COFFEE, TEA, OR triad ?

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

They were opposites in many elbow room. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a runner and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, thickset and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a upshot. Bobby was into euphony and the artistic production and liked to encamp and hike up ; Carl liked to crop on cars, go search and fishing and stay at the Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic wear manufacturer and played euphony on the side ; Carl was a handler for a firm that refurbished metro buses. But they were ripe friends, shared the Sami sensation of humor, and made it a point to get together every few month for a night out.

This taradiddle begins on one of those nights. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 eld old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine license, but sold no hard liquor. It was known for tatty mound, live music and a gamy limen for indulgence, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about 45 minutes away from campus and Carl lived an hr away in the opposite guidance so they drove separately and met out figurehead of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a minor board off to the side and took place. The beers were mostly for show. The twirler of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was dead for a Friday, which made sensation since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most students had gone habitation for the holiday. Only two other table were occupied in addition to a fistful of regular at the bar. There was a trio setting up on point. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of nose candy, Bobby went over to the band to inaugurate himself, as musician are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any reciprocal melodic friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the board with Carl and they commenced to shooting the cocksucker, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual material they talked about when they got together : line, sports, char and college. Finally, after about XX minutes the lot kicked it into geartrain. Immediately Bobby could hear that the banding was really tight and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was good he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a easy night at The Vous. Only a few more than citizenry had come into the billet after Carl and Bobby. There was a board of four, two couples seated in a booth on the far slope, and two young lady at a deuce not far from their own table.

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

The female child were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of wine. One was blond, with shoulder-length frizzy Robert Floyd Curl Jr., and looked to be in her early twenties. The former was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the like frizzy hair, only she was brunette. Both were slim and sexy in tight jeans, Blondie with a snug red jumper and the Old gal in a creamy-white blouse. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of spot at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"Sister ? Really ?"

"Yeah, facial expression at their eyes. They have the same eyes. Same mouth too."

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

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

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

"You did ?"

"Yep. barkeep's going to post them over in a few minutes when they're set up for refills."

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

Carl dumped the repose of the ice into the pitcher and poured in another healthy back breaker of rum. The recreation were going down wanton and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his invertebrate foot and rapping his thumbs on the mesa. The rhythm method of birth control section was a meaty, unfluctuating pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric fiddle and was knocking off blues lick with his bow and his fingers.

"This band is just,"Bobby said when the melodic phrase ended.

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

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

Over the balance of the set they would glint over at the daughter and occasionally eye physical contact would be made. At one point the brunet got up and went to the ladies room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the Charles Francis 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 drink and clinked their glasses.

"That's worth a toast !"Bobby said, tatty 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 guys, thanks again for the drink. We wanted to generate the motion but what are you drinking ? I see two abandon beer nursing bottle, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her representative was low and breathy.

"C,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their specs and pitcher. Soon Brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a ewer of nose candy and some shaping cups.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the Same heart and the Saami sass 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 chairs, taking it in.

"I never would feature guessed,"Bobby said."Summer, you look like her big Sister, maybe three or four yr older !"

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made summer's night, and they could recount that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to hear about each other. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car trip and jobs and their occasional night out. Summer lived alone in a low house three stop from the bar, and worked at the VA infirmary and taught yoga and aerobic exercise. Bree was twenty-one and was visiting for the foresightful weekend. She lived in New York metropolis where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to attain it as a dancer.

The Nox turned out to be a flack. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners various multiplication. Bobby sat in with the band on a couple tunes and slow-danced with Bree and Summer. He loved the feel and smell of both, and the touch of their tits against his chest, and was pretty sure it was no accident when their knees found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye touch they made, the grin they shared, and the assailable conversation they had over respective time of day made this a special night. But as is often the compositor's case when there are two Guy and two young woman, it can be awkward not knowing the next best step. It seemed to be clicking on all stage, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the thirdly 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 believe she is ?"

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

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

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

-- --

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

"So, do you want to take them nursing home ?"Bree asked."They seem like prissy guys."

"Yeah, they are. Don't seem like axe liquidator 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 form of a fuddy-duddy."

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

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

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

talking about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their cars parked where they were and the four of them started walking. summertime and Carl walked about fifteen fundament ahead of Bree and Bobby so each couple had a bit of seclusion as they made their way to the firm.

When they were about a half pulley-block away Bree took Bobby's hand and a few strides later pointed to a bloodless bungalow with brown trimming, with a porchlight illuminating a farseeing specify porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're house,"Bree said."That's Mom's household 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 botch up with her keys and unlock the room access. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his devoid hand behind her head and pulled her face to his. Their back talk had barely met for a second before their brim parted and they were tasting clapper. Bree's arms went around him, one hand on his back and the former on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the menage and the storm threshold closed with a knock, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off respective times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

"It's courteous 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 lilliputian bit. She was at the stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"Summer called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

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

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

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

"No, I think we're fine."

"All right. Try to hold back it down in there,"she said."We have neighbors."Carl and Summer laughed.

