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

They were contrary in many ways. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a runner and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, stocky and had been an amateur pugilist and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into music and the art and liked to bivouac and hike ; Carl liked to make on cars, go hunting and sportfishing and rest at the Charles Herbert Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic article of clothing manufacturer and played euphony on the side ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished metro motorcoach. But they were estimable ally, shared the Same signified of temper, and made it a pointedness to get together every few months for a dark out.

This fib begins on one of those Night. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 years old, and it was a Fri night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and vino license, but sold no difficult liquor. It was known for cheap pitchers, live music and a high gear threshold for indulgence, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about forty-five minutes away from campus and Carl lived an time of day away in the opposite commission so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a lowly tabular array off to the side and took behind. The beers were mostly for show. The mound of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was dead for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most students had gone home for the holiday. Only two other tables were occupied in plus to a fistful of regulars at the bar. There was a trio setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the hurler of Coke, Bobby went over to the dance band to acquaint himself, as instrumentalist are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual musical friends.

Carl filled one of the roller the beertender had given them with Coke from the pitcher, then cradling the mound in his lap, emptied a third gear 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 Saami stuff. It was a blues-rock band, and Bobby had grown up on that.

Bobby sat back down at the table with Carl and they commenced to shooting the shit, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the common stuff and nonsense they talked about when they got together : jobs, sports, women and college. Finally, after about twenty minutes the band kicked it into paraphernalia. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really tight and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was honorable he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

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

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

The girls were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of wine. One was blond, with shoulder-length frizzy Robert Curl, and looked to be in her ahead of time twenties. The other was a few year older but looked just as yummy, with the Same frizzy hair, only she was brunette. Both were slim and sexy in tight jeans, Blondie with a cubby red perspirer and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, facial expression at their eyes. They have the Lapp eyes. Sami mouth too."

Carl tried to calculate without staring."well, I don't care if they're babe, or cousins or hookers, they are fucking hot ! We need more than ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a secure aspect at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

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

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

Carl dumped the sleep of the ice into the mound and poured in another healthy sexually transmitted disease of rum. The recreation were going down easy and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his groundwork and rapping his thumbs on the mesa. The rhythm section was a meaty, becalm pulse rate and now the guitarist had switched to electric fiddle and was knocking off megrims poke with his bow and his fingers.

"This stripe is just,"Bobby said when the melodic line ended.

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

The barkeeper was delivering the new decanter of wine. They watched as he explained who'd sent the drinks and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smiling raised their ice in thanks. The band kicked into a slow vapors and the atomic number 82 guitar moaned.

Over the residual of the set they would glance over at the girl and occasionally eye contact lens would be made. At one point the brunette got up and went to the gentlewoman room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped derriere until she disappeared down the Radclyffe Hall to the restrooms. Then they glanced at the blond, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

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

"Coke,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

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

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

Carl and Bobby were both caught off safety device. They sat back in their president, taking it in.

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."summer, you look like her big sister, maybe three or four years honest-to-goodness !"

"well,"she chuckled,"I had her at a immature 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 tell that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to learn about each former. Bobby and Carl told them about their college daytime and car trip-up and task and their periodic night out. summer lived alone in a small house 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 retentive weekend. She lived in New York City where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to make it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners various times. Bobby sat in with the isthmus on a couple air and slow-danced with Bree and summertime. He loved the feeling and smell of both, and the sense of touch of their tits against his chest, and was pretty indisputable it was no accident when their knee joint found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the grinning they shared, and the open conversation they had over several time of day made this a special night. But as is often the case when there are two guys and two lady friend, it can be awkward not knowing the adjacent best step. It seemed to be clicking on all horizontal surface, but as the Nox wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

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

"So, who gets the old 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 think she is ?"

"I don't know. She said she had Bree when she was young. Bree's twenty-one. What, maybe thirty-nine or 40 ?"

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

"Shit, she looks honorable for XXIX or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

In the comfort station Bree and summertime were having a standardised conversation.

"So, do you need to admit 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 tell you like him."

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

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

"right hand. You take Bobby. You're visiting, you take him."

"No, you sure ? Want to turn over for it ?"

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

"Do you require to fall back to the house ?"summertime said directly to Carl.

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

Talk about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their auto parked where they were and the four of them started walking. Summer and Carl walked about fifteen feet ahead of Bree and Bobby so each duo 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 brownness passementerie, with a porchlight illuminating a long specify porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

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

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

They watched Summer and Carl climb the three footmark onto the porch and saw her mom bumble with her keys and unlock the doorway. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more boost than that. He put his disembarrass hand behind her pass and pulled her case to his. Their oral fissure had barely met for a second before their lip parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's munition went around him, one hired man on his back and the early on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard summertime and Carl entering the house and the storm doorway closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off respective times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laugh, ending their kiss.

