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CHAPTER 1
Tuesday, December 20th
* * *
Bobby Anderson looked up from his math text and stared
out the window. It was dusk outside and the quad was
almost empty. Two girls walked by, carrying suitcases
and laughing about something. They were going home for
the holidays, and here he was, sitting in his dorm room,
three thousand miles from home, studying math on a
Friday night.
Bobby knew he was screwed as soon as the exam schedule
was published just after Thanksgiving; but, since it was
the first semester of his freshman year, he wasn't
surprised. He had two exams scheduled for the first day
of exam week, one on the second day, and two on the very
last day of exams -- Monday, December 19th.
After checking with his professors and confirming what
he expected -- that he couldn't take the last two exams
at an alternate, earlier time -- he resigned himself to
his fate and booked a flight back home for Tuesday, the
20th.
With a solid semester's base of good grades, Bobby
wasn't about to stress over exams -- sure, he studied,
but he didn't stress. The biggest drag to his exam week
was that over that last, long weekend, he felt like the
last kid left on the huge campus. It seemed like
everyone else had split for home. Only one cafeteria was
open and that was pretty much empty when he got his
meals. The dorms were virtually empty. The Frat houses
were dark. No dances, no parties, no keggers, no kicks.
And just when he could have used a nice, warm piece of
ass to fill the empty hours and relieve a little pre-
exam tension! But he tried, anyway. After eight
unanswered phone calls, it was obvious that there wasn't
a girl left on campus that he knew and was a possibility
for a quick fuck.
As a last resort, on Sunday night, when he finished
studying, he dug out an old PENTHOUSE and dialed a
phone-sex number he and his roommate had tried a few
times during the semester. The women were all supposed
to be coeds in Ohio, somewhere. Bobby didn't care. The
ones he had talked to had all been nice and sexy and had
great voices. He was talking to Debbie, "a senior," and
he whacked-off to her sweet, sexy voice as she talked
him through an imaginary butt-fuck.
As he listened to Debbie's smooth, silky voice, Bobby
gripped his love-pole and let his mind drift back to his
first, real butt-fuck. It had been in October, during
Rush week...
* * *
Rush week was pure madness. All the Frat houses were
open and the brothers were more than happy to show off
their Frat's "benefits." The parties all that week had
been often, loud, and crowded -- filled with beer and
booze and music and women. Bobby fondly acknowledged
that rush week may have been the absolute best week in
his entire young life.
Bobby and a few of his friends had been invited to the
big Sigma Frat house for another party late in the week.
A few hours into the party, Bobby was almost-blitzed and
trying hard to put the moves on a big-titted,
upperclass, blonde beauty in the kitchen when his
friend, Alan, rushed over to him and whispered his boozy
breath into Bobby's ear, "Ya gotta come downstairs, Bob.
You won't believe it, man!"
Bobby reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the blonde's
obvious nipples poking at her thin blouse, "I'm busy,
man. Can't you see?"
Alan's bloodshot eyes rolled around in his head, "Wi'
who, man? I'on't see nobody. And ya gotta come with me!"
"Fuck off, Alan." Bobby turned back to the blonde, only
to discover she had already moved away and was talking
to two of the Sigma brothers. He grabbed Alan's
shoulder, "Fuck! Alright, man, but this better be good!"
Alan, drunk as a skunk -- as usual -- nodded solemnly
and led him to a door just behind the kitchen. Down a
set of stairs was another big TV room, and except for a
couple making out on the sofa, empty with all the
partying going on upstairs. And behind that room was a
large, dark storage room, the walls lined with shelves
filled with boxes, luggage, and bags. Alan kept walking
until he stopped at a large door with a bright red
cartoon train engine painted on it. In gold letters
below the smiling choo-choo were the words "The Train
Room -- Enter those who dare!"
Alan reached for the doorknob and turned to Bobby,
grinning stupidly and holding his finger up to his lips
in the "Shhh!" gesture.
Inside was another large room. The walls were painted a
dark gray or brown and were rough stone. The ceiling was
low. Light came from what looked like hundreds of
candles sitting on little shelves mounted all over the
walls. The floor was brightly multicolored -- dozens and
dozens of pillows and beanbags.
And wriggling on those pillows, Bobby stared in
fascination as he watched two nude young women perform
cunnilingus on each other!
Now, as his eyes adjusted, Bobby noticed around the room
stood six or seven Sigma brothers and another two or
three freshmen besides Alan and himself. Everybody was
watching the sweating, sloppy, slurpy girls go at it.
Bobby didn't feel all that drunk anymore and his cock
was threatening to burst through his jeans.
Like it was rehearsed, or at least like it had been done
often before, just as the girls began to moan as though
they were getting close to orgasm, four brothers moved
two dark A-frame-type things out from the walls. The
other brothers pulled the girls apart and helped them
onto the frames. Then the brothers began dropping their
slacks and underwear.
Bobby now saw that the frames were upholstered and made
for one thing, only. The girls were bent over the
frames, with their knees resting on a soft cushion.
Their naked butts were on display and cock-high. Their
heads, arms and breasts hung over the other side of the
padded frame. There were straps on the frame for wrists
and ankles, but no one was bothering with them, now.
Instead, one brother was feeding healthy gulps of Jack
Daniels to the girls out of the bottle.
Observing the brothers, it was obvious that the routine
was simple. Get in line and when it was your turn, shove
it in. Bobby and the other freshmen dropped their
trousers and underwear, too.
Bobby waited in line, hoping he wouldn't cum just
watching the guys in front of him do their thing.
Finally, the guy immediately in front of him finished,
and Bobby was staring at a girl's round, white, spread
asscheeks. Cum was dripping from both red holes. Bobby
didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and pressed his
boner into the girl's ass an inch at a time. He had
never felt anything so tight and so hot wrapped around
his prick! He got his entire length in easier than he
expected, and felt his balls slap against the girl's
pussy. In seconds, he was doing the nasty like he had
never done it before! In and out. In and out. Shoving in
deep and hard and pulling out again. He was in heaven!
Then, almost without warning, he felt his juices boiling
along his pipeline and he was shooting his cum deep into
the girl's ass.
What a cum!
His climax had been so total that he was surprised when
his prick began to recover within minutes. He watched
his friends and the others take their turn with the
girls and then he was ready and burying his cock in the
second girl's ass. And it felt just as good as the first
time!
After this second workout, he was thirsty and he and
Alan made their way, giggling and laughing, back up to
the kitchen for a beer. The two of them sat at a table,
drinking beer after beer, grinning at each other like
idiots and repeating, "Oh, man!" over and over again. It
wasn't until the next day that he realized he didn't see
either girl's face very well, and to his frustration, he
never found out who either of the girls was!
* * *
Now, Sunday night, back in his dorm room, alone and
talking on the phone...
Finally, his cum shot high over his thighs and he
thanked Debbie for a nice time over the phone. He was
glad he called. Not the real thing, but it did relieve
some of that awful pre-exam pressure.
* * *
At five o'clock on Monday afternoon, with a little sigh
and a lot of satisfaction, Bobby handed in his bluebooks
for his last exam, then went back to his room, packed
his bags, and drank vodka until he passed out.
Early Tuesday morning, hungover and unable to find
anybody going to the airport, he took a taxi and joined
the mad throng of people going home for the holidays.
The airport was jammed and in chaos. The flight was
overbooked. The weather was bad. There were stops and
connecting flights. The planes were too hot and too
loud. There were too many screaming kids and grouchy old
people.
Finally, at a little after six that evening, as his
headache slowly disappeared, he saw the lights of his
home town out his window and the pilot announced that
they would be landing in under five minutes. Bobby took
one last glance at the flight attendant's tight ass and
superb legs and got ready to land.
This airport was no less crowded than the one he left
earlier, but it was home, and that made it all better.
"Bobby! Bobby, over here!"
He looked across the concourse and saw the beautiful
woman waving at him. She was petite and gorgeous. She
was dressed in pressed jeans, low-heeled boots, a pink
button-down shirt, and a navy blazer. Her dark hair was
a perfect frame for her face -- a precise page-boy cut
that looked like it cost more than his tuition. Her face
was flawless -- creamy complexion, startling blue eyes,
pronounced cheekbones, and red-red, full lips.
Bobby cursed the gods and their twisted sense of humor
for placing this impossibly beautiful, incredibly sexy -
- but absolutely untouchable -- goddess in his life.
"Hi, mom!" [`Just call me Oedipus and lock me away,' he
thought grimly, `but -- DAMN! -- my mother is HOT!']
As he hugged his mother, Bobby noticed for the first
time that there was someone with her. She was slightly
shorter than his mother and dressed in black-and-white
saddle shoes, white socks, a plaid, pleated skirt
(stopping several inches above her cute knees), and a
white school blouse. Her legs were perfectly curved, her
plaid-clad hips round, and the blouse filled to maximum
capacity. Her pale face with the large, pale-gray eyes
was beyond pretty and her long, honey-color hair was in
an innocent-yet-oh-so-sexy ponytail.
[`Oh, Jesus,' Bobby thought, `these freakin' gods are
bustin' my balls!']
"Hi, sis! I didn't see you standing there."
Maybe his memory was playing tricks on him, but Bobby
thought he remembered his little sister a lot younger
looking and not quite as... as... developed when he left
for college in August. Sure, she had started to develop,
but... she had still been a young girl -- but,
obviously, no more!
Almost in answer to his thoughts, Bobby's mother said,
"Your father thinks there must be something in the
water. 'Manda's grown up a lot in the five months since
you were home, hasn't she?"
"I'll say!" Bobby enthusiastically replied. Then
continued in what he hoped was a more subdued, less
obvious manner, "you look great, sis. It looks like
field hockey and basketball are agreeing with you."
The young girl blushed through her tight hug with her
big brother. She was thrilled to have him home, but was
determined not to let on how much she had missed him
this last semester. They had sent greeting cards back
and forth, and of course, they had talked on the phone,
but now, she was happy because the family was all back
together. It was going to be a great Christmas!
After retrieving Bobby's luggage, the three Andersons
made their way through the swarm of people and into the
parking lot. As they walked through the bustling crowds,
Bobby noticed how often men and boys turned their heads
to stare and follow his mother and sister, and had to
admit that he couldn't blame them. He kept switching his
own glances between the little `GUESS?' triangle on his
mother's cute butt and the sexy sway and bounce to his
sister's plump tail wrapped in her short, tight school
plaid and her bare legs.
He hadn't noticed before, but as they emerged from the
covered `short-term' lot and waited in line to pay the
parking fee, Bobby stared out the window. "Snow?! This
early? After five months on the West Coast, this is like
a movie. Hey, isn't that Bing Crosby over there?"
Laurie Anderson sat behind the wheel of the family's
new, big Chevy wagon, and chuckled, "Yes, it's been
flurrying on and off all day. They're not calling for
any accumulation, but we've all heard that before,
haven't we?"
"Maybe we won't have school tomorrow!" chirped Amanda.
"Oh, 'Manda," sighed Laurie, "you only have two days
left. You know you won't be doing any real work. Just go
in and enjoy the atmosphere."
"Yeah, I like the atmosphere in Sister `Mary-Murderer's'
class the best! She's giving a TEST, tomorrow!"
Mother and son laughed at the girl's pitiful voice.
"It's Sister Mary Marder, missy. You better not slip and
say her nickname within earshot of school!"
With a roll of her big gray eyes, Amanda whined, "Yes,
mom, I know."
The ride home over the wet highways was warm and happy.
Bobby told them not to worry about his grades, that he
wasn't seeing anyone "special," that the school food
sucked, and that his roommate was obsessed with cleaning
between his toes and trimming his nose hair.
"Oh, gross!" giggled Amanda, from the backseat. "But he
sounds so nice on the phone."
Bobby looked back over his shoulder and was immediately
glad that he did. Amanda was slouched into the corner of
the seat and her short skirt had ridden up her legs,
exposing acres of white, smooth, prime thigh meat; and
the lighting was just bad enough to let Bobby think that
he maybe caught a glimpse of white cotton panties.
[`Damn! I'm horny!' he thought.]
"Ahemm. He is nice, sis. He's just a little gross about
his personal hygiene. Believe me, I could have done a
lot worse for a roommate. And he thinks you sound nice
on the phone, too. I had to tell him that besides being
my little sister, you were too young for him to even
think about."
"Oh, Bobby! We just joke around when I call and you're
not in the room. It's harmless."
Bobby turned around to the front, nervous, wondering if
he had been too blatant in the way he was looking at his
little sister. In reaction to his stare, Amanda had
quickly re-arranged herself on the seat and pulled her
skirt back down almost to her knees. The rest of the
ride was uneventful.
When they pulled into the garage and piled out of the
wagon, Laurie told Bobby that a half dozen of his
friends had called for him over the weekend.
"Yeah, I'm sure I'm the last of the crowd to get home.
Everybody else has probably been partying since Friday
night."
Laurie patted his cheek and hugged him, again. "Well,
I'm glad you're home, but I know you want to go out and
catch up in the partying department. I understand."
"Thanks, Mom."
"I'm surprised Jennifer didn't call. Did you two stay in
touch while you were away?"
Jennifer Stallings was the girl Bobby had dated
exclusively (well, almost exclusively) for the last two-
and-a-half years of high school. "Sure, Mom, we stayed
in touch, but she and her parents are on a Christmas
cruise, somewhere. She won't be home until after New
Years."
"Oh, that's a shame. I'm sure you were anxious to see
her, again."
"Absolutely. Now I won't have anybody to kiss at
midnight on New Year's Eve."
"Ha! I doubt that, Honey. Besides, you could always stay
home and then you'd have your old mother to kiss."
"Yeah! Right, Mom!"
* * *
Chapter 2
Tuesday, December 20th
* * *
The house smelled like fresh pine and cinnamon, and was
decorated with red ribbons, fresh-cut greens, tiny white
lights, and lit candles. The Christmas tree glowed in
the corner of the family room and looked like it was
growing out of an island of wrapped packages.
"The house looks beautiful, Mom. Martha Stewart couldn't
do better."
"Thanks, Dear! You're so sweet. Hungry?"
"No. I ate on the plane and I think I'd rather get on
the phone. See what's going on."
"Well, I hope your father gets home before you go out
gallivanting around for the night."
After several phone calls, Bobby decided that the most
promising party would be at Scott Jordan's house, just
the next block over. After a shower, shave, and change
of clothes, he was ready to get drunk and get laid, in
either order. He did have the chance to say hello to his
father as he walked out the back door and his father
walked in.
* * *
Robert C. Anderson, Senior, entered the house and gave
his gorgeous wife a peck on the cheek.
"Hello, Dear. I think that was our son who just gave me
a `hello' and `goodbye' as I walked in."
Laurie turned from the bar and handed her husband a
double Johnny Walker Black, on the rocks with a twist.
"Yes, that was him. On his way to Scott's to catch up on
his partying."
"No jet-lag? God, how I envy their energy. He looked
good, didn't he?"
"Mm-huh. He said his grades are great and everything is
fine at school."
"Good."
"Hi, Daddy!"
Robert, Sr. looked up from his drink to see his daughter
standing at the doorway to the familyroom.
"Well, hello, Princess! How's my angel, today?"
Amanda hugged her dad and, as she walked by her mother,
snatched the glass of Bailey's Irish Cream from her hand
and swallowed a large gulp from the glass.
"Amanda!" her mother exclaimed.
"Mmmm-mmmm, good!" Amanda, grinning broadly, handed the
drink back to her mother.
"Oh, come on, Laurie" said Robert, Sr., "it was just a
sip, and it is the holidays."
"Thanks, Daddy. Well, I better go up and finish my
homework," and with a dramatic stare at he mother, "--
if I'm not too drunk! 'Night, you two."
"G'night, Princess," smiled Robert. Sr.
"I won't be far behind you, Dear," said Laurie, as she
finished her drink, "I'm beat, and it's not even
Christmas, yet!"
* * *
Bobby slipped and almost fell on the wet grass. It had
stopped snowing and the moon was bright but it had
gotten colder and there were slippery, not-quite-ice wet
patches. It was a little before 1 a.m. and he was
wasted. Studying for exams, last night's vodka, the long
flight home and a few beers at Scott's had knocked him
for a loop. Bobby was desperate to crash in his own warm
bed.
The party hadn't been much of a party, and he hadn't
gotten very lucky. In fact, he thought he was going to
strike-out, completely until he found little Heather
Atwell soused in the basement. Heather had looked good
in her tight sweater, tiny skirt, and those sexy thigh-
high stockings, but Bobby had to concentrate to forget
that she was only 14 and in Amanda's class at school.
Anyway, any port in a storm, as they say.
Bobby sat down next to her and put his arm around her
shoulders. "Hi, there, Heather."
He remembered her earning her reputation as a little
slut as she made the rounds last summer; but, he was
still surprised at how quickly she melted into him and
began returning his kisses. Encouraged, his hand quickly
slid up under her blouse to grab some warm tit-flesh.
Her small titties were very firm and pointy with small,
very hard nipples.
She moaned into his mouth and slid forward on the sofa.
Bobby took his cue and removed his hand from her chest
and slid it up her thighs to her panty-covered pussy.
When his fingers pushed aside her panty elastic and
attacked her tumescent clit, she buried her face in his
chest and squirmed her way through a climax, moaning
into his sweater.
[`Christ! What a hair-trigger this little whore has!'
Bobby marvelled.]
Bobby did a quick survey of the darkened game-room and
saw that everybody else was engaged in the same type of
activity as he and Heather and decided that the time was
right.
He placed Heather on her back on the sofa and slid her
tiny red panties down her thin legs and off one foot.
She obligingly placed one foot on the floor as Bobby
lowered his face down to cover her pink, steamy gash. He
buried his face between her wet, pink lips and
alternated between thrusting his tongue deep inside her
pussy and licking, sucking, and nibbling on the little
tramp's clit. True to form, he had only just started
when she crashed into her second big orgasm.
Bobby was ready for some of his own fun but was
surprised as Heather reached down and pulled her panties
up.
"What are you doin', Heather? What about me?"
"I'll take care of you, Bobby, but you aren't going to
fuck me."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not, okay? Now just sit back."
Bobby was too horny and too tired to argue with this
drunk, young teenager. He certainly didn't want a scene;
so he sat back on the sofa and watched as Heather slowly
lowered his zipper and pulled out his hard cock.
"Oh! You're pretty big, Bobby," she said as she swung
her hair out of the way and lowered her mouth down over
his cock, sucking at his prick as she swallowed him
deeply.
"Ough!" Bobby knew he wasn't going to last long, and
damn, this little cocksucker was good! "Ohhhh!" Too
soon! Too soon, Bobby could feel his balls boiling and
ready to shoot!