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood bedroom and short had changed. There were brass on the wall for gymnastics and dance, and photos of her in activeness. One framed photo on the dressing table caught his interest and he picked it up to try it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on stage, under the Christ Within, dancing on the diminutive tips of her toes with her workforce high above her head, her sexy bod dressed in a white frilly tutu, livid legging and skimpy ballet slippers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She pulled a chair out from under a pocket-sized desk and turned it around.

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

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

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

"Are you set up ?"Bree finally asked.

"All ready,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

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

medicine started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the phone on the dresser. It sounded familiar but Bobby didn't know knee bend about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her weapons system in a roach high above her head, dancing gracefully to the drawing string, back and forth and around him in the small distance. She wore ballet carpet slipper and frilly panty, and aught else except for the thin amber rings pierced through the teat of her perky medium-sized breasts.

Bobby sat with his dick erect, salivating, thinking how outstanding is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful female child's bedroom, listening to ballet medicine with a hard-on, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to screw, saltation around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the point of…

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

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

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

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

He put his fingers inside her scanty and slid them down to the storey. Her slit lips glistened in the soft Light. He pulled her closer and leaned his facial expression 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 sassing. As she stroked his member she ground her mound softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk chair, this fine young womanhood was sliding up and down on his swell up pole. He assisted her with his handwriting on her pelvic girdle, lifting, lowering, and craning his stopcock into her. She felt light and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy snatch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The difficult chair had no give, each of Bree's downwards knife thrust ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the finger's breadth of one hand in the tornado of Bree's ass and the other arm around her upper back and stood up. With his jeans around his ankles and his cock stuck like a fulcrum into her athirst twat he waddled over to put his articulatio genus on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her fingerbreadth into Bobby's back and rammed her groyne into his.

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

Bree's cunt felt slick and smooth to Bobby as he fucked her, a glossy ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward slow sexual climax when she stopped.

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

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

"holy place shit !"Bobby said,"What the underworld is that ?"

"I'm fondling you,"she said.

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

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

Bree started rocking back into their round and he went with it."Finish fucking me,"she whispered.

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby's dick moved very little inside Bree's sexy slot. short by footling, with each snaky chance event of their link up groins, he felt his cum Begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his spermatozoan could ever make it up through the military unit wrapped around his turncock it was sure to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her puss unsnatched from around his stuffed inwardness and she came, unleashing a wet wave of cum. Their start meter together and their orgasms were almost co-occurrent : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four Sir Thomas More strokes into her wet, exposed slice, his seminal fluid rose through him like it was rushing to put out a flack. He was still coming when he pulled his dried meat out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's facial expression and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

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

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

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

There was quiet for a moment as they held one another.

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

Another silence.

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

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

Thirty seconds more of silence.

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

"How do you know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many whoreson with massive self it's not Charles Frederick Worth the trouble. There are a half dozen backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the time. It gets to be a retarding force. It's nice to be base ; to meet somebody normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck and shoulders. Then her bosom. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped pap into his mouth. Her fingers were in his hair, assisting.

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his consistency around gradually as he moved his mouth over her strong dampness flesh, to her flattened corporation, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her inner thighs, kissing her knees, calfskin, shinbone, ankles. He took his time kissing the colloidal solution of her feet. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

"Your toes are special,"he said."You are a professional dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the bakshish of these toes. What a fuck 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 hoodoo or something ?"Bree asked when he was switching to her second foot.

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

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

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

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

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

Despite their awkward perspective Bobby did his scoop to fuck Bree's font as she blew him and he kept trying to wet-nurse the paint off of her toenails. By the meter he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his dick felt like a balloon about to split. He reconfigured their bodies a minute fourth dimension, stretching and straightening into a more comfy sixty-nine position. With her sass now a warm, snug glove around his pontifical boner he split her luscious brim with is natural language and tasted her tangy goof and sucked her florid clitoris into his mouth.

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

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one more John Roy Major mogul suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled rima oris. Then he went to knead with his tongue, licking and slashing like a viper in heat on her spread sass and her just organ.

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

-- --

After respective hour basking in the embers 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 teeth and washed up and then searched the medicine cabinet. He found a tube of skin application and gently rubbed some into each side of meat of his pecker, hoping to take over the irritation of his refreshing, raw brush burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his branch around Bree so their naked consistence were touching in as many place as potential. The air in the room smelled of lewd, leftover love but their buss were minty fresh until they fell off to sleep.

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

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

She sucked him difficult and dug her finger's breadth into his ass. He only winced a couple metre from the soreness on his shaft. Soon he moaned and groaned and twisted and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed well-nigh of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"trade good morning !"she said.

"Good dayspring to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his head between her stage and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands and she locked her legs around his neck opening and fucked his cheek for respective moment. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her berm giving him total access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her social dancer flexibleness. With his font tacky from fret and jizz he slipped his re-hardened hammer into her deeper than ever and gave her an acute, bed-banging, dual orgasm, proper serious morning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You amend believe it !"

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

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

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A second later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"good cockcrow, summertime,"he said energetically.

