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Merci Donnee (MF, FF, MM)
by Saffy8 (mersey@newsguy.com)
***
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is mature material intended for
mature adults. The story contains sexual depictions. Any
similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. This is a
work of fiction. Feedback is always welcomed and will always be
answered. Saffy8 <mersey@newsguy.com>
***
Tom had not been supportive.
"Why take classes at your age? Not to say you're old, but I just
can't see you in college again. Go to a reading group or
something, don't spend money on a useless English class."
"Is it the money? I can't spend anything on my own interests?"
Lindy glared over the kitchen table at her husband of 20 years.
Their one child had gone off to school and there had been plenty
enough money for her education. Tom's own market plays and the
income from the brokerage where he worked provided ample income.
They were set. Lindy had quit teaching high school years ago; they
didn't need the money anymore, but her independent nature had kept
Lindy involved in volunteering and neighborhood projects.
"It's silly."
"No sillier than your hobbies. I guess you learn a lot from your
buddies at the track."
"Fine. Go be a co-ed again!"
Tom thought that Lindy was trying to turn back the clock - what
next, plastic surgeon bills? Lindy wouldn't look 20 again no
matter what. She was still attractive, her legs shapely as ever
but her tits didn't have the firmness that, say, Lana, the new
broker at the office, had. What a looker!
"...are you listening?"
Tom popped back. "Sure. Take the class."
Lindy knew his mind drifted. He was doing that more and more now.
He hadn't listened to a word of her explanation of the desire to
keep learning, that it had nothing to do with trying to be a
college student again.
*
The first day of class hadn't changed. Friends clustered in groups
among the seats while everyone but the grinders avoided the front
rows. A few students looked at her quizzically. Lindy was sure
some of them thought she was the prof. Others knew she wasn't but
it was like having their mom in class with them...
It was a standard classroom. Some lecture halls were
amphitheaters, but not this one - standard desks arranged in rows
before a large desk, a lectern and a chalkboard. On the far side
of the room one girl sat alone by the window. Lindy took the desk
right behind her and sat down. The student in front of her would
write in her notebook, then pause to look out the window.
What could she be writing? Lindy got out a pen and notepad and
waited for the teacher. She didn't want to interrupt the girl in
front of her, and student never turned around to acknowledge her.
Lindy caught glimpses of her profile - long thin nose, large brown
eyes, delicate chin and patrician mouth. Her skin tone and profile
reminded her of a cameo on a 19th-century brooch.
A thirty-something man rushed in and clapped his materials on the
lectern. He introduced himself (a Dr. Barton) and began taking
roll, finally reaching "Melinda Davis." Lindy raised her hand. "I
go by Lindy."
"As in Lucky Lindy?" Dr. Barton smiled and snickers sounded from
the little cliques. Lindy couldn't help becoming flushed. Dr.
Barton continued calling names.
The girl in front turned around. "Like those idiots know what
Lucky Lindy means." Her mouth frowned in disgust. It seemed a
common expression for her. Before Lindy could answer Dr. Barton
called out "Amanda Harmon."
The student raised a slender arm and turned to face the teacher.
After the other names Dr. Barton commenced the first lecture on
American literature.
"In the 18th-century most literature in the British colonies
was..."
*
"Shit!" Tom's cock lay squarely between Lana Stewart's breasts.
She held them together and slid her torso up and down the length
of his dick, moist from her saliva. Strands of her brunette hair
caressed the slight paunch of his belly. He stared up at the
plaster ceiling from his reclined leather chair. His bare ass
stuck to the leather and his pants and shorts lay crumpled at his
ankles.
