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Green Eye Burn

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This story has been buried deep inside of me for a long time. I remember all of it very well, almost like it was last week. I’ve reminisced and re-lived it all many times over the years. Much of it is quite fun to remember. Some of it is bittersweet. Some of it is painful still.

When I was out of college and in my early twenties I got a job selling radio advertising in a suburban/rural area, and although new to the region, I became successful in a fairly short time.

After a couple of years I left the radio station and started my own business by acquiring a licensing agreement from a national company to sell direct marketing products. As this was an outlying area and not heavily populated, the company looked at it as an area with limited profit potential and whatever I produced would just be a bonus to them. They had never planned to develop the area anyway until I approached them so they pretty much left me alone.

But within a year I had the area thriving. I was working hard and enjoying the fruits of my labor. Soon the regional manager was after me to expand the area. I told him I was maxed out as it was and I couldn’t cover much more ground. ‘So hire somebody’ he hollered. ‘Why, so I can give my profits away to somebody else’?” I countered. But we hammered out an adjacent area and worked out a plan where I would hire a salesperson and then get bonuses on their sales and price breaks on the production costs. I ran the numbers a hundred different ways and didn’t see how I could lose. So I advertised for a salesperson. It was summer and I hoped that I could get a sales rep up and running by the fall, our busiest time.

Most of the responses I received were not too impressive, and the interviews didn’t go that well. The people were either not qualified, didn’t understand the business, didn’t have car insurance, or didn’t have a clue. But one looked pretty good. In more ways than one.

Her name was Denise. We met at a small coffee shop in the midst of what would be the new territory. After introductions we sat down and faced each other from across a small table. She said to call her Dee. My name is Rob.

She had dark brown hair, cut neat and short, big green eyes and wore a sharp blue pantsuit with a white blouse. She was maybe 5′-7″, thin with a nice ass and her firm, abundant tits pushed at the cloth of her attire. Her face was thin with sultry lips and just a touch of gloss. We held eye contact and I felt a sizzle in her glare. She gave a demure smile and her tongue flicked out just a sliver between her lips as she handed me her resume. She seemed a little nervous. I was too.

I took a quick glance at her resume and saw that she was thirty-six years old and married. In those days that kind of information was commonly found on resumes. As I sat across from her and pretended to study her resume I tried to hide my uneasiness.

Here I was: a twenty-five year old newly-single guy, blond hair, blue eyes, tall with a thin, runner’s build; and I was interviewing this older, mature, married woman with much more experience than I. Her resume told me she had had several media sales jobs and was more than qualified.

As the interview went on we relaxed and it not only went very well, we shared some laughs and became more comfortable. And those eyes! She always looked me right in the eye and hardly blinked. I could tell she was a no-bullshit person who probably knew how to get things done.

She told me a little about herself. She had gone to France to study, met the man who was now her husband, got pregnant, had a daughter and they moved back to the U.S. Her daughter was now twelve. I asked her about her last job, almost four years at a newspaper, and why she had left. She said she’d left the job to go to work for her husband at his small construction company and to try to straighten out the business end of things. Her husband was good at building things, just not very good with the office and the paperwork and the rest of it. But now that was straightened out and she wanted to get back to what she did best, and the position I was trying to fill looked like a perfect fit. We discussed the compensation and commissions and she was agreeable. After about 75 minutes we ended. She thanked me for the interview, we shook hands and parted, and my eyes followed her ass all the way to the door.

The interview had gone well in every respect. Dee was qualified, knowledgeable, made a great impression and would represent the company and its products well. We said we’d be in touch. But I knew there was no way I could hire her.

Two days later I received a very professional thank-you letter in the mail from Dee, but I hadn’t spoken to her since the interview. When I had placed the ad for a salesperson I had scheduled it to run for several weeks and it ran again the next day. Soon I was getting follow-up calls from her and she left multiple messages with my answering service. I knew I was putting off dealing with the inevitable. When the next ad ran my phone rang first thing in the morning and I picked up.

“Hi Rob, this is Dee ____, how are you?” she said.

“I’m doing well, Dee, thank you. How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine, thank you. I’m calling about the sales position. I saw the ad is still running. Have you hired anyone yet?”

“No, I haven’t,” I replied. I explained about the ad and its scheduled flight to run for several weeks.

“I can start tomorrow!” she said enthusiastically.

I chuckled and hemmed and hawed. I said I was narrowing it down to two or three and she was definitely in the mix. She reiterated that she was perfect for the job, she was flexible, would work hard, do whatever it takes, she needed the job, etc. So we set up a second interview at the same place.

My problem was this: At just about every job I’d ever had, I’d ended up fucking somebody. And it always ended up making things awkward or unpleasant or worse. It’s hard to work closely with people of the opposite sex because if you click, the sparks are going to fly. Throughout college I worked at the campus library and ended up fucking a couple of co-workers and the relationships didn’t end well. My summer jobs, same thing, I always ended up putting my dick into some chick, making things weird at work. Even at my last job before starting my business I had fucked four different women: two cute female deejays at the FM station, a secretary at the AM, and our black receptionist’s cousin who had a thing for white guys.

Now I had a dilemma: I wanted to expand my new business but I didn’t want to screw things up. Dee might have been older, but she was attractive and sexy and confident. I was afraid that if we worked together the sparks would fly and then I might end up opening my fly and then it would ruin everything. And she was married to boot; I couldn’t risk fucking up somebody else’s marriage!

But I couldn’t get around one fact, and that was that she was an ideal candidate for the job. She had all of the qualifications and lived only about fifteen minutes away, which would make it convenient for both of us. And no doubt she looked good and would make a positive impression on customers. So, to be fair to the business and to her, we should have another interview.

So… We had another interview and it was a slam dunk. I hired her and never even told her about my fears. I knew she was right for the job and trusted it would work out.

We worked closely and spent a lot of time together the first few weeks as I trained her in the different facets of the job and the system. We went on sales calls together, we spent a lot of time side-by-side at my desk in my home office learning the paperwork and had informal meetings to plan our promotions. We worked very well together. And there was definitely a natural chemistry between us.

After about three weeks we were sitting elbow to elbow in my office working on some copy when she mentioned that she was moving that weekend. I was shocked; my mind started wandering, here I thought I’d found the ideal salesperson and she’s moving away already…? I asked her where she was moving to and she told me the location, which was the perfect location: right in the center of her territory.

“I didn’t know you were planning to move,” I said. “When did you decide that?”

She looked straight at me with her big green eyes and said, “About two days before I answered your ad. That’s when I decided I was leaving my husband. That’s why I needed this job so badly.”

I must have inadvertently peeked at her left hand, I couldn’t recall if she’d had a ring on before.

“It’s gone,” she said. “I threw it at him the night you offered me the job. He’s cheated on me for the last time!”

“I’m sorry…” I started to say.”