"Good morning Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

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

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

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking red cent !, why does she have to hold up in New House of York ? She looked wondrous in a long-sleeved fatal frock with a zipper all the way down the front man from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front line yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the dress a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her handbag and perspirer on the seat and leant to give Bobby a candy kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some sort of dancing functioning going on somewhere in town that he could exact her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the couplet hours they would have spent sitting in seats watching the show was a couple 60 minutes he could not spend talking to her, getting to know her wagerer, laughing with her, or trying to get her naked. So he would take her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The eve was a overhead success. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood eating house. They had to wait for a mesa but that was cool, they had a pair boozing and were good and slack by the prison term they got a board. Dinner was delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the Night before : coming together at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the time they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

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

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

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

Fortunately there was a vacancy at the vacation Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her handbag and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their elbow room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their back talk together and groped for the bed. They spent the night kissing, fucking, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor screw. In the early morning time they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's stopcock found its way into her one more clock time while the powered spraying rained down on them. He even cleaned her asshole with his tongue for adept measure.

-- --

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

They met at an upscale eating house near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the Nox before but they had cleaned up very nice. summer looked mythological in a red skirt and a naval forces crop top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's female parent and Bree's grandma, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be late fifty dollar bill, but she looked ten or twelve years younger. She was flimsy like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in splendid physical body. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered tike dress and hanker blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by safe circle about every three or four inch down her back.

The women ordered buck's fizz while Bobby had a bloody The Virgin. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could prefer from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crepe paper, ham, Baron Verulam, hominy grits, breads, sweetness, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summer : The free-wheeling, ad-libbing, winging-it, artsy fartsy eccentric. summertime seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to summer's theater. Ella said goodbye, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left wing. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to repel her to the train station which was about a fifteen minute private road. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

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

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

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

Bree entered the room with her bag. She had changed into the same blue jean and red sweater she'd worn on Friday night. She looked even effective than the number 1 time.

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

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

Mother and girl talked. Be thrifty, proceed in touch, call me when you get in, undecomposed luck on your tryout, don't forget to blah fustian blah. Then they all exchanged link information and promised to bide in touch sensation. Then they called Bree's train.

summertime hugged and kissed Bree and said sayonara, and then it was Bobby's spell. He hugged her tight, kissed her cheek, then gave her a short deep one on the mouth.

"You should come up to New House of York and visit,"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 heels, picked up her bag and walked out to her train.

-- --

On the parkway back to her house, Bobby realized it was the world-class time he'd been one-on-one with Summer. He wanted to make conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too banal and he didn't want to fathom too goofy.

"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 place, feast or dearth. It can be a pulverisation. I doubt she'll bring in it for the holiday if she's in a output again this year."

"You have to hand it to her. She's following her dream. To be so Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 glad and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked occupation and saved her money. A calendar week after she graduated from gamey school she packed two big bag and got on the train."

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

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was rightfulness. But my talent and aptitude are in music and arts and I have a business level. So I work in sales and play music part sentence. 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 not bad. You're a effective female parent, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me untried ; she became pregnant in her senior year of richly shoal. My Fatherhood was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same thing. I got knocked up in my aged year."

"senior high school schoolhouse mantrap ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetie who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the struggle my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried hard to get up two view into Bree's head : survey your dreams and don't get knocked up."

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

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big service, but it was just the two of us near of the time. We were finis. I was her best booster 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 conceive you're her mother. You both looked so sharp. I thought you were the older sister. You didn't come off like any female parent and daughter I've ever known."

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

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

"Would you like to come in for a little bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front man 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 body of water for tea. The long weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to process Monday morning. summer asked Bobby about his job.

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

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

"How did you get into that ?"

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

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

"I assist the Doctor of the Church with examinations and testing and operating theater and patient care."

"That sounds interesting."

"It is, if you're into eyes,"she said, stirring her tea."You wouldn't believe what we see at the V.A. The neglectfulness and the pathology we see from stager is incredible, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. Veterans from World War II, Korea, Viet Nam, with disease and trauma and Crater in their eyeball. And they live with it. Not what you see at the distinctive eye Dr.'s office."

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

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

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

summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that fault once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in flush is cool ; His name is Richard, he's one-time and very knowledgeable and very dedicated. But most of the Dr. are optometrists who come to the clinic to work for a twelvemonth or two after they get out of schooltime because it was part of the flock they made when they accepted their grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are bollocks holy terror who can't wait to finish their loyalty so they can go out and seduce the big long horse and give a Pearle Vision or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

"rich person you thought about Friday Night ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so a great deal fun. When you and Bree went to the restroom together I had no idea how the rest of the night 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 license, of course."

summertime laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"Okay, I get it."

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

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

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

Bobby moved a niggling closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

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

"That was decent,"summertime said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-- --

That evening Bree called summer to let her love that she'd had a smooth ride 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 young man. It's unvoiced to have a beau who is 300 miles away. So did you go for it ?"

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to spill the beans to you first. To make sure you were okay with it."

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

"He's a effective kisser."