Lana was glad she had worn pants instead of a skirt today. She
wouldn't want to risk a run in her silk hose even though her knees
rested on plush carpet. She wanted an office like this as quickly
as possible, and sucking off this rich bastard would only speed
the process. When she learned the ropes she'd hang his cheating
ass out to dry, but then again cheating and trickery helped get
him where he was today. She took the cock into her mouth and
sucked, gliding her tongue around the stubby shaft. He was all
head. She needn't worry about deep throating this guy, but he
stayed hard with what he had. Lana knew she looked silly with her
ass under his desk and her bra, blouse and blazer on top of it but
Davis had a major breast fetish and his prick between her tits
guaranteed help selling short - she smiled inside at that. She
wondered if his wife took him like this. Now caress his balls
and...
*
"It comes fast, doesn't it." Amanda had commented on the approach
of winter. Outside the leaves had fallen and bare trees creaked in
the chill winds. Lindy turned her attention to the window.
"Well, it also means a few days out of class for Thanksgiving."
Lindy knew that meant a visit home from Katrina and whatever
worthless guy she was currently dating. At least she didn't have
to cook. Tom had hired that job out for many years now.
"Gives me a lot of time to study."
"You don't go home for the holiday?" Lindy found this incredible.
"No way. I'm basically on my own, spending my inheritance." Amanda
piled on clothes like it was 20 below outside. She left most of
them on even in the classroom. Lindy stayed warm and her knitted
pullover was plenty. Amanda must have a sad life story.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Death stops for everyone." Lindy had learned how Amanda
adored Dickinson. She even wore white a lot in imitation.
"Come over and have Thanksgiving dinner with us. I'm a townie you
know." Lindy smiled. Amanda liked her classmate's smile; she
wished she had her dark complexion and full lips - especially her
enjoyment of life.
"I'll think about it."
"You think too much already, you've got years ahead of you for all
those worried looks." Amanda thought of how Melinda was the Susan
to her Emily. Dr. Barton began lecturing...
*
"Tom, what does it matter that I invited a classmate to
Thanksgiving dinner?"
Lindy couldn't believe how hard headed he could be.
"It's for family, damn it!"
"Katrina will have a date, won't she?"
"Don't bring Katie into this, one of those dates will be family
one day."
"She'll have to choose a lot better than what we saw last year."
"Okay, I'll invite someone too."
"Who's complaining? Will it be a bimbo from the office, the track,
the dive club..."
"That's enough Lindy." Damn that woman's paranoid. What I do takes
all the sexual pressure off of her. She'd never do to me what I
get from those girls.
"Sometimes I feel like I've had enough, Tom." Lindy hated feeling
this way, frumpy in her flannel nightshirt and cotton robe.
"I'm sorry." Tom fumbled for words. They had to stay together for
Katie.
"Look, invite the student. I'll see if Conley from arbitrage wants
to come.
He'll need to be near the office so he won't be traveling."
"That's fine. This house is so big and there's so much the
caterer's bring. We should share something; you'd never know the
difference in this castle."
"Well, invite her for the weekend then." Anything to pacify her.
Maybe Lana could slip in...
*
Her pussy was so tight. Rick had slicked up with lubricant but he
didn't think Katrina could relax enough to make any difference.
"Slowly, Rick, please." Katrina was uncomfortable and she couldn't
hide it. She liked Rick and she wanted to make love, but her body
just wouldn't get aroused enough. Almost all of her sexual
experiences had been this way.
"Oh Katrina." Rick had tried oral sex, foreplay, massage, you name
it and it wasn't working and he was losing interest and...
"You're getting soft." That finished that. Rick quit and held her.
Her body was lovely, but they weren't clicking.
"I guess I'm uptight about Thanksgiving." Katrina knew he was
nervous but she knew Daddy would respect her date this time. Rick
was 4.0, he already had an investment portfolio and he already was
making real money. Katrina thought he was handsome, strong with
the smooth body of a fine marble statue. She kissed him. She had
her mother's ample lips but struggled with the ample physique she
inherited from her father. She knew she was...
*
"Soft, too." Amanda pressed the mattress on the bed in one of the
several guest bedrooms. She had already commented on how the
room's temperature could be individually adjusted to be warmer.