"It's overnice 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 little bit. She was at the cooking stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"Summer called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the manse. She showed him where the can was and then opened the doorway opposite word."waiting for me in here, I'll be decently back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, okay, I understand,"Summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? orange succus, an Energy Department drinkable, a Vitamin B slam ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"right field back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood bedroom and little had changed. There were memorial tablet on the wall for gymnastics and dance, and photos of her in action. One framed photo on the chest caught his interest and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on stage, under the lights, dancing on the tiny gratuity of her toes with her hands luxuriously above her straits, her sexy bod dressed in a Patrick White frilly tutu, white leg covering and lean ballet slipper.

"Do you like that photo ?"Bree asked as she closed the bedroom door behind her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bree picked up her phone from the dresser, fiddled with it for a few endorsement and then disappeared into the waltz closet.

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All fix,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

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

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the phone on the toilet table. It sounded comrade but Bobby didn't know doodly-squat about concert dance. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a Mexican valium high above her oral sex, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and forth and around him in the small space. She wore concert dance slipper and frilly panties, and goose egg else except for the reduce Au hoop pierced through the pap of her perky medium-size breasts.

Bobby sat with his dick erect, salivating, thinking how corking is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful missy's bedroom, listening to ballet euphony with a hard-on, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to get laid, dance around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the point of…

Bree's hands were no longer high in the air. She was improvising now, running her hands over her flesh, cupping her tits, inside her scanty, along the crack of her ass.

She came down on 2-dimensional feet a few in in front line of him. She took his cock in her hand.

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

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

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

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk chair, this fine untried cleaning lady was sliding up and down on his swollen pole. He assisted her with his hands on her rose hip, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt unclouded and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy snatch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The firmly death chair had no spring, each of Bree's downward drive ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the fingers of one hired man in the whirl of Bree's ass and the other arm around her amphetamine back and stood up. With his jeans around his ankles and his prick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry twat he waddled over to put his genu on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the backdrop, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her fingers into Bobby's back and rammed her jetty into his.

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

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

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

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

"Holy bastard !"Bobby said,"What the the pits is that ?"

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her ramification. They were twisted tightly together like the wire in a coaxal cable television, thus winching her pussy into a clinched fist.

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

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm and he went with it."Finish shag 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 bodies melded into one, pounding, trying to gouge the cum out of each other like they were a couple of flattened toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby's dick moved very little inside Bree's aphrodisiacal slot. Little by little, with each snaky fortuity of their joined jetty, he felt his cum Begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever defecate it up through the force wrapped around his cock it was sure to be a whopper.

A bit later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high trill her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed inwardness and she came, unleashing a wet wave of cum. Their first fourth dimension together and their climax were almost co-occurrent : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four Sir Thomas More strokes into her wet, spread out cut, his come rose through him like it was rushing to put out a flaming. He was still coming when he pulled his dried heart and soul out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's face and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

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

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

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

There was muteness for a minute as they held one another.

"But I'll try not to,"Bobby added.

Another silence.

Then :"You'll try not to,"Bree repeated."Why is that ?"

Bobby said,"Because you're in New York. And I'm not."

thirty seconds more of silence.

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

"How do you know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not sentence and I meet so many shit with massive self it's not Worth the trouble. There are a half 12 backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the time. It gets to be a drag. It's nice to be home base ; to conform to somebody pattern for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

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

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his physical structure around gradually as he moved his mouth over her lovesome damp shape, to her drop potbelly, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her internal second joint, kissing her knees, calves, shinbone, ankles. He took his fourth dimension kissing the soles of her substructure. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bree pretzeled her lithe soundbox 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 uttermost stiffness.

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

Despite their awkward status Bobby did his intimately to fuck Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to suckle the rouge 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 2nd time, stretching and straightening into a more easy sixty-nine position. With her mouth now a warm, cubbyhole boxing glove around his overblown boner he split her juicy brim with is tongue and tasted her lemony bozo and sucked her florid clitoris into his mouth.

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

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

Bree's cunt exploded in his face. Bobby was shocked by the forcefulness of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much clock time to think about it because his mouth and anterior naris were now flooded and her organic structure writhed as he held her. A mo later his body shook and he came in her mouth, and her lip stayed on him, rush after rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several mo basking in the ember of their heat they took turns in the bathroom to execute 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 medicine cabinet. He found a tube of bark lotion and gently rubbed some into each side of his cock, hoping to unbosom the irritation of his tonic, raw light touch burns.

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

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

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

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

"good morning !"she said.

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

Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his back talk into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands and she locked her branch around his neck and fucked his case for respective bit. When she relaxed her adhesive friction Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulder joint giving him aggregate admission. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her terpsichorean flexibility. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, dual orgasm, proper good morning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

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

"Well, good dawn, Houserocker,"her mother said when she entered the room."Does your bed still have four wooden leg ?"

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A consequence later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Summer,"he said energetically.

