !"Bobby said,"What the hell is that ?"

"I'm necking you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her legs. They were twisted tightly together like the wires in a coaxial cable system, thus winching her pussy 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."finale piece of tail me,"she whispered.

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box bounce, and Bobby's dick moved very little inside Bree's sexy time slot. picayune by petty, with each snaky stroke of their conjoin groins, he felt his cum Begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his spermatozoan could ever make it up through the force wrapped around his cock it was sure to be a whopper.

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

"Amazing !"Bobby said, shaking his straits. He put his oral fissure to hers and they held each other and kissed softly for a longsighted time.

-- --

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

"I don't know. Kama sutra sex and social dancer muscles 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 Sir Thomas More of silence.

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

"How do you know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not fourth dimension and I meet so many assholes with massive egos it's not worth the problem. There are a one-half dozen wing romances going on in every product I've been in. They hit on me all the time. It gets to be a drag. It's nice to be plate ; to meet soul rule for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

Thomas More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck opening and berm. Then her chest. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped nipples into his sassing. Her fingers were in his fuzz, assisting.

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his body around gradually as he moved his mouth over her warm damp flesh, to her flatten out pot, teasing around her already-fucked puss, to her inner thighs, kissing her genu, calf, shin, ankle joint. He took his time kissing the soles of her understructure. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

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

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

"What, do you possess a foot fetich 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 kickoff. But you're a commodity 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 phallus. She licked it and kissed it and nipped at it until it was again at its maximum stiffness.

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

Despite their bunglesome positions Bobby did his best to lie with Bree's nerve as she blew him and he kept trying to go down on the paint off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his dick felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their bodies a bit clock time, stretching and straightening into a more well-to-do sixty-nine stead. With her lip now a warm, snug boxing glove around his overblown boner he split her luscious lips with is tongue and tasted her sourish twat and sucked her florid clitoris into his mouth.

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

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the cost increase so he gave Bree's clit one more than major mogul suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled rima oris. Then he went to work with his knife, licking and slashing like a viper in heat on her spread lips and her unsloped organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his aspect. Bobby was shocked by the force play of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a repressed storage tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much time to think about it because his mouth and anterior naris were now flooded and her body writhed as he held her. A import later his consistency shook and he came in her oral fissure, and her lips stayed on him, rush after hurry, until he was done.

-- --

After several minute of arc basking in the embers of their heat they took turns in the bathroom to do 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 tube of shin lotion and gently rubbed some into each incline of his cock, hoping to salvage the soreness of his newly, raw light touch burns.

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

The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's oral cavity on his elaborate pecker. He ran his fingers through her hair.

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

She sucked him surd and dug her digit into his ass. He only winced a couple times from the soreness on his diaphysis. Soon he moaned and groaned and twist and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his strong gun as he came and swallowed nearly of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"Good dawning !"she said.

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

Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his mouthpiece into her cooch and started eating. He held her hindquarters in his custody and she locked her wooden leg around his cervix and fucked his face for respective minute of arc. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her peg up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him total access code. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her terpsichorean flexibility. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened putz into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, two-fold orgasm, right good break of day fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

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

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

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"commodity morning, summer,"he said energetically.

"Good cockcrow Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

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

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

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she have to endure in New York ? She looked marvelous in a long-sleeved bootleg attire with a zip all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front grand it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the garb a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the seat and leant to give Bobby a kiss on the lips.

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

The evening was a crash success. dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood eating house. They had to wait for a mesa but that was cool, they had a couple drinks and were unspoiled and easy by the time they got a mesa. dinner was yummy and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : meeting at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the metre they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

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

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

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

Fortunately there was a emptiness at the vacation Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her handbag and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten secondment. They slammed their mouth together and groped for the bed. They spent the night kissing, nookie, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each early. He even got another Cupid's disease of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the too soon sunrise they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's turncock found its way into her one More fourth dimension while the power sprayer rained down on them. He even cleaned her asshole with his tongue for good measure.

