Loading...Dana Lee Pruitt finished pulling her long, silky, blonde hair off of her face and tied it in a high ponytail near the top of her head. She was dressed in a pale blue bikini top that matched her eyes. It did a better job of revealing her firm, champagne glass tits than it did of hiding them. She owned a matching thong to go with the top but currently wore a pair of skin tight, black, Lycra bicycle shorts instead of the thong.
Just like the bikini top showed everyone how nice Dana Lee’s little tits were, the Lycra shorts showed everyone why many of her classmates thought her ass was the nicest ass in Silver Lake High School. From the looks she caught them giving her from time to time, several of her male teachers also agreed with that assessment. Instead of her customary brown flip flops, her pretty feet were covered in a pair of white ankle socks and shoved down into a blue pair of high-tops that also matched her eyes. With the blonde hair, blue eyes, and skin deeply tanned by the summer sun, she was the typical Florida teenager.
Finished with her hair, she picked up her basketball as she stood and continued shooting hoops. She played against an imaginary opponent. The only games she ever played took place on this goal in her driveway, but she still could probably play basketball as well as any girl at Silver Lake High School. Better than a good number of the guys too. She always lied and told people she was five-ten because from the day she entered middle school, and it was no longer cool to look down on most of the boys, she’d hated being tall. Her actual height was one quarter of an inch taller than five-eleven and she was still growing. Both her parents were over six feet tall and her brother was six-four, so she had little reason to doubt she was done. She could only hope.
Still, between dance class, and volleyball, and spinning flags in the Color Guard, she’d developed an agility of movement that belied her height. The only reason that she didn’t play basketball for the Blue Bears was time conflicts with Color Guard. Her dad didn’t understand why she didn’t drop Color Guard and play basketball instead, but there was no way she’d ever give up being in Color Guard with her friend Alyson Ferrie. No way at all.
She attempted a twenty foot jumper and followed her shot to the goal just the way her dad had always told her to do. When the shot hit the back of the rim and bounced straight back to Dana Lee, she was already leaping, palming the ball with her right hand, and laying it softly against the backboard to let it tap into the net.
As she landed with her typical grace, she immediately heard clapping behind her. She turned to see that the Pruitt’s across the street neighbor had returned from the three mile run he made every afternoon. Admiring how fit and lean he looked as sweat ran down his shirtless torso, Dana Lee tossed him the ball and said, “Show me what you’ve got, Mr. Spenser.” Damn. I don’t know why, but that gray chest hair is so fucking sexy. Love to run my fingers through that rug.
Robert Spenser caught the ball effortlessly and said, “Please, Dana Lee. I’ve told you a million times to call me Bob.”
She smiled and said, “I know, but my Dad tells me to call you Mr. Spenser.”
“What about Spense at least? That’s what they call me at the Budweiser plant.”
Dana Lee wrinkled her pretty nose and said, “That’s what we call Bobby.”
The elder Spenser sighed as he bounced the ball back to Dana Lee and said, “So be it.”
As he took a turn and stepped toward his own house, Dana Lee said, “Don’t you want to play a game with me?”
Bob turned back to his young neighbor. I’d like to play with you alright. You can believe that. “The storm last weekend took out part of my backyard fence. If I don’t have it fixed by the time Brenda comes home tomorrow night, I’ll never get any peace.”
“How much do you have to do?”
“I’ve got to replace three posts and two panels,” he said. “And I’m working alone.”
“Where’s Bobby?”
“He’s in Orlando with Brenda helping her and Julie look at apartments.”
“That’s right. Julie told me you were letting her move out of the dorm this year.”
“Well,” Bob said. “She and her roommates want to try apartment life.”
“That’s cool,” Dana Lee said with sly smile. “Easier to bring boys in and out that way.”
Bob rolled his eyes and said, “Just what I wanted to hear.”
Dana Lee giggled and said, “You’re not one of those dads suffering from the delusion that his daughter is a virgin are you?”
What the hell is this little girl doing? Bob tried to look grim as he said, “No. I’m not.” Actually, that’s exactly the delusion I suffer from. “What about your dad? Is he under that delusion?”
“Definitely,” Dana Lee giggled even harder.
“And it’s definitely a delusion I take it?”
“Mr. Spenser,” Dana Lee put her hands on her hips and tried to fake outrage. “What are you suggesting?”
He smiled. If it’s not a delusion, I’d sure like to make it one. Stop it, Bob. This will only get you into trouble. “Nothing, Dana Lee. Anyway, I have no desire to incur my wife’s wrath tomorrow night, so I need get to work.”
“I’ll help you,” Dana Lee said.
“Huh?”
“With your fence,” she said. “I’ll help.”
“Uh,” he said. “I don’t know. It’s not exactly delicate work.”
She waved one hand dismissively as she dribbled her ball with the other. “I’m a long fucking way from being delicate.” She smiled and enjoyed his response to her deliberate use of the word fucking. Bobby’s my age and Julie is just two years older, but he’s got another daughter that’s around 30, so I know he’s at least 50. He looks fucking good though. Lean, strong, ripped to shreds. He’s been bald for as long as I can remember, but his body is fucking smoking. This is going to be fun. Way funner than going up to my room and trying to hack into one of the porn sites my parents have blocked on my computer. How’s a horny girl supposed to masturbate without good porn?
Bob shrugged and said, “Okay. I’ve got all the stuff already, so come with me.”
Dana Lee gave the basketball a single bounce, saying, “But first… let’s play!” She tossed the ball hard at Mr. Spenser’s chest, and he caught it with a snap of his big, strong hands. She giggled, “Nice reflexes, old man.”