“Oh, don’t be,” she said, “it’s for the best, believe me. I did everything for him, even quit a good job to run his business for him, and he still managed to find a new bimbo to boink!”

We both chuckled at her use of words. She laughed and cried at the same time.

“So I found a nice little apartment for us. It is right in the middle of my territory, and my daughter won’t have to change schools.”

It all sounded like great news. She was moving right into her territory and would be more motivated than ever.

Over the next few months we became more and more comfortable with each other. Even though she was a little farther away, we found convenient places to meet when she needed to drop off her paperwork or if we needed to have a brief meeting. Things became more casual between us too. We had lunch a couple of times. She would occasionally touch my arm when she spoke. Sometimes she would come by the house in the evening to drop something off, and if I wasn’t home she’d leave it in the box. One Friday evening around 6:30 she stopped by and I had just gotten back from a long run. It was a hot, humid evening and I was shirtless and my sweaty running shorts clung to my body and I know she stole a couple looks at the bulge between my legs. I looked up and noticed a young girl sitting in the passenger seat of her car.

“Looks like you have a passenger,” I said.

“That’s Lynn, my daughter.”

I started walking toward the car and introduced myself. “Hello Lynn, I’m Rob,” I said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Hi. I’ve heard about you too.”

“How do you like your new apartment?”

“It’s okay.”

Dee came up from behind and said, “We’re heading to a big party. Her best friend turns 13!”

“Oh wow, the big one-three!” I said, looking at Lynn. That ought to be fun!” Then I turned to Dee and thanked her for dropping off the work and said drive safely and I’d talk to her on Monday. Then she gave me her green eye burn and held it and I swear I felt my dick grow a little from her stare. I watched them back out and drive off. I walked back into the house and the cool air hit me. As I peeled off my shorts I could see that the drenched synthetic fabric had adhered and molded to my cock and balls and was sucked into the crack of my ass. I realized then that she must have seen it too.

As fall approached we worked hard and spent a lot of time together. This was typically the busiest time of year in our business as we had promotions for back-to-school, Halloween and then the end-of-year holidays. Throughout those months we worked closely and were constantly in contact, in person and talking on the phone. There was definitely a strong attraction between us, we both could sense it, and you could feel it in the air around us and almost cut it with a knife. There were a number of times when I felt we were very, very close to one of us saying something that would cross that line between business and personal and would take us from being colleagues to being lovers. It was that close.

The ice was cracked in early December when we went together on a Friday afternoon to the annual Christmas party for our region of the company. It was held at the home of one of the company bigshots and it was about an hour’s drive away. She drove to my house and then we got into my car and I drove us to the party. We had a lot of time in the car together and we were relaxed and we talked easily about a number of things. She told me about her college days, going overseas and meeting her husband and how he was older and swept her off her feet. And how he was always a cheat and always wanted them to be swingers from the time they first met. At the party we mingled some and we met a lot of people that we’d spoken to on the phone many times but had never met. We had a couple of drinks and relaxed even more. On the ride back we opened up further and talked about some of crazy things we did in college, the courses we took and the drugs we took. I told her about the on-again off-again blues band I played in and told her about a gig I had coming up the next weekend and suggested she come hear us if she could. She said she might do that because Lynn was scheduled to be with her dad next weekend. We were both feeling a new level of comfort together.

When we got back to my house I didn’t know what to do. It almost felt like I was dropping her off after a first date. It was a little awkward but we both did the professional thing. We wouldn’t cross that line today, but part of me had wanted to drag her into my house and rip her clothes off. I changed clothes and went for a run. I thought about her the whole five miles and I swear I had half a chubby.

The following Thursday we met at a clients’ business where we had bartered for holiday gifts for our customers. We assorted nice gifts such as champagne, gift baskets, and sweets which we would deliver to our various customers over the following days. We loaded our cars with the gifts for the customers. Then I handed her a small wrapped gift which included a gift certificate to a nice boutique and a Christmas bonus.

“And this is for you,” I said.

She gave me the green eye burn. Her big eyes were moist and I thought she might start to cry. I could tell a million thoughts were rushing through her head. She looked like she wanted to speak but she didn’t, she just burned her liquid eyes into mine.

“Thank you,” she said in a shallow, half-broken voice.

Then she leaned up to me and kissed me, half on the cheek and half on the corner of my mouth. Then she spun around, walked to her car, got in and drove off.

She had done it. Now it was just a matter of time.

The following Saturday night we were playing our occasional gig at Slackers, a local restaurant and bar. We were midway through our first set and I was blowing a solo on my saxophone and hit a couple of clams when I saw Dee walk in. She was with another foxy chick and they did not go unnoticed by some of the customers as they strode to the back and took stools at the bar. The place wasn’t that big and we made eye contact almost immediately. She smiled and I felt the burn from across the room.

When the band took a break I walked over and stood in front of them at the bar and ordered a beer as we greeted. She introduced me to her friend Sharon, who looked fine. She was long and lean with long dark hair and black jeans that looked they were painted on. Dee looked great in blue jeans and a tight red sweater that hugged her curves. I thanked them for coming and Dee grabbed my arm firmly with both hands when she told me how good the band sounded.

“I didn’t know you were so talented!” she said. “What other talents do you have that I don’t know about?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I blushed. “I make a mean omelet! I’ll have to have you over for brunch sometime.”

Dee and Sharon shared a sly glance and Dee said that she thought that was a great idea.

Before we knew it the break was up and it was time to return to the bandstand.

“Work, work, work,” I said to them. “Can you stay another set?” They said they would.

“Great,” I said, gripping her hand in mine. “I’ll be back in forty minutes!” Then I ordered a beer to take to the stage, which I almost never do.

The set flew by and I rejoined Dee and Sharon at the bar. Sharon was talking to some folks at a nearby table so I had Dee to myself.

“I’m glad you hung around,” I said. “I was looking forward to talking some more.”

“Me too,” she said, her big green eyes looking right through me.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“Really? What?”

“Let’s go outside for a minute,” I said. I took her hand and led her out the side door to the parking lot. It was a mild December so we were okay without jackets. We walked toward the back of the lot where it was more private and we faced each other.

“What did you want to ask me?” she said.

I licked my lips and took a deep breath. “I wanted to know,” I began, “The other day, when we were picking up the presents for our customers…”


“You kissed me. And I wanted to know what kind of kiss that was.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean: Was it a ‘thank you’ kiss, was it a ‘you’re a really nice guy kiss’, or was it a ‘I want to fuck you’ kiss?”

She pursed her lips and then cracked a subtle smile. “What kind of kiss do you think it was?” she said, playing with me.

“Well,” I said. “First, I gave you the gift, so ‘thank you’ would have been appropriate. And second, I know that I’m a nice guy, so that would make sense. But to be honest, I was hoping it was number three.”

She shook her head and burst out laughing. “Rob, you are too much! Tell you what, Sherlock, let’s start over so that you completely understand what’s going on here. First, I’m going to give you a ‘thank you’ kiss.”