Heather popped his dick out of her little mouth, wrapped
a small hankie over the tip of his cock, and began to
vigorously pump his prick up and down.
"Noooo! In your mouth! Pleeease!"
Heather mutely shook her head and continued pumping.
Bobby was too close to insist. Then, his warm cum was
filling her hankie and he was sinking back, slumping
deep into the cushions and sucking at his now-warm beer.
He watched Heather wipe her fingers and throw the hankie
behind the sofa.
He had to know. "Heather, why wouldn't you fuck me? And
why did you stop sucking my dick?"
"Because..."
"Come on, Heather. After what we just did together..."
"Alright! I went to confession today, and I don't want
to have to go again before Christmas Mass!"
* * *
Bobby chuckled to himself, recalling her comment as he
cut through the back yards of his neighbors. [`It must
be interesting being a Catholic and a slut. Somehow, the
little bitch has rationalized that fucking and sucking
are confessable sins, but hand-jobs and spreading her
pussy open to be eaten aren't! I'd like to hear that
little whore's confessions!']
To his left, Bobby noticed a bright light in one of the
houses. [`Maybe it's a bedroom!' he thought]
As he made his way over the grass to take a closer look,
Bobby happily remembered what must have been the
thousands of hours he and Scott had spent prowling the
backyards and streets in the neighborhood during all the
years they had been best friends. They were always
searching for that one woman or girl who loved to get
undressed or that couple who loved to make love with the
curtains open.
They had occasionally lucked out with a long glimpse of
some pink flesh, but their peeping-tom routine didn't
really pay off until Bobby noticed that Scott's older
sister never closed her curtains. Scott was chagrinned
that the only dependable exhibitionist in the
neighborhood was his sister, but he quickly learned to
enjoy watching her (and sometimes her and her
boyfriends) as much as Bobby did.
Now, standing outside the lit window, Bobby spied in,
only to see old Mrs. Phillips wrapping Christmas
presents.
[`Time to get home, Bobby-boy.']
* * *
Bobby quietly entered through the garage and made his
way up the back stairs. As he walked down the hall to
his room, he noticed Amanda's light was on and her door
was open a crack.
To his disappointment, as he pressed his eye to the
crack, he saw that she was in bed with the covers up to
her neck, on her side, reading a book. He pressed the
door open a little farther.
"What are you still doing up, Munchkin? You have school
tomorrow."
Amanda looked up from her book and smiled at her big
brother.
She was so beautiful, Bobby could feel his chest tighten
and his heart beating inside it.
"Hi, Bobby! I'm still studying. You're home early."
"I'm beat. I should still be going strong, `cause I'm
still on West Coast time, but I've had it."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. How was the party? All
your old friends there?"
"Some. It was a small crowd. I saw Heather Atwell
there."
"Yuck! I hope you didn't shake hands with her -- who
knows what you'd catch!"
Bobby had walked into the room and now sat down on the
bed. Amanda moved back towards the wall to give him more
room.
"Why? What do you mean, Amanda?"
"Well, let's just say that she's... ah... been around.
You don't get kicked out of school for nothing."
"She doesn't go to school with you, anymore?"
Amanda shook her head. "She got kicked out before
Thanksgiving. She was at some big party that got busted
and all the kids were doing everything -- booze, drugs,
sex -- everything! And there are rumors that she had an
abortion."
Bobby was relieved to hear that Amanda and Heather were
no longer classmates. He didn't need Heather telling his
little sister all about what went on in Scott's
basement!
"Well, I better let you get back to studying, so you can
get some sleep."
Amanda reached a hand out from under the blanket and
squeezed Bobby's biceps. "I'm glad you're home, safe and
sound, Bobby. I missed you."
"I missed you, too, Munchkin." Bobby leaned down to give
Amanda a little goodnight kiss, but she was so pretty
and so warm and soft and smelled so good, that he
pressed his lips to hers harder than he intended. His
tongue shot from his mouth and pushed between her full,
puffy lips as his hand cupped the impressive bulge of
her heavy, round, bra-less breast under the blanket.
How long did that moment last?
Bobby didn't know, but was sure it was only an instant.
But it was a magical instant. One he would kill to
repeat -- over and over again.
When the instant ended, Amanda gently rolled her head
and lips away from Bobby's and readjusted the blankets
(and her body under them).
"What are you doing, big brother?" Her gray eyes were
huge and she was smiling in a wry sort of way.
"Ah... 'Manda, I um..."
"Go to bed, Bobby. The beer and the jet-lag have you
acting crazy. Sleep tight."
"G'night, Amanda. See you tomorrow."
* * *
If he hadn't been so exhausted, Bobby would have liked
thinking about that kiss and the feel of his little
sister's firm, round breast for a while before falling
asleep. But he was exhausted. So exhausted, he fell
asleep as his head hit his pillow. But he went to sleep
with the conviction that, even if only for the briefest
micro-instant, his sexy little sister had returned his
kiss.
* * *
Chapter 3
Wednesday, December 21st
* * *
Laurie Anderson awoke to "Grandma Got Run-over By a
Reindeer" on the clock radio and quickly hit the snooze
bar. She cuddled under the down comforter and snuggled
closer to her husband, who was still dead to the world.
Finally, when the radio popped back on with Kenny G
playing some Christmas tune (At least she thought it was
a Christmas tune. With him, how could you tell?
Everything sounded the same!), Laurie rolled out of bed
with a grunt, turned the radio off, and made her way to
the bathroom, ready to begin the morning routine and
looking forward to the day.
Laurie Anderson loved the Christmas season. She still
got a giddy buzz from all the excitement, just like a
little kid. She loved the nip in the air, the shopping
and decorations, the lights, the cooking and baking, and
decorating the tree. She loved the entertaining and the
parties. Even the office was more fun -- people dressed
better than the rest of the year, there were sweet
tables and little gifts and lots of flirting. And the
kids...
She loved watching the kids at Christmas. She had really
missed Bobby being away all semester, but especially
since Thanksgiving. Watching her two children get more
animated by the day as Christmas approached was her
deepest-felt pleasure of the season, and Bobby being
three thousand miles away had changed that for her this
year. But, now he was home and things were wonderful!
If she could whistle, she would have been whistling as
she stepped from the shower and towelled herself dry.
She stepped from the bathroom into her dressing area;
and, as she did, she looked at her naked body in the
full-length mirror on the side wall.
The smooth, white body reflected in the glass didn't
look all that bad for a thirty-seven (okay, almost
thirty-eight) year old mother of two. She worked hard to
keep in shape and, so far, her efforts had been rewarded
in firmness and muscle tone. She cupped her hands under
her still-firm and heavy, round breasts. Only a slight
sag and sexier for it, she thought. Laurie smiled as she
watched the dark pink areolae crinkle up and her nipples
lengthen just from the slightest touch.
[`Oooo... I'm horny!' she giggled to herself, `I better
put these dangerous 38's away, before they get me in
trouble!']
Her eyes dropped down to her tummy. Maybe a little
softer and rounder than when she was eighteen years old,
but still pretty firm and not that far from flat. Her
eyes still sliding, they passed her womanly hips, and
stopped at her bare pussy-lips. Early in their marriage,
Robert once mentioned that pussy hair was a real turn-
off for him, and even though she wasn't overly hairy,
from that night on, she had kept it either bikini-mohawk
trimmed or cleanly shaven.
It wasn't a bother as long as she kept after it and used
the right creams and ointments. Now, after all these
years, Laurie thought no more about shaving her pussy
than she did about shaving her legs and underarms. But
as she looked in the mirror and spread her legs a little
wider, she marvelled that she still found the sight of
her own naked pussy-lips so erotic. Her pussy hair
didn't turn her off, but her naked pussy sure did turn
her on!
She shuddered as she rubbed her hands across her still-
hardening nipples.
And that was another thing Laurie thought about as she
looked at this attractive, maybe even sexy woman in the
mirror... She was beginning to believe the old wives'
tales about a woman's prime in the later years... she'd
been feeling so horny... no, horny didn't quite
encompass the feeling -- she'd been feeling so downright
randy lately! And with all the well-dressed and fast-
talking salesmen and company reps stopping by in the
office, and flirting, she'd found herself fantasizing
about naughty, sexy interludes with almost all of them!
[`Time to get dressed, Laurie-girl, and wipe those nasty
thoughts from your dirty little mind,' she thought to
herself and she stepped to her dresser.]
She quickly selected and put on her "D"-cup bra, panties
and pantyhose in the still dark bedroom and then stepped
back to her dressing area. After her make-up was applied
(just a touch heavier than usual) she slid into her
slip, silk blouse, and short black skirt. She felt
pretty and sexy when she walked out of the closet in her
highest heels.
"Yum! You look good enough to eat, Mrs. Anderson."
Laurie smiled at Robert, Sr., not missing the lump under
the comforter. "Now you say that. Where were you when I
wanted to cuddle, last night and earlier this morning?"
"Well, I'm here, now, and you still look good enough to
eat, Laurie."
"No time, Robert. I have carpool this morning and I
haven't heard a peep from Amanda's room. Have you?"
Robert shook his head and Laurie walked down the hall to
her daughter's room. When there was no answer to her
light knocks, she opened the door. The light was still
on and Amanda's history book was still open on the bed.
The poor child had fallen asleep studying!
Laurie walked to the bed and gently shook her daughter
awake. "Amanda. 'Manda, honey. Time to get up, Dear."
Amanda cracked her eyelids open. "Eh..? Oh! Okay, Mom.
I'll shower as fast as I can."
Laurie walked back into her bedroom.
The door closed behind her and she heard the lock click.
As she turned, she saw her husband standing there
wearing only a smile and an impressive morning erection
for a man of 53!
She knew what he wanted.
Over the nearly twenty years that they had been married,
Laurie knew that one of Robert's favorite turn-ons was
having sex when Laurie was all dressed up for a function
and ready to leave. Laurie couldn't guess how many times
what was about to happen this morning had happened
before. They would be dressed for a wedding or funeral
or going out to dinner and Robert would take one look at
his wife, all dressed and made-up and looking perfect,
and want her. It was cute, and Laurie was more than a
little flattered, and she had never said no to Robert.
She wasn't about to, now, either. She realized that
Robert was nearly sixteen years her senior and that the
flames of lust just weren't burning as brightly in him
as they had; but, still -- it had been a very long time
since the last time they had done "it," and an even
longer time before that. And, Laurie was missing the
routine of steady sex that they had enjoyed earlier in
their marriage.
Now, when they heard Amanda's shower start, Laurie
smiled at her husband and said, "Think we can BOTH
finish by the time she finishes her shower?"
Robert stepped behind his wife and bent her over to lean
on the bed, "Well, I can only speak for myself, Dear,
but I'm pretty sure I can!"
Laurie laughed. "Oh, you bastard! Now roll my pantyhose
down carefully. These are the only clean pair I have in
this color."
She knew as soon as she said it that she should have
rolled them down herself. Before she could stop him,
Robert mischievously inserted a finger through the seat
of her black pantyhose and ripped them open.
"Mmmmmuh!" Laurie liked being taken like this, and
Robert knew it and obligingly ripped panties and
pantyhose out of the way often, just as he was doing
this morning.
Her pantyhose were in tatters and the crotch of her
panties was carelessly pulled to the side and Robert
plunged his hard prick into his wife's hot and wet
pussy.
"Oh, yeah, Baby! You're so hot and wet and tight! I hope
you're ready, Sweetheart, 'cause I'm not gonna last too
long! You feel so good! Umh! So fuckin' goooOODD!"
To neither's surprise, Robert was cumming. Fast and
furious, gobs and gobs.
His softening dick easily slipped out of his wife's
slick cunt-hole and he fell to the bed, looking up at
his lovely wife. "Thanks."
Laurie finished the job he started and ripped the rest
of her pantyhose off her legs. They could hear Amanda's
shower turn off. "Mmmm, my pleasure, Dear. And just in
time. But you were a very bad boy -- look at my
pantyhose! I bought these to go with my skirt!"
"Bill me and wear another color, dear," Robert replied
with a grin as he strutted into the bathroom.
Laurie hoisted her skirt and slip up to her waist and
untangled her panties. They were damp with their mixed
love juices and Laurie slid them down her legs and threw
them into the hamper. She ran some water at her dressing
area and wiped her crotch as best as she could. Back at
her dresser, she searched for another pair of black-lace
panties and black pantyhose. The first black panties she
found was a G-string type, but they matched her bra.
Just as she had told Robert, she had no other black
sheer pantyhose, which meant she had to dig out her
black garterbelt and black stockings. As she finished,
donning her high heels again and smoothing her skirt,
she had to admit that after the surprise morning fuck
and the more risque undergarments she was wearing, she
felt considerably sexier going to the office than she
ever had before. And she liked the feeling. If only she
had come when Robert was fucking her, it would have been
a perfect morning!
She called through the bathroom door to Robert, "I'm
leaving, Robert. Don't forget, you have to pick 'Manda
up tonight after her practice."
"I won't forget, Laurie. Have a nice day, Sweetheart. If
you get drunk at the party, call -- don't drive."
"Okay. Bye!"
Downstairs, the timer had the coffee ready and she
enjoyed a cup while she waited for Amanda. Then the two
of them were off in the wagon to pick-up three more of
Amanda's classmates and drop them off at school.
Without a minute to spare, Laurie arrived at her desk
and began her work-day.
* * *
Laurie loved her job. Maybe not so much the exact job
she was working that morning, but she loved having a job
and being out in the work-world. She had quit her job as
a part-time secretary when she was nineteen years old
and pregnant with Bobby; and, after Amanda came along
and the two kids started school, Laurie spent a lot of
time on charities and volunteering at school, but it
wasn't satisfying.
Finally, after the boom of the Reagan years collapsed
and Robert's business began feeling a little pinch of
the recession, Laurie offered to help him in the office.
She went back to school and learned about personal
computers and wordprocessing software, graphics, and
spreadsheets. She took some accounting courses and
attended business law and management seminars.
When she was ready, Robert suggested she try her resume
in the workplace, arguing that she had worked hard to
attain her skills and deserved a real job rather than
just helping her husband; and, that the outside income
would help with the kids' rapidly approaching college
tuitions. Laurie happily agreed and was hired her second
week of job-hunting.
The company that hired her was a giant food conglomerate
and Laurie got a job in their huge warehouse and
delivery operation in the suburbs. When she started, she
was taking phone orders and checking invoices and,
through long hours and hard work, had quietly and
steadily moved up until she became one of the Regional
Director's three office assistants.
Sherman Greenberg was that director and had spotted
Laurie's potential almost from her first day on the job.
He had carefully tested her and promoted her until
Laurie had risen as high as she could in the warehouse.
Then, in November, each word filled with regret at
losing her, he had written a strong recommendation for
Laurie for an announced vacancy as a Project Leader at
Corporate headquarters, downtown.
* * *
A little before noon, as the rest of the office was
preparing the cafeteria for the Christmas party, Laurie
knocked on Sherman Greenberg's office door.
"Come in."
"Hi, Mr. Greenberg. Happy Holidays!"
"Laurie! Come in! Come in!"
"I just wanted to thank you, again, for all you've done
for me. I really appreciate your support."
"Please, no thanks are necessary. I'm a company man and
I do what I can to advance the best people so they can
do the best for the company. Please, Laurie, sit down."
Laurie closed the door and walked across the thickly
carpeted office. Sherman Greenberg had been the director
for many years and his richly furnished office spoke of
his status and the esteem in which `corporate' held him.
She sat in the comfortable leather guest chair and
placed a wrapped package on Greenberg's blotter.
"I just know I wouldn't be moving on to corporate
without your support, Mr. Greenberg."
"Let's make it `Sherman,' now, shall we, Laurie?"
"Okay. Sherman."
"You were an easy pick for the job, Laurie. You're more
than qualified. You're intelligent, ambitious, a hard
worker, and have incredible people skills. They'll be
glad they found you in no time."
"Well, thank you, Mr... ah, Sherman. But I know they
never would have considered me, way out here in the
sticks, if someone they respected hadn't brought me to
their attention."
"For that, Laurie, you are most welcome. Now, what's in
this pretty package? I hope it's another model employee
like you, so I won't miss you so much around here!"
"Open it!"
Greenberg lifted the heavy package and ripped the paper
away. Inside the box was a large, irregular rectangle of
polished marble. The marble was a deep burgundy that
perfectly matched the leather trim and accent pieces on
his desk. From a smaller box, Greenberg removed two
Waterman desk pens and a letter opener and placed them
in the holes in the marble. The piece was exquisite.
"Laurie... I don't know what to say. Thank you, so much,
it's beautiful."
Laurie was smiling broadly. "I'm glad you like it. You
deserve it. You've been a wonderful boss, Mr... ah...
Sherman."
"That's been my pleasure, too. So, today's your last day
with us here, when do you start downtown?"
"January 3rd. I'm nervous."
"Don't be, Laurie. You'll be fine. Just be aware that
the ah... atmosphere is very different down there."
"Do you mean office politics?"
"Office politics, for sure. It can get pretty nasty.
You've been out here so long, where we are more like a
family. It won't be like that down there. Watch your
back and make powerful allies. And be on guard!"
"On guard?"
"Against jealous peers and predatory managers. You know
there's a big sexual harassment suit going on, don't
you? And at the last directors' meeting, there were
rumors of two more possible ones."
"Ha! I'm too old and too married. Those execs are
picking on the young honeys! I'm not worried about being
sexually harassed."
Sherman Greenberg, sixty-one years old, married, short,
rotund, and nearly bald, looked down at his desk blotter
and mumbled something into his chest.
Laurie leaned forward in her chair. "Pardon me? I'm
sorry, I didn't hear you, Sherman."
Greenberg didn't look up, but raised his voice
sufficiently to be heard, "I said, `You are the one I'd
harass.'"
Laurie Anderson felt herself blushing. She sat back in
the chair and looked at Greenberg. She didn't see a
short, fat, bald, old man -- she saw her soon-to-be-ex-
boss who had been fair, honest, pleasant and always a
gentleman. She just now realized that he saw her as more
than an employee, he saw her as an attractive woman and
she wasn't offended -- she was pleased, and surprised.
"Well, Mr. Greenberg, I'll take that comment in the way
I think it was intended and consider it a complement."
Greenberg looked at Laurie. His eyes were full of
affection for her. "Please, Laurie, forgive me. I've
never sexually harassed a woman in thirty-three years
with the company. It's just that you... you..."