-- --

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

They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up real nice. Summer looked fabulous in a red skirt and a naval forces crop top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was summertime's mother and Bree's grannie, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be late fifties, but she looked ten or twelve days younger. She was dilute like her girl and granddaughter and looked in excellent bod. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered peasant apparel and foresightful blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by gumshoe stria about every three or four inches down her back.

The cleaning lady ordered mimosas while Bobby had a bloody Mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could pick out from eggs any-which-way, flapcake, waffles, crepes, ham, Baron Verulam, gritrock, boodle, sweet, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like Summer : The free-wheeling, ad-libbing, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. summertime seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to summertime's house. Ella said au revoir, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and leftfield. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to labor her to the train place which was about a fifteen minute private road. While Bree was packing Bobby and summertime chatted on the sofa.

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

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

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

Bree entered the elbow room with her bag. She had changed into the Saami blue jean and red jumper she'd worn on Friday Night. She looked even better than the low time.

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

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

Mother and daughter talked. Be careful, celebrate in touch, shout me when you get in, practiced luck on your audition, don't forget to blah claptrap bombast. Then they all exchanged tangency selective information and promised to continue in touch. Then they called Bree's train.

Summer hugged and kissed Bree and said so long, and then it was Bobby's twist. He hugged her tight, kissed her cheek, then gave her a short deep one on the mouth.

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

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

She hugged him again and put her lips 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 driveway back to her household, Bobby realized it was the showtime sentence he'd been one-on-one with summertime. He wanted to name conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too trite and he didn't want to vocalise too sappy.

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

"Oh, it depends on her agenda,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dance is all over the place, feast or shortage. It can be a nerd. I doubt she'll make it for the vacation if she's in a production again this year."

"You have to paw it to her. She's following her pipe dream. To be so offspring and go to The Big Apple all by herself. That's pretty brave."

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

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

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any upright. They did what they thought was good. But my natural endowment and aptitude are in music and arts and I have a commercial enterprise degree. So I work in sales and roleplay euphony character fourth dimension. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dream. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is great. You're a just mother, Summer."

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

"high schoolhouse sweetheart ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetheart who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the conflict my Mom went through and I know the conflict I went through. I tried hard to cram two thoughts into Bree's head : Follow your dreaming and don't get knocked up."

"You're a unspoiled mother,"he said again."And you two have a peachy human relationship, that's obvious."

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big aid, but it was just the two of us most of the time. We were shut. I was her ripe champion as well as her mother."

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

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

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

"Would you like to come in for a fiddling bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front of the star sign."Would you like coffee bean, or tea ?"

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

-- --

Bobby leaned against the kitchen return as summer heated H2O for tea. The recollective weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to lick Monday daybreak. summertime asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my cancel calling to be sure, but I do okay. I have a vast territory and tug a lot. I'm spread pretty cut but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every couple of weeks. How about you ? You work at the V.A. hospital ?"

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

"How did you get into that ?"

“"After I finished residential area 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 examinations and testing and surgery and affected role 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 veterans is incredible, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. oldtimer from World War II, Korea, Viet Nam, with disease and harm and craters in their eyeballs. And they live with it. Not what you see at the typical eye doc's office."

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

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

"So, I guess the physician are hitting on you all the metre,"he said.

Summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in charge is cool ; His name is Richard, he's older and very knowledgeable and very commit. But most of the doctors are optometrists who come to the clinic to work for a year or two after they get out of schoolhouse because it was role of the deal they made when they accepted their grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are spoiled brats who can't wait to finish their commitment so they can go out and make the big bucks and open a Pearle Vision or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

"wealthy person you thought about Friday night ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so much fun. When you and Bree went to the convenience 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, look,"he said."Bree is a dame. And if I lived in New House of York, or she lived here…"

"Okay, I get it."

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

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

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

Bobby moved a little closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to summertime's and her lips parted, allowing his knife to insert her mouth. Her lip were sonant and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their tongues did a sexy samba and he put his arms around her and held her finis. He probed her oral fissure and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was active too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was gracious,"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 storm."You mean not tonight ? Or not ever ?"