Then she leaned up and kissed me on the exact spot she had kissed before, on the corner of my lip.

She then said, “Okay. Now I’m going to give you your ‘nice guy’ kiss.”

She then grabbed my shoulder with one hand and kissed me full on the mouth.

Then she stepped back, looked in my eyes and said. “Now our next kiss will be the ‘fuck me’ kiss and it will be waiting for you whenever you are ready to come and get it!”

I was on her like a tomcat on a tuna truck. My arms went around her and our mouths met and my tongue entered her mouth and I tasted her for the first time. I inhaled her sweet scent and sucked in her tongue and her essence. Her hand was in my hair pulling my head to hers, my hands roamed her back and neck and shoulders. I backed her up against the wall of the building and we made out like a couple of tenth graders. In between the kisses and gropes, we babbled.

“Oh God, what took you so long?”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“You were married, I wanted to be professional…”

“I wanted you to be unprofessional…”

“You’re so fucking hot…”

“The way you teased me, standing in front of me in your tight, sweaty shorts with your…”

I was pressed against her and I knew she could feel my stiff cock.

We gradually slowed and I peppered her with gentle kisses, my hand made it down to her firm ass. I wanted to take her home right then but I had another set to play.

“We better get back in,” she said after we broke a long, soft kiss. She was right, the time was up.

We reentered the bar and the band was already in place onstage.

“Gotta go,” I said as I gripped her hand. “Are you hanging around?”

She said they’d probably leave in a few minutes. I said goodbye, we’ll talk tomorrow and I kissed her lips. Halfway through the second tune they got up to leave. Dee waved goodbye with a smile and mimed ‘Call me’ with her lips. I missed those lips already.

I called Dee in the morning and we talked about how relieved we were that we would no longer have to hide our feelings and tried to figure out when we would be able to see each other. With her responsibilities as a mom and her need to be discreet while going through her divorce, there would only be certain times we could get together. She said that Lynn stayed with her Sunday through Thursday morning, then after school on Thursday she would go to her Dad’s till Sunday. Plus Dee would have her on a day every other weekend. So Thursday nights would be when we knew we could meet, and weekends would be hit or miss.

The holidays were coming to boot which would mean more commitments for both of us to juggle. But our work was slow that time of year and we wouldn’t get busy again until after January first. So we decided that we would blow off Tuesday and spend the day together, and then we would have Thursday night. On Tuesday morning she would get Lynn off to school and then come to my place and we would have all day until Lynn came home from school. She said she would be over around nine.

“Good,” I said. “And at 9:01 I’ll be tearing your pants off.”

Then she said something like, Oh I don’t know, we should go slow, take our time, and some other such baloney.

“Oh, no,” I replied. “Forget that, we’re not playing that game. If that’s the way you want it don’t even bother to come. We’ve been holding back for months, dancing around it, and last night we pretty near swallowed each other’s tongues. We are ready and we both know it. And it’s going to be the best we ever had!”

She said she’d see me Tuesday at around nine.

It was an icy cold, windy Tuesday morning and Dee wore a heavy coat when she arrived. She walked through the door and into my arms. We kissed deep and long and our tongues slow-danced as we gripped each other tight. When we broke the kiss I helped her off with her coat and was stunned at what was underneath.

She was hot as a firecracker! She wore a snug, low-cut, light green top, that made her tits look ready and her eyes like ripe melons, tucked into super-tight designer jeans that hugged her ass and crotch and every inch of her long, thin legs, and red pumps. Decorated for Christmas.

“My God,” I said, “You look remarkable!” I said.

She blushed and said thanks. “Not too much?”

“Hell no,” I said, “You look sensational. Come to the kitchen. I made Bloody Marys!”

She followed me and I poured us two drinks from the pitcher I had prepared. I handed one to her and she took a sniff and then a sip, and then a larger drink. I had made them strong and spicy.

“How did you know I love Bloody Marys?” she asked as she took another swig.

“I took a chance,” I said. “I figured if you didn’t I would just pour it all over your body and lick it off.”

She took another gulp, then struck a pose and said, “So, do you like my outfit?” and wiggled her butt.

“Oh, absolutely!” I said. “Like I said, you look fabulous. Good enough to eat!”

She put down her drink and moved in close. She put her hands on my hips and looked up at me, her eyes sending me the green burn. “Good,” she said. “Because I haven’t worn these pants for a long time. These are my ‘fuck me’ jeans.” I put my hand behind her head and pulled her lips to mine.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

“Take off your shirt,” she said. “I want to massage you.”

We were in my bedroom. I whipped off my shirt in one quick motion. She asked me to lie face down on the bed. Then she knelt beside me and I felt her hands begin to explore my neck, my head and my back, high and low. Her sturdy, supple fingers caressed my flesh and over the next few minutes my muscles eased into submission.

“It’s so nice to finally be able to touch you,” she whispered, and spread kisses on the nape of my neck.

I groaned in agreement. Her lovely hands worked their magic to my lower back and underneath the fabric of my jeans.

I soon sat up and said, “It’s time for your top to come off! I need to touch you, too.”

As we sat facing one another kissing, I pulled her shirt off and kissed her breasts as I removed her skimpy bra. I then eased her onto her back and lay beside her. I kissed her head, her hair, her ears. Her forehead, her eyes, her nose. And of course her lips. We lingered on the lips.

I caressed and kissed and tongued her upper body and when her nipples were stiff hard rubber I put my mouth on them and didn’t stop for twenty minutes.

Her hands were in constant flux, in my hair, on my back, around my neck, into my pants, seeking.

She was a loud lover. There were moans, groans, growls, howls, occasional dirty words and many other guttural utterances. She never shut up. I was taking my time. She exhaled a breathy murmur when I slipped my right hand inside her jeans.

“Time to pull down your pants,” I said.

I opened her jeans and kissed her lightly on the fabric of her damp panties. I smelled her finger-licking love funk for the first time. But as I started to undress her bottom half I found that her skin-tight jeans didn’t want to cooperate. I yanked on them and it was slow going, and then I gripped my fingers in the belt loops and tried to peel them off.

“Jesus Christ, girl,” I exclaimed. “What the hell did you do, glue these fuckers on?”

Dee giggled like a schoolgirl. “If it’s too much work Romeo, just let me know.”

I kissed her lips and asked for a little help.

“Oh-kay, I guess so,” she said, in mock annoyance. “Men nowadays…”

She lifted her ass and pushed her pants down as I pulled on them. Finally they were off.

“Damn, pulling off your pants is like shucking an ear of corn!” I hissed.

She laughed again. “You shuck, we fuck!”

I laughed at that and tossed her pants on the floor. “Not quite yet,” I said. “But, we’ll get there.”

