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four hot moms were seated together a little ways away from the bleechers,
watching their sons play ball, but their attentions were not always focused on
the action on the field. They were usually staring at, and making comments
about, the young man coaching the team.
team was good, in first place in their division, so the crowds had grown with
each victory. But the four hot moms had been there from game one and were
always seated in a cluster of lawn chairs a short distance away from the
bleachers. That way they could check out the coach and make all of their
various remarks, which were loaded with desire and lewdness and innuendo, and
coach, named Augie, was a handsome young man in his mid-twenties. He was tall
and tapered and athletic, a former college baseball player, with short,
dirty-blond hair and baby blue eyes behind the sunglasses he constantly wore.
The moms loved watching the smooth, agile way he moved around and peering at
his ass, tightly wrapped inside his jeans. Of course Augie had checked out the
moms too. He had a hard time not looking at them. At their hot bodies and firm
tits and sweet butts, at every game, without husbands, dressed in short shorts
with halters and molded tops, smiling when he glanced their way. He kept his
shades on, hoping they wouldn’t see him sneaking peeks. But they knew.
hot moms all had kids in their teens and were quite a bit older than Augie. But
that didn’t stop them from wanting a piece of his young ass. Or at least
Kayla was the least outspoken of the four of them. She was
the newest addition to the clique, 34, recently separated from her husband,
headed for divorce, and raising her son alone for the first time. She was
black, with kinky, long black hair, and was hot and horny. She watched Augie
and hoped that he liked black women and bubble butts. Her son was Jaylan, the
left fielder. “If he likes the dark meat, girls, look out,” she said.
Donna was the youngest of the four at 32. She was
half-Thai, a petite ball of fire with long, straight black hair down to her
fine, curvy ass. She was married to a henpecked, pussy-whipped accountant, and
had had men outside of her marriage a few times, usually during tax season.
She’d had her son Rocky, the second baseman, at a young age. “Nah, girlfriend,
I bet he likes Asian girls and I hope he likes it rough. I’d like to sink my
teeth into him,” she replied. “Make him beg me to stop. Or beg me not to.”
Janelle was the oldest of the four. She was 40, but didn’t
look it. She was a tall blond, a professional with a latent wild streak, hot
and sexy and divorced. She had an on-again, off-again boyfriend, but she knew
he was a nerd and was just for maintenance. The idea of taking Augie to bed was
attractive to her, and in her mind, possible. Her son Jeff played center field.
“I just want to suck his cock,” she said.
Lexi was a brunette, 35, also divorced, with a great, hard
body and an attitude to match. She was a country girl, a local
rough-around-the-edges redneck, very uninhibited, and tattooed in a few places,
some visible with her skimpy outfit on, and some not. Her son, Ronny Joe, was a
big, rangy boy, and was the first baseman. “Janelle, how about you take care of
his front while I take care of his rear?” Lexi said. “He won’t know if he’s
and Janelle had met years before when they were both still married, and were
swingers. They’d swapped husbands three different times before the guys said
they wanted to see the wives getting it on. So Lexi and Janelle hopped into bed
and went at it, and got into it pretty good. One thing led to another and soon
divorces ensued. Janelle and Lexi had been tight ever since, and although they
both liked men, they still ‘took a roll in the hay’ together every now and
four moms laughed loudly, attracting the annoyed attention of nearby
spectators. It was a crucial moment in a close game, so they shut up and
settled down to watch. They knew their barks were worse than their bites, and
figured it was likely none of them would end up in the sack with Augie. But it was
fun imagining what they’d each do with him if they had the chance. And they
each wondered, if it were possible, which of them would be first?
Coach!” Janelle called. It was a week later, after a close victory, and the
team and coaches and spectators were walking across the field to their cars.
me Augie,” he said, smiling, as she strode up beside him.
Augie,” she said. “Augie, I was wondering. Uh, the season is over soon, and I
was thinking that maybe you’d like to have a party for the team. It’s been such
a good season and all, and I think everyone would enjoy it. And if you are
interested, I’d like to offer to host the party at my house.”
I have a beautiful backyard with a pool, Jacuzzi, a barbecue pit, and plenty of
space for other activities. I think it would be a nice thing to do, and the
kids and parents could celebrate our successful season. I know it would be
liked Janelle, thought she was hot as coals. He’d had an encounter with her
years before, when they both had different lives, but he knew now that she
didn’t remember him. It was seven years before, and they were both much
different then. She didn’t recognize him with his shorter hair and sunglasses.