Laurie stood up and walked around the desk and took
Sherman Greenberg's hands into hers. She looked down
into his moist eyes, and then lowered herself to one
knee, to be on the same level. "No apology necessary,
Sherman. I think I understand."
"Good, because I don't!" Greenberg looked deeply into
Laurie's beautiful blue eyes, and to both their
surprise, a tear rolled down his cheek.
"I've never felt about a woman the way I feel about you,
Laurie. Not some crazy teenage passion or lust, but a
real, deep affection; like I was your father and big
brother and best friend and protector all rolled into
one."
Laurie caught his tear with her thumb and then licked it
off. She was touched. Deeply. She realized that over the
last several years, she had appreciated and enjoyed
Sherman acting in all those roles towards her. She felt
affection for him and now realized just how much she
would miss working for him every day. And in an instant,
Laurie thought of the perfect way to thank Sherman
Greenberg for all his kindnesses.
Almost without thinking about it, Laurie lowered her
other knee and she began lowering Greenberg's zipper. It
was surprising and impulsive, but, to Laurie, it felt so
right.
"Wha...!" Greenberg's hand flitted towards his crotch.
Laurie grasp his hand gently and smiled up at him. Then
she placed her finger over her smiling red lips, "Shhh."
His cock was exposed, and much to his surprise and
delight, it was hardening in Laurie's magical, warm
grasp. He felt joy.
Laurie knew no one would dare open Mr. Greenberg's door
without knocking, so she felt relaxed as she lowered her
mouth down and over Sherman's pink, little cock.
Sherman Greenberg was sure the top of his head was just
going to blow off. He hadn't felt like this in years and
years. Comfortably married for forty years, he enjoyed
sex on the one or two occasions a month when he and his
wife were both in the mood, but nothing like this! As
Laurie licked and slurped and sucked and nibbled, he
tried to remember the last time his penis had been in a
woman's mouth and was momentarily depressed to realize
that it had been when he was a very young man in the
navy!
Laurie had to admit that sex in the office was very
stimulating. [`Maybe there is something to all this
sexual harassment stuff!' she thought.] Kneeling in
front of her boss with his dick in her mouth was a real
turn-on for her. His penis was warm and pink and smooth
and smelled clean and fresh. And, she could tell by his
breathing, Sherman was enjoying her attentions, and she
tried her best to make it special for him.
Again, for the second time that day, the end was coming
too soon, because she felt Sherman's breathing and hip-
jerking change rhythm and knew the end was here. She
slipped her wet mouth back to the lipstick-smeared head
of his cock and sucked as she licked the tender
underside.
Sherman Greenberg arched his back and bit into the back
of his hand to stop himself from screaming as he began
the most wonderful orgasm he had had in decades -- maybe
ever!
When he was totally drained dry and finally was able to
open his eyes, he watched his beautiful and sexy Laurie
Anderson sucking and licking his quickly shrinking penis
clean. Then he watched as she sat back on her heels, and
with her finger, pushed some of his cum that had escaped
at the corners of her mouth back into her mouth and
licked her finger.
[`Oh, what a woman!' he thought. `Why, oh, why did I
ever get her that job downtown?' he moaned to himself.]
"Ah... Laurie. I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything, Sherman," she smiled. "I enjoyed
that as much as I think you did."
And she had. Feeling sexy and naughty, blowing the boss
in his office, her pussy already filled with her
husband's cum. It was turning into one hell of a day!
* * *
Chapter 4
Wednesday, December 21st
* * *
Laurie left Sherman's office to join the big Christmas
party. Sherman said he wanted to clean up and finish
some work before he joined them.
The cafeteria had been decorated and the tables were
piled high with food -- from cookies and candy to baked
hams and roast turkeys. Company policy forbade alcoholic
beverages on the premises, but there were urns of coffee
and big coolers overflowing with ice-cold juice drinks
and sodas.
The atmosphere was relaxed and there were a lot of
smiles and hugs and flirting. All the employees were
there, as well as salesmen and supplier representatives,
and the men far outnumbered the women. Laurie was
getting more than her share of attention, especially the
way she looked in her heels and short skirt.
By 2 p.m., people were drifting out of the cafeteria.
Some were going home, some shopping, and some to local
taverns to add a little alcoholic glow to the
proceedings.
Laurie said her good-byes, as this was her last day at
the warehouse, and she was packing her stationwagon with
a few presents and her personal items from her desk when
Joanie, her friend and co-worker approached her.
"I cain't believe you're really leavin' us, hon. I am
sure gonna be missin' you. But don't you split on us
yet, sweetie. A few of us are goin' to `Clancy's' for a
drink or two. Come with us?"
Laurie hugged Joanie, again. "Mmmm... I'll miss you,
too. I should be getting home, but a drink sounds good.
Who's going?"
Joanie grinned evilly and stuck her fist under her coat
and pushed it out at the groin, "A whole flock of us,
but most important, Sam `The Man' is goin'. Woo woo!"
Sam Agro was a young, short, well-built, dark Greek who
worked on the loading dock. Women's-room gossip spread
the word that Sam had an enormous prick and was more
than willing to share it. Laurie had heard all the
stories about Sam. She often wondered if Joanie --
skinny, unattractive, married, mother of four, and in
dire need of an orthodontist, but just a little bit wild
-- had had a first-hand experience with the monster,
because she was always coy and would neither confirm nor
deny Laurie's suspicions.
Laurie smiled at her friend and winked, "Well, that does
sound tempting."
"Come on, Laurie, honey! We'll ply'im with drinks and
take advantage of his in-e-bri-a-ted state. There's room
enough for both of us to ride that pony between his
legs! It'll be fun!"
And fun it was.
* * *
By four-thirty that afternoon, the bar crowd had shrunk
considerably, leaving only those who wanted to get drunk
or wanted to get lucky... and Laurie. She wasn't sure
which she wanted to get.
There were eleven of them, seven men and four women,
sitting around a big table in Clancy's backroom. Someone
went to the bar for another round of drinks and returned
with a bowl of bright red maraschino cherries on the
tray with the drinks.
Joanie took her beer off the tray and looked at the
bowl, "Well, those are the only cherries in this room!"
Everyone laughed, and Ed, who brought the cherries, held
one up by the stem.
"Remember that show, `Twin Peaks' that used to be on?
Remember the little slut that could tie the cherry stem
in a knot with her tongue? The thought of that used to
drive me crazy. I was just wondering if any of you
ladies are as talented."
Joanie stood up and grabbed the cherry from Ed and
popped it into her mouth. Everyone at the table began
laughing loudly as her face went through exaggerated
contortions until, finally, with a shout of triumph,
Joanie dramatically reached in and held the cherry up
between her fingers -- the stem was in a perfect
overhand knot.
"Simple as pie!" She bowed to the applause and offered
the bowl to Laurie. "Laurie, hon, you want to try next?"
Laurie grabbed a cherry from the bowl and popped it in
her mouth. After several moments of concentrated effort,
she had to admit defeat to the crowd. She couldn't do
it.
Joanie patted her on the back, "Gee, I thought you would
have been a natural at that, hon."
Laurie smiled an angelic smile as she bit the cherry and
said, "I'm not used to anything that small in my mouth!"
As the men hooted and whistled at Laurie's comment, the
other two women tried their luck with the cherries. One
succeeded and the other failed.
Marsha, the other woman who couldn't tie the knot, said
that the only thing she had tried with cherries was the
game "Pass the Cherry," at which she claimed to be an
expert.
To the ensuing questions, she explained that the game
was like "Trivial Pursuit" with someone asking someone
else a question. If the answer was right, that person
asked the next question. If he or she was wrong, the
asker took a cherry with a stem and the answerer took
one without a stem and they had to pass them by mouth.
The game won everyone's immediate approval and Ed
volunteered to ask the first question.
Because there were fewer women, they decided the women
should go in the order they were seated, making Joanie
first and Laurie third. The men would take their turn
clockwise around the table.
Ed, looking very serious, pointed at Joanie and asked,
"Joanie, what team won the first Superbowl?"
Joanie looked at the other women, who all shook their
heads and said, "So! That's the way we're gonna play
this game! Well, let's just get to the fun part, Ed."
She grabbed two cherries and sat down on Ed's lap. After
removing the stem of one cherry, she popped one in his
mouth and sucked the other in between her lips and then
the two of them proceeded to share a very deep, very
passionate, open-mouthed, two-minute kiss. The tone for
the game had been set.
Thirty minutes later, the women all looked a little
disheveled. They had all been around the table at least
once and the kissing had become even more amorous, with
a lot of feeling and grabbing going on.
Marsha and one of the company reps, after a particularly
long and passionate session of cherry-passing -- during
which the rep's hand disappeared under Marsha's skirt --
said their goodbyes and left, hand in hand.
When it was Sam's turn to ask Laurie a question, she
excused herself to go to the bathroom. As she finished
in the stall and was about to pull her panties up, she
was struck with a thought and smiled broadly.
When she returned to the table, she sat on Sam's lap and
said, "I don't need a question and I can't take anymore
fucking cherries!"
Then, before they began to kiss, Laurie leaned close to
Sam's ear and whispered, "Could you be a dear and hold
these for me, Sam?"
Sam looked down at his hand and saw that Laurie had just
handed him her tiny, black lace panties!
During the kiss, Sam's hand worked its way up under
Laurie's skirt, over the top of her stockings, across
her bare thigh, and into the warmth and wetness of her
naked pussy! Laurie felt his prick responding and
immediately began to believe those rumors about Sam.
"Let's get out of here, Sam! Now!" she whispered.
"Sure. We go now, Laurie."
They bid their farewells, wishing everyone a "Merry
Christmas." Joanie hugged her friend and whispered,
"Don't forget to stop and get some K-Y, honey. Believe
me, you're gonna need it!"
Outside, the air was cool, but not cold. Laurie took Sam
by the hand and led him to her big stationwagon.
Sam pointed to his old pick-up truck and said, "Laurie,
I drive, you drive. You follow me `cause I live close."
Laurie unlocked the doors and pulled Sam in after her.
She started the car and turned the heat on. Pushing
packages out of the way and folding down the back seat,
she opened her coat and smiled, "Sam, I can't wait to go
anywhere else. If we don't do this right now, right
here, I'll probably loose my nerve."
Sam began removing his jacket and then ripped down his
zipper, "Oh, no! No back out, now, lady. Sammy give it
to you right now so you can't change your mind!"
Laurie lay back on the floor and watched Sam in the
subdued light. She could see the bulge in his jeans, and
she wet her lips with her tongue in anticipation of what
was coming next. Sam placed his hands on his hips and
pushed his jeans and underwear down off his hips in one
motion.
"O.h..m.y..g.o.d!" Laurie's lower jaw dropped when Sam's
prick popped into view. The rumors and gossip were true
-- he was huge. Not just long, he was massive around and
Laurie was slightly afraid he could do some damage --
but she was too hot to care.
"I'm wet, honey, but be careful with that thing." Laurie
pulled her skirt up and over her hips and buns and
spread her legs as wide as the wagon would allow.
Sam knelt between her stocking-clad legs and preened,
holding his hardening cock in his hand, "You like? Sammy
know how to fuck, for sure. He show you the best time."
"Oh, Sam, I'm ready, but put a rubber on, first!"
"Wha..? Sammy don't like the rubber. He's clean. No
problem."
"Come on, Sam. You want it and I want it, but I need you
to wear a rubber."
"Okay, okay." With swiftness driven by desperation,
Sammy found his wallet, pulled out a foil square, and
ripped it open. "You put it on!"
Laurie propped herself up on her elbows and smiled,
"Sure, my pleasure." She held the large condom against
the almost purple head of the huge cock and began to
slowly roll it down it's length. As her fingers moved
further and further along its length, she opened her
mouth and sucked the end of his sheathed penis into her
hot mouth. "Mmmmmmmm!"
"Mmmm... You good. But let's fuck, now!" Sam pushed
Laurie gently away from him and placed his dick at the
entrance to her bare pussy. Slowly, oh so slowly, he
lowered himself onto and into the sexy woman. She was
tight and he liked them tight, even if they didn't stay
that way long.
"Ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod..." Laurie was almost
lost in a tantric-like chant. It had been a long time
[`Too long!' she thought to herself] since she had had
her pussy filled with a cock like Sam's.
Her whole day had been building up to this moment.
First, in the shower, playing with her sensitive
nipples, then the quickie-fuck with Robert, changing
into garterbelt and stockings, blowing Sherman, all the
flirting, all the kisses and feels at the bar, and now,
this. This total, filling satisfaction!
She didn't expect Sam to be a maestro, so she wasn't
surprised when he just plowed that hard monster in and
out of her hungry pussy. She didn't care -- in fact, she
was enjoying the raunchy fuck in the back of the family
stationwagon even more than she had expected to -- it
was exactly the naughty, nasty kind of fuck she had been
fantasizing about for the last few weeks.
Denied twice earlier in the day, Laurie was quickly
building up to a monumental climax. She could feel it
start in her toes and in the hair on her head and it was
racing to her pussy from both directions -- and it was
going to be spectacular!
And it was!
Laurie was transported to someplace beyond. Sam's big
cock pounded into her again and again and her whole
existence focused on the sensation in her pussy and in
her brain. He was fucking her soul.
When she regained semi-consciousness, Laurie wasn't sure
how long she had been coming, but Sam was still plowing
away in her pussy, and another orgasm was, unbelievably,
not far away.
But before she got there, Sam `The Man' began grunting
like an animal as he pumped away in her. With a loud
grunt and a long hiss of breath, Laurie knew he was
coming.
Sam collapsed on Laurie. "Sammy good, eh? You like doin'
it with Sam `The Man?'"
"Oh, yeah, Sam. That was good." Laurie hesitated only an
instant before deciding what to do next. "You said you
live close by?"
Sam smiled, "You want more Sammy, eh? Sure, I live
close. Three minutes."
Laurie propped herself up on her elbows and watched as
Sam slid his glistening, wet, sheathed cock out of her
pink pussy. Even after coming, its dimensions were still
impressive. Laurie wasn't ready to call it a day, yet.
"Do you have rubbers at your place, Sam, or should I
stop and get some?"
"Sure. Sure. I got'em. Follow me. We fuck some more."
Pulling out of the parking lot behind Sam's beat-up old
pick-up, Laurie wasn't sure she was doing the right
thing. But then, she remembered how that monster-cock
had felt planted in her horny pussy and she picked up
the cell-phone and dialed Robert's number.
"Hi, honey! ...Yes, the party was very nice. Listen,
would you mind if I stopped for a drink with some of the
girls? They want to wish me a fond farewell... Thanks,
honey. Don't forget 'Manda... Okay, I love you, too...
Bye."
Laurie giggled as she looked at her steamed-over windows
in her rearview mirror. [`Sheeze, like two horny
teenagers!' she thought.]
In only a block or two, Laurie would swear she could
feel her clit tingle, untouched, as she saw Sam signal
to turn into his apartment complex. [`Christ!' she
thought, `I'm still so fucking horny, I hope the bedroom
isn't too far from the front door!']
* * *
Chapter 5
Wednesday, December 21st
* * *
Helen Shuler watched the girls finish their laps around
the gym. This was the best ninth-grade basketball team
she had ever coached. They were already five-and-one
(and losing that game by a point in overtime!), and she
expected them to do well in the league this year, maybe
even the finals. She had a tall center and a forward
with a good shot, and -- for once -- a real guard.
Oh, did she have a guard! Amanda Anderson was smart,
aggressive, and could handle the ball. She even had a
steadily-improving shot from the three-point circle.
Amanda Anderson had everything and Helen Shuler, twenty-
nine, teacher, coach, counselor, and lesbian had a deep,
all-consuming, beyond-rational, lustful crush on her.
Helen didn't know how to deal with it. Over the years,
she had been attracted to, and had even had affairs with
other students, but those times had been nothing like
this. The girls had been older, and for the most part,
had come on to her. Some girls were glad to find another
lesbian, and some had only wanted to experiment (which
Helen didn't mind).
The affairs had been sweet and mutual and... ah...
relaxed. Nothing at all like what she felt for this 14-
year-old nymph. She wanted to grab Amanda, rip her
clothes off her ripe, young body, throw her across her
desk, and bury her face so deep, for so long, between
Amanda's beautiful thighs, that Helen would have to
worry about getting enough air to breathe.
And it wasn't just her spectacular legs. Helen watched
Amanda intently as she ran, laughing and talking, around
the gym, her pony-tail bobbing with each stride. The
young girl took her breath away every time she looked at
her. Amanda's huge gray eyes looked at you with both
knowledge and naivete. Her bee-stung lips were sensuous
whether she was smiling or pouting. Her face was
beautiful, her skin, flawless.
The just-developing little freshman that had tried out
for field hockey in August now stood fuller and firmer
and rounder than any 14-year-old had a right to be. Last
week, Helen had snuck into Amanda's locker while she was
showering and gasped as she saw the size tag in the
girl's bra -- 34-D! On other occasions, the coach had
felt Amanda's tiny, little silk and cotton panties,
smelling the crotch and feeling her heart quicken. To
Helen, Amanda exuded a strong image of sexy innocence,
of sweet sluttiness, and the coach was captured in the
girl's aura.
Helen experienced an involuntary shiver and snapped out
of her thoughts. She blew her whistle twice and clapped
her hands, "Alright, alright. That's enough running for
now. Hit the showers. And, remember, no practice until
the twenty-seventh, but I expect everybody to be here --
on time and rested. Amanda Anderson! Front and center!"
"Yes, Miss Shuler?"
"Amanda, you missed the front end of two one-and-ones in
the last game; step to the line until you hit ten in a
row."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You'll be the one handling the ball at the end of the
game and you're gonna get fouled; so you should practice
free throws after practice, when you're tired and your
legs are dead. Making ten in a row adds pressure, like
in a game."
Amanda took the ball and stepped to the line. Never a
cross look or a pissy mood, Helen marveled. [`Why can't
all players have this girl's attitude?']
Amanda missed two and then made three. After the next
miss she made six in a row and then missed two, again.
As she stood under the basket and threw the ball back to
Amanda, Helen had listened to the showers stop and then
watched the other girls leaving. She and Amanda were the
only people left in the gym.
"Okay, Anderson, that's four in a row. Make your next
shot and we'll call it a day."
Amanda's next shot hit the backboard and every part of
the rim before it fell through the net.
Helen and Amanda both laughed and Helen put her arm
around the girl's shoulders as they walked to the
lockerroom. "I don't know if we should count that one,
Amanda!"
"Aw, Miss Shuler! It went in. It just took a little time
to make up its mind!"
"Amanda, can you lock both of the doors? It's just us,
and we can go out my office door."
"Sure, Miss Shuler."