I covered every inch of her lower body with my mouth. Licking and kissing her toes, her ankles, the tops of her feet, her soles, her ankles and shins, her calves, her knees. My tongue touched all of it. And Dee moaned and groaned and yelped and scratched the whole way. When my mouth reached her thighs my hands went round to her ass and I squeezed her taut cheeks. She squeaked when I did that.

By this time her clit looked like a ripe okra. So I wrapped my lips around it and she let out with a shrill gasp I’d never heard before. And I didn’t let go.

One time when I was in college, age nineteen or twenty, I was in a bar and I met a divorcee in her mid-thirties and went home with her. Her kids were with her ex-husband that weekend and she was horny. We got back to her place and she took me to bed. She made it clear that the night meant nothing but she needed to get off. She told me to eat her pussy, and she taught me how. She said to wrap my lips around her clit and never let go, forget all that tongue flying licking shit you see in the porn flicks. Stay on it, don’t breathe on it and don’t let air hit it. Keep your mouth on it, keep it covered, and keep it warm: Suck, kiss, lick, whatever, but don’t let go. She held my head in place with her hands. And her pussy exploded into my face. That’s been my approach ever since with my women and I’ve yet to have a complaint.

I dove down on Dee and I stayed down there for quite a while.

“Oh my, God!” she hissed. “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.” I grabbed her ass cheeks with an iron grip and tried to squeeze the cum out of her. “Eat my pussy baby,” she went on, “I can’t believe the way you’re eating my pussy!” I hummed a tune into her clit like I was playing a kazoo. She screamed like a cougar.

Her whole body quivered and quaked and wiggled and writhed in constant locomotion, but her hands were locked like a stationary vise on the back of my head. My lips and tongue continued their assault on her hard, swollen clit. When she came her love gates opened and months of her pent-up cum flooded my face.

“Oh fuck…” she shrieked. “Oh my fucking God…Oh fucking shit…Ughhh…”

When her spasms receded she tried to pull my head up toward hers but I stayed put. I wasn’t done. I was staying down there until she came again. I started humming a new tune and she shook so hard she almost fell off the bed. Her hands retightened around my head and my hands spread her butt cheeks wide and I slipped part of a finger into her ass. That elicited from her another gasp of surprise and pleasure. My sax-playing skills were paying off as my strong mouth and lips stayed clutched around her hard rod and I blew a love song into her snatch.

Dee quickly figured out we weren’t stopping yet and started swinging her groin up and down and grinding my face. She squawked with every sway and my bed squeaked in harmony.

“Oh Rob…Oh God…” she moaned. “I love your mouth…ugh. Eat me…ugh…Fucking your mouth…ugh. I love your mouth! Oh shit…”

We rocked in rhythm for a few minutes more. Then I could feel another orgasm coming. She closed her legs tightly around my head.

“Oh Christ, I’ve never been eaten like this!” she wheezed. “I’m gonna come again…ugh. Ugh. Oh Ssshhhhiiiiitttt…”

Her love levee overflowed again and my face was the delta. It wasn’t as forceful as the first but it was still a whole lotta love and I tasted her stewed tang for the second time.

When I finally started to move my head away from her crotch she pulled my head toward hers and we began a long, wet, sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Her hands roamed my upper body and slid into my pants. Her fingers reached the tip of my rock-hard dick as we were breaking our kiss. Her eyes drilled me and glowed green and hot.

“Fuck me…” Dee rasped excitedly.

I stood up before her at the side of the bed. I wore nothing but my beltless jeans so when I unzipped them my hard eight inch cock popped right out and was pointing at the ceiling. Her eyes grew into saucers at the sight. Now her green eye burn was directed at my swollen, purple pole.

I wiggled out of my pants and she reached over and pulled me closer. She held my cock in her hands and ran her fingers along its long edge and down to my balls. She softly kissed its glistening head.

“What a beautiful cock,” she said, and looked up. “Fuck me.”

I got on the bed and she guided my steely member right into her hungry cockpit. It was wild and wide and wet and warm and I slid right in. I didn’t waste any time, I started stabbing it into her pretty good.

“Squeeze me, Dee,” I said. “Let me feel your sexy walls. Pinch me…yeah, that’s it.” With each poke I felt her sweet pussy pressure surround my cock. “Ah, that’s it baby, suck it out of me!”

Her moans grew louder with each push and her nails dug into my back. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and I wiggled my finger back into her ass as I pounded away. All her holes were filled. We grunted in a syncopated rut, and as the minutes elapsed I held back my load.

When our mouths parted I asked her if she could come again. She nodded her head four or five times in quick succession. We fucked even harder. She stroked her juicy okra in perfect tempo as I stuffed her with raw cucumber.

When I was ready to come she knew it, which triggered her third ejaculation. I let out a loud, dissonant grunt like a bull gator in mating season. I vibrated in spasms while spewing strings of my love syrup into Dee’s heavenly honey pot. As I was ejecting my seed into her I felt a fresh warmth surround my cock and ooze out to my balls and I knew she had come again.

Our aftermath was sublime. Sweaty lovers, side by side, enwrapped. I had my arm around her, her head was on my shoulder and our naked bodies were molded into one. There was total peace and a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Dee spoke.

“Wow,” she said. “Wow.”

I kissed her. “My sentiments exactly,” I replied.

“I mean it, really. I have never had climaxes like that, ever! And your mouth… I never knew I could come like that.”

I maneuvered my arm more snugly around her so I could take her breast in my hand. Her hand went to my penis. After another quiet interlude she said, “I sure wish you hadn’t waited so long to be unprofessional!”

I chuckled and gave her tit a little squeeze. She did the same to my reawakening dick.

“Really, Rob,” she said. “I’ve had sex many, many times but I have never in my life felt so completely, totally, thoroughly, absolutely, utterly, perfectly fucked! I feel like I’m high or something.”

I put my mouth to hers and we shared a fresh, deep kiss. She stroked me, bringing my one-eyed monster back to full attention.

“It takes two to tango,” I said. “And I knew it would be great.”

After another prolonged silence, she softly said, “I love the feeling of your cock in my hand.”

“Not as much as I do…”

“You know, I knew you’d be big, I just knew it. But when I first saw it pop out of your jeans, I believe my eyes about popped out of my head. And two thoughts popped into my mind.”

“What were they?”

“First, I thought ‘wow’; that thing is BIG! And second, I thought how jealous my husband would be!”

She giggled and gripped me tightly around my fully-loaded grenade. I had nothing to say to that.

Dee pivoted around slightly so we were closely face-to-face. Those eyes sizzled. “I want to suck your cock,” she said, and kissed me. “I want to feel it in my mouth. I want to taste it. I want you to come in my mouth.”

She lowered herself into position and took my cockhead between her lips. Her fingers massaged my titillated chestnuts as she took me into her mouth, little by little, adjusting her position for her best angle of acceptance. I ran my fingers through her hair as I watched, mesmerized by her movements, so smooth and easy, and the sexy sight of my inflamed shaft sliding in and out of her dexterous mouth.