“Old man, huh?” He began to dribble the ball back and forth. “I don’t know if this’ll be fair. I played varsity ball.”
“The key word is ‘played’. I don’t want to tucker you out, so let’s play to seven. One point a shot, or two points from past the sidewalk line. Sound good?” Bob nodded, so Dana Lee clapped her hands together, saying, “Come on, show me what you got.”
He bounced the ball to her. “Check.” She bounced it back, and the game was on. He casually dribbled up the driveway, not worried at all. He gave her his patented fake and spin, which always fooled his older daughter Nikki, but moments later his hands were empty and Dana Lee was swooshing the ball through the net. He didn’t even see her take it from him.
She giggled as she tossed the ball to him again. “If that’s how they played ball in the olden days, this won’t take very long.”
He grinned. “I was just going easy on you.”
She grinned, and her sky-blue eyes sparkled mischievously. “Just give it to me. Hard as you want. I can handle it.” She tossed him the ball again. Yeah. I’d love you to give it to me hard.
Bob blushed. Oh yeah, I’d love to give it to you hard. Then he saw Dana Lee lick her lush oh-so-kissable lips slowly, seductively. Bob felt a thrill. It had been years since someone other than his wife had flirted with him like this. Shit. I need to calm down. She’s not really flirting with me. She’s just toying with the old bald guy who lives across the street, because she’s a hottie and she knows it. I gotta get my head back in the game or this little minx is gonna school me.
This time he approached her more cautiously, dribbling with his back to her. He soon discovered that she wasn’t shy about crowding him. She pressed her crotch right up against his backside, all the while reaching around with her long, slender arms. It was all he could do to keep the ball out of her reach. She held her ground, so he couldn’t get any closer to the net. He didn’t want to push too hard, for fear of knocking her over, so he spun around, faded back, and went for a two-pointer. But she leapt high in the air and stuffed the ball in his face. He fumbled to retrieve it, but it was too late. She snatched the ball, shot up the driveway as fast as greased lightning and finished with an elegant lay up. Bob couldn’t believe how high she could jump. Damn, she easily has a foot on me!
Dana Lee tossed him the ball again. “Come on, Mr. Spenser. Give me the real stuff. I won’t break.”
If he’d been wearing a shirt, he’d have been rolling up his sleeves with determination right about now. This time he charged the net, not giving her a chance to prepare, but she stepped right in front of him so he collided with her hard enough to sending her tumbling backwards. For a moment he was afraid he’d hurt her, but then he saw the ball in her hands. How did she get that? In the blink of an eye, she did a backward summersault, then used that momentum to leap into the air, spinning and dunking the ball like a pro.
Goddamn. This girl’s got game! The rim’s not regulation height, but I doubt I could dunk it.
Dana Lee tossed him the ball again, saying, “Maybe I should have fronted you a few points, to make this fair.”
He dribbled the ball with determination. “Okay, smart ass. The game is on!” He approached the net backward again, shifting side to side, and pressing solidly against her defense, physically forcing her backward. It quickly got very intimate. He tried to ignore the fact that her tits were pressing against the back of his arms as he manhandled her up the court. He got closer to the net this time, and he faked a shot, then went for the real one, but she must have been a mind-reader because once again she stuffed the ball back in his face, this time literally bouncing the ball off his forehead, before stealing it.
“Damn it!” he shouted.
She tried to get another shot but he chased her back down the driveway, and now it was her turn to try an approach. She backed up toward him, just as he’d done with her, so he stood his ground, and since he was much heavier than her, she couldn’t budge him. Instead she just grinded her ass against his crotch, and flipped her long blond ponytail back and forth across his face as she dribbled the ball just out of his reach. He felt pride in the fact that at least he had one advantage over her. Physical mass.
Dana Lee knew she could easily out maneuver him. As strong and fit as he was, he was slow, and had none of her dad or brother’s speed. But instead of dodging around him, she stayed in this position and rubbed her ass against his crotch, wondering if she could make him pop a boner. Sure enough, she began to feel him stiffening against her ass. Shit yeah, Mr. Spenser, show me what you got. Show me what you got.
After a couple of minutes of this, Bob was starting to wonder if Dana Lee was actually trying to get past him after all. It almost seemed as if she was just to get a rise out of him. Then he felt it. Oh shit! She is getting a rise out of me! His cock had grown stiff with excitement and was flopping back and forth against her insistent ass. Terrified that she might feel it, he took a step backward. And once he’d given her any space at all, she raced toward the street, turned past the two-point line, and lofted a high shot through the air. Swoosh! All net.
She pumped her fists in the air. “Five – zero! The crowd goes crazy!”
Bob glumly retrieved the ball and dribbled it slowly down to the clearing point, crouching low to hide his boner. Dana Lee opened her mouth to say something sarcastic but Bob immediately turned and threw a two-pointer of his own. It wasn’t as perfect a shot as hers had been, bouncing off the rim twice before going in, but two points is two points. And now, at least, he didn’t have to worry about getting totally skunked. And while she retrieved the ball, he quickly reached into his shorts and adjusted his cock so it wouldn’t be poking out so obviously.
Dana Lee returned with the ball, laughing. “Oh, so that’s how we’re playing now? Fine. Fine. But from here on in, I’m not gonna give you an inch. You’re gonna have me on you like glue.”
She wasn’t kidding. As he tried to make his way up the court, she crowded him like crazy, laughing and giggling and dancing about with boundless energy as she threw her whole body against him, fouling him shamelessly as she tried to knock the ball from his hands. Rather than call foul he instinctively got more aggressive, and roughly countered each foul with a shove of his own. But that only seemed to encourage her to press her body harder against his. But bit by bit, he forced her back, though he had to rub against her quite a bit to do it. He tried not to think about the fact that his naked torso was rubbing up against her soft, teen flesh, and that her hands kept gripping his waist in the most intimate way. And he tried not to notice that her nipples had grown so hard that they were plainly visible inside her blue bikini top, and he could actually feel them poking into his bare back. When he was close enough to the net, he turned, and went for a shot. She didn’t block him this time, but his shot twanged off the rim, and she easily bounced up and gently tipped it back in through the net.