Helen went into the lockerroom and started undressing.
As her clothes piled up on the floor, she wondered what
she was doing. She was committed in a stable, long-term
relationship with a woman she loved, she was a respected
staff member, and a professional; but, here she was,
risking it all, getting naked to shower with this
indescribably sexy 14-year-old girl, who had never given
Helen even the slightest sign of being attracted to her.
Helen admitted to herself that that was all true -- yet,
none of it meant anything to her at that moment.
Amanda entered the lockerroom and hesitated for only the
briefest instant when she saw Helen standing naked at
the entrance to the showerroom.
"Do you mind if I shower with you, Amanda? I'm done all
my paperwork and I want to get going, too. If you mind,
I can wait until you're done..."
Amanda sat on the bench and began taking her shoes and
socks off. "I-I don't mind, Miss Shuler. I'll be right
there."
Helen stood and watched Amanda undress. After the shoes
and socks, Amanda stood and pulled off her jersey and
dropped her shorts. With a quick sideways glance at
Helen (during which the coach's heart stopped beating
for fear that the girl HAD changed her mind), Amanda
then pulled her sportsbra off her breasts and over her
head. Quickly, she bent over and dropped her bike-shorts
and panties to the floor, grabbed her soap and towel and
ran into the showerroom in front of her coach.
The coach was breathing fast. When Amanda pulled her
sportsbra off and exposed her breasts, Helen thought
that she had never seen a more perfect set of round,
firm breasts. When the girl lowered her panties, Helen
almost swooned -- the girl's pussy was almost bare, with
only the lightest dew-cover of honey-blonde hairs!
Helen followed Amanda into the shower.
Amanda was shampooing her hair and had her eyes closed.
Helen stood under the hot water and soaked in all of the
girl's firm, taut, naked, young body. She was hot, she
was gone, she was out of control.
Helen stepped next to Amanda and put her hands on top of
the girl's lather-filled head. "Hey, how about I do
yours and you do mine?"
"S-S-Sure, Miss Shuler."
The coach stepped closer and felt the hard nipples on
her small breasts brush against the teenager's back and
she shuddered, again, with the sensation of being so
close to the object of her lust, at last.
"Mmmmm... Your hands feel good, Miss Shuler."
"When you're a coach, you have to give a lot of
massages. Have you ever had a full body massage,
Amanda?"
"You mean, like you see at the wealthy spas on TV? No.
They always look too rough."
"Okay, rinse off. Well, yes, like you see on TV, but it
doesn't have to be rough. If it's done right, it loosens
everything up and you feel wonderful."
Amanda stepped back under the water and rinsed her hair.
Then she filled her hand with shampoo and turned to her
coach, "Now it's your turn!"
Helen noticed that Amanda seemed to have lost any
embarrassment at being naked together, and her hopes
rose that this could turn into something special. She
stepped close to the girl and bent her knees to lower
her head to Amanda's level. In doing that, she came face
to face with those big, round D-cuppers of Amanda's and
had to struggle vigorously to keep from reaching out and
grabbing them in her hands.
Amanda spilled the shampoo onto her coach's head and
began to massage it into her scalp. At first, she was
tentative, but became more energetic as she listened to
Miss Shuler's grunts of approval. Getting into the
shampooing, she didn't even seem to notice when Helen
reached up and placed her hands on Amanda's shoulders,
to steady herself.
All too soon for Helen, Amanda stepped away and said,
"Okay, you can rinse, now."
As the coach began to rinse, she saw Amanda soaping her
body. She could feel the heat and moistness in her pussy
as she watched the girl slather the soap over and around
her breasts, and then move down to soap her thighs and
finally between her legs. The girl was behaving totally
innocently, yet watching her was like watching an x-
rated video where the actress was trying to turn the
viewers on.
"I can wash your back," Helen offered.
Amanda smiled at her through the water, "No, thanks. I'm
fine. But thanks for the great shampoo. My scalp is
still tingling."
The shower was ending and Helen didn't know how to
extend it without exposing her real motives. "I can give
you that massage. We have the training room to
ourselves."
Amanda turned her showerhead off and grabbed a towel.
"Ummm, you really made that sound good, Miss Shuler, but
I better be getting. My daddy's probably waiting
outside, already."
Helen turned the water off and dejectedly followed
Amanda into the lockerroom. She thought that Amanda,
after a brief initial hesitation, had become totally
natural and at ease in the shower; she gave no signs of
arousal or come-on to the teacher. To say she was
disappointed was an understatement of her deep emotions
at that moment. As she finished dressing, Amanda walked
up to her and handed her a beautifully wrapped package.
"What's this?"
"Du-uh! It's a Christmas present, Miss Shuler! Put it
under your tree and open it on Christmas morning and
think about me. I have to go, now. Have a Merry
Christmas, and I'll see you at practice on the twenty-
seventh." Amanda jumped up on the bench and kissed her
coach on the cheek and then ran out the door in the
coach's office.
Helen Shuler looked at the package in her hand. As she
smelled Amanda's lingering fresh fragrance and heard the
door in her office close, she sat down hard on the
wooden bench. She began to cry thinking about how hard
it will be to *NOT* think about sexy, sweet little
Amanda over Christmas break. She knew what she really
wanted for Christmas, and she had come so close, but now
she knew she wasn't going to get it.
* * *
As Amanda and Robert walked in from the garage, Bobby
was just hanging up the phone.
"Hi, Bobby. Your Mom called me at the office a little
while ago and said she was going out to dinner and
drinks with the `girls' from the office and would be
home late tonight. So I ordered pizzas and they should
be here soon."
Later, over pizzas and beers (Robert told Amanda `One,
only -- and don't tell your mom!') the three of them sat
and laughed as they watched, for the umpteenth time,
Chevy Chase and the crazy Griswald family celebrate
their `fun, family Christmas.'
* * *
Chapter 6
Thursday, December 22nd
* * *
Laurie Anderson awoke hung-over, dried-up, and fucked-
out. She frowned remembering why she was hung-over and
dried-up -- soon after arriving at Sam's apartment, the
night before, she joined him in sharing a bottle of
cheap red wine. Why, oh why did she drink all that wine?
Now she had an unbelievable headache and was dehydrated.
She smiled as she slowly sat up in bed and recalled why
she was all fucked-out... Mmmm...
There was a knock on the door.
"Mom?" It was Bobby. "Mom, are you awake?"
Head pounding, desperate to lower the volume, Laurie
spoke softly, "Yes, Dear, I'm awake. What is it?"
Thankfully, Bobby lowered his voice, too. "Dad said he
was letting you sleep in, today, and for me to take
'Manda to school. Well, 'Manda's in school, there's
coffee downstairs, and I'm going out shopping again.
Will you pick the Munchkin up at two o'clock, or should
I?"
Laurie looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 10
a.m. She silently thanked god that she had married such
a thoughtful man.
"I'll pick your sister up, Bobby. Will you be home for
dinner?"
"Sure."
"Need money?"
"Well... A little cash wouldn't hurt."
Laurie sighed a smile and pulled the covers up and held
them with her underarms. "I get the picture. Come on in,
Bobby."
Bobby opened the door and walked into his parents'
bedroom. His mother was sitting up in the king-sized bed
and was pointing to a pile of clothes on the floor.
"My handbag should be right over there, Dear. Just bring
it to me and I'll see what kind of cash I can find."
Bobby stepped across the room and bent to pick up his
mother's handbag. As he did, he noticed a black, lacy
garterbelt and two black stockings lying on top of the
pile of discarded clothes. The thought of his mother --
or any woman, but especially his sexy mother -- wearing
that garterbelt and those stockings was too much for the
boy. He could feel his prick growing hard and straining
against the front of his trousers.
Laurie took the bag from her son's hand and rummaged
around in its depths. Bobby stood next to the bed,
looking at his mother's bare shoulders and back and
trying to see some cleavage as the covers moved with her
hands, and he knew his erection was getting harder, not
softer.
"Ah, here's some. I have two twenties for you. Is that
enough, Dear?"
Bobby looked down into her vibrant blue eyes and nodded,
"Sure, Mom. That's more than enough. Thanks."
At the same time he wanted to run out of the room before
she saw his steel-hard erection, Bobby wanted to jump on
the bed and rip the covers off his mother so he could
finally see all of that fantastic body she had -- with
or without garterbelt and stockings.
He took the two bills from her hand and thanked her
again.
Laurie shook her head as Bobby closed the bedroom door
behind him. [`My, my, my. That was some erection my
little boy had!' she thought. `The men in this house
sure are lusty in the morning!']
She slipped back down in the bed and pulled the covers
up to her nose and luxuriated in the warmth for a few
more minutes.
* * *
Bobby quickly made his way back to his room and dropped
his pants. With one hand, he freed his still-hard prick
from his shorts and with the other pumped some handcream
in his palm. After five pleasure-filled but lonely
minutes, Bobby cleaned up the mess and dressed again.
Then, as he was walking down the hall, past his mother's
room, he heard her grunting as she exercised and he
wondered if she exercised naked. That image sent another
tremble through his young body. [`I gotta get the fuck
out of here!']
* * *
Laurie finally dragged herself out of her bed and made
her way to the bathroom. After emptying her full bladder
and gulping down four aspirins and three tumblers of
cold water, she wanted a shower, desperately, but knew
she'd feel better sooner if she did her morning
exercises.
Still unable to stand the noise, she turned the volume
all the way down before starting her exercise tape on
the TV. As she got moving -- still naked, if Bobby had
only known! -- and felt herself get into her rhythm and
her blood pumping, her mind drifted back to the previous
night. To Sam Agro and his big cock and...
* * *
Sam's apartment was in a low-rent district, and as he
opened the door for Laurie, she saw that the
housekeeping was definitely "bachelor pad standard."
Sam took her coat and threw his and hers on the sofa. He
took her by the hand and began pulling her through the
apartment, stopping only long enough to grab a bottle of
cheap red wine and two short tumblers on their way into
the bedroom.
The bed was unmade, but to Laurie's relief, the sheets
looked clean. She began to undress as Sam poured the
wine and watched her. She removed her blouse, unzipped
her skirt, and pulled her slip over her head. Then she
unsnapped her bra, acting a little coy as she dropped it
to the floor.
"You got some great tits, Laurie," Sam said as he
toasted her with his wine. "We talk about your boobs at
work. You got the best."
Laurie felt herself blushing. "Thanks, Sam. Not bad for
an old lady, huh?"
"You notta old lady, Laurie. You got plenty miles left.
Ha! Now, let's see the rest."
Laurie pulled her skirt over her hips and let it fall to
the floor.
Sam made an enthusiastic comment in Greek as he looked
at Laurie in just her stockings, garterbelt, and heels.
He still had her panties in his pocket. "Jesus Christ!
You got no pussy hair! You shave it?"
Laurie cocked her leg to the side, giving Sam a better
look at her bare pussy. "Of course I shave it! Do you
like it?"
"Like it? I no see a cunt like dat since I was a little
boy fuckin' all the little girls in the neighborhood! I
want to fuck you, again, for sure!"
Laurie gulped down the glass of harsh wine Sam handed
her and he refilled it. She swallowed most of that, and
sat on the bed to remove her shoes and stockings.
As she did, she had a fleeting thought of Robert, and
how horny he had been that morning. She felt a little
pang of guilt, but this wasn't the first time in their
marriage that she had cheated on Robert. After a very
active sex-life in high school and her first two years
of college, Laurie had immediately settled down with
Robert and got pregnant with Bobby.
She never dreamed of being unfaithful until years later,
when Amanda was old enough for day care and Laurie had
too much free time on her hands. She'd been bored and
had brief flings with the golf and tennis pros at their
club, and had a wild weekend with an old flame at a high
school reunion.
But, since then, once she started back to school and
finally got a job, she never strayed, again. Until
today. A blow-job to her boss and fucking in the back of
her car and now this with the big-dicked stud from the
loading dock! Who would have guessed? Not her.
As Laurie was undressing, Sam ripped off his shirt and
dropped his pants and shorts, pulling them over his
shoes and socks. When they were both naked, Sam pulled
Laurie onto her back and knelt between her legs, ready
to fuck.
"Not so fast, honey," said Laurie. "How `bout we spend
some time warming each other up?"
"I see your bare cunt an' I'm hot to go now!"
"Not yet, Sam. Here," she smiled as she lifted her right
breast up to Sam's mouth, "don't you like big tits?"
Sam licked his tongue, wet, flat and wide, roughly
across her nipple and Laurie felt the sexual tremble
course through her body. She reached down and grasped
Sam's cock. It was hard and hot and big. She could feel
it throb in her hand and she got hotter, anticipating
that monster splitting her pussy wide, again.
"Oh, shit, Sam! You're right, I'm hot to fuck, too! I
can't wait to feel that thing inside me! Put a rubber
on!"
"I forgot!" Sam quickly moved across the bed on his
knees and pulled a foil square out of the nightstand
drawer. As he placed it at the tip of his cock, Laurie
impatiently pushed his hand away and unrolled the sheath
down the length of his erection with both hands.
"Okay, now, Sam. Fuck my bald, naked, hairless pussy!"
And he did.
As Sam buried himself in her tight, hungry pussy, Laurie
reconfirmed a realization she had had years ago -- that
all that talk about cock size not making a difference is
bullshit. Physically that may be so, although she'd
argue that one, but mentally and emotionally, there was
nothing like getting pounded with a huge cock.
Her first big one, and the biggest dick she'd ever had
until Sam, had been in her freshman year of college.
She'd allowed a good-looking professor to seduce her,
and had been surprised by the sheer size of his cock
when she first saw it. She wasn't a virgin, and he was
an accomplished lover and never hurt her with his
monster.
And, although she had had many lovers, good and bad,
after that professor, she always missed the feeling of
stretched fullness and debauched randiness that he gave
her when they fucked. That same stretched fullness and
debauched randiness she was enjoying now, as Sam plowed
deeply into her slick, greedy pussy.
They were both into the physical pleasure of their fuck
and were loud in their enjoyment. Sam was mumbling in
Greek between grunts and Laurie was moaning and urging
Sam harder, faster and deeper.
Soon, Laurie could feel another climax building up
inside her. It had all the signs of being even bigger
and more intense than her orgasm in her car. She was
just letting herself go, drifting up the slope to the
pleasure heights, when she heard Sam grunting loudly and
in rhythm with his thrusts, and she knew she wasn't
going to make it this time. Sam had beat her to the
finish.
Sam finished and slowed his movement until he was soon
lying on top of Laurie, his head resting between her
sweaty breasts. With a jerk, he rose to his knees and
slipped his soft prick out of her pussy.
"I go wash up and we drink some more wine and we go
again. Alright?"
Still close to orgasm, Laurie smiled at the younger man
and nodded. As he padded off to the bathroom, Laurie
reached for the wine bottle and, unwilling to move and
get her glass, she swigged several large gulps from the
bottle.
"I like a woman who drinks wine from the bottle and
isn't afraid to make a little noise in bed."
"Wha-! Who are you?!" Laurie jerked in surprise at the
stranger's voice, spilling the last of the red wine down
her neck and chest. Seeing the top sheet and covers in a
tangled pile on the floor, there wasn't anything to
cover her nakedness with, so she decided to brazen her
way through.
When she looked up at the doorway, she saw the most
handsome young man she had ever seen in her life. His
dark hair on a chiseled face combined for a male model's
aura. And to her shock, but also to her mounting
pleasure, she saw that the beautiful head was perched on
a short but beautiful body, that happened to be bare-
assed naked! This exquisite creature was standing there,
smiling at Laurie, naked and proudly displaying a semi-
erect cock about the same size as Sam's.
"I'm Sam's younger brother, Theo. You spilled some wine.
Would you like me to clean it up for you?"
Laurie looked down at the several streaks of wine that
had dribbled down her breasts. She trembled slightly
when she noticed that one drop was hanging on the nipple
on her right breast.
She returned her gaze to the beautiful creature at the
door. Smiling, she asked, "Do you always barge in on
your brother's business, like this?"
He smiled back, showing perfect white teeth, "I'm not
exactly `barging.' The door was open and you weren't
exactly being quiet."
"You... You didn't watch us -- did you?"
Theo laughed a deep laugh, "Well, like the president
said, I looked, but I didn't really see anything.
Besides, I don't see anything you should be embarrassed
about -- you're beautiful." With that, his dick twitched
a few more degrees closer to ninety-degrees out from his
body.
"Thank you, I guess. Are you always so forward with your
brother's ah... dates?"
"No, not always. But he hasn't had any that looked like
you before. And besides, he's not the jealous type."
"You don't sound like Sam."
"You mean where's my accent? I've been over here since I
was four; Sam's only been here a couple of years. Here,
let me get that for you." Theo took three steps across
the room, leaned down and licked the wine drop from
Laurie's right breast.
Laurie was lost to the moment and reached around Theo's
head, bringing his lips up to hers and crushing his lips
into his teeth as she forced her tongue into his mouth.
Theo's smooth hands moved up her body to her breasts and
gently cupped her heavy flesh. His fingers began to
softly and expertly tweak and touch her erect nipples
and Laurie felt herself moisten in anticipation.
[`Goddammit! He's not much older than my son, but I want
this young Greek god and Sam can go fuck himself if he
doesn't like it!' she thought.]
In only a few short moments, after Theo's lips had
explored her ear and neck, and found their way back to a
nipple, Laurie took a deep breath and pulled his head
away from her flesh.
"Put a rubber on, Theo. I want you right this instant!"
Theo reached over to the open nightstand drawer, "Oh oh.
Looks like we're out of rubbers." And then he moved
quickly back between Laurie's thighs.
She tried wiggling away from his big cock, "No! I'm not
going to fuck without protection. Stop! Now!"
Theo held her arms down, over her head against the bed,
but she managed to close her thighs.
"I can't stop, now. And you don't want me to."
"Yes, I do! Get off me! Let me go, right now!" As she
spoke, she felt two tremendously strong hands grasp her
around the ankles and pull her legs far apart. It was
Sam!
"Go 'head, li'l brother. I make her ready for you!"
Theo smiled evilly at Laurie, took only an instant to
place his cock-head at her pussy-hole and then he rammed
it home.
Laurie screamed.
She screamed in pleasure as an overwhelming orgasm
coursed through her body. The combination of being so
close to cumming, of her long horny day, of the
naughtiness of being such an easy slut with Sam, of
Theo's good looks and perfect body, and, to her chagrin,
the over-the-top excitement of being held down and
spread open and being taken -- it far surpassed having
her pantyhose ripped open! -- were just too much to
stand.