And so it went for a time as I watched the show and enjoyed the pleasure of Dee, the skillful cocksucker. But of course before long my little cobra was fixing to spit and wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I gripped Dee’s shoulders strongly and started pumping. She knew the drill. She grabbed my ass and sucked, sucked, sucked. I groaned and she knew it was on the way, and with eight inches of cock in her mouth she stayed on it through my spasms, and when I shot my load into her, four, five, six times, she moaned with each spray, once again two lovers in perfect sync.

She came up for air swallowing, and kissed my mouth with her cummy lips. It was my turn to say ‘wow!’.

We soon noticed the time. It was early afternoon and we were hungry. Dee offered to take me out for lunch but I shot that idea right down, I was going to keep her naked and in my house as long as possible. I told her there was no way she was putting those jeans on again because I may exhaust myself tearing them back off, and we weren’t finished for the day. I pulled a sweatshirt out of my drawer and gave it to her to wear.

We went to my kitchen, Dee dressed in only a sweatshirt and me in only my jeans, and whipped up lunch. We didn’t do too badly either. We baked up a frozen pizza and somehow in my fridge found the makings for a pretty good salad. As Dee was finishing her second slice of pizza she said she wanted to suck my cock again. We went back to bed.

I told her that the pizza must have made her horny. She said she was horny for my pepperoni. From that day forward the word ‘pizza’ would always be our euphemism for sex.

The next hour was spent in 69 position, each of us sucking out whatever was left from the other, then we topped it off with another racy fuck. But by then it was getting late.

Dee had to get home; her daughter would be getting home from school soon and she had to be there to greet her. So we showered together. And damn, somehow my cock became slick and soapy and erect again. And damn if it didn’t end up in back in her pussy.

When she was dressed and her pants were glued back on, I admired her figure in her tight clothing.

“Does Lynn know those are your ‘fuck me’ jeans?” I asked.

“I don’t know, she might.”

I told her to get on home and change before the school bus arrived.

We had started into the most intense period of wild fucking any couple could have. Because of our limited times together, we made the most of them. We grabbed a quickie on Tuesday morning when she dropped over to pick up some sales materials. She came over that Thursday night for a four hour romp. Then again the following Thursday.

On New Year’s Eve she spent the night, the first time we would actually sleep together. We had gone to a club and met a couple she knew, I don’t remember their names, and we danced and had a decent time but we both just wanted to get back to my house and screw. Dee took me by the hand at five minutes before twelve and led me to my car, it was time to go. She gave me a slow, masterful blowjob as I drove us home.

Once naked in bed I got busy eating pussy. Her first orgasm was almost immediate, but as usual I stayed with it until she unleashed her second coming, and I felt her swamp water flow. Then I mounted her sleek, fine frame and slipped my bat into her cave, and I pounded her until my rocket lifted off inside.

We held each other for what seemed like a long time. At first nothing needed to be said. But soon we were talking intimately and she opened up about her marriage and her husband. She said he had swept her off her feet in Paris and she’d ended up pregnant, but found out soon enough that he was cheating on her from the start and he would fuck anything that moved. She actually tried to come back to the U.S. with only her child, but he complained that she couldn’t take her away, she’s my child too, etc. So they came to the U.S., were married, she took care of their child and he had his affairs. He would always try to force her to swing and fuck other couples, which she went along with a few times but was never comfortable with. So she settled into a life of knowing her husband was usually fucking around on her. And this last affair was the final affair as far she was concerned.

“What was the final straw?” I asked.

“He knocked up an eighteen year old girl.”

“I guess that would do it,” I said.

After a few moments of silence she took my penis in her hand and began stroking it, and eventually said, “I have a New Year’s gift for you.”

She rolled over and reached into her purse on the table and turned back to me.

“Rob, you have stuck your love muscle inside me many wonderful times. I love it in my snatch and I love it in my mouth. But there’s one place you haven’t stuck it yet.”

She opened her hand and placed a small tube of k-y jelly on my stomach.

“Happy New Year!” she said.

I stared at the container for a moment then looked at her.

“It’s not going to bite you,” she said, picking up the tube. She opened it and squeezed some lube into her hand, then slathered it all over my now-hard cock. Then she handed it to me and said, “You can do the honors on me!” She rolled over ass-up. I greased my fingers and lubricated her asshole.

Her bunghole opened wide, then closed, then reopened, two or three times. Like it was winking at me. This was no virgin ass. I placed the head of my dick to her o-ring and she opened for me. And I pushed.

I was not the most experienced assfucker at that point in my life but I didn’t let that stop me. She moaned at first, but with gentle swings I eased it in, an inch at a time. When I was halfway home I started fucking that sweet ass with solid thrusts and soon my balls were slapping her ass. Dee was shrieking in tongues and letting out what sounded like painful groans. I was hoping it was a good pain.

“Oh yes…fuck my ass, boy! Fuck that fucking ass!”

I was driving her like a semi-automatic nail gun. Harder, harder…”

“Oh shit…what the fuck! Such a big fucking cock in my ass. Shoot your cum up my fucking ass…”

That’s just what I did. It flew out of me, into Dee, and I held her tight with my cock still assbound as I quivered through my aftershocks. When I pulled out I watched my jizz seep out of her asshole and onto the sheet.

I spooned Dee’s body with mine and held her. “Are you alright?” I asked.

“I’m wonderful, I feel terrific,” she said. “How ’bout you?”

“Never better,” I said, and I meant it. After that, anal sex was regular part of our repertoire.

I made us breakfast at four a.m. She said she loved my omelet.

The mad fucking continued. Over the next couple of months we had our usual Thursday nights and every other Saturday night. In between we’d have “sales meetings”. That was when she’d come over to drop something off or pick something up and we’d get naked and see how many times we could get off. A couple of times she came over my house for some work-related purpose and had her daughter wait in the car and we still found some time for fucking and sucking.

One Thursday night I was over at Dee’s apartment and her older sister called. We were seated on the sofa in her living room and Dee handed me the phone and started taking off my pants. Soon she was sucking my cock while I was talking to her sister on the phone.

“I hear you’re turning my sister in a nymphomaniac,” her sister said, as Dee licked my balls and stroked my dick.

“I think she’s turned me into one,” I grunted, as Dee took my swollen cock back into her mouth.

“Well, she says you’ve done some amazing things to her. Says you make her spurt like a monsoon,” she said as Dee throated all of me.


“What did you say?…”

“Oh my God…” I blurted. I dropped the phone, held Dee’s head and ejaculated into the back of her throat. She only gagged once.

After that Dee spoke to her sister briefly while I pulled her pants down. I went down on her and she howled and yelped for several minutes until she came all over me and the couch. I didn’t find out till later that the phone was off the hook and her sister listened to the whole thing.

Another Thursday night I was over at her place and Dee cooked us a nice dinner. We ate delicious lasagna and salad, and I had her pussy for dessert. After she’d come twice and I’d dumped a hefty load of my lemon juice into her thirsty throat, we were lying together in our lambent flush and, as we usually would, talked. And when our bodies were naked, our thoughts usually were too.