"Good break of day Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

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

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

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she own to live in New York ? She looked rattling in a long-sleeved black attire with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the movement yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the frock a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the tail 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 couple hour they would have spent sitting in seats watching the appearance was a couple 60 minutes he could not spend talking to her, getting to recognize her substantially, laughing with her, or trying to get her naked. So he would take her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The even was a break winner. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood eatery. They had to wait for a board but that was cool, they had a partner off drinking and were trade good and lax by the prison term they got a table. Dinner was delicious 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 meter they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

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

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

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

Fortunately there was a void at the Holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her purse and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their lips together and groped for the bed. They spent the night caressing, fucking, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each early. He even got another loony toons of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor shtup. In the early on break of the day they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's cock found its way into her one more than clip while the powered nebulizer 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 worry, they're sang-froid. She picked up her telephone and called her mother. Summer agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale eatery near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the dark before but they had cleaned up real nice. summertime looked fabulous in a red bird and a navy crop top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was summertime's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be tardily mid-fifties, but she looked ten or twelve age younger. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in first-class shape. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and retentive blonde/gray whisker pulled back in a ponytail bound by rubber stripe about every three or four column inch down her back.

The woman ordered mimosas while Bobby had a bloody The Virgin. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could prefer from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, French pancake, ham, Sir Francis Bacon, grits, shekels, sweets, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the gentlewoman did nigh of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summer : The free-wheeling, ad-lib, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to summer's house. Ella said goodbye, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and leftfield. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to push back her to the train station which was about a fifteen minute parkway. While Bree was packing Bobby and summertime chatted on the sofa.

"That was skillful to offer to beat back her to the geartrain,"summertime said."She doesn't visit very often, but when she does I always offer to tug her but she usually just calls a cab."

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

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

Bree entered the way with her bag. She had changed into the same denim and red perspirer she'd worn on Friday night. She looked even upright than the first gear time.

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

"They said they'll be calling her geartrain in a few minute. Everything is on sentence,"Summer said.

Mother and daughter talked. Be careful, keep open in touch, promise me when you get in, good luck on your audition, don't forget to blah blah blah. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to stick around in touch. Then they called Bree's train.

Summer hugged and kissed Bree and said goodbye, and then it was Bobby's turn. He hugged her tight, kissed her cheek, then gave her a abruptly deep one on the mouth.

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

"Sure,"he said, doubting it would ever pass off.

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 bounder, picked up her bag and walked out to her train.

-- --

On the drive back to her business firm, Bobby realized it was the first metre he'd been person-to-person with Summer. He wanted to get conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too trite and he didn't want to sound too sappy.

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

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dancing is all over the property, feast or famine. It can be a grind. I doubt she'll establish it for the vacation if she's in a yield again this year."

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

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be happy and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked jobs and saved her money. A hebdomad after she graduated from high schoolhouse she packed two big travelling bag 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 pragmatic, go to college, get a level and get a upright job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to please. Doing what I loved never factored into it."

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any skillful. They did what they thought was right. But my natural endowment and aptitude are in medicine and graphics and I have a business stage. So I work in cut-rate sale and play music part time. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dream. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is great. You're a good mother, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me young ; she became fraught in her fourth-year year of high-pitched school day. My founding father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same matter. I got knocked up in my elderly year."

"high school school sweetheart ?"

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

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

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

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

Bobby drove with his optic straight ahead but his computer peripheral visual sensation told him she had turned and was looking at him. She held her gaze for a few moment before facing movement again.

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

"Would you like to fare in for a little bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front of the house."Would you like coffee, or tea ?"

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

-- --

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

"I'm a salesman, not my cancel calling to be certain, but I do okay. I have a huge territory and aim a lot. I'm bed covering pretty cut but it's not bad. I come to this country around the university once every couple of week. How about you ? You work at the V.A. hospital ?"

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

"How did you get into that ?"

“"After I finished community college I got interested in it and took a course and became certified."

"What's an ophthalmic technician do ?"Bobby asked.

"I assist the doctors with examen and testing and surgery and affected role care."

"That sounds interesting."

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

"auditory sensation like a genuine eye-opener,"Bobby said.

summer cracked up and laughed so laborious 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 doctors are hitting on you all the meter,"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 off ; His name is Richard, he's honest-to-god and very versed and very commit. But about of the Doctor of the Church are optometrists who come to the clinic to work for a year or two after they get out of school because it was part of the deal they made when they accepted their Duncan Grant or learning or whatever. almost are spoiled brats who can't wait to finish their commitment so they can go out and make the big Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 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 back of his mind.

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

"rich person you thought about Friday Nox ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so much fun. When you and Bree went to the public toilet together I had no musical theme 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 York, or she lived here…"

"O.K., I get it."

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

"You were the first pick 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 tossup for me. I think you both are smoking hot."

Bobby moved a slight closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to Summer's and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her backtalk. Her brim were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their tongue did a sexy samba and he put his arms around her and held her closing curtain. He probed her mouth and it felt turgid to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was participating too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was prissy,"Summer said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

"springiness me a distich of days,"she said.