She wasn't sure how long her cum lasted, and she thought
she may have passed out before Theo came, because the
next thing she remembered was Sam taking Theo's place
between her legs and fucking her, again. And as he
fucked her, Theo returned with another fresh bottle of
wine in each hand -- which he took turns pouring down
her throat and over her tits, licking off every drop.
The rest of the long night degenerated into a drunken
orgy, with Sam and Theo taking turns with her, fucking
her pussy and mouth (and Theo once fucking her ass!), as
she performed like a cheap whore looking for a ten
dollar tip.
She didn't remember getting home.
* * *
Now, the next morning, after a half hour of exercise,
she could feel her blood pumping and her headache fading
and, as she stood under the soft, warm spray of her
shower, she began to feel alive, again. She didn't feel
guilty at all about her mini-gang-bang.
Robert was sixteen years her senior, and she couldn't
expect him to have the sex-drive to match a thirty-seven
year old woman in the prime of her sex-life. She loved
Robert -- he was a good, kind, gentle man, a wonderful
provider, and a terrific father -- but... after last
night, Laurie knew she just had to find a little extra-
curricular excitement because she couldn't expect Robert
to be horny every day.
* * *
Chapter 7
Thursday, December 22nd
* * *
As Robert Anderson, Sr. luxuriated in the feeling of
having his cock expertly sucked and licked by his young
assistant, he realized that he was, in fact, horny every
day; and he thanked god profusely for letting him find
both Laurie and Sherri -- Sherri Koslowski, his
administrative assistant, his girl Friday, his right-
hand woman; and the best blow-job artist he had ever met
in his life.
Sherri was bent over his groin, her freakishly huge,
naked tits bobbing wildly, taking him deep into her
mouth, sucking him hard and licking as much of his
tumescent flesh as she could. As he happily played with
her jiggling tit-flesh, he thought back to the first
time he had ever seen Sherri.
It was twelve years ago. Business was booming and his
old and trusted secretary, Martha, was retiring. He was
interviewing for a replacement and knew exactly the type
he was looking for -- professional, older, experienced,
gentile, classy, competent, and willing to bring him a
cup of coffee without a diatribe on sexist attitudes in
the workplace -- basically, another Martha.
When Sherri walked through the door for her interview,
Robert looked up to see a young, brassy blonde,
unpolished girl, dressed in cheap polyester and too much
make-up; but he knew in that instant that he was going
to hire her.
* * *
Robert always knew he was a "tit-man."
His very earliest sexual memories were about mammaries,
and he had spent hours and hours of his prepubescent and
pubescent life spying on his mother and sister and aunt
through the old-fashioned keyholes in the big, old house
they all lived in -- always hoping and praying to see
tits.
He was successful at seeing all three of the women in
his early life in various states of dishabille, and even
naked on rare occasions, and it was always the tits that
held his attention. Oh, he'd been thrilled when he
caught a glimpse of a furry cunt, just for the tingle of
seeing such a forbidden sight, but they were a dark and
boring target. Tits, on the other hand (so to speak!),
were alive and bouncy and thrust forward in bold
display. And he loved them.
A child of the fifties, Robert wallowed in the big-
breasted culture -- bullet-bras, the earliest `Playboy'
magazines and its imitators, the full-chested actresses
like Jane Russell, Mamie Van Doren, Jayne Mansfield, Kim
Novak, and Marilyn Monroe. Cleavage was his sustenance,
his life.
His first wife had small tits. He had dated her in
college and just before graduation she announced to
Richard that she was pregnant. They were married a week
after graduation and she said she miscarried on their
honeymoon. The divorce was the best memory Richard had
of that marriage, and after it, he wasn't going to rush
into another mistake.
He dated a lot. He dated women with big tits, and he
loved every one of them for it. Usually they were
dancers in clubs and not the type he expected himself to
settle down with. After a few years, he resigned himself
to the fact that he wasn't going to meet the right woman
for him and decided to enjoy his bachelorhood. And then
he got the invitation to join his best client and his
client's family at their beach house for a Fourth of
July weekend.
He arrived hot and tired on Friday afternoon. His
client, Harry MacDonald, met him in the driveway with a
cold beer and escorted him to the guest bedroom, telling
Robert to get into his trunks and meet them on the
beach. As he was meeting Harry's wife, Maureen, Robert
felt all the muscles in his jaw go slack and felt his
chin hit his chest.
Walking up to the small group was the most beautiful
girl Robert had ever seen in his life. She had wet, dark
hair stuck to the sides of her smooth, round face, a
dazzling smile, and the most unbelievably-blue blue
eyes.
Against his will, Robert's gaze dropped to the petite
girl's chest, where he was rewarded with the sight of
two large, round tits, barely concealed in a tiny bikini
top decorated in an American flag design.
"Hi!" this vision said to Robert as she bent to pick up
a towel from the beach blanket, and in the process,
giving Robert a view through her cleavage down to the
top of her bikini bottom!
"Robert, I'd like you to meet the genius in the family.
This is my daughter, Lauren, or `Laurie' as she prefers.
She skipped a few grades and just finished her second
year at James Madison. Laurie, this is a business
associate, Robert Anderson."
That night on the beach, he enjoyed all the treasures
the young Laurie had to offer, and that weekend marked
the end of Robert's self-imposed bachelorhood. Over the
next few weeks, he used all the money, class,
experience, and romance he could muster to woo the young
Laurie MacDonald. She was everything he was looking for
in a wife -- beautiful, intelligent, poised, classy, and
on top of everything else -- she had the most wonderful
set of large, firm, round tits he had ever had the
pleasure of playing with.
He knew the age difference was significant. He was
thirty-four, and Laurie hadn't had her nineteenth
birthday, yet, but Harry and Maureen didn't seem to
mind, and if anything, Laurie seemed to prefer an older
man, established in a career.
Within weeks of meeting, they were engaged and
immediately decided that Laurie would move in with
Robert. Soon after that they were married and soon after
that, Laurie was pregnant with Bobby.
Robert loved Laurie. She was the perfect wife and
mother. He never regretted marrying her for an instant.
And, he would probably have never cheated on her if he
hadn't met Sherri.
Sherri's irresistible attraction for Robert was obvious
-- put simply and crassly, she was a huge set of tits on
legs.
She was tall and skinny. Her legs were long, but thin.
Her torso was thin and, except for those bazooms, she
probably measured the same around her shoulders, her
waist, and her hips. She had no hourglass figure, like
Laurie. She had no ass.
She did have tits -- 44-DD on her otherwise skinny body.
Since meeting Sherri, Richard had seen girls and women
built like her on some of the talk shows, and recognized
(and enjoyed) the trend in X-rated videos, where the
breast size of a lot of the new "stars" bordered on
freakish dimensions. But this all occurred after Sherri.
Sherri was the first set of near-impossible tits in
Richard's life.
That day, twelve years ago, Robert knew that if Sherri
couldn't type her name in a minute, he was still going
to hire her, just to keep those tits within sight. But
the interview had gone even better than Robert hoped...
* * *
Sherri was nervous and Robert could hear a faint tremble
in her voice, but he admired the way she presented
herself to him.
"Mr. Anderson, I can see what type of secretary you're
trying to hire, and I'm sure you looked at my resume and
decided I am not that person, but I think you'd be wrong
rule me out.
"I'll cut through all the professional language and tell
you everything there is to know about me. I'm a local
girl who got pregnant and dropped out of high school. My
parents kicked me out and my baby's father split for
parts unknown. I worked at whatever minimum-wage jobs I
could find and I got a place for my daughter and me to
live.
I scratched out a living and took advantage of whatever
benefits I qualified for and I earned my GED high school
diploma. I found subsidized child-care and I took two
years of courses at the community college. I've been a
temp at seven businesses in the last year and the temp
agency will tell you that I got good performance reviews
from all of them. I even had offers to stay at four of
them.
"I'm twenty years old with a daughter ready to start
school in the Fall. Your company is within walking
distance to the school I'd like her to go to, and an
apartment I'd like to be able to afford to rent.
"I know I'm young, Mr. Anderson, but I'm not dumb and
I've learned a lot over the last five years. I look at
other girls my age and I know I've matured far beyond
them.
"I want this job, Mr. Anderson. Sure, I need it, but
more than that, I want it. I know I can do it if you'll
give me the chance.
"I saw the way you looked at me when I walked in. I
think I know what was in that look. I want to be very
clear about this, Mr. Anderson, so there will be no
misunderstanding. I am willing to do anything for you to
get the chance I deserve. No questions, no hesitation,
and no complaints, later -- I'm willing to do anything."
Robert stared at the girl. She was sitting primly in the
chair, looking near tears, and was waiting for him to
speak. ["What had she seen in my look?" he wondered.
"And, does she mean `anything' when she says
`anything?'"]
Sherri still had not said another word. Robert looked at
her again, "Ms Koslowski, if this were a movie, I'd say
something like `I like your spunk,' and hire you on the
spot. But this isn't a movie it's business -- my
business -- and you are correct when you say that there
isn't anything on your resume that would qualify you for
the position I need filled. Therefore, giving you the
chance that you so eloquently requested would be an
unlikely decision on my part..."
Robert hesitated for only an instant, and then decided
to plunge ahead, "...without something you can offer me
that none of the other applicants can offer me. Maybe
there is something. Let's begin by your showing me your
tits."
There, he'd said it! It was a risk to actually come out
and say it, but staring at that incredible chest made
him decide. Now, it was up to her.
As she promised, Sherri asked no questions and did not
hesitate. She stood up, reached behind her and unzipped
her dress. She lifted it over her head and followed that
with her full slip.
Robert could feel his heart racing and his breath coming
in gasps as Sherri, standing there in a large, simple
white bra, pantyhose and white panties, reached behind
her to unclasp the bra.
Robert heard himself groan as the large white bra fell
to the floor and Sherri's mammoth tits were bared for
his view. They were huge, heavy and round, with blue
veins and very large pink nipples. They were mashed
together, forming cleavage from her neck almost to her
waist.
Robert had never seen tits like them before in his life.
He stood and walked around the desk. Sherri turned
towards him and he reached out to cup her breasts and
lift them in his hands. He had never felt such heavy
flesh before. He never wanted to let them go.
He sat down on the edge of the desk, never letting go of
her tit-flesh. He began squeezing, pulling, pinching
them; swinging them, pushing them together, twisting the
now-hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
As he played and manipulated, Sherri reached down and
unzipped Robert's zipper. Gently, she reached into his
shorts and withdrew his raging, engorged erection.
Slowly, she bent over at the waist and engulfed his cock
in her mouth as his hands continued their play with her
breasts.
Within only a minute or two, Robert was ready to cum. As
he felt his climax begin, he clasp his hands on the
young girl's tit-flesh and squeezed as hard as he could,
spasming with both his cock and fingers. His incredible
cum continued for some time and Sherri never altered her
mouth's rhythm, sucking every drop of cum he spewed down
her throat.
After he finished, and Sherri cleaned him with her
tongue and mouth, Robert stood and zipped up. Sherri sat
down in the chair, still naked from the waist up and
waited for the verdict.
Robert sat and looked across the desk at the young woman
and her incredible tits. "Well, here's no surprise --
you're hired, Ms Koslowski. You're getting your chance.
But your employment is conditional. Your employment
agreement will be renewed on a daily basis, depending on
both your office duties and the special administrative
duties that you just demonstrated. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mr. Anderson."
"And you can agree to those terms?"
"Yes, Mr. Anderson."
"And if we, ah... expand on those terms?"
"There won't be a problem, Mr. Anderson."
"Fine. My current secretary is retiring in about a
month. You begin tomorrow morning to learn everything
she knows about this company and about me. I don't mean
any offense, Ms Koslowski, but I'd also like it if you
learned some fashion and make-up tips from her. I can
arrange a `sign-on' bonus for you to help with any
additional wardrobe requirements you might have as a
result."
"Thank you, Mr. Anderson."
* * *
Chapter 8
Thursday, December 22nd
* * *
Now, twelve years later, Robert never regretted his
decision for a moment.
As he leaned back into the soft sofa, tugging on her
long nipples as she tugged on his cock with her lips, he
thought about how right he had been to hire her. Over
her years with the company, Sherri -- smart, ambitious,
and loyal -- went from Robert's secretary to his true
and valued assistant with a secretary of her own. The
previous year, Robert had promoted her to Vice President
and given her another fat raise. She proved over and
over that there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for the
company and her career, and most importantly, for
Robert.
In those same twelve years, Sherri never hesitated to
strip naked and get down on her knees and suck Robert
off or climb aboard his cock for a fuck. Soon after
hiring Sherri, Robert had a large, comfortable sofa
delivered to his office, and they would use it two and
three times a day.
His favorite position was lying on his back with Sherri
fucking him, sitting on his cock as he played with her
bouncing, bobbing, swinging tits. Not as often, anymore,
but Robert had also lent Sherri and the sofa to several
of his better clients, and they always returned the
favor with lucrative contracts.
Outside of the office, Sherri's life settled down and
she met a nice man and eventually married him. At first,
Robert was jealous and afraid he was going to lose her,
but she never stopped sucking him in the office. They
didn't fuck as often as they used to, except on business
trips or at conventions, but she never hesitated to get
down on her knees, and that was just fine with Robert.
"Oh! Oh! Ahhh...!
Sherri tightened her lips around Robert's spurting cock
and swallowed his warm, gooey cum as it filled her
mouth. When he was finished, she gently licked his cock
clean and returned it to his pants and zipped him up.
Robert relaxed on the sofa and watched Sherri dress,
"Well, what's on the calendar for today, besides the
clients' party?"
"Really, Robert, there's nothing that can't wait until
after Christmas. We're all caught up."
"Great. Now, who's coming to the open house and what
asses need the most kissing?"
Robert sold office supplies and equipment -- from
thumbtacks and pencils to computers, fax machines, and
mega-copiers. The business was fast and tough and the
competition (especially from the big office stores) was
brutal. The most important thing Robert's company and
every one who worked for it excelled in was pampering
their customers and keeping them happy. An annual event
was an open house for the clients, featuring -- among
other things -- catered gourmet food and top-of-the line
booze.
"Well, mostly the regulars," Sherri said as she stepped
into her navy highheels and checked herself in the
washroom mirror. She was wearing an expensive navy wool
suit and a white silk blouse -- the very model of
professional decorum. "You know Sy is coming -- he's
never turned down a free meal or a free drink..."
"Or a free fuck, if I remember correctly."
Sherri smiled at Robert, "That's for sure. But we won't
have to offer that, today. I don't see any major
purchases from him until the Summer. The main potential
client to keep happy is Philip Dawson."
"That pompous asshole."
"For sure, he's that, but he's also the guy that awards
the contract for the state. If we got that contract, our
business would increase by over a third."
Robert nodded, "I'll be sure to wear Chapstick so my
lips will be nice and soft when I smooch his buns!"
"Always a nice touch, Mr. Anderson. But I also have a
back-up plan in case your lips get tired."
Robert raised an eyebrow.
Sherri smiled at him and nodded. "As usual, I hired a
few, ah... hostesses for the party. Two of them were
here for last year's bash and performed admirably in
supplying exactly what the clients were looking for. The
third one is a real looker and knows the score -- she's
ready and willing to cooperate fully with the clients'
wishes. The fourth is the special one I brought in for
our Mr. Dawson."
"Sherri, you've kept me in the dark! Don't tell me you
have a little gossip about our upstanding public
servant?"
Sherri sat on the edge of Robert's desk, crossed her
legs and lit a cigarette. She looked calm and cool and
professional and Robert wanted to fuck her very badly.
Instead, he put that thought on hold and concentrated on
landing a big contract.
"Well... word has it that our Mr. Dawson is very
concerned with today's youth."
"He likes them young, eh? Boys or girls?"
"Girls. Scuttlebutt has it that he was asked to leave
his last position as a county school board president
because of some whispered complaints of too-intense one-
on-one counselling sessions with the county's best and
brightest young ladies. I'm not sure how everything was
hushed up, but it was and with Dawson's political
connections, he was promoted out of there."
"So, who's this special hostess you've hired?"
"Her name is Diane, and she's the daughter of a
neighbor. She's almost seventeen and has boned every
male over the age of eleven in the neighborhood."
"Including Doug?" Robert teased about Sherri's husband.
"I hope not, but I couldn't blame him if he did. Wait
until you see her. This girl reeks sex. As I said, she's
sixteen but she can look thirteen or twenty-eight,
depending on how she's dressed. I told her to dress
young, pretty and innocent."
Robert wiped his hand down over his face and thought for
a moment. "I want this contract, Sherri, but setting
something up with an underage girl is making me feel
more than a little icky."
"That's why I didn't say anything to you, I knew you
would feel skittish about it. But believe me, Robert,
I'm not asking this little slut to do something she
hasn't already done a few hundred times before."
"I understand. But my Amanda is fourteen and your
Tiffany is seventeen. It just gives me the creeps."
"Well, why don't you just wait to see what happens
before you run to confession. For all we know, Dawson
won't even give her a look."
"Yeah, alright."
* * *
To the surprise of neither of them, Dawson gave little
Diane more than a look -- and he wasn't the only one.
When the girl arrived, Sherri introduced her as her
niece. Diane was a beautiful young lady, wearing a
bright red jumper over a green turtleneck top and flat,
black pumps with white stockings. Her hair was casually
pulled back and her make-up was applied lightly and
expertly. She looked like a sweet, innocent fourteen-
year-old girl that every man in the building wanted to
immediately strip and fuck.
* * *
At home, Laurie was happily baking cookies and bread in
her kitchen, thinking back over her outrageous night
with Sam and Theo. At one point, she giggled out loud as
she sensuously oiled two loaves of dough, getting them
ready for the oven -- the dough had a soft firmness to
it, and shaped to be baguettes, the size and shape was
very similar to the well-hung Agro brothers. She wished
the randy brothers were right there in the kitchen,
taking her one after the other, her jeans and panties
tossed aside, her body thrown over the flour-covered
table...
"Hi, mom! What's so funny?" called Bobby as he walked
into the kitchen. "Are you all right? You look all
flushed and red."
"Oh! Hi, honey. Yes, I'm fine. It just gets a little
warm with both ovens going and everything. Back from
shopping, already?"
"Yeah, the stores are packed. I just need to figure out
what to get for dad and I think I'm through. Can I
sample these cookies, Mom?"
Laurie ruffled Bobby's hair as she walked past him,
towards the refrigerator, "Sure! I even bought extra
milk, knowing you'd be home."
She poured a glass of milk and stood next to Bobby
seated on a kitchen stool, "You don't know how much I
miss having you around, dear." Laurie held Bobby's face
between her hands and kissed his forehead, "I really
missed you."