I told her my band had an early gig at Slackers on Saturday, and asked if she would like to come. Then she started to hem and haw, saying that it’s not much fun sitting around for forty minutes of every hour to spend twenty minutes together. She was right of course, and I suggested that maybe she could coax a friend to go along.

“Who? Maybe Sharon?” she asked.

I said Sharon would be fine.

“You like her, don’t you?” she said.

“Of course I like her, she’s your friend,” I babbled.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” she said.

I started to blather some mumbo jumbo but she cut me off.

“Oh, relax Loverboy, we both know she’s hot!” Then she reached over to her nightstand and picked up the phone.

“Hey, honey,” Dee said, when Sharon answered. I only heard one side of the conversation, but it went something like this: “Rob and I were lying here, resting in between orgasms, and your name came up…Yeah…And he thinks you’re hot and he wants to fuck both of us…No, together…Can you get away Saturday night?…Rob has a gig…Afterward at his place…”

She looked at me and asked what time was the gig. I told her three to seven. She went back to her conversation with Sharon.

“Three to seven, what do you say?…Really?…Great, I can’t wait…Okay, perfect…Sure, I’ll tell him. Bye.”

“It’s all set,” she said with a satisfied smile. “You’re gonna have two fine women in your bed Saturday night! There’s just one small condition though.”

“Uh oh, here we go. And what would that be?” I asked.

“She wants you to cook her up one of your mean omelets!”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll pick up some eggs.” I kissed her. Her phone call had aroused me again and I was ready to pick up where we’d left off.

“Rob,” she said, when we broke our kiss. “Remember when we talked about my marriage and I told you about all of my husband’s affairs?”


“Well, I had one too. It was with Sharon.”

Our sex was sweet, and I couldn’t help thinking how it might be sweeter still come Saturday.

On Saturday, we were just finishing up the second set when they walked in, and just about every eye in the house followed them to their table. They both wore their ‘fuck me’ jeans, Dee in blue and Sharon in black, with heels and tight tops. They looked sensational. I sat down between them and thanked them both for coming.

“Oh, no problem,” Sharon said softly, her mouth close to my ear. “It’s not every day I get to fuck a handsome man and a pretty woman at the same time!” She squeezed my hand.

Dee asked me for my house key and said that they would be leaving before the end of the gig to go to my house and set up. I handed her the key and asked what they had to set up.

“You won’t be disappointed,” was all she said.

The lower level of my house was a large, carpeted family room, and was where I did most of my entertaining and where my TV and stereo were located. And when I walked in I was not disappointed.

There was a fire burning in the fireplace and soft jazz music playing. Scented candles burned in various locations around the room, giving a soft glow to what lay before me. On the floor they had created our love nest: a king-sized lair of cushions, pillows, and a mass of layered quilts and comforters. A stainless steel wine bucket with two bottles in it was sitting on the floor reflecting the flicker of the fireplace.

At the sight of the women entering the room, my dick was already on high alert. They held hands and both wore short, sheer negligees and thongs, and nothing else. Dee’s thong was red, Sharon’s was black, and their four nipples were plain to see through the gauzy fabrics.

“Hello, Handsome,” Dee said. “Are you ready?” I nodded. “Let’s start with a kiss.”

She pressed her lips to mine and we embraced, and we kissed long and deep. As soon as we parted Sharon took over, kissing me hard, groping me, tasting my mouth and tongue. When we separated, she wrapped her arms around Dee and they kissed like lovers right before one of them went off to war. This was a hard rock turn on.

“I think we should help Rob get a little more comfortable, don’t you, Dee?” Sharon said.

“Absolutely,” Dee replied.

Sharon stood facing me, kissed me again and started slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Dee stood behind me and pressed her pussy to my ass, kissed my neck and reached her arms around my waist and started unsnapping my jeans.

My shirt came off and Sharon’s lips tickled my shoulders. My pants dropped to the floor and Dee dropped to her knees and I felt her tongue enter my ass. Sharon’s tongue slipped into my mouth and her right hand fondled my dick in my boxers.

“We’re going to have fun tonight,” Sharon murmured. I didn’t have to tell her I was having fun already.

Now that I had a raging hard-on and was stripped to my boxers, they told me to have a seat on the chair they placed in position. Dee handed me a glass of wine and said that they were going to do a striptease for me. I sat down and sipped my wine.

They started with a slow, silky dance, holding one another close and French kissing to the jazz samba background music, a few minutes of lezzy love. Sharon’s hand slid under Dee’s thong, then she slowly opened Dee’s wrap, pulled it over her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Dee’s nipples were rigid like crabapples. Then Sharon knelt, slid the thong aside and put her mouth on that glorious gash. My dick was at full staff, jutting through the slit in my shorts. I slurped the rest of the wine in my glass.

Soon Sharon rose and Dee undressed her while they kissed. Dee removed Sharon’s thong and replaced it with her mouth. Sharon whimpered with delight and grinded into her face. Sharon’s left hand was on the back of Dee’s head, but her eyes were on me, beckoning. I rose, tossed my shorts aside and walked over to her, put my tongue in her mouth and we kissed with a savage lust.

“I want to fuck you,” she rasped.

“I’m going to eat you first,” I said.


Dee rose to her feet and kissed me, then kissed Sharon. “Lie down,” she said. “I’ve fantasized about watching Rob fuck you.”

We lowered onto our love nest and Sharon and I shared another bionic kiss. Then my lips and tongue traveled southward bit by bit, to her neck, her shoulders, her luscious tits. I sucked those tits, I licked her navel, and I kissed her thighs, circling around her seductive slit. She was squirming with anticipation. I got in position for my attack and I felt Dee’s hands between my legs.

Sharon’s pussy was clean shaven, the first shaved pussy I’d ever seen. In those days women would trim and wax their pubes, but I’d never seen one shaved. But if one thing could possibly have turned me on more than I already was, that was it.

I was on my knees between Sharon’s legs and she let out a loud cry when I put my mouth on her love knob. I must have hit the right button because she started squealing and wouldn’t stop.

Dee was behind me with her hands on my cock. One hand stroked my shaft, one hand massaged my balls and her tongue caressed the crack of my ass.

“Yes!” Sharon squawked, “Eat my goddamn pussy!” My hair was squeezed in bunches in her fists as her body thrashed. “Goddamn, Dee, where did you find this guy? Yes, that’s it!”

Dee pulled my cock back through my legs and began sucking my cock from behind. Another first: not only eating a bald pussy but getting a backward blowjob at the same time! She pulled it back as far as it would go without breaking it. I could feel her face on my balls and ass so I know she must have had most of it in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck…” Sharon screamed. She came in a mad rush and her body throbbed like a wounded duck.