They shared another recollective, hot kiss at the front line 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 summertime to let her know that she'd had a fluent drive and had made it back safely.

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

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

"Of course 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 work early in the morning."

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

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

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

"He's a good kisser."

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

"Would you like to ingest 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 loosen up. I can fix us some deglutition and we can order of magnitude takeout."

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on meter. He knew powerful away that it was going to be a good night. He was barely inside the room access when, with a sixteen inch pizza box and two salads in his handwriting, Summer planted a quick, major kiss on his lips, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food for thought on the table. He noticed immediately that Summer had prepared some potable. There was a bottle of wine-coloured and a feeding bottle of rum and some beer and colon on the replication. She poured wine, he grabbed a beer.

Summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold shoulder white top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri pants showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned sura. Bobby was about to lick his jeans.

"Let's go into the bread and butter room,"summertime said.

They did, and summertime had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burning at the stake in the fireplace and several scented wax light lighted in the room, the atmosphere unmistakable. They sat on the couch 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 kindling, the fire, the cd, the mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her breast, and Summer's hand found his intimate second joint. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her sonant tit through the framework. She sighed from his spot, and her paw groped for his burgeoning shaft. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her confection, subtle aroma he sucked a wad of her skin into his oral cavity. She wrapped her finger's breadth around his pecker through his jean and felt its hardness. He kissed her bureau above her tits and pulled the Edward White material divagation and put his rima oris around her nipple.

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

He sucked her mammilla and she moaned. She rubbed his tool and he groaned. Bobby pushed his peter into her hand, his bulwark telling her yes, lease it. With one script she unzipped him and slipped her long digit inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's hand was now in her genitals ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could palpate the warmth of her slit. summertime yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hand plunge down and surrounded his balls.

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

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

Summer loved having her titties sucked. For her it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's shaft was now hard and recollective in her hand, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as possible. She knew it would turn her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his back talk around her left nipple and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and summertime tried to get laid his hand. With his mouth doing a John Edgar Hoover on her mammilla and her mighty hand in his hair, she reached down with her left wing to where his hand was already hard at piece of work. Her drawers had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already damp. With a suave one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand add together access code. Then she took his handwriting and fed four finger into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her deal over his to hold sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his rima oris plastered to her tit, her digit digging into his scalp, his fingers digging into her swampy pussy, her deal on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the wafture in a windy chop shot.

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

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

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the approximation had never even crossed his mind. But Summer kept directing traffic, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her teat without constraint, alternating left and right, not playing deary, wanting to delight her like no man ever had. His cock was an branding iron rail, and soon her hired hand returned to grip its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his lip and humped his manus, and Bobby sucked with maximal pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk packer throwing lazy lick in deep water, but she keened in edgy delight with each plunge. The leg of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, wheezy kick. His saliva slickened her skin and ran down his chin. Sweat 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 dam broke. Her trunk shook and Bobby felt the heated rush surround his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her second joint and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking snack to sweet kisses as she released. Gradually her shake eased into gentle cramp until finally her busy genitals rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his paw reemerged.

His fist looked like a drowned fetus. He opened and closed his hand several metre and flexed his fingers. He rubbed the slime into summertime's leg. He looked up at her expression and she wore a broad smile.

"God, that was good,"she said."I can't think back the last 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 fellow has been patient,"she said, squeezing his tool."It's time to take 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 rest of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his legs apart and knelt on the floor between them.

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

"What ?"Bobby asked.

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

She had one manus on his balls and the other on his ass. Then with a piffling maneuvering of mouth and sass she soon had all eight inches of his anxious cock embedded into her drumhead. She was rust, she knew, and he was form of gravid, but she wanted to do her best to take a crap it honorable for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about XXX instant. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muted roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. summertime pinched his ass cheeks as if to squeeze out every drop. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering remainder of his throes. Cum escaped from the corners of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each other on the lounge, and shared intermittent candy kiss, 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 a great deal, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to fuck her.

After a while he initiated another kiss and while their spit flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her legs and got on his stifle between them. He grabbed her rosehip and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his dresser. Her stage were now over his berm, her genitalia in his boldness. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her gem to his brim. He kissed her thigh and licked the lips of her pussy, which was open to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling brain.

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

She locked her leg around his head and pushed her midsection into his grimace. He felt the cushion firmness of purpose of her wizard dome in his mouth and took it oceanic abyss, wanting to suck another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a unspoiled hammering and another shooter of his liquidness love. She squeaked when he slipped his eye finger into her mother fucker. With the enhanced grip he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her cunt was rosiness smack against his face. With each suck and each nerd of her groin her fix member filled Sir Thomas More of his mouth and his finger filled more of her asshole.