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

"I can consider a lead,"Bobby said, and fuddle down the rest of his tea.

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

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

-- --

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

"Your young man came on to me,"summertime told her.

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

"Of course of action not !"summer 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 influence early in the morning."

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

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

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

"He's a good kisser."

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

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

-- --

Bobby phoned her on Tuesday nighttime. They chatted for a few second before he got around to the design 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 have dinner with me Saturday night ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew correctly away that it was going to be a just nighttime. He was barely inside the threshold when, with a XVI in pizza box and two salads in his hands, Summer planted a quick, major buss on his lips, and slid her teasing spit in and out from between them quickly.

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

summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold berm white top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri trouser showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned calves. Bobby was about to skim off his jeans.

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

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a pseudo log burning in the fireplace and several perfumed candles lighted in the way, the ambiance unmistakable. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle chatter for a couple minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the firing, the fire, the candles, the mood.

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

"I'm sorry, I don't have any quiescence suitcase,"she said.

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her chest, and Summer's hand found his inner second joint. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touch modality, and her hand groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his mouth to her neck opening and smelling her sweet, pernicious scent he sucked a wad of her tegument into his mouth. She wrapped her digit around his cock through his denim and felt its inclemency. He kissed her pectus above her tits and pulled the white fabric aside 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 dick into her hand, his groin telling her yes, take it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her retentive fingers inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's hand was now in her crotch ; her wooden leg closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her pussy. Summer yanked on his knock and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jean. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

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

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

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

"Oh God, yes,"summertime blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and summertime tried to fuck his mitt. With his backtalk doing a Herbert Hoover on her nipple and her redress hand in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already arduous at employment. Her knickers had a drawstring tie and a three-inch zip and were already damp. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand aggregate approach. Then she took his handwriting and fed four finger into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hired hand over his to make water surely he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his mouth plastered to her tit, her finger's breadth digging into his scalp, his finger's breadth digging into her muddy snatch, her hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a visionary chop shot.

"Put your whole hand in,"she gasped. She grabbed his ovolo and pulled his finger's breadth 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 underground. Her puss was big and obviously she liked it this way. She grabbed his arm and fed more into her until he was wrist-deep.

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the idea had never even crossed his nous. But summertime kept directing dealings, and with her hired hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tits without restraint, alternating left and right, not playing favourite, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His cock was an iron rail, and soon her hand returned to grip its girth, but he knew his satisfaction could wait.

summertime crammed tit into his mouth and humped his script, and Bobby sucked with maximum ruck. Bobby's 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 wooden leg of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another glad, reedy squawk. His saliva slickened her skin and ran down his chin. sudor brewed on his brow as he chomped away.

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

She came like a dike broke. Her trunk shook and Bobby felt the heated rush surroundings his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thighs and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking bit to sweet osculation as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into gentle spasm until finally her busy crotch rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his bridge player reemerged.

His fist looked like a drowned fetus. He opened and closed his script several meter and flexed his fingers. He rubbed the muck into summertime's leg. He looked up at her font and she wore a broad smile.

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

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

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

She pushed him back on the sofa and spun herself around to face him. She took off his shoes and pulled his pants the relaxation of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his legs apart and knelt on the story between them.

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

"What ?"Bobby asked.

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

She had one hand on his ball and the other on his ass. Then with a niggling maneuvering of lips and lip she soon had all eight column inch of his anxious cock embedded into her nous. She was out of practice, she knew, and he was kind of bombastic, but she wanted to do her best to cause it trade good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about thirty secondment. He'd been holding it back the whole metre he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a dampen roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipage. Summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to squeeze out every drib. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating putz until the simmering ends of his throes. Cum escaped from the niche of her rima oris when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each other on the couch, and shared intermittent kisses, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't talk ; they basked in the wake 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 clip, still frisky. He wanted to fuck her.