Dana Lee giggled. “If we were on the same team, we’d be great! You set em up, I knock em down.” He snatched the ball from her hands and took it down the clearing point. “One more point, Mr. Spenser. Time to show me the magic.”
He glared at her, feeling humiliated, but he couldn’t help but smile. She was one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever seen, standing there in the sunlight, her deeply tanned body sheened in sweat, her skin tight black shorts revealing a subtle little camel toe. Then he noticed that her baby blue bikini top was askew, revealing the creamy untanned flesh of her left breast. Then looking closer, he saw that the areola was just barely visible, it’s pink circumference peeking tantalizingly around the edge of the fabric.
Dana Lee saw his eyes lingering on her chest, so she smiled, then casually adjusted her bikini top back into place over her untanned triangles. She saw him blush and look away. Oh yeah, you like what you see, don’t you, Mr. Spenser? Play your cards right and I might let you see everything.
This time Bob went all out, using every trick he could remember from his basketball years. But he wasn’t a kid anymore, and Dana Lee was. And she didn’t play fair. She crowded him more aggressively than ever, and finally he couldn’t dribble anymore. He just stood with her back to holding the ball in both hands, as she rubbing her body all over his in her efforts to reach around and dislodge the ball from his grip. She even pulled at his shorts, trying to yank him off balance, obviously daring him to call foul. But for the first time in his life, he was enjoying being fouled. Enjoying it a lot. But when his cock began to stiffen again, he decided he better go for another shot.
He turned and roughly shoved her back. In that clumsy moment, his hand pressed fully against her left tit, and for just a fraction of a second, he felt the hardness of her nipple digging into the palm of his hand as he shoved her away. He barely had time to think about what he’d just done, because he was making his move. He circled around her, racing for the net, then leaping for a lay up. The ball rolled in slow motion around the rim then fell off the other side. He turned to retrieve it, but it was too late.
Dana Lee was already airborne. She snatched the ball out of midair, then stuffed it into the net before crashing right into him. Wham! They slammed against the garage door then tumbled to the driveway in a sweaty knot of arms and legs. Bob was dazed for a moment. But then he looked up and realized that Dana Lee was straddling him, her steamy hot crotch pressed against his sweaty belly, and her face only inches from his own. She giggled, and said, “I win.” Then her face went blank and their eyes locked for several seconds. It was a fierce interlude, charged with pure animalistic energy. Bob’s cock began to seriously swell again in his running shorts, but he just lay there looking up at her. He knew how inappropriate this was, and that if anyone in the neighborhood saw, and reported it back to his wife, he’d be in serious shit. But he didn’t care. All he could do was stare into Dana Lee’s baby blues, and enjoy the feel of her body against his, because he was never going to be more intimate with her than this. Then again… there was something in her eyes that made him think that at any moment she was going to say, “Let’s go fuck, Mr. Spenser.”
Dana Lee smiled and said, “Let’s go build a fence, Mr. Spenser.”
*
Bob let Dana Lee into the backyard through the sliding glass door at the rear of the family room, trying to stay ahead of her so she wouldn’t see his boner. Then he said, “I’m going to go put some different clothes on. You sure you don’t want to go change?”
Dana Lee shook her head as she picked up a pair of gloves that were laying with the tools and said, “Naa. My tan sucks this summer, so I need the sun.”
Bob fumbled for words before finally saying, “You’re practically bronze.”
“I know,” she said. “But I don’t want practically. I want full on bronze. Amy and I have a little bet going to see who can get the darkest this summer. I don’t like to lose.”
Bob smiled. “Yeah. I kinda figured that from all the elbows you were throwing me in your driveway.”
She smiled, “Losing fucking sucks. It’s for…Losers.”
Her smile broadened as his bald head and face turned red at her choice of adjectives. It was also impossible to not notice the bulge in his running shorts. That’s the real reason he wants to change clothes. He’s got to find something better for hiding that boner.
For fear that whatever he said would be taken as improper. Bob turned and stepped up the stairs to his bedroom. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he stripped out of his gym shorts and running shoes. As soon as his cock sprang free from the confines of his shorts, all seven inches of it stood proudly with his signature upward curve. No sag. No droop. Hard enough to drive nails through the wood of his broken fence. Fuck! What am I doing with her in my house? What the fuck is she doing here? She acts like she wants to fuck. She’s been over here a hundred times with Bobby or Julie, jumping on the trampoline or swimming in the pool. She even comes over and chats with Brenda, but she’s never come over here when all of them are gone. And, she’s sure as fuck never talked to me the way she’s talking, or looked at me like that. Is it my imagination? I’ve wanted to fuck that girl since she came over here in her bikini for the pool party Julie had after graduation two years ago, and it went see-thru after she got wet. No. You’re reading it all wrong, Bob. She’s just playful. She does flirt like that with Bobby all the time, but they’ve never fucked. At least I don’t think they fuck. He’s too hung up on Amber to risk fucking around with Dana Lee. For that matter, Brenda would cut my dick off if I stick it in this girl.
He slowly stroked his cock as he looked out the window through the open blinds and admired Dana Lee’s ass as she bent to pull the first of the broken posts out of the ground. Fuck. Might be worth it. Fuck. I can see those tight shorts pressing right into her pussy. What a fucking camel toe. God I want to sink my dick into that pussy.