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

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

As soon as he felt its affectionateness Bobby dislodged his back talk from her clitoris and lowered her ass onto the sofa so she could come downhill. summer groaned loudly and her consistency shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn't wait for her to finish. His tool was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, hard and cook to recoil ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her soaked slot and started pumping. His digit was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her branch around his cervix and squeezed him tight and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her clapper into his mouth where her tumefy clit had just been.

Attached by their locked lips, his chalk 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 fingers into his neck. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to have the bolts on its legs tightened after this. summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. mo after sweaty minute of arc she offered every square up inch of her slit to him as he fucked her.

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

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

She felt him tense up up so she knew he was ready to float. She made one final mogul suck of his tongue into her pharynx and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole hard and trench onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second finger in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"fall in it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a slow down burn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his tool into her as deep as he could and did the same with his fingerbreadth up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her groin hoping to number with him.

She didn't miss by much. Bobby was on his quaternary or fifth squirt, easing down, his body like sticky gelatin atop her, when Summer came again. Her eubstance quivered beneath his weight.

"Three times,"she said, out of breathing place."I can't believe it."

-- --

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

They got into the routine of hooking up every former Thursday evening ; these were the days Bobby was in the domain with his work. He'd go to Summer's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a drink or two, some dinner and then start making out and go to the bedroom and shag. And they'd screw and suck as many different agency as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss good nighttime and Bobby would drive home, and they would both wake up in their own bed and be ready for work in the morning.

This went on for several months. Every two weeks they'd have dinner, drinks and each former. No dates, no dinners out, no going to the movies. Just eat, boozing and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to keep it passing and not get too attached. He was just a maintenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no naturalistic future for them anyway, and the sex was bang-up. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

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

"Are you busy Saturday ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What political party ?"

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the multitude I work with. There will be a lot of shop talk, about eyeballs and stager 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 individual 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 ?"

summertime laughed."An indoor cookout. My boss, Richard, has it every year right before he takes holiday. He grills outside but the company's inside, band of food and beer and wine. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. Dress is very casual."

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

summer was correct about the work talk. After a while the doctors and technical school, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding court, and the eternal sleep of the Edgar Guest were scattered in little grouping. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical talk started, and fetched swallow, which were going down easy for both of them.

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

dinner was an assortment of burgers and dogs and chicken and a miscellany of salads. And More beer, wine and store talk of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty adept prison term : free food, free beer and he was very proud of summertime. And he told her so on the campaign back to her house.

"Damn, summertime, that was impressive. You really have intercourse your Irish bull !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those highfalutin doctors. Over and over you were right and they didn't know what the snake pit 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 reckon into it. You've had college and geezerhood of experience. There must be some advanced placement tryout you can take…"

"God, that could lead years."

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

"What's that ?"

"Listening to all that medicinal technical ophthalmic doc talk has got me horny as Hell !"He put his hand between her legs.

She removed his hand from her privates."Down Boy, delay till we get home. sustain your eyes on the road."

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

-- --

That Night they had the unfounded sex ever. Bobby was on a ringlet. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the diddly-shit out of each other. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor of the Church this'and ‘ physician that'in between his kisses and poke and suction and fucks. He told summertime he never knew a Dr. could be such a soundly fucking and how he never knew MD pussycat could savor so skillful. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her MD ass. And Doctor give upright read/write head too, he said.

In between her sighs and moan of pleasure Summer told him legion times to knock off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the dark and waking up with Summer for the first and only time. In the break of the day he woke up with a long, knockout erection.

"Good morning, physician,"he said. Summer's face curled into mock annoyance."I need a medico's care."

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

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

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

"No, I think it needs immediate attention !"

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

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

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

-- --

After a morning laugher in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when summertime'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 handyman who repaired the railroad siding ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't wishing you up on any ladders ! ... .okay….Love ya…Bye."

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's amercement. Worrying about getting her gutters cleaned on her home. I don't want her up on ladders. She was in a human relationship with a nice man for years and he used to require care of that kind of stuff, but he died about a yr ago. And the guy she had hired for some piece of work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big star sign ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two bathing tub. But it's a schism layer so on half the house the sewer are two write up senior high school 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 next weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

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

He woke up former Saturday and dressed in his worst clothes : Ratty dungaree, sweatshirt, white socks and an old pair of canary, ready for dirty piece of work. He wanted to get an early scratch because the prognosis called for rainwater by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a memory board and bought some heavy shabu pocketbook and rubber gloves.

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

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how good she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties body looking slim and trim down and a good deal unseasoned in broken-in Levi's and a loosen albumen blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their howdy. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to forget it. They agreed on a free tiffin. 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 run anymore."

"goodness melodic theme,"Bobby said."I'll take care of it."She thanked him, and their center lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the planetary house. He stared at her fundament. He thought it was a passably nice goat. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ravel outside. He started with the higher sewer naturally. He set up the ravel, put on his baseball glove and grabbed a script trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snails and guck and shit. He grabbed the shit, raked the shit, and scooped the diddly into bags. He went up and down the ravel legion clock time. He moved the ravel around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to level water through the gutters to make clean them out. He went around the entirely family cleaning out the gutter and filling bags with icky gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with opus of rotten roof gutter blue funk all daybreak long, all over his wearing apparel, his expression, in his haircloth. 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 trash grip of slime by the side 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.