"Well, we're real proud of the place." Tom eyed her with the
condescension of a charity hostel owner who had freed another waif
from the horrors of the streets. Boy, had Lindy drug in a skinny
one - flat as a board and tiny to boot. She needed a good
Thanksgiving meal.
"It's nice to have guests," Lindy said. "Katrina and Rick already
have their rooms and Mr. Conley, what's his first name, Tom?"
"Jeff."
"We've got a room ready for Jeff too."
*
Jeff could not believe he had accepted this offer. He knew Davis
was banging the shit out of Lana Stewart and now he had to play
the guest in front of the man's wife and daughter. He also knew
that Lana was in town and he'd be fucking her if he got the
chance. This was not going to be comfortable.
Thanksgiving dinner went by with a motley array of conversation.
Rick, Jeff and Tom talked the markets, Lindy and Amanda talked
literature, and Katrina felt incredibly left out. Katrina was
right about Rick - her Dad liked him. She tried to talk to her
Mom's classmate - now didn't that sound wacked - but Amanda was
one boring girl. Jeff told her some college stories and at least
that helped.
After dinner the football games began. Katrina sat by Rick as the
guys watched the game. Of course Lindy and Amanda headed to the
house's library.
Night fell.
*
Katrina got hungry and crept to the kitchen. She sure wasn't going
to try to slip into Rick's room; her parents had put him in the
bedroom closest to theirs - deliberately. As she went to the
kitchen she noticed that Daddy must have had work to do - from the
staircase windows she saw the office at the rear of the house on
the first floor was lit.
*
Tom had questioned Rick for awhile. Rick was showing him how to
better employ his stochastic tracking software. Tom was really
impressed with this young man, he thought his Katie had finally
found a worthwhile boyfriend. He knew he should work out, it was
pretty embarrassing to see a guy in shape next to his out of shape
body. Rick actually liked Katrina's dad. He knew his stuff and
would make a great mentor. Katrina hadn't seemed to pick up any of
his business savvy. As Tom listened to Rick he began to think of
Lana. After Rick went to bed he may be able to arrange a
rendezvous here in the office...
*
The warm water felt so good after a tense day. Lindy immersed
herself in the scented water and let the heat and bubbles do their
work. She didn't have to listen to Tom rattle on about markets -
Katrina's boyfriend had relieved her of that. He appeared to be a
decent young man, but he had a lot more in common with Tom. She
mused about how well he and Katrina would get along in a long-term
relationship.
*
Jeff loved desserts. He was enjoying yet another slice of pumpkin
pie when he heard the floor creak.
"Busted!" He said when he saw Katrina emerge from the shadows.
"Well, I won't be eating alone, as if I need to eat any more,"
Katrina said softly.
"I say enjoy - it's Thanksgiving! You look fine." Jeff wanted to
take that back as soon as he said it.
"I'm fat." Katrina was downcast. "Look at me. It's embarrassing."
Jeff knew he was no athlete.
"I don't need this either."
"It's different for guys."
Jeff rose. "So you're saying I'm fat?" Katrina was flustered
thinking of the right thing to say. Jeff pulled up his T-shirt and
stuck out his gut. As he shook his belly he said, "this is
practice for the next big holiday." Katrina couldn't help it - she
started giggling - not very appropriate. Impulsively she lifted
her pajama top and shimmied over to Jeff. They began rubbing
bellies and Jeff became excited. Katrina sensed it and pulled her
top up more. The nascence of her breasts showed and she didn't
care. Jeff wanted her.
*
Amanda couldn't sleep. She pulled her thick robe over her flannel
pajamas and slid her feet into her plush slippers. The only
worthwhile conversationalist at the dinner table was Melinda. She
had shown her the collection of Emily Dickinson that they had in
their library. Perhaps some Dickinson to read would help her
sleep. And she slipped by the master suite she heard a contented
moan. The door wasn't shut completely and Amanda could see that no
one was in bed or, for that matter, in the bedroom.