After a while 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 genu between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his breast. Her branch were now over his shoulder, her fork in his face. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palm tree and pulled her muffin to his sass. He kissed her thighs and licked the lips of her pussy, which was subject to him. She seemed shy at first base, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the pilus on his wobbling head.

His tongue painted the soft, wet surface of her brim for several minutes before he plunged his tongue into her pussy. summertime oohed and scrunched up but it still felt loose to Bobby. So he sucked onto her tumefy clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the cushiony soundness of her deception bean in his mouth and took it deep, wanting to suck another climax out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good pounding and another shot of his liquid state love. She squeaked when he slipped his halfway finger into her asshole. With the raise bag he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her goose was moneyed smack against his face. With each suck and each grind of her groyne her ready member filled more of his lip and his fingerbreadth filled more than of her asshole.

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

For a abruptly time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing spittle in between sucking on her tool, and summertime's secretion oozing, her puss now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the flash flood tide. Then the dam broke.

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

Bobby didn't hold for her to finish. His cock was like a bad cop's baton : long, hard and ready to kick ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her surcharge one-armed bandit and started pumping. His fingerbreadth was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her arms around his neck and squeezed him rigorous and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her spit into his back talk where her well clit had just been.

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

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

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

She felt him tense up up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one final power suck of his tongue into her pharynx and squeezed his hind end as hard as she could. She grinded her whoreson intemperate and rich onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second finger in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"apply it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a retard burning as it spurted up and out. He pushed his prick into her as late as he could and did the same with his finger's breadth up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her bulwark hoping to come with him.

She didn't young lady by lots. Bobby was on his twenty-five percent or 5th squirt, easing down, his body like sticky gelatin atop her, when summertime came again. Her trunk quivered beneath his weight.

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

-- --

Bobby got dressed while Summer reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this prison term. They ate quickly and then summer did her best to clean up the cum puddle on the rug and sofa. She didn't ask him to expend the night but she gave him a hell of a good-night kiss at the room access. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to wake up with him in the dawn.

They got into the routine of hooking up every other Thursday evening ; these were the day Bobby was in the region with his work. He'd go to Summer's theater after work around five-thirty, they'd have a deglutition or two, some dinner party and then bulge making out and go to the chamber and fuck. And they'd fuck and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss good night and Bobby would drive dwelling house, and they would both wake up in their own bottom and be prepare for workplace in the morning.

This went on for several month. Every two weeks they'd have dinner, drinks and each other. No dates, no dinner party out, no going to the movies. Just eat, swallow and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to hold open it casual and not get too connected. He was just a maintenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the showtime that there was probably no realistic future for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at to the lowest degree trying to.

Then one Thursday Night, right after a rip-roaring sixty-nine where they both came simultaneously into one another's side, summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you in use Saturday ?"she asked.

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

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

"A company ? What company ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

Summer laughed."An indoor cookout. My party boss, Richard, has it every twelvemonth right before he takes vacation. He grills extraneous but the political party's inside, lots of food and beer and wine. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. apparel is very casual."

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

They got to the company at a few arcminute after four on Sabbatum 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 and Summer made introductions.

summertime was right about the study talk. 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 diminished group. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down easy for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impress with Summer as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was incredible. It was impossible to tell who was the tech and who was the doctor. She held her own with the snooty physician and didn't hesitate to hold her background and disagree with them on a few occasions. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, Summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

dinner was an variety of Burger and dogs and volaille and a smorgasbord of salads. And more beer, wine and store talk of the town of track. Bobby ended up having a pretty well sentence : free food, free beer and he was very proud of summertime. And he told her so on the driving back to her house.

"Damn, Summer, that was telling. You really hump your dump !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those highfaluting doctors. Over and over you were the right way and they didn't know what the underworld they were talking about. I could tell Richard was impressed too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious ! You should look into it. You've had college and year of experience. There must be some advanced positioning examination you can take…"

"God, that could involve years."

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

"What's that ?"

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

She removed his hand from her crotch."John L. H. Down Boy, wait till we get base. Keep your eyes on the road."

"I can't delay. I've never gone to bed with a MD before !"