A few more strokes and he was frantically grasping for his discarded gym shorts to shoot his load into. He grunted so loudly as he came, that he was sure he saw Dana Lee’s ears perk as she stood and looked around toward the house.
He wiped his cock clean as he forced himself away from the window and quickly pulled on an old tee shirt and a pair of faded Wranglers. For some reason, he chose not to put any boxers on first but just stepped into the Wranglers commando style. Then he went ahead and shoved his feet back into his running shoes and loped down the stairs and out the back door, clearly anxious to be back in the presence of the teen beauty from across the street.
Once in the yard, he was impressed that Dana Lee had managed to dig and pull two of the broken posts out of the ground. Not bad. I couldn’t get Julie to help me do this in a million years. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m in total lust for Julie’s friend. I’ve got to get to work just so I can clear my mind of fucking this girl.
He began mixing cement in two separate buckets while she worked on the third broken posts. Once the cement was mixed to his satisfaction, he centered a new post into one of the holes from where Dana Lee had pulled the broken one. As soon as it was placed to his liking, he poured the cement from one of the buckets into that hole so that it could form around the post as it began to set.
He repeated this process with the second post. By then, Dana Lee had the third broken post removed from the ground. She then helped him mix the third bucket of cement. Then she placed the last new post into the ground where the old one had been and held it in place as Bob poured the freshly mixed cement around it. When that was complete, she helped him rinse out the buckets so they’d be free of any residue.
By then, she was sweating profusely in the ninety-five degree heat, but there was no towel for her to wipe her face. To Bob’s amazement, instead of asking for a towel, she stepped to him and lifted his tee shirt up so that she could pull it to her face and wiped her face with his shirt. Then she released the shirt, smiled at his dazed expression, and said, “I think you owe me a beer.”
At this point, it didn’t even faze him that an eighteen year old girl was asking him for a beer. Did she tweak my nipple when she slid her hand under my shirt? She did. The little bitch tweaked my nipple. Whether she did, or whether she didn’t, his cock was growing hard again at the sight of her own nipples standing proudly erect and poking against the fabric of the blue bikini top that was drenched with her sweat. “Yeah,” he said, unable to take his eyes from her nipples. “I could use one too.” Oh my god. What the fuck am I doing? I’m going to do it. I know I’m going to fuck this girl. I don’t even care if my wife finds out I’ve done it. Get a grip, Bob. You can’t do this. She’s just fucking with you anyway. Little fucking tease is what the little bitch is.
He let her lead him into the house. Partly so he could watch her ass and partly so he could just figure out how to get out of what he’d gotten into. What have I gotten into? She’s been in my house a hundred times. It’s as natural for her to be here as it is for either of my own daughters. Why am I freaking? So she’s teasing me a little bit. She’s always been a tease.
As he followed her perfectly round ass into the kitchen, his eye fixed on it. Look at that fucking gap between her legs. It’s got to be two inches wide. Two fucking inches. Oh fuck I want that pussy. He was so fixed on that gap, that he didn’t even realize Dana Lee had pulled two beers out of the refrigerator, opened each, and was trying to hand him one. When she twisted around to face him, the gap was even more prominent, and just as prominent as the gap was the camel toe the outline of her pussy formed as her shorts molded with her vulva. He could even make out the tantalizing bump of her clit. His mouth began to water.
“Mr. Spenser,” she said. “You do want this beer, don’t you?”
Her words broke him out of his daze. He quickly moved his eyes from her pussy and looked up to reach for the beer. In so doing, he made eye contact with her as she handed him the beer and found himself convicted by her knowing smile. Shit! I’m busted. So fucking busted.
Dana Lee drank half her beer in one swallow, sat it down on the counter and said, “If I don’t get out of these clothes, I’m going to get a major heat rash.”
Then she picked up the bottle again, put it to her lips, and tilted it to down the second half of her beer. Bob breathed a slow sigh of relief. Oh thank god. She’s going to leave. “Yeah,” he said. Finally beginning to relax. “That’s a good idea. You don’t want those sweaty clothes rubbing against that delicate skin of yours.”
“Glad you agree,” she said as she set her empty bottle down onto the counter. Then she reached behind her back and slowly untied her bikini top and dropped it to the floor as she kicked off her high-tops. As Bob stared open mouthed at the creamy white perfection of her naked little breasts, she slowly, teasingly, rolled the black Lycra shorts down her slender thighs until they were all the way to her ankles and she just as slowly stepped her feet through them. Bob’s jaw rested on his chest as she stood before him totally nude except for her white ankle socks.
Before another word could be said, he was lifting her by the armpits and pinning her against the refrigerator. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he mashed his lips into hers and violently shoved his tongue into her mouth. She hungrily sucked his tongue as if it were a short, flat dick and moaned as he dry humped his denim covered penis into her neatly trimmed blonde pussy.
He continued to dry hump her against the refrigerator door as she ripped at his tee shirt and tore it from his torso. She took a brief moment to playfully tug at thick tufts of his gray chest hair. Then she frantically found his belt buckle and hurriedly worked it loose so that she could just has hurriedly pull at the button and zipper of his jeans. Eventually, she was able to get his jeans off of his hips so that she could grip his steel hard cock and guide it to her dripping cunt.
As she rubbed the length of her slit with the head of his cock, he backed away from the refrigerator and, with her arms and legs still wrapped around him, walked her over to the sofa where they fell together onto the sofa cushions. She lost her grip on his dick as they rolled around until she was on the bottom and then as he lifted up from her, she pushed herself backward until her head and the back of her shoulders rested against the arm of the sofa. After that, she grasped his cock again and guided it back to her moist slit.