Bobby wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and
pulled her close for a hug, "I know, Mom. I missed you,
too. California is a long way away."
Mother and son enjoyed their long, tight hug until the
oven timer buzzed and Laurie got the next batch of
cookies out of the oven.
* * *
Amanda Anderson felt like screaming -- school was
finally out for the holidays! No more Sister Mary
Murderer for two weeks! She felt like skipping as she
made her way across the parkinglot to the church. Only
forty minutes of choir practice and then home for the
holidays.
As usual, the church was too, too warm. All the girls
were talking excitedly and laughing with each other,
discussing Christmas trips and clothes and hoped-for
presents and parties and, of course, boys.
"Ah, girls? Ahem! Girls? LADIES, PLEASE!"
The girls stopped their noise and looked at the young
priest standing in front of them.
"Um, hi, girls."
"HELLO, FATHER O'SULLIVAN!"
"Um, I can hear you're all in good voice, today. Getting
out of school for two weeks isn't the reason, is it?"
There was a mixture of giggles and "YES, FATHER
O'SULLIVAN," and "NO, FATHER O'SULLIVAN."
Father Sean Patrick O'Sullivan looked at his twenty-four
charges -- girls from the seventh grade through their
senior year of high school -- and realized he was
sweating profusely again.
Entering the seminary directly from a private Catholic
grammar school at thirteen and being ordained a priest
at the young age of twenty-four the previous September,
he had never been this close to so many young women in
his life, until he was assigned to lead the girls'
choir.
He could handle leading them during Mass -- it was so
formal a setting, there was the crowd of people, and the
girls were all dressed in heavy satin robes from their
neck to their shoes. It was practice that tested his
spiritual strength.
When the girls showed up for choir practice, they felt
more relaxed than in the classroom. Most were in their
uniforms, blouses open at the neck or the waistband of
their skirts rolled up, making their skirts far shorter
than the nuns would ever allow in class. Some came in
sweaty from phys-ed or team practice, their gym skirts
barely long enough for modesty. He would never get used
to how... casual... the girls were about their bodies
around him.
Father Sean never imagined being assigned to a parish
with a girls' school attached to it would be as trying
as it was. Shortly after being assigned to the parish,
he began sinning. Just seeing so many girls walking and
running and sitting around the parish grounds was enough
to start deep and troublesome feelings inside of him.
Then, when he was assigned the choir and counselling
duties, bringing him in close contact with the girls,
his fight against temptation failed and he wallowed in
his failure and his self-abuse.
He had the misfortune to be near one of the girls more
than he was comfortable with. She was in the choir and
one of the students he counselled on academic and
spiritual matters. She was the most beautiful and
desirable girl in the school, and being near her added
to his guilt for the even deeper and darker feelings and
thoughts he had about her. In his bed at night, as he
whipped his hand up and down his turgid flesh, lost in
lust and guilt, his thoughts were of doing indecent and
indescribable things to sweet Amanda Anderson.
She was the perfect age. The older girls intimidated
Father Sean and the younger ones were... well, too
young. Amanda still had the innocence of the younger
girls, but her body was full and ripe -- a woman's body.
She was smart and popular and sweet. There was no
question about her beauty; she almost radiated. When
Father Sean masturbated every night, he thought only
about Amanda.
She had not done anything overt to tempt Father Sean.
Instead, it was her pretty face and the confident way
she carried her sexy body. The priest cherished the
short skirts she wore, allowing him to gape at her
shapely calves and firm thighs. One day, in a
counselling session, one of Amanda's blouse buttons was
missing and her blouse gapped, letting him see her firm
curved breast disappear into the cup of her white, lacy
bra. He had rubbed his penis raw that night, and the
next few!
Father Sean muddled through the choir practice, trying
desperately not to stare too often at Amanda. Finally,
it was over.
"All right, girls. That was very good. Remember, we're
singing at the 11 o'clock Mass on Christmas. PA-LEASE
don't be late!"
The girls giggled and quickly disappeared. All except
Amanda, who walked up to the priest.
"Father Sean?"
"Yes, Amanda?" Father Sean could feel his heart racing
in his chest.
She smiled, "I have something for you."
When the girl bent over to open her backpack, Father
Sean was glad he was wearing his cassock. His penis had
hardened and was straining the tolerance of his zipper.
"Wha... What is it, Amanda?" He could barely get the
words out, his throat was so dry and constricted.
Amanda straightened up and turned to face the priest.
"It's a Christmas present. Don't open it until Christmas
morning!"
Father Sean took the small, beautifully wrapped gift.
"But, I don't have anything for you."
"You don't have to, Father Sean. I'm giving you a gift.
That's all. It's just a little something, so you don't
forget about me. Merry Christmas, Father Sean."
As she spoke she stepped close to the priest and stood
on her toes. She leaned against the rigid man and
brushed his cheek with a chaste, dry kiss. Then she
turned and made her way to the door. Just before she
opened the door, she turned and waved at the priest.
Only with the most difficult effort was he able to smile
and wave. He stood there, in the center aisle of the
church, feeling guilty and disgusted with himself. When
the girl leaned against him, he smelled her fragrance
and felt her breasts press against his chest and her
thighs press against his erection and he began an
orgasm.
* * *
On the way home, Amanda asked her mother, "What's for
dinner?"
"Italian. I even made fresh bread."
"Mmmm... Sounds great. Is Bobby home?"
"Yes. Rank amateur that he is, he's all shopped out."
"Ha! What a wimp. I still have shopping to do. I guess
I'll go tomorrow. I feel like staying in tonight."
"Bobby said the same thing, and I'm looking forward to
kicking my shoes off and relaxing. Maybe we'll stop and
rent a couple of videos."
"Great! Will Daddy be home for dinner?"
"I doubt it, tonight, honey. He's having his big client
party."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. Daddy calls it his ass-kisser's
ball!"
"Amanda!"
* * *
Robert was happy with the way the party had gone. All
the clients seemed happy, and even that prig Dawson
eventually loosened up and finally disappeared with
Diane. Sherri had been brilliant, again.
Now, the two of them were alone in the building and were
sitting on the sofa in Robert's office. The lights were
low, their shoes were off and they were sipping from a
bottle of champagne that Robert had saved for them, and
Christmas carols were playing on the radio.
"Well, how do you think it went, Sherri?"
She stretched out her long legs and rested her feet on
the coffee table, "I thought it went great. Dawson left
with Diane and a silly grin on his face, so I have more
than a hunch we'll be hearing from him, soon. I think
Doug Chambers fell in love with Doris."
"Which one was she?"
"The redhead."
"Mmmm, nice."
"I only hire the best, boss."
"I didn't see much of the blonde."
"That was Bev. She's a real pro at `hostessing.' I might
have to replace the sofa in my office after the workout
she gave it, today."
"Who did she keep happy?"
"Like I said, she's a real pro. I saw her disappear with
Ron Goldman and Derek Morton, and I think that rep for
Golden Foods -- I can never remember his name."
"Steve Hutchinson. She didn't do all of them at once,
did she?"
"No, boss, one at a time, you horny bird."
"I was gonna say maybe we should install a video camera
for next year."
Sherri laughed, "If this business gets any tougher, that
might not be such a bad idea, anyway!"
Robert casually reached over and pulled Sherri's blouse
out of her skirt and moved his hand up to her bra-clad
breast.
Sherri put her cigarette out in the ashtray and her
glass on the coffeetable, "Wait a minute, sport." She
stood and removed her jacket, blouse, and bra. Then she
sat down and poured another drink. Robert's hand cupped
under her full tit and squeezed her flesh.
Sherri continued talking, "You know, Robert, I really
like this time of the year. The pressure's off a little,
there's the clients' party, and tomorrow is the
employees' party. It's a nice time."
"Um-hum," mumbled Robert, his mouth full of nipple.
Sherri lit another cigarette and sipped her champagne.
* * *
Chapter 9
Friday, December 23
* * *
On Friday morning, Laurie woke up horny, Robert woke up
happy, Amanda woke up hung-over, and Bobby woke up with
a hard-on.
* * *
Laurie awoke from an erotic dream that was filled with
dark men and large cocks and long tongues, and she was
slightly disappointed to find she was lying quietly in
her own bed. She again marvelled at how horny and randy
she had been feeling lately; and her nasty session with
the Agro brothers had only exacerbated those feelings,
rather than relieve them. She was feeling so damned
sexy, she could barely stand it!
She looked over at Robert. She had fallen asleep before
he got home the night before, so she had no idea what
time he had gotten to sleep, but he looked rested
enough. Her hand crept under the sheets and over his
thigh until she found his warm cock. Still asleep,
Robert's dick slowly responded to Laurie's warm, soft
touch. He was soon erect and Laurie's head disappeared
under the covers.
* * *
Robert stirred and then woke to a very pleasant, warm,
wet feeling in his crotch. He stirred a little more,
enough to realize he wasn't dreaming, and discovered his
lovely wife giving him a wonderful morning blow-job! He
felt Laurie's mouth leave his prick and work its way up
his stomach, chest and neck until her head emerged from
the covers and she kissed him on the lips.
"Good morning, Dearest," she said.
"Mmmm... 'Morning, Sweetheart. Don't let me interrupt."
Laurie began to rise and Robert could feel the heat of
her hairless pussy on his upper thigh. Then she was
poised over his cock. She tossed her head to get the
hair out of her eyes and smiled down on him, "You don't
have to move, Dear, I'll do all the work."
Robert reached up to squeeze her still-firm breasts as
she lowered her hips and he felt his prick spreading her
wet, warm pussy-lips. "Have your way with me!"
She grunted as she slid down his erection and bottomed
out on his balls, "Ugh! I intend to!"
Laurie was obviously into fucking him enthusiastically
and energetically and Robert couldn't help but respond
in kind. He leaned forward and sucked one of his wife's
pink, hard nipples into his mouth. His hand moved down
to her cunt and he managed to brush her clit several
times with his thumb as it moved up and down. Then
getting into the spirit of a randy good morning fuck,
Robert reached behind his wife and began shoving two
fingers up her tight asshole. As he did that he bit down
on Laurie's nipple in his mouth and pinched her other
nipple between his finger and thumb.
"Ugh! Ugh! OOOoooOOOO!" Laurie was lost in a world of
feeling only -- no sight, sound, or smell -- only her
pussy, her ass and her nipples.
Robert kept up his attack on her tender spots and she
continued to hump his cock and -- as they both know
would happen -- she all too soon began to cum -- and cum
and cum, losing all rhythm and strength, until she
collapsed onto her husband, who was just beginning his
own climax.
Finally, when they were both still and cuddling, Robert
laughed, "Whew! What a wake-up call, Dear. I thought you
were going to wake up the kids!"
"Oooo... I didn't care. I think they're both old enough
to figure out that their parents fuck."
"Well, sure, but you don't want them to think we
actually enjoy it, do you?" And they both laughed.
Later, when Robert was dressed and ready to leave for
the office, Laurie threw the covers down below her waist
and jiggled her breasts seductively at her husband.
"Ready for more, Laurie?"
"Sure! How about you?"
"I'm an old man! I need time to recuperate!"
"Alright, old man. I'll let you go this time, but you
better be ready for anything later."
"So I can look forward to a good time tonight?"
"Oh, absolutely! But first, remember, we have to go to
the Stones' big bash."
"Oh, shit, I totally forgot about that."
"Well, it's an early start. Remember, cocktails start at
five, so don't be late."
"I'll be home in time, Dear. I wonder what outrageous
thing Regina Stone will pull this year?"
"Who knows with that crazy bitch. Robert, I love you."
"And I love you, Laurie, with all my heart."
"This was great, this morning. We're going to have to do
this more often, you know."
"I know," Robert replied, inwardly wondering if mega-
doses of vitamin E and bushels of oysters would help his
stamina. "Well, I'm off to work, Dear. Have a nice day."
"Bye, Dear, see you tonight. And thanks for the morning
action!"
"My pleasure!"
* * *
Amanda awoke in pain. Her head was throbbing and her
mouth felt and tasted like the inside of a dirty clothes
hamper. She knew the light from the windows would hurt
her eyes, but she opened them enough to see that she was
in her room and in her bed. She didn't remember getting
there. She did remember sitting up with Bobby in the
family room, watching some old comedy videos and
drinking some wine coolers. How many coolers had she
had? She couldn't remember that, either.
She slowly sat up and put her feet on the floor. [`Could
a hangover make your feet hurt, too?' she wondered.] The
clothes she was wearing last night were in a pile beside
the bed. Amanda stood up and took a few tentative steps
over to the door. She took her robe from the hook and
put it on. In the bathroom, she started the water, to
let it get good and hot, and stripped the robe off. Then
she pulled her t-shirt nightie over her head and reached
down to take her panties off when she realized she
wasn't wearing any. That was strange.
The water was hot as she stepped into the shower.
* * *
Bobby woke up with a hard-on, but there wasn't anything
special about that -- he always woke up with a hard-on.
His hand crept down to his warm, erect flesh; and, as he
gripped his pole, he remembered the night before and
began long, tight strokes.
* * *
The three of them had been in the familyroom, watching
TV, when their mother announced she was going up to bed.
A few minutes later, Bobby went into the kitchen and
returned with a beer for himself and a wine cooler for
Amanda. "Want a cooler, Munchkin?" he asked.
Amanda looked up and smiled, "Sure! I'd love one."
Bobby twisted the top off and handed the bottle to his
sister, "Just don't get sick."
"Sick? This isn't my first one, you know!"
"Ooooo, excuse me! I forgot. You're such a big drinker."
Amanda stuck her tongue out and took a big gulp of the
cooler. "Mmmm, good. I hope there's more in there."
In a few minutes, Bobby again returned from the kitchen
with a beer and a cooler. "Want to watch a video, Sis?"
"Sure, Bobby, which one?"
"Let's start with `Caddyshack.'"
Several hours and coolers later, Bobby and Amanda sat on
the sofa laughing through "Stripes" again. Their father
had come home, said `hi' to his two kids and headed up
to bed. It was late and, except for the TV, the house
was quiet. Bobby had a very nice beer-buzz going and
Amanda was shit-faced.
As the credits rolled, Bobby looked at Amanda and saw
that she had nodded off. He nudged her gently, "C'mon,
Munchkin, time to go to bed."
Amanda opened her eyes a slit, "G'way!"
"Come on, Amanda. I'll help you."
"No! I'll sleep here!" she grumped.
Bobby zapped the TV off and bent to lift Amanda off the
sofa. As he did, he got another strong whiff of her
perfume. He couldn't get her to stand, so he picked her
up in his arms. She felt light as a feather and as loose
as a bag of potatoes -- but looked a whole lot prettier.
He climbed the steps slowly and quietly made his way to
the door of his sister's bedroom.
Not wanting to be obvious, should mom or dad awake and
find that he allowed his little sister to get drunk,
Bobby quickly slipped into Amanda's room, gently lay her
on her bed, closed the door, and turned on the small
reading lamp.
He stood over the bed, looking at his exquisite little
sister. Her hair spilled onto her pillow and she snored
quietly -- so pretty, so innocent, yet so damn sexy!
Feeling his buzz drifting away, Bobby felt clear-headed.
His mind argued between just leaving Amanda the way she
was to sleep it off, and `making her more comfortable'
by undressing her. Without too much of an internal
argument, he decided to undress her.
He started innocently enough, leaning over and pulling
her socks off. Then his impatience got the best of him.
He began unbuttoning her flannel shirt, his fingers
feeling thick and clumsy as they fumbled with the
buttons. Finally, the shirt was unbuttoned and he held
Amanda up from the bed so he could pull the shirt off
her shoulder and arms.
He checked to make sure she was still sleeping and was
relieved to see she was still soundly out. She was
wearing a white satin bra with soft cups and Bobby could
feel his dick harden as he looked at his sister's white
flesh swelling up and out the top of the cups. He looked
for a clasp on the front, but there wasn't one, so he
had to lift her up again as he unclasp the bra.
He gently lay her back on the bed and took a deep
breath. If she woke up, now, he wouldn't be able to
explain what he was doing. He could have stopped with
her shirt and jeans and threw a nightie on her, but if
caught now, he'd never be able to explain why he was
taking her bra off.
Committed to seeing his sister's tits, he slid the thin
straps off her shoulders and arms and slowly lifted the
soft cups away from the firm flesh. His erection swelled
to fullness as his eyes feasted on Amanda's perfect,
full, round, firm mounds of tit-flesh. The view had been
worth the risk! He immediately wanted to touch her
breasts with his fingers and mouth but decided he better
not.
His hands returned to her waist, his eyes still glued to
her tits. He opened the button on her jeans and pulled
the zipper down. He saw the hint of white covering her
mound. He went to her feet and gently tugged the jeans
off her rump and hips until they were off and joined the
pile of her clothes on the floor. Hesitating only
slightly, Bobby curled his fingers in the waistband of
her bikini panties and gently tugged them off.
At last, she was naked!
He stood there and tried to take it all in. God, she was
beautiful! The face of an angel, that magnificent set of
tits, a flat, firm stomach, a pretty little `inny'
navel, sexy hips, and an almost-transparent covering of
trimmed honey-blonde pubic hair over puffy and obviously
pink pussylips. Her legs were firm and shapely leading
down to her petite feet and red-painted toenails.
Eventually, he moved to her bureau and got a long t-
shirt nightie. He didn't want to cover her up, but he
assumed she didn't sleep naked and if she woke up that
way, she'd have a pretty good idea who made her like
that. But, still, he stood there, looking.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he reached
his hand down and gently brushed his palm over her right
nipple.
Immediately, her nipple crinkled and hardened and a tiny
moan escaped her lips.
Now, with no thought involved, Bobby knelt next to the
bed and reached both hands up to cover his little
sister's firm breasts. She moaned louder as he cupped
both breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. As
he continued, she became more restless, moving her hips
and legs, until Bobby was afraid she would wake up.
Using his last ounce of will-power, Bobby quickly popped
the nightie over Amanda's head and, with more than a
little difficulty, threaded her arms through the short
sleeves. He pulled it down as far as he could and turned
the light off and almost ran down the hall to his own
bedroom.
*
Now, as he stroked his hard cock in the morning light,
he thought about his sister's lush, sexy body. Thoughts
of his mother, naked except for black stockings,
garterbelt and highheels intruded and expanded his
fantasy as he felt his cum boiling in his balls, getting
ready to explode out his dick.
What a cum!
Later, at breakfast, his sister and mother behaved
perfectly normal, but Bobby had his own private
fantasies about what sexy little sluts they both could
be!