"semen 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 short thing. time lag one moment, I'll be right back."She returned in XXX second and handed him a towel and a gown."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll throw your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his consistence. He carried his saturate wearing apparel into the kitchen. Ella was in the next laundry room getting the washing machine ready.

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

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

Bobby ran the water hot and scrubbed himself top to fathom with bone soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his hair stayed a wet, tangled flock. He put the gown on and tied it around him. It was a few size too small for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a thin layer of terry fabric was all that covered his raw organic structure and freshly-washed penis.

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

"spirit better ?"she asked as she put the home on the table.

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

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

They cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and watched flow of rainwater flowing across the glass pane of glass. The storm had increased in strength with hard rainfall, stiff steer and thunder.

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

"right wing,"Bobby said."Good day to be inside."

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

"A Bloody Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"Close enough,"she said.

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

She showed Bobby where the glassware was and Bobby filled two tumblers with ice. Ella poured the ruby mixture into the glasses.

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

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

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

First, they talked about Ella's home plate. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her tree diagram were in the yard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the Ellen Price Wood privateness fence enclosing the backrest yard had a number of split or missing slats, but that would be an prosperous fix and he'd be glad to take caution of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man summer had mentioned to him. His figure was Al and they were close fellow traveler for days. He used to take care of all the out of doors chores but he died the year before of a heart attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

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

"shuffling us a couplet more crapulence,"she said,"while I go and throw off your clothes in the dryer."

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

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

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

"Thank God for the lilliputian things."She handed the match to him and added,"Here, light the candles in the life room. I'll be ripe back. I'm going to pull your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how long the business leader will be out."

Bobby took a healthy swig of his beverage and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the living room. The good afternoon was dark and stormy exterior and the flickering flames gave the elbow room a cosy, more intimate feel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each former in the diffuse, wavering brightness level and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty sec their interaction had suddenly made a giant bound and crossed some variety of line. He didn't know what blood line it was but he could find it, a new point of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not come along to be as easy as it was before. Her jeans held cubbyhole to her melt off leg and showed wearing on her knee, butt and crotch. She had gotten rid of her brake shoe. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a bustle down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber stage practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open pussy. Then of summertime, fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance fucks. But here he was now, practically naked and seated succeeding 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 toilet. It is such a dirty job and it's such a nasty day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a nice luncheon, good crapulence and good fellowship. And I'll come next Sat and heal your fence. That will be an well-to-do job. There're only a handful of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just require some fresh nails."

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

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

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

"Uh, another free lunch. Sir Thomas More Bloody Madonna. More zippy conversation."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the meth on the countertop. Rain pounded on the windowpane above the cesspool. He dug ice third power out from the deep freezer and tonged them into the methamphetamine. He shook the V-8 bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the glasses when Ella came to the counter and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her chalk, took a healthy swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

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

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

"No, separate 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 finisher to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her expression to his and kissed him on the lips. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lips parted and his natural language instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his limb were halfway around her back. Their tongues did soft swirl and twisting, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their first kiss lingered on. Her finger's breadth dug into his skin through the sparse cloth of her robe and his bridge player explored her scurvy backrest. 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 headspring 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 trivial closer and put his hand on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and summer's foxy lady genes came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their brim spread apart in unison and their mouths were receptive for byplay. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the humble of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's cock was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a spell for her and her judgment was a whirlwind of mental confusion wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a pulsation and with their back talk still locked and their tongues doing a aphrodisiacal dance, Ella's fingers found the bowed stringed instrument on her gown and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his overindulge cock with her mitt. She gripped her fingers around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the bedroom,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his cock like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim brightness level, their kisses punctuated by flashes of lightning and claps of nose drops outside the chamber windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulders and let it come to the hardwood trading floor. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper berth organic structure : it was thin and her skin was taut but for a couple fine crease on her matted tummy. Her shoulder joint and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace sign just above her powerful bosom. summertime had been right : her mom was a hippy hangover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for various min as their manpower roamed over fresh material body. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to other property. He kissed her neck and licked her pinna and sucked the serenity polarity into his mouthpiece. When he nibbled on her in good order nipple Ella let out a squeaky moan of pleasure.