-- --

That night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each former. He peppered his monologue with ‘ medico this'and ‘ doc that'in between his kisses and licks and sucks and fucks. He told summer he never knew a doctor could be such a good fuck and how he never knew doctor pussy could savor so good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how often he liked her doctor ass. And doctor give thoroughly header too, he said.

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

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with summer for the first and only fourth dimension. In the morning he woke up with a long, hard erection.

"commodity aurora, Doctor,"he said. summertime's typeface curled into mock botheration."I need a Doctor's care."

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

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

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

"No, I think it needs immediate attention !"

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

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

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

-- --

After a first light hoyden in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when summer's phone rang. Bobby sipped his coffee and listened to one side of the conversation.

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

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Worrying about getting her toilet cleaned on her home. I don't want her up on ravel. She was in a relationship with a decent man for geezerhood and he used to take caution of that kind of stuff, but he died about a class 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 stock split level so on half the house the trough are two stories high instead of one."

"Does she have an extension ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

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

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until future weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go plum cruddy, smelly rain gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice gesture for a nice cleaning woman, the female parent of his senior lover and newest front-runner ‘ doctor ’.

He woke up early Sat and dressed in his forged clothes : Ratty dungaree, sweatshirt, White River windsock and an old pair of sneakers, gear up for grime work. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a storehouse and bought some heavy trash bags and rubber gloves.

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

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how good she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties body looking slight and crop and much younger in broken-in Levi's and a on the loose white blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a plait 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 extension ladder was leaning against the wall.

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

"trade good idea,"Bobby said."I'll take care of it."She thanked him, and their eye lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the theater. He stared at her butt end. He thought it was a jolly decent buttocks. Then he went to work.

He lugged the run exterior. He started with the higher toilet naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his mitt and grabbed a hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid farewell and snails and muck and shit. He grabbed the shit, raked the cocksucker, and scooped the shit into base. He went up and down the ladder numerous clock time. He moved the ravel around, dragged the base up and down and pulled the drawn-out garden hose up top to sluice water through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the unanimous sign cleaning out the gutters and filling cup of tea with stinky gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with pieces of stinky roof gutter funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his face, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ravel and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the rubbish cup of tea of guck by the position of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"come on in,"Ella called.

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

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

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to cypher, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his body. He carried his saturated wearing apparel into the kitchen. Ella was in the adjacent laundry room getting the washing car ready.

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

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

Bobby ran the water 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 mess. He put the gown on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too lowly for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a dilute level of Dame Alice Ellen Terry fabric was all that covered his naked body and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the concluding touches on tiffin : tuna salad on toast, soup, check and lemonade.

"feel better ?"she asked as she put the collection plate on the table.

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

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

They cleared the tabular array and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They stood at the cesspit and stared out the window and take in watercourse of rainwater flow across the glassful pane. The storm had increased in intensity with grueling rain, cadaver wind and thunder.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Virgin Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"Close enough,"she said.

Ella opened the icebox and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottle of Spicy V-8 succus and a jar of horseradish. She poured out some of the succus into a Methedrine and scooped horseradish into the bottle. She reached down under the sink and pulled out a twenty percent of vodka and poured it into the juice feeding 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 roller with ice. Ella poured the deep red concoction into the glasses.

"There,"she said,"That should do it. And plenty Thomas 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 electrical charge it gave him. Maybe it was the component of surprisal, maybe it was the occasional lightning exterior, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the figure of his arm. He again became more self-conscious of his openness underneath the gown. So did his dick.

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

First, they talked about Ella's rest home. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her tree diagram were in the M and how they were almost touching the cap and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood concealment fence enclosing the back curtilage had a routine of split or missing spline, but that would be an easy fix and he'd be glad to consume caution of it for her.

Ella opened up about her protagonist, the man summer had mentioned to him. His epithet was Al and they were close companions for old age. He used to take care of all the away chores but he died the yr before of a heart attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in indifferent when it came to the grounds.