Sharon expected me to come up for air, but of course I didn’t. Besides, Dee had my dick in her mouth. I just kept munching on her honeysuckle and she kept wriggling like a hooked eel. I gripped her buttocks to help squeeze out another frenzy from within. She yowled when I rammed a couple of fingers in her ass.

“Oh my god…” she wailed, “I’m going to come again…Oh shit…”

That’s when I came. It was intense too, my body was quaking like a willow tree as I tried to shoot my wad into Dee’s mouth and keep my lips on Sharon’s walnut at the same time. She came soon after and as I rolled over to her side, Dee moved her cum-filled mouth to Sharon’s open lips and they shared a long, greasy kiss while lying in a puddle of Sharon’s jungle juice.

The rest of that night went pretty much like that, one sex act after another, and with many interesting combinations. I fucked and went down on two glorious twats, fucked two magnificent asses, had my cock sucked three times, sucked four killer tits and had my ass licked. But I think the hottest of it all was watching those two fine women eat pussy. What a turn-on! The highlight for me was fucking Sharon’s ass while she was eating Dee’s pussy; and Dee was smiling shyly and staring straight at me the whole time. Ooh, that green eye burn.

My relationship with Dee continued on very well for a while, and the sex remained great, but after about three months things started getting weird. Her behavior became erratic. She would occasionally miss appointments for no good reason or forget to do something that was rather important. Also, I started receiving bizarre phone calls at all hours, some odd, some cranks, some threatening. Dee was pretty sure her husband was behind it.

It looked like the stress of her dealing with her divorce, a child, her work and our relationship was getting the best of her. We broke up. But then of course that made working together awkward and after a few weeks she found another job. I always felt bad about the way we ended.

I didn’t see her after that for a long time. About a year later, I was leaving a meeting at a radio station and I saw her entering the building. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but we chatted for a couple of minutes. She said she was now working there as a sales rep.

Over the following year or so I saw her at the station perhaps three times and it was always cordial but uneasy. As the months elapsed I continued to feel more and more remorseful about the way our good thing had ended so abruptly, and thought perhaps I should make some kind of effort to smooth things over a bit, and remove the thorniness. So, I called her at the radio station. They told me that Dee didn’t work there anymore.

About three hours later I was sitting at my desk when she called me back. I explained my feelings about finding a comfort zone between us. She thought it was a good idea and we arranged to meet for lunch a couple of days later.

We met at a seafood restaurant right on the river, and got a table in the corner by ourselves. We made small talk: how’s business?, Lynn is growing up, the ugly divorce is final, things like that. We were uptight at first but it didn’t take long before we relaxed and our playfulness returned. I truly had intentions of us just finding some kind of level of friendship, but it soon went past that. She told she had never had climaxes like she had with me, before or since. I told her about the many times I’d missed eating her sweet pussy. We laughed about our first kisses and the first time I fucked her ass. We both were turned on and when we left the restaurant she was wet and I was hard. She followed me home.

We spent the rest of the afternoon fucking and sucking and I came in all her holes. It was just as good as we remembered. It wasn’t until she was getting dressed to leave at around four thirty that she told me she had blown off a doctor’s appointment. I found out later the doctor was her psychiatrist.

Then things got weird again and I slowly started to realize what a mistake it had been to hook up again. She began stalking me. I’d come home from work and there would be notes and gifts left on my porch. She would call me at all hours, early morning, late at night. If I didn’t answer she would leave long, rambling messages while she masturbated. She said she loved me, she wanted me to fuck her brains out, she wanted to have my baby.

This went on for several weeks. I stayed away from my house as much as I could to avoid her, but eventually she caught me at home one evening. She wanted to fuck. I tried to reason with her about how unhealthy our alliance had become but she wasn’t processing the information. She just offered to suck my cock. Finally, I just told her she was nuts and to get the fuck out. When she left I had gooseflesh up and down my arms thinking about her next phone call.

About an hour later the phone rang, and I said, “Oh, shit,” out loud. I let the machine pick up and listened to a female voice begin to leave a message.

“Hello, Bill,” the message began. “This is Lynn ____, Dee’s daughter. I hate to bother you, but…” I picked up the phone.

Lynn had called to warn me. She said that her mother may come by to see me, and if she did please call her right away and keep her mother there until she could come get her. She told me her mother had been diagnosed with a serious mental illness and had gone missing. As soon as they found her, her doctor was going to have her committed to a psychiatric hospital. I felt terrible having to tell her that Dee had already been here and I had told her to fuck off.

A few years later I read in the newspaper that Dee had passed away due to an undisclosed illness. I didn’t really know her family but I felt a need to go to the memorial service. I didn’t know anyone and certainly didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so my plan was to slip in at the last second, sit in the back and leave right before the end.

I sat in the back row just as the service was beginning. It was not a large church and I could see some familiar faces as I looked around. I recognized Lynn in the first row, now a young woman in her early twenties. And I saw Sharon too, seated near the front with a man I guessed was her husband.

I didn’t get out of there quite fast enough because soon Lynn was tracking me down in the parking lot. Someone must have told her I was there. She called my name and I turned toward her voice. She ran up to me and surprisingly gave me a hug.

She was a smaller version of her mom. She was perhaps two inches shorter, but just as slim and shapely. Nice perky breasts, brown hair cut neat and the same big green eyes. She was an attractive young woman.

“Thank you so much for coming, Rob,” she said. “It means a lot. But weren’t you even going to say hello and let us know you came?”

I told her I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable and offered my condolences.

She said she was happy I’d made it and had hoped that I would. She asked if I had any free time over the following couple of days. She wanted to talk. She said she would be home for several more days before heading back to school for the end of her senior year and graduation. I didn’t feel I could say no.

It was a pleasant afternoon and we met at a park along the river and sat at a picnic table facing one another. We sipped iced teas through straws. She was dressed in snug blue jeans and a tan sweater. I could appreciate her body; it was much like her mother’s.

“Thank you, Rob, for meeting me,” she began. “I’ve wanted to talk to you forever. Mom and I were very close, especially as I got older. We didn’t have any secrets. She told me so much about you that I feel like I know you really well even though I hardly know you at all.”

She looked me in the eyes. Her eyes were moist and had the same green glow as Dee’s.

“You were good for her. You made her happy.” Tears snuck out of her eyes.

I reached over and held her hands in mine. I didn’t know what to say but mumbled something about what a good woman her mother was.

“I remember the first time I saw you,” she continued. “Mom was dropping off something at your house and you came out onto your front porch. I told her I thought you were handsome.” She wiped her eye with her thumb. “I think she loved you,” she said with a teary chuckle. “She said you were ‘good sperm’!”

“Good sperm?” I replied. “What the hell does that mean?”

She smiled and said, “That was Mom’s term for a guy that would make the ideal life and soul mate. Good looks, good genes, intelligent. A guy that would be good to create a heritage with. You know, good sperm.”