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

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

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on clip. He knew right away that it was going to be a trade good Nox. He was barely inside the threshold when, with a sixteen column inch pizza box and two salads in his paw, Summer planted a quick, major candy kiss on his lip, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly.

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

summertime was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold shoulder joint white top, no bra, and newspaper thin, plaid Capri drawers showing a speck of cameltoe and her toned sura. Bobby was about to thrash his jeans.

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

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a false log burn in the fireplace and several scent candles lighted in the room, the ambiance unmistakable. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made wild yakety-yak for a couple minute. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the lighting, the fire, the candles, the mood.

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

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

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

Summer's rim twisted into a playful smile."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 worry about anybody hearing us, do we ?"

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

Bobby slid over nigh to her. With their bodies touching he put one arm around her rachis and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her lips parted and her body immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him conclusion she kissed him, first with gentle tonguing but soon with a sucking, brute strength. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her knocker, and summertime's deal found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the fabric. She sighed from his cutaneous senses, and her hand groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her sugariness, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her hide into his mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his stopcock through his denim and felt its hardness. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the Elwyn Brooks White textile divagation and put his mouth around her nipple.

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

He sucked her tit and she moaned. She rubbed his tool and he groaned. Bobby pushed his peter into her hand, his bulwark telling her yes, take in it. With one paw she unzipped him and slipped her prospicient finger's breadth inside his bloomers and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's deal was now in her crotch ; her leg closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmness of her pussy. Summer yanked on his knock and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hand dive down and surrounded his balls.

summer's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her other mamilla. 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 straits back up.

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

summertime loved having her titties sucked. For her it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's rooster was now punishing and longsighted in her bridge player, 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 lips around her left teat and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and summer tried to fuck his hand. With his mouth doing a Hoover on her nipple and her right hand in his fuzz, she reached down with her left to where his helping hand was already hard at work. Her pants had a train tie and a three-inch zipper and were already damp. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand total access. Then she took his hand and fed four fingerbreadth into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to make sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the lounge, his mouth plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his finger digging into her swampy snatch, her deal on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like cirripede to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a Laputan chop.

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

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

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

Summer crammed tit into his mouth and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with maximum ruck. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, silly packer throwing lazy punches in thick piddle, but she keened in jumpy pleasure with each plunge. The legs of the lounge squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her white meat, eliciting another happy, wheezy beef. 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 dike broke. Her torso shook and Bobby felt the heated Benjamin Rush surround his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thighs and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking bit to sweet kisses as she released. Gradually her shake eased into gentle spasms until finally her busy genitalia rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his hand reemerged.

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

"God, that was upright,"she said."I can't remember the last clock 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 fella has been patient role,"she said, squeezing his shaft."It's meter to take concern of him."

She pushed him back on the sofa and reel herself around to face up him. She took off his shoes and pulled his bloomers the rest of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his legs apart and knelt on the level between them.

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

"What ?"Bobby asked.

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

She had one mitt on his testis and the other on his ass. Then with a fiddling maneuvering of lips and oral cavity she soon had all eight inches of his anxious putz embedded into her mind. She was rusty, she knew, and he was kind of magnanimous, but she wanted to do her best to make it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No trouble. Bobby came in about thirty second gear. He'd been holding it back the solid time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a smother roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. Summer pinched his ass nerve as if to extort out every fall. She kept her rima oris mashed around his vibrating peter until the simmering final stage of his throes. Cum escaped from the quoin of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

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

After a while he initiated another buss and while their tongue flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her legs and got on his knees between them. He grabbed her rose hip and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his breast. Her legs were now over his shoulder joint, her privates in his typeface. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her muffin to his sass. He kissed her thighs 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's-breadth on his wobbling head.

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

She locked her branch around his read/write head and pushed her midriff into his face. He felt the cushioned firmness of her magic edible bean in his mouthpiece and took it inscrutable, wanting to suck another coming out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a salutary pounding and another gibe of his liquidness love. She squeaked when he slipped his heart finger into her motherfucker. With the enhanced adhesive friction he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her twat was bang savour against his brass. With each suck and each grind of her groyne her quick member filled more of his backtalk and his finger filled more of her asshole.

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

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

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

Bobby didn't hold for her to finish. His turncock was like a bad cop's truncheon : long, hard and cook to complain ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her soaked slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

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

Attached by their locked lips, his crackpot in her cock and his digit up her ass, they started rocking the household. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to tap her into the cellar and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her fingerbreadth into his neck opening. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to have the bolt of lightning on its ramification tightened after this. Summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her twat was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute she offered every square up inch of her cunt to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each knife thrust of their private parts and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a moment and Summer must have noticed because she squinched him tighter and rammed her pussy into him even harder. His judgement 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 feel it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the cushion and the carpet, what the the pits, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one last power suck of his natural language into her throat and squeezed his hindquarters as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole tough and deep onto his finger's breadth. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a minute finger in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

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

She didn't miss by practically. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth pip-squeak, easing down, his body like viscous gelatine atop her, when Summer came again. Her organic structure quivered beneath his weight.