After about half an hour of chit-chat Ella touched his bridge player again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

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

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

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

"At least we have heap 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 standard candle in the animation room. I'll be right 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 power will be out."

Bobby took a healthy gulping of his drink and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candela in the livelihood way. The good afternoon was dark and tempestuous outside and the flickering flames gave the room a cozy, More informal feel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the subdued, wavering light source and both had subtle, amused smile on their faces. Bobby realized that in the concluding thirty or forty s their fundamental interaction had suddenly made a giant leap and crossed some form of phone line. He didn't know what 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White top did not appear to be as loose as it was before. Her jeans held cubby to her slim ramification and showed wear on her knees, butt and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and zilch else. He felt a ado down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber leg practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open twat. Then of summertime, fisting her, and their bi-weekly sustainment screw. But here he was now, practically naked and seated next to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

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

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a nice lunch, good drinks and proficient company. And I'll come next Sat and mend your fencing. That will be an well-fixed job. There're only a fistful of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just need some brisk nails."

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

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

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

"Uh, another justify lunch. More Bloody Madonna. More brisk conversation."

"That doesn't seem like often compensation for all the workplace you're doing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the back talk. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lips parted and his knife instantly searched for hers. Her early hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her book binding. Their tongues did easy pass and twist, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their first kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his skin through the lose weight textile of her robe and his hands explored her lower back. His penis grew between his legs.

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

"Almost twenty-six."

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

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

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

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

He pulled her chief to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their back talk were open for patronage. He pulled her tightly against him with one helping hand in the small of her rear and the former on her ass. Bobby's tool was unvoiced and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her nous was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the Scheol she was doing and imagining what it would palpate like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her puss was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a beat and with their sass still locked and their spit doing a sexy terpsichore, Ella's finger found the chain on her robe and she pulled on it. The gown loosened, then opened, and she found his engorge cock with her hand. She gripped her fingerbreadth 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 prick like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim light, their kiss punctuated by wink of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulders and let it flow 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 amphetamine body : it was thin and her skin was tight but for a twin ok wrinkles on her matte breadbasket. Her shoulders and weapons system were toned, not too underweight, and her chest were small-to-medium size with minimum sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace sign just above her in good order white meat. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his weapon system around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several minute as their hands roamed over fresh pulp. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to other shoes. He kissed her neck and licked her ears and sucked the peace treaty sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her rectify nipple Ella let out a screechy moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favourite between the two, he started working on her jean. She helped him as estimable 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 pes of the bed and pulled them off the relaxation of the way. He spread her legs and knelt between them. He took his first look at her pussy. It was haired, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

Bobby kissed both of her second joint, back and Forth, inching toward her glinty cut. She was hissing and squirming with expectation, and when he finally buried his expression into her she squealed with delight.

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her button and she squirmed as if her nerve closing were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilize her crotch as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a little but still her cunt was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to oeuvre. He held her ass firm and plastered his mouth to her ruffle member. He sucked away and squeezed her rear. Slowly he felt her relax and her motility fell in rhythm with his. For various minutes they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his font, him sucking her clitoris, his tongue tasting her zest and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His hawkshaw was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was fix to fuck. He gave her one last major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her impregnate snatch lips were kissing the head word of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquified eyes.

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

"Believe it."

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

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his gumshoe into her souse swallow hole and felt her ardent wet paries around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscular tissue. He'd push his total length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the rate and Ella went with him, they'd go a piffling faster and hold it for a while, getting in sync and in melody like a classical duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like Walter Piston on a runaway train.

Their faces were column inch apart as they fucked, their panoptic, enraptured eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouthpiece with his tongue. His hands were on her abut impertinence and his digit inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her holes at once.

"Hippie-fucking is well ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. destitute love and serenity and all that shit. He closed his eyes and slammed her as hard and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a serial of ferocious shimmy shift 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 riot, his sperm fight to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsation watercourse and he felt a bunko game in his cock as he came ; his short prisoner were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With repeated sensual trembles he uploaded his seed into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her men full. She carried two shabu and a lowly jar.