The moan had to be her Susan and it was coming from the bathroom.
Noiselessly she slipped into the room. If Melinda's boorish
husband showed up she would say she had to ask a question or use
some other excuse. There was the peaceful sound of water being
stirred in the bath. Amanda was breathless with anticipation as
she considered that her soulmate lay languorously in that tub.
Lindy was about ready to get out and get ready for a good night's
sleep. She sat up and reached for the plug. There, at the doorway,
was Amanda. Lindy froze. Neither spoke. Lindy stared into Amanda's
widening eyes. The student was beginning to breathe more rapidly
and her lips parted. Forgetting the plug, Lindy stood and stepped
dripping onto the bathmat. Water ran in rivulets over her
glistening skin and beaded on her pubic hair. Silently she
extended her moist arms in invitation and Amanda hesitantly padded
toward her.
*
"Hey, are you listening?" Tom shook himself from his reverie and
focused on Rick sitting at the keyboard. Tom had been standing to
watch Rick as he ran the program, but he had let his thoughts get
away.
"Sorry, Rick, got a lot on my mind." Rick could see by the
stiffening in Tom's shorts that his thoughts were carnal. Was it
him?
"It's okay." Rick grasped the hard dick and massaged it. Tom's
mind yelled to knock the hand away and order him out of his house
and away from his Katie, but his libido only knew how good it felt
and how he wanted to get off.
Rick felt him get harder and began getting a pretty good hard on
himself. He pulled down the shorts and took the cock into his
mouth. He sucked as he eased Tom's shorts off of his ass. Tom did
not care who was doing this; Rick blew him better than Lana. He
felt the young man's strong hands knead his buttocks as he pressed
his prick into the sucking orifice.
*
Jeff and Katrina began sucking face, each trying to consume more
of the other. Tongues were probing and being drawn into the
other's mouth. Katrina had never felt this utterly turned on. A
warm, wet feeling enveloped her as Jeff guided her to the kitchen
table. Her ass bumped it and he lifted her onto the heavy wooden
planking. He peeled off his T-shirt then his pants and briefs.
Katrina unbuttoned her pajama top and opened it. He lavished his
attention on her breasts, the nipples firm and the deep brown
areola all goose flesh.
As he sucked her she dipped her finger into the pumpkin pie and
crammed the filling into her mouth. She groaned in ecstasy. It
tasted so good and this felt so good. Her pajama bottoms and
panties yielded to his eager hands. The sturdy table did not budge
as he mounted her. She was all wet and horny and she opened her
stout thighs wide.
"Fuck me" she whispered huskily. Katrina scooped some pie filling
and slid it into Jeff's mouth. He jammed into her in one gliding
motion and pumped rhythmically in her juicy pussy. She slathered
pumpkin on her breasts.
"Suck it off and fuck me faster!" She slapped his ass and Jeff
almost came right then. He controlled it and put his mouth on the
sweet, gooey layer on her breasts, licking and eating it.
Jeff began to speak. "Shut up!" she ordered. She silenced him with
a slow, deep kiss as he felt his climax building, now
uncontrollable.
*
Amanda loosened the knot on her robe. Lindy peeled it off and
undid two buttons on the flannel pajama top. Her fingers probed
for the nipples of Amanda's petite bosom. Amanda hummed a note of
pleasure as Lindy caressed the silky smoothness - she knew the
young woman's nipples just had to be light pink to match her
complexion.
"You know what I want you to do, don't you Amanda?" Lindy placed
her hands on her classmate's shoulders and pushed down.
"Melinda, I'm having impure thoughts."
"No, they're not impure."
"Yes, worthy of discipline." Amanda took Lindy by the hand and led
her to the commode. The autumn chill raised goose bumps on her wet
skin and her nipples protruded. Amanda had Lindy sit on the
cushioned lid of the commode. Then the pale student lay face down
on Lindy's lap. Lindy remembered spanking Katrina when she was
small. She slipped the pajama bottoms down. Her panties were lacy
with a delicate pattern. She pulled these down to uncover a smooth
milky white ass. Suddenly Lindy smacked it. Amanda's squeal was
one of delight, not discomfort. Another stroke. And another. Soon
a reddish tint could be discerned even though Lindy could not
bring herself to spank her hard.