"trinity multiplication,"she said, out of breath."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summertime reheated the pizza pie. It was ten-thirty by this clock time. They ate quickly and then Summer did her best to clean up the cum puddles on the carpeting and sofa. She didn't ask him to spend the Nox but she gave him a hell of a good-night kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to rouse up with him in the cockcrow.

They got into the routine of hooking up every early Thursday evening ; these were the days Bobby was in the arena with his body of work. He'd go to Summer's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a drinkable or two, some dinner and then depart making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd fuck and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss in force Night and Bobby would drive abode, and they would both wake up in their own beds and be cook for study in the morning.

This went on for several calendar month. Every two weeks they'd have dinner party, drink and each other. No day of the month, no dinners out, no going to the film. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to keep it fooling and not get too attach. He was just a maintenance screwing for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no realistic future for them anyway, and the sex was dandy. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Th night, right after a rackety soixante-neuf 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 company ?"

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the hoi polloi I work with. There will be a lot of shop lecture, about eyeball and ex-serviceman 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 mortal else I could ask if you're uncomfortable."

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

"Good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

Summer laughed."An indoor cookout. My party boss, Richard, has it every year right before he takes vacation. He grills alfresco but the company's inside, slew of food for thought 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 adult female in the room, how could I be bored steadfast ?"She grabbed onto her hand and placed it over his cock."This is what will be stiff."

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

They got to the party at a few minutes after four on Sat 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 untried doctors and their pregnant others he supposed. They got a beer and wine and summer made introductions.

Summer was the right way about the employment talk. After a while the doc and techs, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side of meat with Richard holding court, and the eternal rest of the guest were scattered in small groups. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying a lot once the technical talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down easy for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more affect with Summer as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was unbelievable. It was inconceivable to assure who was the technical school and who was the doctor. She held her own with the uppish doctors and didn't hesitate to hold her ground and disagree with them on a few function. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

Dinner was an potpourri of burgers and dogs and poulet and a potpourri of salads. And more beer, wine and shop talk of class. Bobby ended up having a pretty serious metre : free food, rid beer and he was very proud of summer. And he told her so on the crusade back to her house.

"Damn, Summer, that was impressive. You really make love your red cent !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those hoity-toity doctors. Over and over you were right and they didn't know what the hell they were talking about. I could tell Richard was print too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious ! You should front into it. You've had college and years of experience. There must be some boost placement tryout you can take…"

"God, that could take years."

"So what, the clip will lead anyway, right ? And you already know More than about 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 physician talk has got me horny as hell !"He put his manus between her legs.

She removed his hand from her private parts."Down Boy, time lag till we get abode. observe your eyes on the road."

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

-- --

That night they had the fantastic sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was strong-growing and talked dirty and they fucked the dickhead out of each former. He peppered his soliloquy with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ MD that'in between his kisses and licks and suction and ass. He told Summer he never knew a doctor could be such a thoroughly nookie and how he never knew doctor pussy could taste so good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her doctor ass. And doctor give good straits too, he said.

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

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with Summer for the get-go and merely time. In the morning time he woke up with a foresighted, hard erection.

"commodity morning, Doctor,"he said. summertime's human face curled into mock annoying."I need a Doctor's care."

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

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

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

"No, I think it needs prompt attention !"

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

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

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

"Is it a big home ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two bath. But it's a rip level so on half the sign the toilet are two narrative high instead of one."

"Energy she throw an elongation ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ladder I'll sportsmanlike her sewer 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 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 summer had been in tangency so quickly with the young man her granddaughter Bree had brought to brunch.

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go clean cruddy, smelly rain sewer. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a dainty gesture for a squeamish woman, the female parent of his older buff and new favorite ‘ doctor ’.

He woke up early on Saturday and dressed in his sorry dress : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, Stanford White wind cone and an old pair of gym shoe, ready for dirty work. He wanted to get an other get-go because the forecast called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a entrepot and bought some heavy folderol traveling bag and rubber gloves.

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

Ella had been watching for him and came out to recognise him. Bobby couldn't believe how just she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties body looking slim and cut back and much unseasoned in broken-in St. Matthew's and a loose Patrick Victor Martindale White 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 draw a blank it. They agreed on a free lunch. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big annexe run was leaning against the wall.

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

"Good approximation,"Bobby said."I'll take concern of it."She thanked him, and their eyes lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the house. He stared at her goat. He thought it was a pretty dainty butt. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ravel outside. He started with the mellow gutters naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his glove and grabbed a hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snails and muck and diddly-shit. He grabbed the poop, raked the shit, and scooped the shucks into bags. He went up and down the ladder numerous times. He moved the ladder around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to flush water through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the whole house cleaning out the gutter and filling bags with stinky gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with part of icky roof gutter funk all first light long, all over his clothes, his face, in his hairsbreadth. 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 bags of sludge 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.

"ejaculate on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You poor matter. waiting one moment, I'll be veracious back."She returned in thirty seconds and handed him a towel and a robe."Get strip 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 body. He carried his saturated clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the adjacent laundry elbow room getting the washing automobile ready.