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

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

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

"cocoa palm oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

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

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one manus and took his cock into her mouth. Ella was a aloud motherfucker 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 mo 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 promptly min they were in a shtup race chasing after their next orgasm. They pumped in hard, long CVA, the head of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in set silence, no moan or groan or contaminating public lecture, just the narrow escape of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

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

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coco palm oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the floor. She scooped some oil into her handwriting and reached behind her and slipped her greasy finger's breadth into her butthole. Then she sloshed to a greater extent 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 stern. She spread her buttock with her digit and her SOB was open for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the head of his peter right up to her subject trap and pushed. Ella took a bass breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his shaft into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"Good. Now bed me."She put her finger's breadth on her soggy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a tight but fluid slide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how reverend the imperativeness felt around his prick, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his gumshoe into the depths of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more ways than one. He drilled her with a passionateness, bequeath his ejaculate up for another ride out into the wild blue yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a dyad minutes he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six More strokes his river was rising. With a tawdry groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his light beam and spurted multiple times into the deepest reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shot his lowest drop he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her peter in an feat to blarney her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her shit with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her crotch and his sass on her hyperbolic tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the back of his heading. She shoved her clit deep into his oral fissure with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the Saame way she had sucked his cock : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her athletic seawall on his boldness and inhaled the stinking taste and scent of her sex. He could experience his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was serious about fixing your fencing future workweek. 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 nice. But no more falling in the mud. That trick only works once around here."

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to mean of something else,"he said with a smile. He kissed her and took one final taste of her and their natural language said a behind goodbye.

-- --

The next few twenty-four hour period were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be well-off, maybe an minute and a half of oeuvre, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get laid again.

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

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

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

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

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

"No problem, I understand."

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

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

"You did,"she said.

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

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

She pulled him a dyad steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his trouser. His putz was already at entire care. She kissed it and licked his formal. She took it into her mouth.

The whole shebang was over in lupus erythematosus than 30 minutes. She sucked him to pass completion and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her gown opened and Bobby twirled her onto the lounge and buried his brass into her goose for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a match minutes before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the deep brown table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tools in the proboscis of his car when summertime drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a small awkward and didn't know whether to kiss her or not in front of her mother's family, 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 name you Doc."

"Huh ? What do you entail ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a odd-job man. The sewer, the fence, and Mom said you got her backdoor working again. I didn't even know it was stuck."

Bobby didn't know if that was a antic or what Ella may have 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 observe her birthday."

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

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

-- --

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

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any job she needed him to take guardianship of, in the one thousand, on the cap, or in the sleeping accommodation. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good theme. Too close for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to roll in the hay -- Bobby had been summer's stabilise bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few months with astonishment. He had had a wild weekend with a young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible Night with her hot Mom, medico Summer. And finally a couple groundless romps of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful menstruum of his animation. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an electronic mail to Bree in an sweat to captivate up, but they hadn't been in touch for a piece and doubted he would hear back. Out of great deal, out of mind, you know how that goes.

-- --

Bobby went to figure out every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to block about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his mind, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no real future with summer ; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an chance event of fate ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the storm and ended up naked wearing her robe. And she needed to get put down and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four calendar month later when out of the blue on a Thursday eventide Bobby received a call from Summer. When he saw her name displayed on his headphone he froze for a indorse. 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 mulct,"she said, and launched right into the determination of her call."looking Bobby, I know it has been a while and I hope you don't mind my calling but I thought you should know. It concerns Bree."

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

"Oh, she's mulct,"summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in township. She's an artist-in-residence for her old terpsichore instructor. They're putting on a song and saltation review for mellow schoolhouse and college students."

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and forth and staying with me for a few weeks while she worked on the product. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in sixteen 60 minutes days. And I think she may have felt comic calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to call you in face you would want to know."

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

"The net operation are this weekend : Tomorrow night, Sat Night and a Sunday matinee."She went on to tell him the theater and show times.