* * *
Chapter 10
Friday, December 23
* * *
`Lakeview Crest,' where the Andersons lived, was a
fairly exclusive development of large suburban homes.
The land had once been a farm on the crest of a hill
overlooking one of the city's man-made lakes that
provided water for the area. The land surrounding the
community was undeveloped and would stay that way as
protected watershed land. The farm should have been
subsumed into the watershed decades ago, when the lakes
were begun, but for some reason (probably a lot of cash
spread over a lot of hands or a connection on the zoning
commission) the farm was never included in the public
property.
Years later, a developer found the farm tucked away down
a long, dusty road and made the dying farmer an offer
the old farmer couldn't refuse for the continued welfare
of his family. The developer quickly subdivided the
property into about sixty lots (after some more money
passed through some more hands) and built large homes on
them. For himself, the developer restored and expanded
the Civil War era farmhouse/mansion and lived on the
largest and best lot, overlooking the lake. That
developer was James Arthur Ripley Stone.
Jim Stone was a multi-millionaire and proud to show it.
He built shopping strips and malls and suburban office
buildings all over the country. And this had been a
particularly good year because one of his designs for a
medical building became popular with the growing number
of HMOs all over the nation. Business couldn't be
better.
One of his favorite occasions to show off was his annual
Christmas Party. His house was decorated in the 1990's
interpretation of Victorian England splendor. The forty-
foot spruce on the front lawn was expertly shaped and
strung with thousands of lights and topped with a four-
foot star. For the party, between the house and tree,
the lawn was covered with a huge striped tent. Inside
the heated tent were more lights and trees, poinsettias,
tables, chairs, a long buffet table, Santa, a band, a
dance floor, two bars, and people, people, people.
Walking around, greeting neighbors, friends, business
associates, bankers, company attorneys and CPA's, and
the pick of the people providing him and his family with
services throughout the year was Jim Stone, playing his
most secretly cherished role -- Lord of the Manor.
* * *
Robert Anderson arrived home in time to shower and dress
for the big fete. As the four happy Andersons walked
hand-in-hand through the chilly-but-not-cold night to
the Stone house, they waved at neighbors and enjoyed
seeing all the Christmas decorations.
As a neighborhood tradition, on the night of the Stone's
party, the entire neighborhood was lit with luminaries
placed along the curbs and up driveways. The small white
paper bags glowed from the flame of the candle in each,
outlining the streets and making each intersection
beautiful. It was almost magical.
The Andersons made their way up the long, curving
driveway of the Stone house and stepped into the tent.
After checking their coats, they made their way over to
the line of people waiting to wish the Stones a happy
holiday.
Jim Stone was in a black tuxedo with a bright red velvet
bow tie and cummerbund. Beside him was his statuesque
wife, Regina, in a floor-length red velvet dress, and
beside her, their daughter, Mindy and her husband, Carl.
The Stones greeted the Andersons heartily and Regina
patted Amanda on the head, "My, you've gotten so big,
and so pretty! Who's this gorgeous man next to you,
Amanda -- some Hollywood actor on holiday?"
Amanda winced at the corniness, but was proud of her big
brother, "You remember Bobby, Mrs. Stone. He's home from
college."
Regina Stone faked an astonished look and grabbed Bobby
close to her in a bearhug, "Bobby! I hardly recognized
you! College life is certainly agreeing with you. It
must be all those young coeds, eh, Bobby?"
Bobby could feel himself blushing, "Hi, Mrs. Stone. Good
to see you again."
Regina hugged Bobby tightly again and whispered into his
ear, "Save a few minutes for old Mrs. Stone, later,
Bobby, dear. I want to take you over to the house and
show you something very special. Okay?"
Bobby had no idea what she was talking about but
answered, "S-sure, Mrs. Stone. Whenever you're ready."
But Regina had already directed her attention to the
next couple in the greeting line.
Confused, Bobby made his way to the bar and ordered a
beer. While he was standing there, admiring the women
and girls at the party, his friend Scott sidled up
beside him.
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself, Scott. What's up?"
"Well, the food and the booze are great, as usual, but
the number of unattached honeys may be at an all time
low. But, damn, they all look so good, all dressed up.
Anyway, the best looking girl here is your sister."
"And she's hands off -- right?"
"Sure, sure, Bobby. But I heard about you and one of
Amanda's little playmates the other night."
Bobby winced, "Yeah, Heather -- don't remind me. Any
port in a storm, I guess."
Scott smiled, "Yeah. Well, that's a pretty busy port.
Docked there, myself, last night. She's a hot little
thing!"
"She is that." Bobby tilted his head towards their
hosts. "So, what have I missed in the Stone's saga by
being away for five months?"
Scott looked over at Jim Stone, puffing on a huge cigar
and laughing loudly. At his side, smiling and greeting
people was his wife, Regina. Regina Stone, never at risk
of being called "Lady" of the Manor, was, putting it
politely, a wild woman. She was a legend in her own
time.
"The only thing I heard about was the Halloween party,
where she showed up in a very small, very red bathing
suit and with three male-model hunks in tow in red
bathing suits. She said they were `Baywatch.'"
"She's unbelievable." Bobby started to tell Scott about
Regina's strange invitation, but decided to keep it to
himself for the moment. He ordered another beer.
* * *
"Amanda! Amanda Anderson!"
Amanda turned from watching the dancers to see the
Miller family approaching.
"Hi, Mrs. Miller, Rasheed, Yolanda." Amanda's smile
dimmed as she looked at Mr. Miller, "Hello."
Mrs. Miller was all smiles and full of good cheer,
"Amanda, where have you been, girlfriend? The kids miss
you terribly. Any chance of you coming back?"
Amanda had babysat for the Miller children for over a
year, and had spent almost the entire summer watching
them. But with starting high school and trying out for
teams, she hadn't had the time. "And I miss the kids.
But, no, I just don't have the time with my schoolwork
and games and practice."
"Well, you are the best babysitter we've ever had, dear.
Isn't she, Ron?" She looked at her husband.
He smiled and nodded, "No doubt about that. The best
ever."
Amanda spent a few minutes chatting with the young
children and then wished the Millers a merry Christmas.
Mrs. Miller hugged Amanda. "Thanks, Dear. Please stop by
during the holidays. The kids have something wrapped for
you under the tree. You have to stop by, anyway, Amanda.
Besides Christmas, this year we're celebrating Kwanzaa,
too. The kids are learning all about it in day school."
"Sure, I'll stop by, Mrs. Miller. I think there's some
stuff for Yolanda and Rasheed under our tree, too. It
was nice to see all of you again. Merry Christmas."
* * *
Hours later, the party had settled into its normal
routine. Amanda was with her friends, taking one of the
carriage rides through the neighborhood. Robert, Senior
was engrossed in conversation with the other businessmen
in the neighborhood, raging against government
interference, wishing for the return of the Reagan
years, and drinking Jim Stone's bourbon. Laurie was
happily dancing the night away, and maybe holding her
partners just a little tighter than necessary during the
slow tunes.
And, Bobby? Bobby was sitting close to the bar with a
few friends when he caught Regina Stone subtly motioning
to him. She was standing near the exit, curling her
finger, indicating he was to join her. As he stood,
Regina motioned again and disappeared out of the tent.
Bobby followed Regina out of the tent and through the
covered passage to the house. Ahead of him, she mounted
the steps, crossed the porch and opened the front door,
leaving it open behind her.
[`What the hell is going on?' Bobby wondered.] She had
hardly even acknowledged his existence before tonight,
and now this? What did she want to show him? Why was she
staying so far ahead and having him follow her? He
really had no idea what was going on, but with her
reputation and history of outrageous behavior, some
small part of him hoped it would be something sexy.
* * *
Regina Stone had been a model. Not a Milan/New York
runway model, but one of the more famous local faces.
She had done many area fashion shows and benefits and
had been a regular in the pages of local stores' ads and
catalogs. It was at a Christmas charity show, where she
and a few other girls were modeling lingerie in a very
private show for a very select group of wealthy
businessmen that she met Jim Stone. She knew the look in
his eyes the instant she saw him, and she knew she was
going to marry well.
Now, years later, with a husband away nine months of the
year and all the money she could spend, she did exactly
as she pleased and didn't care who was watching.
Jim Stone had a pretty good idea what went on behind his
back but he was nearing sixty-five and could no longer
keep up with his much younger wife, and he didn't want
to spend the time and energy to find another wife.
Besides, Regina still looked good and handled all the
things he expected his wife to handle, and, his ego
liked the idea of these other men wanting his wife -- he
wondered how many of the guests they had greeted at the
start of the evening (neighbors, friends, landscapers,
pool cleaners, construction workers, deliverymen and on
and on) had tasted Regina's considerable charms often
and enthusiastically during the years while he was away
on business. And, finally, and maybe the best reason he
tolerated her indiscretions was that there was no pre-
nuptial agreement.
* * *
Bobby was surprised to see so many people in the house.
He thought the party was confined to the tent, but there
were people looking at the Stone's Christmas tree,
decorated differently each year (this year, it looked
like all the ornaments were Irish crystal). There was
food in the dining room and dozens of bottles of wine
open on the table.
The wide stairway was blocked with wide red ribbons -- a
sign to the guests to remain downstairs. When Bobby
finally saw Regina again, she was standing in the
kitchen doorway. She tilted her head for Bobby to follow
and walked through the crowd of caterer's people busily
rushing about the kitchen with hot pans and dishes of
steaming food.
Around the corner, Bobby found the back stairs to the
second floor. When he entered the stairwell, he saw
Regina looking down from the top step. She smiled and
said, "Lock it behind you, dearie, and hurry up!"
As Bobby reached the top of the stairs he looked to his
right and saw what was obviously the master bedroom
suite. To his left, Regina was motioning for him to join
her in another room at the end of the long hall.
Bobby reached the doorway and looked in, thanking the
gods in heaven as he watched Regina lowering the long
zipper on her red party dress.
"Come in, Bobby. Don't be shy. Here, darling, help me
with my zipper."
Bobby stepped closer and pulled the zipper down until it
stopped. Regina turned to face him and with the
slightest arm motion, her dress slid to the floor.
"Merry Christmas, Bobby!" Bobby stared in awe. He
guessed Regina was somewhere in her mid-to-late-forties,
but here she stood looking incredible. Her skin was
white and smooth. Her breasts were fabulous -- high and
firm on her chest. She was still wearing her highheels
and pantyhose but they were the strangest pantyhose he
had ever seen. At the top there were openings, and the
hose went up to a waistband, almost like a built-in
garterbelt, leaving her pussy and ass naked!
Regina smiled at the obvious rapture on Bobby's face.
"You like, Bobby-dear?" She cupped her breasts in her
hands, squeezing the flesh and pinching her nipples.
"These are the best money can buy. Did your mom buy
hers? Or is she one of those lucky ones who were born
with a set of knockers like that? Well, come on, boy,
enough gawking, let's get this show on the road! I have
a party I'm hostessing!" With that, Regina reached down
and started unbuckling Bobby's belt.
In seconds, Bobby had shed his pants, underwear, and
shoes and followed Regina down on to the big bed.
"Nothing above the neck, Bobby-dear. Mustn't mess up my
make-up."
Bobby lavished kisses on her large tits, licking and
sucking and nibbling her nipples.
"Ohh, very nice, dearie. Can you go a little lower?"
Eager to please, Bobby kissed his way down Regina's
stomach and into her trimmed bush, finding her hard,
little clit. He sucked it between his teeth and began
licking it with his tongue.
"Oh, god, how I love young men!" Regina exclaimed.
While this wild scene played out, Bobby couldn't believe
it was happening. He felt he was living out one of his
junior high wet dreams. Here he was in bed with one of
the major players in many of his wet dreams. Regina
Stone had fueled more than a few hand-jobs. She had been
the first woman Bobby had ever seen in a thong bikini.
Even dressed up, Bobby had seen few lower-cut blouses or
shorter miniskirts than what Regina Stone wore.
He remembered some of her costumes at neighborhood
Halloween parties -- as a harem girl, a sexy nurse right
out of a porno video, and as Lady Godiva. He had heard
the stories about her and her many torrid affairs behind
Jim Stone's back. And, now, he was a participant in the
legend!
"Ooooo! You're good! Right there, boy. Right there.
Steady... A little faster... Ooo, good... Harder...
Oooo... Oooo... A-huh! Ooooo, here I come, darling! Here
I come!"
Bobby continued nibbling her clit until she began to
regain her composure.
"Oh, Bobby, that was VERY good. Come on up and fuck me
now, boy!"
Bobby lifted his head from her wet pussy and licked his
way up to her breasts. As he did, he moved his cock into
position and plunged it into her cunt. She was slippery
wet and loose and he began to feel her pussy muscles
rippling along his shaft. He began to pump and her
muscles grasp him tighter. It was a great fuck!
"MOTHER! Just what are you doing?"
Bobby looked over at the doorway and saw Regina's
daughter, Mindy standing there. Part of him wanted to
pull out and run, but it felt so damned good and Regina
looked up at him and said, "Ignore her. She's jealous I
got you first. Just fuck me."
And Bobby did.
He was soon coming in strong spurts and Regina was
heaving her hips up to meet his thrusts. Finished, he
rolled off Regina and watched as she grabbed her dress.
To his utter amazement, as Regina stepped into her gown,
Mindy was stepping out of hers. Regina turned her back
to Mindy and Mindy pulled Regina's zipper up.
Regina turned to Bobby, kissed him lightly on the lips
and said, "Welcome to the club, Bobby. I'll be looking
forward to seeing you when you get home for the Summer.
Don't make yourself a stranger, understand?"
"Sure, Mrs. Stone. And, thanks!"
"You're welcome. Now you and Mindy have a good time and
I'll see you later."
Bobby looked at Mindy. She was standing in her bra,
pantyhose and panties, smiling at Bobby.
"You must have been good, Bobby. Contrary to popular
belief, Mother doesn't invite everyone back. Why don't
you get comfortable?"
Bobby felt foolish as he realized that he was still
dressed in his blazer, shirt, tie, and socks! He quickly
stripped them all off and turned to Mindy.
She smiled again, "Now, can you show ME how good you
are?"
Bobby walked toward Mindy. Mindy wasn't the tall beauty
that her mother was. She was short and lean, and not
nearly as rounded as Regina. Her hair and eyes were
brown and her face was long and angular, with a fairly
prominent nose and large teeth. As she dropped her bra
to the floor, Bobby saw that her breasts were small and
low on her chest and were already sagging. When she
dropped her pantyhose and panties to the floor, Bobby
noticed how thin her thighs were and how bushy her pussy
was.
[`Oh, well,' he thought, `she's no beauty, but I'm not
about to refuse her and destroy my welcome around
here!']
Mindy dropped to her knees and sucked Bobby's sloppy-wet
prick into her mouth. Bobby's fingers combed into her
hair and held her face tight to his groin as his cock
revived itself in her steamy hot mouth.
Bobby thought his dick popped out another inch or two
when Mindy slid a finger up his ass!
Mindy pulled her face away from his prick and looked up
at the teenager, "I want you good and hard because I
like it up the ass. Have you ever fucked anyone up the
ass, Bobby?"
Bobby groaned and pulled Mindy up by her armpits. As
they kissed passionately, Mindy rubbed her wet pussyslit
up against the boy's hard cock. They both fell back onto
the bed and Mindy rolled over on to her stomach, "Butt-
fuck me, Bobby! Shove it up my ass!"
* * *
Over an hour later, Bobby stumbled back down to the
tent. The party had cleared out considerably and there
were only a few clusters of people sitting around some
tables. His parents and sister were gone. Regina Stone
was sitting at one table, between her husband and her
son-in-law. She smiled at Bobby as he turned away from
the bar with a beer. He smiled back and made his way
over to the table with Scott and a few other
neighborhood friends.
"Hey, bud, where the fuck you been?" Scott asked.
"Around. Being a good guest, checking out the Christmas
decorations."
"Yeah, sure."
"Truth."
Bobby gulped his beer and got another one. He was wiped
out. Fucking Regina had been a dream come true, but
fucking Mindy had been unbelievable. She was the most
outrageous woman he had ever been to bed with, and as
far as he could tell, there wasn't a single thing either
one of them could think of that she wasn't willing to
do, and do enthusiastically. Who would believe that it
wasn't sexy, obvious, flamboyant Regina, but her quiet,
mousy daughter that could fuck the dead back to life!
What a night!
* * *
Chapter 11
Saturday, December 24
* * *
Christmas Eve!
Amanda had intentionally saved some of her shopping for
Christmas Eve. She loved the excitement and the hustle-
bustle of that last frantic rush.
Bobby slept late and went into couch-potato mode in
front of the TV. There were a couple of small bowl games
on and he could always find a movie or two.
Robert, Sr., relaxed in front of the fire and reviewed
his portfolio as Laurie finished wrapping the last of
the presents.
After a late lunch, all four of them worked together
preparing for an Anderson Christmas tradition. They laid
out a buffet, and by eight o'clock, friends, neighbors
and relatives were stopping by to share the holiday
spirit before everyone went off to Midnight Mass.
* * *
Sunday, December 25.
* * *
Christmas Day!
Laurie awoke first. She loved those first quiet moments
on Christmas morning. Soon, the rest of the family would
be awake and opening presents and all the anticipation
would be over. Before they knew it, Christmas would be
over. But now, alone with her coffee and the radio
softly playing Christmas carols, she sat and looked at
the tree and the presents and savored the moment and the
mood.
"Mom?" It was Amanda on the steps.
"Merry Christmas, Dear! Go wake your father and
brother."
Everyone agreed that Amanda had given the most
thoughtful gifts. She gave Bobby two boxed sets of CDs,
Eric Clapton and Pink Floyd, that he wanted but had
never gotten around to buying. Her father loved the
meerschaum pipe she gave him. And Laurie cried when she
opened her package saw the beautiful blue silk blouse
that Amanda had picked out to match her mother's eyes.
They all wanted to know how she had managed to save
enough money to purchase such beautiful gifts.
All too soon the storm of wrapping paper subsided. The
hugs and kisses and thank-yous were done. The Andersons
were dressed and headed out to Church, again. Amanda was
singing at the 11 o'clock Mass and the rest of the
family went to hear her. After church, they headed down
to the soup kitchen to serve Christmas dinner to the
less fortunate and then clean up. It was a busy day.
* * *
Not a creature was stirring...
Everyone had gone to bed early.
Amanda lay in bed and thought back over her Christmas.
It had been wonderful. She loved all of her gifts and
was thrilled that everyone liked the gifts she had
gotten them.
She was tired, but still a little too keyed up to fall
asleep. She got out of bed and put her robe on and went
downstairs. The house was quiet, everyone else was
asleep. She filled a tall glass with ice and then filled
the glass with Irish Cream.