Bob gasped as the head of his cock parted the damp lips of her eighteen year old pussy and slowly eased its way into her. Oh gawd. She’s so fucking tight. Brenda hasn’t been this tight since we were virgins in the front seat of my car. Oh fuck! Is Dana Lee a virgin? Fuck. Am I taking her virginity right now? When he’d finally eased his entire dick into her, he stopped and let her adjust to the full impalement of his girth. When he felt her heels dig into the back of his thighs and pull, he knew she was ready for the real fucking to begin.
He slowly eased his cock back until just the tip was inside her. Then he eased one inch back inside her. Stopped. Eased it back out and slowly stroked the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock. She moaned and begged as he again eased his cock back into her, this time stopping when he had two inches inside her. As she tried to push up to fully impale herself with his cock, he eased back and again pulled out and used his head to stroke her drenched pussy lips. This time when he eased back into her, he continued until half his cock was inside her. Then he eased it back out until only the tip was left inside.
“Oh my god,” she moaned. “Fucking fuck me. Please. Fucking fuck me.”
“I’ve got condoms upstairs,” he said. “Do I need one?”
“No,” she moaned. “Fuck me just like this. I like it raw.”
Cool. She must be on the pill. Bob smiled. She may have been in control on the basketball court. But in here, my dick is in control. He slowly eased his entire cock inside her, let it sit for a moment and then eased it all the way out. Eased it all the way in. Eased it all the way out. Eased it in a little faster. Eased it out even faster. Rammed it in. Pulled it out. Rammed it. Pulled it. Soon they were humping and grinding like two berserk bunny rabbits.
Oh fuck. This bitch is so fucking tight. So fucking tight. He groaned as he pumped in and out like a piston. Can’t believe this is happening. Oh fuck. I’m actually fucking Dana Lee Pruitt!
That’s it, motherfucker. Fucking fuck me. “Oh yeah, motherfucker,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Oh yeah. Fucking fuck me.”
She wrapped her legs tightly around his back and groaned and he kept pumping into her. He’d go fast. Then he’d ease off and go slow. Then he’d slowly build the pace back up again. Finally his mad piston like pumping drove her into an mind shattering orgasm and she began to scream, “OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! THAT IS FUUUUUUUCKING ITTTTTTTTTTT!!”
Upon hearing her screams, he grunted and shot his load deep into her pussy. When he collapsed and went limp atop of her, she gasped, “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. That was fucking incredible.”
Then she rolled from beneath him and fell to the floor. The a/c was set to seventy-two degrees. The combination of the cold air and hot fuck had her nipples popping to their full inch of length. Goose bumps formed on her bare ass and thighs as she lay on the cool marble tile and searched the floor for her purse. Amused, he watched for a moment and finally asked, “What are you looking for?”
“My purse,” she said. “I need a cigarette.”
Bob laughed and said, “You didn’t bring a purse with you, but I think Brenda keeps a pack or two in one of the drawers under the microwave.”
Dana Lee stood and walked in her socked feet to the kitchen and searched the drawers until she found a half empty pack of Marlboro Reds. She felt Bob’s seed oozing out of her pussy and dripping down her thigh as she extracted a cigarette from the pack. After placing the cigarette between her lips, she struck a match to the tip and inhaled deeply, held the smoke briefly in her lungs, and then sent a long, slow stream of smoke floating to the ceiling.
She casually, cigarette in hand, strolled back to the sofa and nudged Bob’s legs open so she could sit between them with her legs crossed in front of her Indian style. By then, he had pulled off his jeans and shoes so that he was just as naked as Dana Lee. As he lay on his back with his hand reaching up and playfully pinching and tweaking her left nipple, she used her free hand to just as playfully stroke his cock. By the time she finished the cigarette, his cock was about half hard again. Then she dropped the cigarette into her empty Budweiser bottle and lowered her lips to his cock. He gasped and dug his fingers into her blonde scalp as she let her soft, wet lips slowly suck his cock deep into her mouth. Once she had swallowed the entire cock and her lips were wrapped around the base, she slowly slid her lips back up to the tip and then back down to the base. Up to the tip and down to the base. He gasped again and gripped her scalp even tighter. Oh my god. This little bitch sucks cock like a fucking pro. If Brenda ever gave me even one blow job like this, I’d be the happiest motherfucker alive. Fuck. Thirty years ago and my cock would be like a piece of iron by now instead of just three quarters hard in her mouth.
Dana Lee took his cock from her mouth and smiled to set his mind at ease. She kept stroking with her right hand as she said, “I guess we need a little more time.”
Thankful for her understanding, he said, “A little, but keep that up and it won’t be too much longer.” Shit. I shouldn’t have masturbated upstairs. I’d be ready by now.
She switched his cock to her left hand and continued to stroke and said, “You’re incredible you know. Brenda said you were, and I believed her.”
Bob was certain that he’d heard her wrong. “Uh, Brenda said… what?”
She giggled. “She said you were an incredible lover, but I had to experience it to know just how incredible incredible really was.” She leaned forward and gave him a kiss with her lush lips.
Bob blushed. “You talk to my wife about me?”
“Yeah we talk about sex all the time. We sit out on your patio and we smoke and we talk about fucking.”
“You and Brenda?”
“Yeah. Julie too.”
“You and Julie?”
“Yep. And me and Brenda and Julie.”
Bob laughed. “You’re fucking with me.”
“Nope. A few years ago I came over to jump on the trampoline with Julie, but it started raining. We ended up sitting on the porch with Brenda, and pretty soon we were talking about sex. Brenda started it. I think she was trying to find out if Julie was fucking around yet.”
“Was she?”