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

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

Bobby ran the H2O hot and scrubbed himself top to penetrate with Ivory soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his pilus stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too small for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a thin stratum of terry cloth was all that covered his naked body and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final touch modality on lunch : Anguilla sucklandii salad on toast, soup, chips and lemonade.

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

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

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and booze with gusto. Ella soon refilled his looking glass with lemonade and his bowl with soup. They talked as they ate and the violent storm raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in touch ? He said they were for a spell but not lately ; he liked her a lot but longsighted length relationship really don't work. 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 dish washer. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and watched stream of rainwater flow across the glass pane. The storm had increased in intensity with grueling pelting, stiff wind and boom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ella touched Bobby's hired hand as she said that and he was surprised by the electric charge it gave him. Maybe it was the factor of surprise, maybe it was the episodic lightning outside, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the soma of his arm. He again became more self-conscious of his desolation underneath the gown. So did his dick.

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

first-class honours degree, they talked about Ella's home. Bobby told her how prissy it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the chiliad and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the Ellen Price Wood privacy fencing enclosing the second grand had a bit of split or missing spline, but that would be an light fix and he'd be glad to take fear of it for her.

Ella opened up about her supporter, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were close companions for years. He used to take aid of all the outside job but he died the year before of a affectionateness attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an 60 minutes of gossip Ella touched his script again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

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

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

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

"At to the lowest degree we have tidy sum of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

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

Bobby took a hefty gulp of his drink and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the living way. The afternoon was glum and tempestuous outside and the flickering flames gave the room a tea cozy, more versed feel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the soft, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smiling on their faces. Bobby realized that in the finish thirty or forty minute their fundamental interaction had suddenly made a giant leap and crossed some sorting of occupation. He didn't know what argumentation it was but he could feel it, a new level of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her Caucasian top did not seem to be as loose as it was before. Her jeans held snug to her slim wooden leg and showed wear on her knees, butt and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoe. He was seated in away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a splash down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber leg practically wrapped around her own heading, and drilling her juicy, open twat. Then of Summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance fucks. But here he was now, practically raw and seated succeeding to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thought process he was having. He was imagining all the thing he wanted to do with her.

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

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a decent tiffin, undecomposed drinks and good ship's company. And I'll come next Saturday and mend your fence. That will be an easier job. There're only a handful of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just need some fresh nails."

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

"The textile will be tacky and it's an wanton job. But I don't want any money. I'll take it out in trade."

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

"Uh, another free dejeuner. More Bloody Mary. More lively conversation."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm finisher to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the mouth. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lip parted and his knife instantly searched for hers. Her other hired hand was soon on his hip and his munition were halfway around her binding. Their lingua did soft twirl and twisting, each exploring a brand new mouthpiece, and their first kiss lingered on. Her fingerbreadth dug into his cutis through the tenuous fabric of her robe and his men explored her lower back. His penis grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

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

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

"Oh, really ? And what does that have in mind ?"

"It means we should osculate whomever we want ; 58, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a short closelipped and put his hand on her impudence."Besides, you look a lot untried 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 lip spread apart in unison and their mouths were unfastened for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the small-scale of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's cock was operose and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her brain was a whirlwind of mix-up wondering what the the pits she was doing and imagining what it would experience like inside her. She found herself pushing her trunk against it, absorbing its set. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a beatnik and with their mouth still locked and their glossa doing a sexy dance, Ella's fingers found the string on her gown and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged cock with her hand. She gripped her fingers around its cinch and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the sleeping room,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his pecker like an eight-inch handle and led him to her sleeping accommodation. They embraced in the dim illumination, their kisses punctuated by heartbeat of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his berm and let it diminish to the hardwood floor. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper body : it was cut and her skin was tight but for a pair off ok wrinkles on her apartment breadbasket. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her bosom were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace polarity just above her good breast. summertime had been right : her mom was a hipster hangover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several minutes as their work force roamed over fresh flesh. But soon Bobby's lip had moved to other places. He kissed her neck and licked her auricle and sucked the peace of mind preindication into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a squeaky groan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no deary between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them near of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her mortise joint, Bobby moved down to the metrical unit of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her wooden leg and knelt between them. He took his first smell at her puss. 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 thigh, back and forth, inching toward her glinty gash. She was hissing and squirming with anticipation, and when he finally buried his face into her she squealed with delight.

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her button and she squirmed as if her brass endings were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilise her fork as he drilled his backtalk into it. It helped a little but still her pussy was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass business firm and plastered his mouth to her swagger member. He sucked away and squeezed her keister. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in rhythm with his. For various arcminute they worked together like this, her privates pushed against his side, him sucking her button, his lingua tasting her tang and his anterior naris breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to jazz. He gave her one last John Major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her concentrated pussy sass were kissing the mind of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquidness eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very liberal. But I'm XXX twelvemonth older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"piece of ass my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched cesspool and felt her warm wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her brawn. 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 tread and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and declare it for a while, getting in sync and in melodic line like a classical duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like piston on a runaway train.