She talked at length about her parents’ divorce, her mother’s depression and illness, the difficult family issues. I could feel her catharsis as she unloaded and enlightened me on so many things I’d missed. But after a while she returned to reminiscing about the good days of her mother and me.

“You know, I’ve seen you naked,” she said, out of the blue. I almost fell off my bench.

“Yeah, right,” I said.

“No, really,” she said matter-of-factly. “And I know you have a big cock. I saw Mom sucking it.”

The hard drive in my brain froze up and crashed as I attempted to google my memory. I tried to recall when and how the hell that could have happened and how that might have affected a twelve year old girl.

She noticed my unease. “Oh, it’s okay,” she said. “I wasn’t damaged by it or anything.”

I asked her on what occasion she had observed this. She said she was waiting in the car out in front of my house when her mom had come over to drop off some papers. She grew tired of waiting and got out of the car and walked around. She found a window at the back of the house.

“You fucked her too,” Lynn said. “She was up against the back of a sofa. And the sounds she made, oh my god… I was pretty young but I knew they were good sounds. They were sounds of joy. Sounds of ecstacy. I could smell your sex when she got back in the car.”

“Lynn, I’m so sorry you had to see that…”

“Oh, it’s okay. Rob, it was beautiful. My mom was going through hell at the time and she found bliss. With you. And looking back, I truly appreciate that.” She rose up off her bench, spanned her sleek body across the table and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you.”

We walked around the park and she told me more of her memories. She held my arm much of the time as we walked. We ate slices of pizza at a shop near the park. When we left the shop and started our walk back Lynn again grabbed my arm.

She thanked me for the late lunch, then sighed and said, “Pizza makes me horny.”

That stopped me in our tracks. She spun around and green eye burned me.

There was a brief, edgy silence, and then with a coy smile she said, “You know, Mom told me everything.”

“I can see that…”

Then she kissed me. I was hesitant at first, but soon our lips parted and I savored the power of her tongue in my mouth. Wrapped in her arms, the kiss lasted and lingered.

We parted and she held my right hand in her left. She gently caressed my face with her right.

“That was not a ‘thank you’ kiss,” she said. “And it wasn’t a ‘nice guy’ kiss either. She squeezed my hand like a vise.

“Take me home with you,” she said.

I tried to tell her how wrong it was in so many ways but I wasn’t very convincing. I said I was too old for her but she shot that right down by saying that that an age difference hadn’t stopped her mother when I came along. She had me there. The truth was that after all the verbal intimacy I wanted to please her. And I wanted her too.

She followed me to my house and we were no sooner inside the front door and we attacked each other. I told her I needed to use the bathroom and when I came out a minute later she was naked on my bed. I pulled off my clothes and got into bed with her. We kissed with fierce abandon and I sucked her nubile nipples and covered her body with kisses. Then I put my mouth on her young pussy for the first time.

Lynn was not a loud lover like her mother. She just repeated “uh…uh…uh…uh…” over and over in a breathy, staccato cadence as she rhythmically pushed her groin toward the source of her pleasure. She came in a rush and I tasted her fresh spunk. She pulled my head to hers and our mouths meshed and our tongues danced. She touched my cock for the first time and pulled it toward her soaked pink sinkhole. That snatch was snug, and it hugged me tight. But she was good and wet and we soon fell into a sexy sync as I pushed my package into her. I slipped a finger into her asshole: it was small and super tight. I didn’t think I would be buttfucking this gal.

We fucked with fierce abandon as we rocked, and her sweet pussy sucked my cock as my mouth sucked her tongue. I came with a groan and shot sticky strings of semen deep inside of her. I rolled off and lay beside her and she instantly curled up in my arms and kissed me. We basked in our own silent glimmer for a couple of minutes before she spoke.

“That was unbelievable!” she said. “You really know how to fuck a girl! No wonder you drove my mother wild!”

“Yeah, well, pizza makes me horny,” I said.

She laughed, kissed me and said, “Let’s do it again!”

I fucked her lovely pussy twice more that night before we fell off to sleep. In the early morning she sucked me awake and soon I was pounding her tasty pickle jar again. It was a beautiful eye opener: coming together as daylight began peeping through the curtains.

We fell back to sleep and woke a couple hours later. As usual, I woke up with a hard-on, so of course something had to be done about that. Lynn took immediate action and put it to good use by sitting on it and feeding it into her slimy slot. We rolled over and this time we fucked slow and easy, lips to lips, for some time until we both had achieved our release.

I told her I would cook us breakfast, so I threw on some shorts and Lynn put on a t-shirt. I had to work in the kitchen while she shuffled around bare-assed. She did have a nice behind.

After we’d eaten and cleared the dishes she thanked me for a delicious breakfast and kissed me. We kissed again.

“Omelets make me horny,” she said, unzipping my fly.

“Holy shit, girl, I think you’re going to kill me!” I joked.

“Aw, come on Rob. I have to leave in a little while. How about one more for the road?” My shorts were at my ankles and my dick was already armed and ready. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up onto the kitchen table. The angle worked just fine. I slammed my cock into her right on the edge of the table and I fucked her with her shirt on. When I shot my seed into her I shivered and shuddered convulsively and briefly lost my balance. I swear it must have been her pussy’s grip around my cock that kept me from falling over. We kissed until I went limp inside her.

She jumped in the shower because she had to get going back to school and had a three hour drive. Soon she was dressed again in those skintight jeans that showed off her firm ass so well. I felt another tingle down south.

When we kissed goodbye she told me what a fabulous time she had had and how good it was to finally talk and get to know one another. I didn’t disagree. She then put her hand behind my head and kissed me hard and her tongue dive-bombed into my mouth. After the kiss she put her other hand on the crotch and felt my growing member.

“And take care of this bad boy,” she said with a little smile, as she rubbed it. “I may have to come back for more one of these days.

She drove off and I didn’t talk to her again for quite a while.

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About seven months later I went out to dinner with Robin, a woman I had recently met. It was Christmastime and the place was decorated for the holidays and yuletide melodies were playing nonstop. As we were entering the restaurant I saw a familiar face walking out. It was Lynn, and she was holding hands with an attractive blond woman. And Lynn was very obviously pregnant.

We said our hellos and she introduced us to her companion Irene, and I introduced Robin. We chatted a little, avoiding the obvious elephant in her womb. Then Robin broached the subject.

“When are you due, Honey?” she asked.

“In early February,” Lynn said. “I can’t wait.”

“Well, you look radiant!” Robin said.

“Thank you,” Lynn responded. “I lucked out and found some ‘good sperm’.”

Lynn’s big green eyes moved from Robin’s to mine, then to Irene’s, then back to mine. I was burned again.

We said our goodbyes and Irene slipped me a subtle wink. She lipped ‘thank you’ to me right before they turned and walked off hand-in-hand.

“What the hell was that all about?” Robin asked, just as the hostess greeted us.

As we were walking to our table, I knew I’d better think up something pretty damn quick.


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