“Not at the time, but she was verrrrrrry curious. Fuck, we both were. I guess we grilled Brenda pretty hard, and maybe if she hadn’t been tipsy on wine coolers she might not have been so open, but she was, and we heard all about how you took her virginity in the front seat of your car after your team won the state championship.”
“She told Julie about that?”
“Brenda said she was only gonna give you a blowjob but once she saw your beautiful cock, she just had to let you fuck her.” Dana Lee wrapped her fingers around his semi-stiff cock, and said, “She’s so right. It is beautiful.”
Bob was stunned. He had no idea that Brenda and Julie were so open with each other. He might have believed Brenda was sharing details with their wild older daughter Nikki. But not with his sweet little angel Julie. But how would Dana Lee know these details if it weren’t true? “Brenda actually tells you guys sexual details about me?”
“Yep. For instance, she says you’re so good at eating pussy you should give lessons on it.”
He felt his whole head blushing. “Shit. She told Julie that?”
“And Julie shares her details too.”
“Details?”
“Like when she lost her virginity her junior year on the choir field trip.”
“She… what?”
Dana Lee giggled. “I guess I shouldn’t be telling you Julie’s secrets.”
Bob blinked, trying to process this new information. He’d always been under the irrational illusion that Julie was a virgin. “It’s okay. I guess… it’s good for me to know what’s going on around here. So, Julie’s not a virgin. And Brenda actually knows about it?”
Dana Lee giggled, and chuckled and laughed out right. Then she switched back to stroking his cock with her right hand. “Yeah,” she said after she stopped laughing. “Brenda knows. In fact, she had to have all the details. I mean, all of them. It got so fucking graphic, I think all three of us were on the verge of masturbating in front of each other.”
Bob’s cock jumped at that image. “And what about you? I honestly thought you might still be a virgin, but there’s no blood on my dick.”
Without saying a word, she leaned down and kissed the tip of his dick. It still wasn’t quite hard enough to fuck, but it was getting there. She slowly lowered her lips over the length of it once, twice and then three times, before sitting back up and asking, “You got any weed?”
He shook his head and said, “Nope. No weed in my house.”
She smiled. I guess I won’t tell him I’m sure I could find some in Bobby’s room, and I know I can find some in Julie’s. “Okay,” she said. “And, no. I’m not a virgin. Hell, I’m the class slut.”
“I doubt that,” he said.
“You shouldn’t though.”
“How many guys have you fucked?”
“You’re number seven,” she said, just before she leaned down to take his cock back into her mouth. She sucked for two or three minutes until it was fully hard, but still not quite as hard as it had been.
Bob watched her lush lips sliding up and down his cock, gasping with pleasure. Then a thought occurred to him. “What about Bobby?”
She took his cock from her mouth and said, “What about him?”
“Is he one of the seven?”
“Nope. I have sucked him though,” she said just before she took his dick back into her mouth.
“When?” Bob asked as he closed his eyes and enjoyed what her mouth was doing to him.
She removed his cock from her mouth again and said, “You want me to tell you this, or you want me to suck your dick.”
“Suck my dick,” he said.
She smiled. “I’ve been sucking him off every night when he comes back from Amber’s for about a month now. He’ll text me when he’s almost to the house, and I’ll come down and meet him and we’ll sit in his car and smoke a joint. Then I’ll suck his dick and let him cum in mouth.”
“I see,” Bob said. “So Amber won’t let him fuck her?”
“Oh she’ll fuck,” Dana Lee said. Amused that Bob seemed to have ignored what she said about she and Bobby sharing a joint before she sucked him off. “She’s almost as easy a lay as I am. She just gives lousy blow jobs.” Then she took him back into her mouth and sucked him with complete attention.
Bob held her beautiful head in his hands and worked her up and down his cock, inexplicably thrilled at the thought that this very mouth had also sucked his son’s cock.
Dana Lee pulled off his cock again, and asked, “How many girls have you fucked, Mr. Spenser?”
He hesitated.
“Come on,” she said, “it’s not like I’m going to tell Brenda about any of this.”
“Well, before Brenda I guess I fucked maybe ten girls.”
“Maybe?”
“Five that I remember for sure, but there was this one basketball party where I got totally plastered. The next day I couldn’t remember a thing, but my buddies told me that I got into an orgy with five cheerleaders from Sandalwood. I didn’t believe it, but later I got a call from one of the girls saying that she was pregnant. Then a few days later she called to say it was a false alarm. Maybe they were all just fucking with me, I don’t know. But I stopped drinking after that.”
Dana Lee laughed, then she asked, “And how many since you got married?”
He looked at her blankly and blushed. “Since…?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Since Brenda.”
He paused. He’d never told anyone, not even his best buddies. But it’s only fair. She’s been so open with me.. “Two. You make three.”
“Oh, Mr. Spenser,” she said. “You’re a dog.”
He blushed, feeling a sharp pang of shame. “It’s been about ten years since I’ve cheated on her.”
“Actually,” Dana Lee said. “It’s been about ten minutes.” She laughed, and a moment later he joined her. Then Dana Lee said, “Okay, details. Give me the details.”
He shook his head. “No, I shouldn’t.”
Dana Lee let go of his cock. “Maybe I should go back home.”
Bob didn’t want this to end, so he thought for a moment, trying to decide which story made him look less horrible. “Well, I’ll tell you one story. But that’s it.”
She grinned, and wrapped her hand around his cock again. “Okay. But don’t skimp on the details.”
“Well, this happened about ten years ago, when Nikki was a senior. I think you were friends with Julie by then. Maybe you remember one of Nikki’s friends. Jadora Browne.”
Dana Lee gasped, “You fucked Jadora? I thought I was your first eighteen year old pussy!”