There was still a small fire glowing in the fireplace,
and the ashes were hot, so Amanda threw another two logs
on the fire and curled up on the sofa. Soon, the fire
was warming her outsides and her drink was warming her
insides, and she began to relax.
She finished the Irish Cream and poured another half-
glass. She was enjoying the heat and the quiet and the
tree lights and the booze. She liked the slight buzz she
was feeling, too.
She shifted a little on the sofa, and as she did, her
nightshirt was pulled taut across her nipple.
[`Oooo, THAT felt good!' she thought and then giggled.]
As she held the glass in her left hand, she opened her
robe and casually brushed the fingers of her right hand
over her right nipple. She let out a tiny moan as she
felt her nipple wrinkle and harden.
[`I can't believe I'm still horny,' she thought, `but
this sure feels good!']
Amanda swallowed the rest of her drink and then placed
both hands over her breasts. They were firm and eager to
be touched. Her nipples were hard and were getting to
that point that she loved -- when she could be a little
rough as she squeezed and pinched them.
She wanted to come, There was no doubt about that, now.
She knew she should go to the privacy of her room, but
she didn't want to move. She strained her ears,
listening, but the house was quiet except for the flames
popping and snapping. It was sexy, and definitely very
naughty to be doing it in the family room with everyone
home. In front of the fireplace was nice. That warmth
would feel nice on her skin.
With a quick movement, Amanda stood up, lowered her
panties and sat back down on the sofa. She pulled her
nightshirt up above her breasts and she was melting in
pleasure from the heat of the fireplace and her own
hands. It felt so sexy sitting there with her boobs and
pussy naked and exposed.
She wanted to finger her clit, but she held back. She
didn't want to come quickly. She wanted to build up to
it slowly, thinking sexy thoughts and teasing her body
with her fingers.
She thought about yesterday, Christmas Eve, at the
mall...
* * *
Amanda had Bobby drive her to the mall and drop her off.
She had told her mother that she was meeting friends
there, but she was lying.
Her first stop was the CD store. It was packed and the
Christmas music was blaring over the speakers. Douglas
spotted her as she approached the counter.
"Miss, those CDs you ordered came in. Please wait a
moment." He called one of the other clerks over to take
his place and walked out from behind the counter. He was
twenty-six years old and the assistant manager of the
store. He was tall, a bit over 6'3" and on the skinny
side. He tried to be cool, but he tried even harder to
impress his bosses, so he always wore a suit and a tie.
As he approached Amanda, he pointed to the backroom
door. "Hi, Amanda. I was beginning to wonder if you were
going to show up, today." He liked young girls and used
his ability to pass out CDs and cassettes to get on
their friendly side every chance he could.
"I told you I'd be in, Douglas. The CDs are a present."
"Sure. Well, come on in the back."
They stepped into the storeroom and Douglas shut the
door behind them. There was a table set up with cold
cuts and rolls and cookies. On the shelves were bottles
of scotch and bourbon and vodka.
"Having a little party, back here, Douglas?"
"Sure. The boss treated to drinks and food. I can't be
away from the front for long, so let's get right to it,
Amanda."
Amanda grinned at Douglas, "Did anyone ever tell you how
romantic you are?"
"Cut the crap. Let's do it." He opened his pants and
lowered his zipper. He was already hard.
Amanda stepped close and curled her fingers around his
shaft. "Kiss me, Douglas. I want to be kissed."
Douglas had fucked a lot of teenage girls, but none of
them had been as beautiful or as accomplished as Amanda
Anderson. Since August, he had been giving her CDs and
his hard cock on a weekly basis, and she had been giving
him the best sex he ever had.
They kissed and Douglas's hands found their way to
Amanda's breasts. She was wearing a vest over a soft
turtleneck top. Under the top was only her tits. Her
hard nipples were easy to find and Douglas began pulling
at them.
"C'mon, Amanda. It's got to be quick, today!"
They separated and Douglas sat down on a small desk
chair. Amanda lifted her denim miniskirt and lowered her
tiny panties and straddled Douglas on the chair. Within
seconds, Douglas's dick was buried to the hilt up
Amanda's tight little pussy.
"C'mon, now, and fuck me, Amanda. Give it to me good!"
He smiled as he looked at the girl. She was bouncing up
and down on his cock. Her eyes were closed tightly and
she was breathing hard through her mouth -- moaning and
groaning. The bitch truly loved fucking!
As much as he was enjoying it, Douglas felt himself
boiling up to blast-off point. And then he was over the
top, pulling Amanda down hard on his lap and lifting her
by her waist, pumping his cum deep inside her.
He was just about finished coming when...
"What the fuck is going on here?!"
It was the store owner.
Peter Abruzzi was thirty-eight, married with four kids,
and ran three stores. He was short and bulky, like an
old time runningback. He was a tough businessman and a
bastard to work for.
Douglas pushed Amanda off his lap and she fell to the
floor. She landed there with her skirt up to her waist
and her pretty legs spread wide open, flashing an open,
wet beaver at the intruder. She quickly stood up as
Douglas was zipping up.
"Ah... Mr. Abruzzi... Ah... I can explain!"
"No you can't, Douglas." He hooked his thumb at the
door. "Get back out on the floor. Now!"
When he was gone, Abruzzi looked at the gorgeous
teenager standing in front of him. She had paled
considerably in the last minute or so and was obviously
scared.
"So, tell me. What was he givin' you for lettin' him
bone you?"
Amanda was going to lie and say `nothing' but she
quickly decided that the truth didn't matter. "A boxed
set of Eric Clapton CDs."
"A boxed set, eh? You that good?"
"He says I am."
"S'at so? Well, how about this, little girlie? I get to
see for myself how good you are?"
Amanda didn't say anything, but shook her head.
"No? Well, how about I make this clear? You walk with me
through that door and we go to Mall Security and call
the county cops, or you walk over here and unzip me."
Amanda walked over to the owner and knelt. She reached
up and pulled his zipper down. She reached inside the
opening and found his cock, feeling it growing hard in
her hand.
"Taste it, bitch."
Amanda leaned forward and took his hardness into her
mouth. She swirled her tongue around the smooth, pink
tip and it no longer mattered whose cock it was. She
loved the way penises felt. She loved the smoothness and
the firmness and how warm they were.
Abruzzi was enjoying the blow-job, but he wanted a piece
of this young pussy. "Stand up. Walk over to the chair
and bend over."
Amanda did as she was told and pulled her skirt up to
her waist without being told.
Abruzzi stepped behind the teenager and began pushing
his cock between her pink pussylips. She was tight and
the owner was afraid he was going to cum even before he
got it all the way in her!
He didn't last much longer than his first deep thrust.
The kid matched his rhythm and before he could blink, he
was spewing his goo into the little slut's pussy.
"Whew! What a fuck! Douglas is right, you are good."
Amanda was blushing wildly as she stepped and wiggled
into her panties and lowered her skirt. "Can I keep the
CDs, mister?"
"Huh? Oh, sure. Sure. Here," he said as he reached to a
shelf, "take another one, too. You like Pink Floyd?"
"Yeah, sure. Thank you."
Peter Abruzzi was sitting in the chair, still catching
his breath and fixing a drink as Amanda placed the new
set into her bag and reached for the doorknob.
"Well, thanks again. And... and Merry Christmas."
Abruzzi looked up and stared as the beautiful teenager
waved and walked out of the store room.
* * *
In front of the fireplace, Amanda let her finger trail
down over her smooth stomach and through her pussy hair.
Slowly, oh so slowly, she pressed her index finger
between her pussylips and grazed it across her hard
little clit.
"OH!"
Sensitive. Very sensitive. She decided not to touch her
clit again for a while if she wanted to last a little
longer. Go slow. She was looking forward to a great
come. She was relaxed and warm and buzzed. Her body was
very sensitive, and she had sexy thoughts to think...
* * *
Amanda found Snake and Spider at the fountain in the
center of the mall. She giggled to herself at their
silly nicknames. Snake was really Brandon and Spider was
Jason, but they insisted on their friends using their
nicknames. Especially when they were decked out in their
skateboard "uniforms" the way they were whenever they
weren't in school -- baggy jeans, old converses, long t-
shirts and earrings and fake (at least Amanda thought
they were fake) tatoos.
"Hey" Spider said. Snake nodded.
"Hey." Amanda had run into the two guys at parties. They
were both freshmen in high school and were inseparable.
"What's up?"
"Just shopping. I saw a pipe I'd like for my father, but
I can't afford it."
"Tough."
"Yeah. I was wondering..."
"Yeah?"
Amanda had a feeling they knew what she was going to ask
them, but they weren't volunteering anything. "Yeah. I
was wondering, like, if we could work out some kind of
trade. I really want that pipe."
"What ya got to trade?" It was the first thing Snake had
said, so Amanda knew he was interested.
Amanda looked down at her feet, acting coy. "You know."
"When? Where?" Spider asked.
Amanda looked up at him, "Now? Here?"
"Deal!" That was Snake.
In the tobacco store, everything went smoothly. The
clerk was weighing tobacco for Amanda and had his back
to the store. Snake came rolling in and went right to
the cigar humidor room and opened the door. The owner
stepped quickly after him, telling him to shut the door.
Spider popped into the store, Amanda pointed at the pipe
in its nice little box and everything disappeared under
Spider's shirt before he popped out of the store, again.
They met in the utility access hall, outside the
restrooms.
Spider gave Amanda her package and Snake checked the
men's room and signaled with his head for them to
follow.
The three teenagers went to the last stall and closed
the door after them.
It was crowded and clumsy, and they all got the giggles
every time they heard someone come in and use the
facilities, but it was fun and didn't take all that long
to complete their business.
The real joke occurred when they were done. They opened
the stall door and there was an older man standing at
the mirror, combing his hair. They walked across the
room, staring straight ahead at the door. They knew the
man was watching them in the mirror. They finally
reached the door and ran down the hall, laughing
hysterically.
* * *
Amanda was now on the floor with her back against the
sofa. She was closer to the fire and it was almost too
hot on her skin, but it still felt so good. Her skin was
dry and warm, a lot like when she sunbathes. A lot like
when she was sunbathing last summer at the Miller's
pool...
* * *
Marian Miller was away again. She worked for a publisher
and this summer she was travelling with some authors on
a long sales trip.
Rasheed and Yolanda were playing in the shallow end.
Amanda was on a chaise watching them when Ron opened the
back door of the house.
"Daddy's home!"
Both kids squealed and ran to him. After hugging and
lifting the kids, Ron waved to Amanda.
"Hi, Mr. Miller. I have dinner ready, if you feel like
pasta salad and grilled chicken."
"Sounds great, Amanda. Will you join us?"
"Yeah, stay, Amanda!" yelled Rasheed. He knew if she
stayed, he'd get a book or two read to him before bed.
"Well, okay, if you don't mind." This was becoming a
habit. Amanda had been babysitting for the Millers for
almost a year, but with Marian's travelling, it was a
fulltime job this summer. Now, for the last week, Amanda
would have dinner ready for Ron and the kids and he
would invite her to stay.
They would do the dishes together and together they
would put the kids to bed, and then Amanda would walk
home. She felt herself becoming closer to the three of
them, like being a part of their family. Marian was some
abstract being that lived somewhere out over the phone
lines.
Ron, on the other hand, was very much there. He was
good-looking and funny. He was very sweet with his
children, and was always a gentleman around Amanda. At
the same time, Amanda got the impression he found her
attractive. She often caught him staring at her in her
bathing suit or shorts.
She also found him attractive. His skin was smooth
looking and the color of coffee with cream in it. He had
a thin moustache that she liked. In a bathingsuit it was
obvious he worked out. But he didn't bulge like a gym-
rat. He was bulked, but hard and smooth. His torso
tapered from broad shoulders down to a flat stomach and
trim hips.
Then one night, Ron opened a bottle of wine and kept
Amanda's glass full during dinner. After they got the
kids in bed, he invited her to stay for coffee, telling
her he was tired of sitting by himself until bedtime.
With the coffee, he served her a Tia Marie mist, and she
loved it.
He refilled her coffee and drink and put a movie in the
VCR. They both sat on the sofa watching "Sleepless In
Seattle." Before the movie ended, they were in each
other's arms, kissing passionately.
At that time, Amanda was a virgin. She had made-out with
boys when the lights went out at parties, but nothing
more serious than that. But this... This was Romance and
she was ready to be swept up in its embrace.
Ron stood up and lifted Amanda into his arms. Oh, god,
her heart melted! They kissed as he walked down the hall
and into his bedroom. He lay her down on the big bed and
began to undress. Amanda was in a one-piece bathingsuit
and beach wrap, which she quickly shed.
Ron moved beside her and caressed her budding breasts.
It was the first time anyone besides herself had seen
them naked and touched them. She tingled to his soft,
gentle touch. Her breathing quickened. He moved his face
over one of her breasts and gently sucked a nipple into
his mouth.
His free hand glided down her body to her pussy. She
felt his fingers spreading her lips down there and
touching her clitoris, she trembled with so much
pleasure, she thought she was going to scream and cry
and wet herself all at the same time. She couldn't
breathe. She couldn't stand his touch, anymore, but she
knew she'd die if he stopped.
It was her first orgasm.
When she was able to breathe again, she smiled at Ron
and hugged him, "Wow! Thank you!"
Ron smiled back and rolled onto his back. His cock
looked huge to Amanda, but even she had to admit that
she wasn't an expert at the time.
He cradled her head on his shoulder and guided her hand
down to his erection.
She was shocked when she touched him. She didn't know
what to expect, but what it felt like was a surprise. It
was warm and soft. But firm and hard. It was dry and the
skin slid up and down on the shaft. The tip was so
smooth and the flesh under the round head was so soft.
His hair was tight and curly, and covered the sac of
balls. She loved it!
She felt his hand on the back of her head and she knew
what he wanted. She and Amber and Heather had often
talked about sex and how to do it. The three of them had
agreed that they would never put a penis in their mouths
-- not the thing boys pee with! But here she was,
eagerly and curiously moving her mouth to do exactly
that!
She licked it. She sucked it. She kissed it. She made it
wet with her saliva. And Ron seemed to be enjoying
everything she was doing.
Finally, Ron pulled her face away from his prick and she
knew what was next. It was the next logical step and she
wanted it. She knew at that moment that she loved this
beautiful man.
Ron reached over to the night table and squeezed
something clear out of a tube and spread it over the
head of his penis. Then he knelt between Amanda's wide-
open legs.
"Is this your first time?"
Embarrassed, Amanda nodded.
"If it hurts, it will only hurt for a second and then it
will feel good. Okay? Do you trust me, Amanda?"
Again, she nodded.
But it didn't hurt. Maybe it was horseback riding, or
her gymnastics or the other sports she played, but there
was definitely no pain.
Amanda knew she was addicted to what they were doing
from the second that his penis head spread her pussylips
and plunged into her. She had never felt anything like
it! The pleasure of feeling so spread, so filled and all
her nerves down there sending pleasure messages to her
brain. She knew she never wanted to stop fucking Ron
Miller.
And fuck him she did. All summer. The day after that
first time Amanda went to the clinic and started on the
pill. Ron used condoms until it was safe.
As soon as the kids were in bed, so were they. Marian
would come home for a day or two and they would stop,
barely able to keep their hands off each other. Then she
would leave and Ron and Amanda would get right back to
it. He showed her what he liked and what positions he
wanted. He loved fucking doggie-style and having his
dick sucked, but he never went down on her. She asked
him once, late in the summer, and all he said was that
he didn't do that. It didn't really matter all that much
to her.
When the end of the summer approached, Amanda began to
wonder what was going to happen. As unlikely as their
situation looked because of their ages, Amanda had told
Ron that she loved him and she had shown him she could
handle the house -- cooking and cleaning and raising the
children. He had to know she wasn't doing it for the
lousy five dollars an hour they were paying her.
But Marian returned, and Ron didn't say anything to
Amanda other than "thanks for your help with the kids."
Her heart was broken.
But it didn't take long to find out that Ron was not the
only man in the world. Weekend parties offered Amanda
her choice of boys -- and she exercised that choice.
* * *
Now, almost naked before the dying fire, Amanda spread
her pussylips with her fingers and with her other hand
inserted three fingers into her pussy as she rubbed her
clit with her thumb. She was thinking of the date she
had had with a boy named Philip. Philip was only
visiting for the weekend and he had begged -- actually
begged! -- Amanda to let him eat her. It had been her
pleasure!
Just like now!
She was losing control. She was about to come. She knew
she was going to scream so she bit a mouthful of her
robe and nightshirt.
She was coming! Oh, GOD! How she was coming! Her whole
body, her whole mind was coming! She was lost to the
world. She was going to scream, to faint, to cry.
OH, GOD, WHAT A COME!
It went on and on and on. It was the come she had
wanted. Long and intense and deep. Oh, god!
She lay there and spit the cloth from her mouth and
replaced it with a silly grin. Oh, that was GOOD!
It would be perfect if she could feel a big, fat, hard
cock sliding into her wet pussy, deeper and harder than
her fingers had been. Oh, she'd love to be getting
fucked right now!
And she's laying there on the floor, with her nightshirt
rolled up to her neck, her legs spread wide. The mantle
clock softly chimes midnight. Christmas is over.
Amanda hears a quiet noise at the doorway. She looks up.
She doesn't move. She smiles.
"Hello, big brother..."
* * *
Epilog:
* * *
So, that was Christmas, 1994 for the Andersons. What
will Christmas, 1995, be like? Who can guess, after the
randy year they had!
After what happened in the family room? And after their
drunken New Year's Eve, when Bobby really DID kiss his
mother at midnight? After that family ski trip? After
living so closely together in that Winnabago for four
weeks in the Summer? After that tearful farewell party
for Bobby as he returned to college in the Fall?
Was Laurie swept up into office politics at corporate?
Was she sexually harassed? Did she find out what it
would take to get that next promotion? Did the Agro
brothers ever get another double-header with her?
How often did Amanda go "shopping?" Did she "babysit"
for the Millers, again?
Did Robert, Sr. get the state contract? Did he tire of
Shelly's tits?
Did Bobby wear out his welcome at the Stone's? Did
little Heather confess ALL of her naughty sins to Father
Sean? How did Amanda's basketball team do -- and did
Coach Shuler make-out okay? Did the Coach ever get to go
one-on-one with little Amanda? Did Sherman ever recover
from his Christmas blow-job? Was Father Sean able to
contain his growing lusts, or did he give in to them
like so many other perverted priests?
1995 -- What a year it was!
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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