But he could never have forgotten her. It was one crazy, delightful night and
he’d learned a lot. In fact, it had been a turning point in his life.
think that’s a great idea,” he said. “And that’s very generous of you. When
were you thinking? We still have four games to play, and then the playoffs.”
the playoffs, of course. Why don’t you come over to my house. You can see the
layout and we can plan it together. And I’m sure some of the other parents
would be glad to pitch in and help.”
agreed, and they arranged it. He knew there was no real reason for him to
preview the place, but he wasn’t going to turn down a chance to get one-on-one
with Janelle again. They would meet on Saturday afternoon. That gave Janelle a
few days to arrange to have Jeff shipped off to his father or a friend’s house
on Saturday. If she was going to try to get in the coach’s pants, she didn’t
want to have her son hanging around.
you sly little fox, you,” Lexi said. “You’re fixin’ to seduce that boy, aren’t
twang surfaced whenever she was excited. Janelle had just told her about the
party planning party she had set up for Saturday.
he doesn’t seduce me first,” Janelle said.
may need some help, girl. I could come over if you like. We can tag-team him.”
but no, I’m flying solo this time, Honey. But I’ll keep that in mind.”
had suggested to Augie that they meet in the late afternoon on Saturday, and
they agreed to four o'clock. She said that way it wouldn’t interfere with any
plans they might have for that day, but her real reason was because it would be
getting on happy hour, and she thought a couple drinks would loosen them up.
arrived at her home at a little after four. Janelle had left a note taped to
the front door that said to come right in, she was in the backyard by the pool.
So he opened the door and entered. He walked past the living room and kitchen
to french doors that opened onto the covered patio out back. He walked out and
saw Janelle seated at a black rod iron, glass-topped table, a ceiling fan
rotating above her. On the table was a legal pad, pens, what appeared to be a
couple magazines, an ice bucket, two tall plastic tumblers and a sweaty pitcher
Right on time,” Janelle said, and rose to greet him. She grabbed his hands and
squeezed them, a sturdy grip. She was on her second drink already. Liquid
looked hot as hell, Augie thought. Her blond hair was was freshly frizzed, and
she wore a lacy, v-neck beach cover-up over a black two-piece swimsuit, and was
barefoot. He knew she had a fabulous body, he thought she’d look great in a
potato sack. But the black suit behind the sheer, white cover was sexy as hell.
a seat,” she said, pulling a chair out for him. She poured him a drink. “And
have a Vodka Cooler. These taste great on a warm afternoon like this.”
he said, after taking a sip. His eyes panned around, glancing at the pool, the
fountain, the Jacuzzi, the brick barbecue, the huge potted palms. “Wow,
Janelle, you have a beautiful backyard.”
you. I think we can have a great party and it will be fun for everyone, the
kids and parents alike, don’t you think?”
agreed, and took another drink. He wished he’d worn his shades. It was hard to
keep his eyes off of Janelle’s tits.
I have a rec room downstairs, with a pool table, dart board and video games.
I’ll show you that later if you like.”
nodded, took another sip. His cup was already half-empty, so Janelle picked up
the pitcher and topped it off. Hers too.
got down to business planning the party. Janelle had planned it out in advance.
She already had worked out the day, the time, the menu, the details. Augie
loved that, because what the hell did he know about party planning for a bunch
of kids? So he nodded, went along with all of it, and when he asked about how
much it would cost, she told him it would cost him nothing. She had already
talked to some parents who loved the idea and had agreed to pitch in to cover
the costs and help with all of the logistics. They appreciated Janelle’s ad hoc
booster initiative, and didn’t think Augie should pay a dime because he had
volunteered his time from spring through summer, coaching their sons, had done
a damn good job at it, and their boys were better because of it. They didn’t
want Augie to have to do a thing. They wanted to do it as a Thank You.
was touched, his eyes watered. “I’ll get a cake,” he croaked.
smiled. “Okay. You can bring a cake.”
less than an hour the plans were done and the pitcher was running on empty.
to take a dip?” Janelle asked.