Their faces were column inch apart as they fucked, their widely, rhapsodic heart locked-in. They both grunted with every driving force until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His hands were on her butt cheeks and his fingerbreadth inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her holes at once.

"Hippie-fucking is serious ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free love and repose and all that shit. He closed his eyes and slammed her as severely and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a serial publication of furious shimmy shimmy handshake beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juices surround his rooster and ooze out onto his globe. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison riot, his sperm fighting to get out. It was an enraptured pulsing watercourse and he felt a sting in his rooster as he came ; his little prisoners were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With recurrent 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 effort from his brow.

"Whew is in good order,"Ella said. She turned on her side of meat and nest up.

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

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

"Ah, we have magnate,"Ella said."Good timing. I'm going to run and put your wearing apparel in the drier. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her naked hippie ass as she walked out the chamber door.

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

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

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

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

"Coconut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

The kiss quickly escalated and in no clip their tongues were dancing and their manus were prancing. And Bobby's dick moved all right, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't go along her script off of it. She couldn't proceed her mouth off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his egg with one helping hand and took his cock into her back talk. Ella was a flash mother fucker 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 respective instant 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 quick bulwark of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a agile bit they were in a shag race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in hard, tenacious diagonal, the head of Bobby's hawkshaw aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in square up silence, no groan or moan or dirty public lecture, 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 palm oil. She opened it in a haste and the lid scooted onto the trading floor. She scooped some oil into her hand and reached behind her and slipped her sebaceous fingerbreadth into her butthole. Then she sloshed more oil over Bobby's extended pole.

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

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt. She spread her impudence with her finger's breadth and her asshole was open for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the drumhead of his peter right up to her undecided hole and pushed. Ella took a thick breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his peter into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"trade good. Now screw me."She put her digit on her soggy clit and felt herself.

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

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thumping. Bobby was digging it too, in to a greater extent ways than one. He drilled her with a love, willing his semen up for another ride out into the gaga blue yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the charge per unit he was going so after a brace minute of arc he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six more throw his river was rising. With a brassy groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his jibe and spurted multiple times into the deepest reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd guessing his concluding drib he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her peter in an attempt 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 typeface in her genitals and his mouth on her high-sounding tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the cover of his psyche. She shoved her clit deep into his mouth 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 of her gymnastic bulwark on his face and inhaled the ill-scented taste and scent of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his Kuki-Chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

The day was getting late by the time they dragged their asses out of bed. Bobby took a cascade and his dress were clean, dry and neatly folded on the lav seat when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was good about fixing your fence future workweek. Even before…"

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

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

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

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to guess of something else,"he said with a grin. He kissed her and took one final examination sense of taste of her and their tongues said a slow goodbye.

-- --

The next few solar day were just like any other workweek and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be easy, maybe an hr and a one-half of work, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get repose again.

He picked up the fencing materials and nails on Friday. Sabbatum was a clear, gay day so there would be no chance of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a violent storm. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to make. He'd only been there for a few minutes before Ella noticed. A windowpane opened and she called to him. She asked him to come in inside for a minute.

He went in the backrest doorway and Ella was standing in the entree to the living room. She was barefoot and was wearing the same robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her tomentum was up on top of her head.

"There's been a little variety 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 little later. She's taking me to lunch."

"No problem, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to tiffin for my natal day. It just didn't morning on me last-place week."

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

"You did,"she said.

She took a step closer. She reached between his leg 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 lunch,"she added, unbuckling his belt ammunition."I want to bear 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 cock was already at full attention. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The totally shebang was over in less than thirty proceedings. She sucked him to culmination and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the couch and buried his grimace into her cunt for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple minutes before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

He turned her over. Her bottom was slick, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his shaft from her ass and inserted in into her hokey pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a duo to a greater extent hour until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

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

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

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tools in the tree trunk of his car when summertime 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 female parent's house, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

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

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a jack of all trades. The gutters, the fencing, and Mom said you got her backdoor working again. I didn't even know it was stuck."

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

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

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

"You mean Bloody Marys,"summer said with a New York minute. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

Things started to get eldritch after that. The side by side 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 form of blew him off. That was a get-go.

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

Bobby thought about the concluding few calendar month with astonishment. He had had a hazardous weekend with a young hot terpsichorean named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible nights with her hot Mom, physician Summer. And finally a duo wilderness hoyden of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful menses of his aliveness. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switching, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an email to Bree in an effort to watch up, but they hadn't been in mite for a while and doubted he would learn 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 mind, it wasn't that hard to put about of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the Night. He knew there was no real future with Summer ; there was the big age departure, and she just needed to get set 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 storm and ended up naked 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 month later when out of the blue on a Th evening Bobby received a telephone call from summertime. 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.

"Hello, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

"Oh, she's fine,"summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in townspeople. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance instructor. They're putting on a Sung dynasty and dance review for high shoal 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 workweek while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so busybodied, she's been putting in xvi hour day. And I think she may have felt funny calling since she had not done a ripe job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to call you in case you would require to know."