He laughed. “You are, at least since I was a teenager. I didn’t fuck Jadora. I fucked her mother.”
Dana Lee giggled. “I remember Mrs. Browne! Thick black woman with huge tits, right?”
Bob said wistfully, “Biggest tits I ever saw. Bigger than my head. Absolutely epic tits.”
“So how did you end up fucking her?”
“Mr. and Mrs. Browne invited us over to break in their new hot tub. Damn, I can still see that woman’s boobs bobbing around in that bubbly water, fairly spilling out of her one-piece swimsuit. She was sitting to my left, so even though it was dark in their back yard, the light from the house was glittering off her chocolate brown body. I got a total boner. Brenda worked with her husband back then, so they started talking about office politics, and I just zoned out for a while. Suddenly I felt a hand on my leg. I looked at Brenda, but her back was to me. Then I looked over at Mrs. Browne. She was staring off into space as if nothing was happening, but she was running her hand slowly up the inside of my thigh. I just sat there in disbelief as Mrs. Browne’s hand went higher and higher. Finally she pulled my waistband down and wrapped her hand around my cock, which was throbbing hard by this time. It was totally mind-blowing. I never had a clue she was into me. She just started jacking me off like you’re doing right now.” He looked down at Dana Lee’s narrow hand sliding up and down his rod. “She just kept doing it, minute after minute, until I came.”
“Right in front of her husband?”
“He never had a clue. He and Brenda were too busy ripping apart their coworkers. Then Mrs. Browne stood up and said she needed to go do something. A minute later, I made an excuse and got out of the tub. I went into the house and looked around, wondering where she could be. Something just told me that she was waiting for me somewhere. Sure enough, I found her in the guest room, totally naked, lying on her back on the bed, legs wide open. I dropped to my knees and sucked her pussy until my cock was good and hard. Then I rolled her over onto her stomach and put a pillow under her to lift her ass up. That made her just the perfect height for me to stand at the side of the while I fucked her senseless.”
“Wow.”
“I’m not sure how long we did it, but once I came a second time, we went back out to the hot tub, and they were still chattering away. The weird thing is, Mrs. Browne barely talked with me the whole time we were doing it. She moaned like hell, but never hardly talked. I think she was just mad at her husband. They got divorced a few years later.”
“You’re a regular home-breaker, aren’t you?”
Bob shrugged. “I don’t know, but I felt pretty shitty about it. I’m not like Mr. Browne. I love my wife. What was I doing fucking around on her? Fuck. What am I doing fucking around on her right now?”
Dana Lee stopped stroking his cock. “You want me to stop?”
“God no. I want you to suck me some more.”
She giggled, then said, “I’ll be happy to, but only if you tell me who else you fucked.”
He had to think about that for a minute. “Okay, but if I tell you this, you can’t tell Brenda. Ever.”
Dana Lee grinned. “I swear, Mr. Spenser. You can trust me.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock again, and began to slowly stroke him.
“Well, when Nikki was three or four, Brenda broke her leg rollerblading, so her aunt Arnette came to stay with us while Brenda was recovering.”
Dana Lee gasped. “No! You fucked Brenda’s aunt?”
Bob blushed. “I didn’t mean it to happen.”
“How did it happen?”
“It just happened.”
Dana Lee let go of his cock. “If you’re not going to share, neither will I.”
Bob pulled her hand back to his cock and said, “Okay, okay. You win. I came home from work one day, and accidentally walked in on Arnette while she was taking a shower. She didn’t hear me opening the door, so I just stood there and watched her. Damn, she was hot.”
“Yeah, I’ve met her at your pool parties. She’s got big boobs too.”
“Oh, this was years before she had her boob job. Back then they were only a little bigger than yours,” he cupped Dana Lee’s little breasts lovingly and continued. “She was probably ten years older than me, but I didn’t care. She was fucking sexy as shit. Long black hair. Olive skin. Big, furry black bush. And she was soaping herself up with a big sponge. For one crazy moment I thought about joining her. But I forced myself to quietly back out of the bathroom, and close the door. I was glad she didn’t catch me, and I figured that was the end of that.”
“But it wasn’t, was it?”
“Nope. Later that night I helped Arnette tuck Nikki into bed. We read her a bedtime story until she was asleep, then we tiptoed out into the hall. I closed her door, and turned to find Arnette looking up at me with smoldering eyes. She said, ‘so what did you think of my body, Bob?'”
Dana Lee giggled. “What did you say?”
“I said, ‘I think you’re beautiful, Arnette.’ And then without saying another word she kneeled in front of me, unzipped my fly and started sucking me…” Bob gasped as Dana Lee leaned over and engulfed his throbbing cock with her mouth. “Yeah… she did it just like that. Ohhhhhh fuuuck. All the way to the back. Oh gooooood. How do you do that?”
Then Dana Lee looked up at him again. “Don’t stop now. I wanna hear everything.”
Bob gasped as Dana Lee sucked his cock into her mouth again. “I couldn’t believe she was blowing me right there next to Nikki’s bedroom, and doing it so loudly too. I was terrified that Nikki would hear all that slobbering and slurping.”
Bob gasped, as Dana Lee bobbing up and down on his cock with gusto. “Oh god, yeah. She was sucking me just like that, and she kept it up until I was right on the verge of blowing. Then turned around, hiked up her skirt, and presented her ass to me. She wasn’t wearing any panties, so I was looking right at her furry black pussy. I fell to my knees and started fucking her hard.”
Dana Lee was looking up at him with her baby blue eyes as she sucked, clearly interested in the story, so he continued, “Arnette started moaning, and I started grunting, like we were the only two people in the world. I don’t know what we were thinking. Hell, we weren’t thinking at all. It was pure animal lust. But then I heard Nikki getting out of her bed, and I froze.”