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

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

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two days. On Sat evening he got to the theatre plenty early. He'd made for certain he dressed and looked and smelled proficient. He picked up his ticket and there was a brief preeminence paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could occur ! Meet me at the substructure of the degree right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a great seat. centerfield section, third row, aisle hindquarters. He looked around the belittled dramatic art. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceiling, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a band tuning up on one side of the story. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different places : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in various different numbers. The show was an olio of song and saltation numbers from Broadway musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though well-nigh of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was specific impressed with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The young woman had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn well too. She sang ‘ Cabaret'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the house down and he had half a hard-on by the metre it was over.

After the show the lights went up and the hearing streamed toward the rear exits but Bobby had a short walk to the stage. Bree was there in bit, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

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

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. Meet me around back at the leg entree. Give me about fifteen minutes, okay ? I need to change and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the nerve and disappeared backstage.

-- --

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

They went to a pocket-sized locality bar a few blocking from the theater and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested nutrient but Bree said she was too spite up to eat.

"God, it's honorable 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 arrest up. Bree told Bobby how sorry she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the appearance. She told him how she'd become involved with the output.

"My old dance teacher is on the module at the university, in the dramatic art Arts and Dance Department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the long time. Anyway a few month ago she asked if I could help her put the show together, perform and coach and mentor the form. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The show was not bad. And you look great. And God, I knew you could dance but had no mind 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 chance,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't wait for tonight."He took her bridge player and raised it to his back talk and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

"And you know, Bobby, you may not make it, but you've had a very fundamental burden on my mom and grandmother."

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the night we all met my mom had just variety of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guy wire and she was attracted to you and she has her motivation so it made sense for you two to sneak up even it was only temporary. But you really made her find good about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ Doctor'and encouraged her to back to schooltime. 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 good about each other. He's an ophthalmologist who came to work in her clinic for three weeks while her Bos was on vacation. His epithet is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertness as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making architectural plan to join his praxis as an optometrist.

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

"Wow, that's nifty. 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 crossroad in my life and I'm not sure what to do."

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

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

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old instructor has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would assist on all the productions, recital, auditions, as well as any other chores they have for me. But I would run on choreography and be involved in the originative process, which I love, and mentor the bookman if they needed individual assistant. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be liveable, and one of the fringe benefit is I could ingest three course credits for absolve every semester and in the summer Sessions to work toward a degree. But I'd have to find a berth to live, get a car, and root out my lifetime from what it's been the hold up few years.

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

"You could wait at it as a smashing opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The liberate category are a great bonus. And if you would need to get to extra money, I know I could book us a few gigs a week as a duo ; with your spirit and your voice we'd be golden. But the main point is this : You've gained incredible experience the utmost few years. And that experience could actually throw a priceless effect on the scholar you come in touch with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my teacher said."

"She's right. I'd bet few if any citizenry in that department have had the experience you have. All the auditory sense, the casting calls, and the performances you've done. That could be priceless to unseasoned students."

The second ewer was almost evacuate. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their fall guy. Each mug had about two mouthful in it.

"Are you busy tomorrow Nox ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slating,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

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

Bobby drove Bree to Summer's house. They had a overnice kiss in his car and he waited until she was in the sign of the zodiac and flashed the porchlight before he drove off.

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Dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief catch at the vacation Inn down the blocking, Bobby arrived early and waited in the foyer. At about five min till seven the sr. folks arrived. summertime looked mulct as ever in a red dress and with long hair, now several inches down her back. Ella was slender and vibrant in a tight bleak top and baggy flowery trouser. He was pleasantly surprised when summertime and Ella both hugged him without hesitation, thus breaking any ice.

Introductions had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front line ingress and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a crabwise glimpse here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was liberate and slow, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a bounteous guy, maybe a few days older than Summer, and had a pretty sound sense of humor. And Moe was a material piece of study, big and sheer, queer as hell and had a ponytail almost as retentive as Ella's.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead, well,"he said."It's true up : with child minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were capable to change one of the reservations to the stick with night. Bobby figured he had two daytime to convince her that moving back place was the right affair to do .