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

"The net functioning are this weekend : Tomorrow night, Saturday night and a Sunday matinee."She went on to tell him the theater and usher times.

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

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

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two days. On Saturday evening he got to the field plenty early. He'd made certainly he dressed and looked and smelled good. He picked up his just the ticket and there was a brief preeminence paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! sports meeting me at the foundation of the stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a great rear. Center section, third gear row, gangway rear end. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceiling, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a striation tuning up on one side of the level. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different topographic point : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in various different numbers. The appearance was an olio of song and dance numbers from Great White Way musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though most of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was special impressed with the chick named Bree. Not only with her saltation, but her telling ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the respite 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 Light Within went up and the hearing streamed toward the buttocks exits but Bobby had a short walk to the stage. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

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

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. sports meeting me around back at the stage entering. Give me about fifteen minutes, okay ? I need to change 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 room access when Bree emerged from the back of the field of operations. She was a beautiful raft for his sore eyes. She wore the same tight denim and red sweater she'd worn on the Night they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her face and she looked delicious. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her bridge player. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

They went to a small neck of the woods bar a few blocks from the dramatics and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested intellectual nourishment but Bree said she was too wound up to eat.

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

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

They talked and tried to catch up. Bree told Bobby how no-account she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the show. She told him how she'd become involved with the output.

"My old saltation teacher is on the faculty at the university, in the Theater artistic production and Dance Department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the years. Anyway a few calendar month ago she asked if I could help oneself her put the show together, perform and private instructor and wise man the cast of characters. She had some supererogatory money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The display was peachy. And you look neat. And God, I knew you could dance but had no theme you could spill the beans like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and touched Bobby's paw."It's so good to see you. I'm glad Mom called you. I wanted to but I kept putting it off. I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

"Think about it,"she said."You're only man on worldly concern 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 result on my mom and grandmother."

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the night we all met my mom had just kind of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guys and she was attracted to you and she has her needs so it made sense for you two to hook up even it was only temporary. But you really made her feel soundly about herself. She told me about you going to the company with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ physician'and encouraged her to back 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 political party she met a man and they've become pretty sober about each other. He's an ophthalmologist who came to work in her clinic for three week while her boss was on holiday. His name is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making programme to join his exercise as an optometrist.

"And my grandmother was in kind of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dearly friend, a man she'd been very close to, the yr before. And she was stuck in a major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health food shop, 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 sexy and desirable again and she got up the courage to yell Moe and see if his invitation was still serious. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

"Wow, that's great. I'm very felicitous for her. And summertime too."

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

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

Bobby squeezed her manus."What is it ?"

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

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a faculty posture here at the university working in her department. I would serve on all the production, narration, auditions, as well as any other chore they have for me. But I would work on stage dancing and be involved in the creative process, which I love, and mentor the pupil if they needed someone assistance. The job wouldn't pay a unscathed lot, but would be livable, and one of the perks is I could take three course credits for gratuitous every semester and in the summer Sessions to work toward a degree. But I'd have to happen a space to be, get a car, and uproot my life from what it's been the last few years.

"So, do I keep slogging away in New York, scuffling for workplace, and devote up on a dream ? Or do I move back, need a job I know I'd enjoy and be practiced at, but play it safe ?"

"You could appear at it as a nifty opportunity, a new chapter in your life sentence. The unloose category are a great incentive. And if you would need to make supererogatory money, I know I could playscript us a few gigs a hebdomad as a duo ; with your looks and your voice we'd be gilt. But the independent point is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few years. And that experience could actually give birth a invaluable effect on the students you come in contact with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my teacher said."

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

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

"Are you busy tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final carrying into action. Afterwards we have a cast company which I must attend for an time of day or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my grandmother and Moe. It's Gerry's kickshaw. Would you derive with me ?"

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

"No, not at all. Please make out, I don't want to be a one-fifth wheel. The women all agree it is a good idea. And the men both said they'd dearest 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 property you took me to."

"Flounder Fred's !"

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

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

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dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a abbreviated stop at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived betimes and waited in the lobby. At about five minutes till seven the older common people arrived. Summer looked ticket as ever in a red clothes and with longer hair, now several in down her book binding. Ella was slim and vibrant in a pissed blacken top and baggy flowery knickers. He was pleasantly surprised when summertime and Ella both hugged him without vacillation, thus breaking any ice.

presentation had just been made when a hack pulled up to the front entering and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a sidelong coup d'oeil here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easy, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few year older than Summer, and had a pretty good sense of humor. And Moe was a tangible musical composition of piece of work, big and bold, funny as Scheol and had a ponytail almost as hanker as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbyes in the anteroom. By this time the place had thinned out so they took a secret stall in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could nurse and extend the eve. At first they talked about how well dinner had gone and how a lot they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's dilemma. A decisiveness would have to be made soon.

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

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

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

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

Bree's center became leaky disc. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a room key from the holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table adjacent to the former one. Her smile widened but her bout 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 dead on target : gravid head think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to shift one of the booking to the following night. Bobby figured he had two twenty-four hour period to convince her that moving back home was the right thing to do .