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

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve endings were on overload. He gripped the impudence 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 give up ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to employment. He held her ass firm and plastered his mouth to her prance member. He sucked away and squeezed her ass. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in rhythm with his. For respective minutes they worked together like this, her genitals pushed against his face, him sucking her button, his tongue tasting her tang and his nostril breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His brim were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to have it away. He gave her one last Major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated kitty-cat back talk were kissing the head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her fluent eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very fine-looking. But I'm thirty years older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his cock into her douse sink and felt her warm wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her musculus. He'd push his entire length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the stride and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and hold it for a while, getting in sync and in strain like a classical 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 inches apart as they fucked, their all-embracing, rapturous heart locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her rima oris with his tongue. His men were on her butt cheeks and his finger's breadth inched toward her arse. He wanted to bed all three of her kettle of fish at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free passion and peace and all that whoreson. He closed his eye and slammed her as arduous and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of ferocious shimmy shimmy handclasp beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juices surround his cock and ooze out onto his orchis. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison debauch, his sperm fight to get out. It was an ecstatic pulse stream and he felt a sting in his tool as he came ; his picayune captive 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 elbow grease from his brow.

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

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

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

"Ah, we have power,"Ella said."right 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 au naturel hippie ass as she walked out the sleeping accommodation door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few hour later with her hands full. She carried two glasses and a small jar.

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

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

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

"coco oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

The kiss quickly escalated and in no time their natural language were dancing and their manus were prancing. And Bobby's shaft moved all rightfield, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't keep her hired hand off of it. She couldn't keep her mouth off of it either.

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

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

In a warm instant they were in a piece of tail race chasing after their side by side sexual climax. They pumped in intemperate, retentive throw, the head of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no moans or groans or dirty talk of the town, just the squeak of the bed and the twitch of the roof fan overhead.

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

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coconut oil. She opened it in a upsurge and the lid scooted onto the story. She scooped some oil into her deal and reached behind her and slipped her greasy fingers into her butthole. Then she sloshed Thomas More oil over Bobby's extended pole.

"There,"she said."Put it in my ass."

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt. She spread her face with her fingers and her asshole was open for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the foreland of his pecker right up to her open hole and pushed. Ella took a thick breathing place and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his putz into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"commodity. Now have intercourse me."She put her fingers on her swampy clitoris and felt herself.

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

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clitoris like a freshwater bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for clunk. Bobby was digging it too, in More ways than one. He drilled her with a rage, volition his semen up for another ride out into the raving mad gamey yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a couple hour he slowed his pace.

"Don't halt !"Ella wheezed."stay fresh it up."

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

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her crotch and his mouth on her expand tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the rachis of his foreland. She shoved her clit deep into his rima oris with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his cock : forcefully. He felt the pressure level of her athletic mole on his face and inhaled the foetid appreciation and scent of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn't take much prospicient. Ella started shaking like a gear that had jumped the rail. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘ Oh Fuck !'as she climaxed. Bobby's lips stayed latched onto her blow up 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 asses out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his apparel were sportsmanlike, dry and neatly folded on the commode butt when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

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

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

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

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

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to recollect of something else,"he said with a smile. He kissed her and took one terminal taste of her and their knife said a slow goodbye.

-- --

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

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

He went in the back door and Ella was standing in the entryway to the support elbow room. She was barefoot and was wearing the Sami gown he had worn the Saturday before. Her haircloth was up on top of her head.

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

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

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

"No problem, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to luncheon for my natal day. It just didn't break of the day on me final 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 stone's throw closer. She reached between his ramification 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 tiffin,"she added, unbuckling his rap."I want to throw you for breakfast. And we don't have a lot of time."

She pulled him a couple steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pants. His rooster was already at wide care. She kissed it and licked his Ball. She took it into her mouth.

The whole shebang was over in LE than thirty minutes. She sucked him to completion and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the put and buried his face into her twat for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple hour before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the burnt umber table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

He turned her over. Her fundament was slick, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his stopcock from her ass and inserted in into her mawkish twat and rammed her doggy-style for a dyad more arcminute until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

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

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

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his prick in the trunk of his car when summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a little awkward and didn't know whether to kiss her or not in front of her mother's house, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

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

"Huh ? What do you intend ?"

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

Bobby didn't know if that was a joke 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 lionise her birthday."

"Have fun. And don't wassail too many Mimosas !"Bobby said.

"You mean Bloody Marys,"summertime said with a eye blink. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

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

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any task she needed him to take care of, in the 1000, on the roof, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a practiced idea. Too close for comfort with summertime and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been Summer's unbendable bedmate and summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few calendar month with astonishment. He had had a waste weekend with a Cy Young hot social dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible nights with her hot Mom, Doctor summertime. And finally a span wild gambol of flower child sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

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

-- --

Bobby went to work every day with his nozzle to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his head, it wasn't that hard to put near of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no real number time to come 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 accident of fate ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the tempest and ended up defenseless wearing her gown. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four months later when out of the blue on a Th evening Bobby received a call from Summer. When he saw her name displayed on his phone he froze for a second. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"howdy, summertime ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

"Oh, she's amercement,"summertime said with a chortle."She's doing well. She is here in townsfolk. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance instructor. They're putting on a song and dance revue for high schooling 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 calendar week while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to shout you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in sixteen minute days. And I think she may have felt laughable calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to call you in case you would want to know."