Suddenly Amanda rolled off Lindy's lap and flashed a fiery look.
Lindy had not seen the sullen young woman so animated.
"Stand up." Lindy rose and Amanda dropped to her knees and began
tonguing Lindy's lips and clit. Oh the girl has got it... right...
there. The slurping and sucking noises only added to Lindy's
excitement. It had been so long since she had had an orgasm that
the muscles quickly began to draw taut and the glorious feeling
started to wash across her brain.
*
Rick felt Tom getting ready to come. His ass had the soft feel of
his daughter's. If he could get Tom to teach him how to make a
fortune in the stock market then he was set with or without
Katrina, and if this would accomplish the task then he was
willing. Tom came and grunted as Rick took it all. After coming
Tom became worried that Rick might want this in return, but Rick
pulled up his shorts and told him that he probably needed some
rest.
Rick knew better than to ask anything then. That would come later.
He didn't need payment in kind. He left Tom exhausted on his
office sofa. Rick smiled as he realized he had been given the
bedroom right next to the master suite. They had nothing to worry
about between him and Katrina.
*
Jeff's orgasm came in a deep sliding motion. Katrina arched
backward as she felt him let go. She didn't come but it felt good
- and she knew that she could coax an orgasm from this willing
partner. Jeff had fucked a company officer's daughter on his own
kitchen table. Shit. Katrina giggled.
"It's all right, Jeff, let's get up and no will know about this.
We'll just go in the living room and act like we've been watching
TV. After we know the coast is clear we go to our rooms." She was
glad there was no way Rick would find out; it would destroy him.
She made up her mind to let him down gently.
*
Lindy doubled over as her abdomen tensed and she came. Amanda
looked up at her with big brown eyes as she used her tongue to
tweak all of the pleasure from the spasm. Unconsciously Lindy had
pressed her lover's face against her pussy; now she released her.
Wet and panting, Lindy sat back onto the commode as Amanda stood
up.
*
Tom thought he heard the TV as he left his office. He walked to
the living room where he found Katrina stretched out on the sofa
and Jeff in the recliner. They were watching music videos.
"Don't you guys ever sleep?"
"On my way, Tom." Jeff yawned and ambled to his room.
"I'm used to not sleeping - I'm a college student, remember?"
"Fine, Katie. Just shut everything off when you go to bed."
Tom went to the kitchen.
"Katie, what the hell happened to this pie?"
Katrina had already slipped out of the living room and went
upstairs. Tom heard the shower from her suite turn on. This might
be a good chance to call Lana...
*
"Maybe you should let out the bath water." Lindy wasn't sure she
could provide Amanda the release just given her. She hadn't ever
gone down on a woman. Thankfully it didn't appear that her
classmate wanted her to. Amanda rebuttoned her pajama top and
collected her robe from the floor.
"Amanda, I..."
"You don't have to explain." Amanda knew the older woman wouldn't
eat her.
There was time to get what she really wanted-the spanking was a
good start. She was bound to come up with new ideas. She didn't
look back as she made her way to her bedroom.
*
Amanda observed the frosty landscape outside the classroom window.
Thanksgiving break was over. She heard Melinda sit down in the
desk behind her. Amanda knew that the lady wondered what she was
writing in her notebook during the free time before class and at
break. A bit of a smile touched the corners of her thin-lipped
mouth. How appalled would Melinda be at the fantasy Amanda had
woven for her bourgeois little family at Thanksgiving? Dr. Barton
entered the classroom. Amanda closed her very private notebook on
the pages where Rick's ass fucking of her older classmate was to
commence.
"Merci Donnee" by Saffy8 <mersey@newsguy.com>