Dana Lee’s eyes opened wide, but she kept sucking. “I heard Nikki walking to her door, and I reached out just in time to grab the doorknob before she opened it. Man, that was a close one. Nikki said ‘What’s going on out there, Daddy?’ I said, ‘Auntie and I are just cleaning up a mess out here, baby. Go back to bed.’ Only a kid would believe a lie like that. Nikki said, ‘Okay daddy’, and went back to bed. I probably should have taken Arnette somewhere else, but I was so close to cumming that I wasn’t thinking very clearly, so I just grabbed her hips and pounded her like crazy until I filled her pussy to the brim. Afterwards she stood up and said, ‘thanks, Bob’ and walked off to her room, leaving me feeling like the biggest shit in the world.”
Dana Lee let his cock fall from her mouth. “You’re hardly the biggest shit in the world, Mr. Spenser. I know quite a few bigger shits than you. Me for one. Did you fuck her only the one time?”
He shook his head, “No. We probably did it fifteen or twenty times before Brenda was on her feet again. We did it in every imaginable position, and in every room in the house, except the master bedroom.”
“Even Nikki’s room?”
“Like I said, I’m the biggest shit in the world.”
Dana Lee giggled. “Okay. You win. You are the biggest shit in the world. You should be punished.” She pushed him back into the sofa, then crawled up his gray-haired chest, kissed him on the lips for a minute, before continuing upward, until she was standing over him, with one foot on the back of the couch.
Bob looked up at the creamy blonde perfection of Dana Lee’s pussy. Her lips were parted, and the vivid bubble-gum pinkness of her tunnel was just begging to be tasted. He opened his mouth and leaned upward, but she put one hand firmly against his forehead and pushed him back against the cushions.
“Wanna taste, Mr. Spenser?”
“Oh god, yeah.”
“Then promise me something.”
“What’s that?”
“When Brenda gets home from her trip, fuck her harder than you’ve ever fucked her in your life.”
He smiled. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
Then Dana Lee pressed her pussy against his mouth and Bob tasted his first teen pussy since he was a teenager himself. He held her butt cheeks with both hands and lapped her labia from bottom to top again and again, parting her flowery pussy lips with this tongue, and flicking the tip lightly across her fat clit. Soon her delicious juices were literally dripping out of her and running down his face. He worked his tongue into her, as deep as he could go, while maintaining continuous suction.
Dana Lee squealed in joy, “Oh shit! Oh SHIT! OH SHIIIT!!!!”
One he knew she was ready for the next step, Bob flipped her to her back on the couch, and inserted two fingers into her pussy and began to twist them left and right as he sucked the absolute shit out of her clit. By this time she was screaming so loud that she couldn’t form words. He didn’t stop. He didn’t show mercy. He just ate her and finger fucked her until she was quivering uncontrollably in a series of protracted orgasms, soaking the couch dark with her juices. Then as she lay there, gasping and moaning with release, he planted gentle kisses up and down the insides of her thighs, marveling at the silky softness of her flesh.
Finally Dana Lee came back to her senses and moaned, “Goddamn, Mr. Spenser. If you could play basketball like you eat pussy, you’d be the star player for the Orlando Magic!” Bob chuckled and stood up in front of her. His cock was standing hard and proud once again, so Dana Lee wrapped her fingers around it and said, “Are we going to use this to finish the fence with?”
He laughed and said, “We probably could, but the cement needs to set for a day. I’ll have to finish the fence tomorrow.”
“Sweet,” she said. “Then let’s fuck again.”
Without responding verbally, Bob pulled her to her feet, turned her around and bent her forward over the sofa’s arm. He stood behind her for a moment just to admire the beauty of her untanned ass. Small. Firm. Round. Perfect. Fucking perfect. He kneeled and spread her cheeks just to get a better view of the pink little starfish asshole. Then he leaned his face into it and slowly rimmed her asshole with his tongue. It was still slick from her sweat and pussy juices and she moaned loudly as he worked his tongue as far into her anus as it would go.
Dana Lee gasped and moaned louder as she squirmed beneath his tongue. Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good!! So fucking good.
Then Bob stood behind his eighteen-year-old neighbor and lined the head of his cock up with her little pink starfish. As he pushed the head into her asshole, she groaned. “Ahhhhhh. Oh fuck.”
He didn’t stop, but proceeded to slowly ease just a bit more of his cock into her. Then a bit more. Then just a bit more until he felt that little pop and knew he was through the balloon opening and they both sighed as his cock sank into her ass down to the base. “Ah, yes,” she said as he slowly eased his cock in and out. “That feels so good.”
Bob merely grunted. Oh fuck. This little slut. This skinny little fucking slut. So tight. Feels so tight. So good. Oh gawd. I’m going to bust a nut already. “Shit,” he said. “I’m going to cum.”
“Cum,” she groaned. “Go ahead and do it.”
Then he grunted again and shot his third load of the day, filling her rectum with his seed just as he’d filled her pussy earlier. As he withdrew his cock from her ass, he saw with amazement that he had not gone soft. Then he watched with even greater amazement as Dana Lee twisted around, fell to her knees and took his cock straight from her ass right into her mouth and sucked it just like a hungry calf working on its mother’s teat. She continued to suck him just like that until one last time he felt his balls tighten and he shot his final load into her mouth.
When she’d sucked and swallowed every last drop from his penis, she finally let it slip from her mouth and Bob collapsed to the floor with pure exhaustion. Dana Lee rested her elbows on the sofa arm as she looked down on him and said, “Wanna order a pizza?”