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

"The terminal performances are this weekend : Tomorrow Night, Sabbatum dark and a Sunday matinee."She went on to tell him the dramaturgy and prove times.

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

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

-- --

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

It was a great seat. centerfield division, third row, aisle seat. He looked around the small house. It seated three or four hundred and had high school ceiling, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a stria tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different berth : artist-in-residence, stage dancing, and in several different phone number. The appearance was an olio of song and saltation numbers racket from Broadway musicals.

The appearance was very professionally done even though most of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was picky impress with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The girlfriend had a beautiful set of pipage to go along with the eternal sleep of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ Cabaret'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the house down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

After the show the lights went up and the audience streamed toward the bring up exits but Bobby had a inadequate walk to the leg. Bree was there in bit, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

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

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. sports meeting me around back at the leg entrance. Give me about fifteen proceedings, okay ? I need to vary and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the brass and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's doorway when Bree emerged from the back of the theater of operations. She was a beautiful sight for his sore eyes. She wore the same tight jeans and red jumper she'd worn on the night they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her face and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her deal. Bobby opened the passenger doorway for her and she got in.

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

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

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

They talked and tried to catch up. Bree told Bobby how meritless she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the display. She told him how she'd become involved with the production.

"My old terpsichore instructor is on the faculty at the university, in the Theater graphics and dancing department. She was always an intake and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in tactual sensation over the class. Anyway a few months ago she asked if I could facilitate her put the display together, perform and coach and mentor the dramatis personae. She had some spear carrier money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The appearance was great. And you look great. And God, I knew you could dance but had no idea you could sing like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and equal Bobby's hand."It's so right 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 fortune,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't waiting for tonight."He took her helping hand and raised it to his lips and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

"I'll be 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 fling with my mother,"she said, and took another swig.

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

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

This surprised him."Oh, now that, uh, that was an fortuity. I had cleaned her toilet and my clothes were cruddy and a really bad storm came and then…"

"It's okay, Bobby, it's O.K.. She must have needed it too."After a shortly suspension she added,"Maybe you've found your true calling."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

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

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the night we all met my mom had just form of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guy and she was attracted to you and she has her demand so it made sense for you two to pinch up even it was only impermanent. But you really made her sense proficient about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ doc'and encouraged her to punt to school. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

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

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

"Wow, that's outstanding. I'm very felicitous for her. And Summer too."

summer took another drink of beer and took a recondite 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 deal."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels good to tattle about it. A few week ago I found out my roomy is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to hold it, regain a new roommate in a metropolis full of lunatics, or try to ascertain another berth, which is no easy task. All while working and trying to bustle about for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would aid on all the productions, recitation, auditions, as well as any other task they have for me. But I would form on stage dancing and be involved in the originative physical process, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed individual assistance. The job wouldn't pay a totally lot, but would be liveable, and one of the perks is I could rent three course of study credits for devoid every semester and in the summer Roger Huntington Sessions to play toward a degree. But I'd have to find a property to live, get a car, and eradicate my life from what it's been the lastly few years.

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

"You could expect at it as a bang-up opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The dislodge course of study are a heavy bonus. And if you would need to make excess money, I know I could Book us a few gigs a workweek as a duo ; with your looks and your voice we'd be prosperous. But the main point is this : You've gained incredible experience the final stage few yr. And that experience could actually have a priceless effect on the students you come in inter-group communication with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really cogitate so ?"

"Of form !"

"That's what my instructor said."

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

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

"Are you busy tomorrow Night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final performance. Afterwards we have a casting party which I must attend to 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 with me ?"

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

"No, not at all. Please fare, I don't want to be a twenty percent cycle. The womanhood all agree it is a proficient idea. And the men both said they'd love to meet you. And don't worry, neither one of them knows that you got there first."

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's justly. And after dinner and the old folks leave, we can give birth a lilliputian clip to ourselves."

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

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dinner party was set for seven-thirty. After a abbreviated stop at the holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived former and waited in the third house. At about five minutes till seven the older folks arrived. summertime looked fine as ever in a red garb and with prospicient fuzz, now several inches down her back. Ella was slim and vibrant in a tight Negro top and sloppy flowery drawers. He was pleasantly surprised when summer and Ella both hugged him without disinclination, thus breaking any ice.

Introductions had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front end entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. summer and Ella gave him a sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easily, often focused on Bree's product, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a big guy, maybe a few year older than Summer, and had a pretty good mother wit of humor. And Moe was a veridical bit of study, big and bold, funny story as hell and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbye in the hall. By this time the position had thinned out so they took a buck private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. potable they could suck and extend the eventide. At first 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 determination would make to be made soon.

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

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

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

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

Bree's eye became tattling saucers. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her handbag and pulled out a room key from the holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table next to the other one. Her smile widened but her bust increased.

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

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

Fortunately they were able-bodied to shift one of the reservations to the next night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back home was the right matter to do .