I don’t know,” Augie replied. “I didn’t bring a suit.”
looked around. “What about Jeff?”
off to a friend’s house. Won’t be back until tomorrow. It’s just us.” She let
that hang there, looking him in the eyes. “Or,” she continued, “Why don’t we
sit in the Jacuzzi? It’s very relaxing. Tell you what. You get comfortable in
the Jacuzzi while I get us some more drinks. I’ll join you in a couple
rose from the table, picked up the pitcher and turned and headed toward the
kitchen. Augie admired the silhouette of her ass and upper thighs behind her
translucent wrap as she walked. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his
shirt, then he stood and took off his pants. He folded his clothes and put them
on the chair. With his boxers on, he walked to the tub and lowered himself into
it. The cool water surrounded his body and sweaty balls and felt glorious after
sitting at the table in the sticky heat. He sat back and relaxed as the sun
began to sink behind the side of the house, slowly bringing shade to the pool
Janelle strode back across the patio with another pitcher, picked up the cups
from the table and came to the Jacuzzi. Augie was glad when she’d suggested
more drinks because they tasted great and were going down easy. And it was
turning their meeting into a party. And the way things were shaping up, maybe
poured the drinks, iced with cubes, into both tumblers, handing one to Augie.
She put the pitcher down on the edge of the tub.
toast,” she said, raising her glass. “To a hell of a coach, a hell of a team,
and what I’m sure will be a hell of a party.” They drank. “Here, hold this.”
handed her drink to Augie. Then she shed her lacy cover-up and tossed it on the
deck. Augie had to make an effort to keep his tongue from hanging out. Her
black suit looked amazing with her tanned skin as a backdrop. He eyed her top,
bulging with tits and pointed nipples, and her bottom, a V-shape tapered to her
twat, as she climbed into the tub beside him. She turned the jets on low, and
took her drink from Augie.
sipped their drinks, getting comfortable, not saying anything for a time. When
their drinks were down to half-full, Augie topped them off.
it is. I never get tired of it.” Another silent pause. Then: “I’m glad you came
over, Augie. I think the party will be a blast. And you and the boys deserve it.
You have done a wonderful job with the team this year.”
throwing this party was a great idea for another reason,” she said, taking a
was a clever way for me to get the two of us alone.”
it was, Augie thought. This lady doesn’t mess around. She was no bullshit seven
years ago, and she’s no bullshit now. They both turned slightly, their eyes
like a charm,” Augie said softly.
you have a girlfriend, Augie?”
I’m in a Jacuzzi with a pretty hot one right now.”
smiled. “How old are you?”
And-a-half.” He smiled back at her.
laughed. “You are so cute. I’m forty. That doesn’t bother you?”
I’m in your Jacuzzi with you. We’re half-naked and drinking vodka. What do you
think maybe we should do something about the half part,” she said, with a sly
did, and there was nothing dainty about it. Her lips were soft and supple and
sucked him in. Their tongues flicked and licked and dug deep. The kiss lingered
on. When it finally ended, they paused, eyes-to-eyes, then quickly dove in for
seconds. Augie’s hands soon went to work, settled on a breast and a butt.
Janelle slipped a hand between his thighs, found what she was looking for and
held it as they kissed. She felt it grow in her grasp. The kiss was long,
fantasized about fucking you,” Janelle said, with a gasp.
you talked me into it,” Augie said, with a rasp.
tapped her fingers on the ledge on one side of the tub, about halfway up. Augie
scooted up and sat on it as Janelle spun around on her knees to face him.
take these off,” she said.
slipped her fingers inside the elastic waist of his underpants and pulled them
down and off, and tossed them on the deck. The waterline was now caressing
Augie’s balls and his dick was fully erected, and it was barely out of the
water when Janelle took it into her mouth.
groaned. He felt her hands on him, caressing his balls and ass. He held her
head as it bobbed and his cock slid in and out of it. Soon he was thrusting,
whole cock disappeared into her mouth, and reappeared, over and over. Augie was
amazed at the ease with which she throated him, in and out, smooth as silk. Her
fingertips and nails played on his hardening nuts. He reached behind her back
and unhooked her bikini top, took her breasts in his hands. Her nipples were
hard and enlarged between his fingers.
arms were extended as he felt her up and fucked her mouth at the same time, and
cock and mouth worked in perfect sync. Then one of his pokes was a tad too
exuberant, and with his cock fully inserted into Janelle’s mouth, his butt slipped
off the ledge. He sank like a stone and he yowled when her teeth scraped along
his tenderized shaft and pinched the head on the way down.
ass hit bottom, and his cock and balls collided with Janelle’s thighs, who was
on her knees between his legs. She didn’t miss a beat. With quick finesse she
raised up, pulled her bikini bottom to the side and lowered herself onto him.
Her cunt enveloped his cock, her muscles tightened around it, and she started
bouncing. Okay, Augie thought. Fucking underwater is good; but not that good.
Something was missing, the sensation was different. So he grabbed her butt with
both hands, rose up, turned around, and parked her ass on the ledge. He ripped
her thong off and started fucking her like it was their last day on Earth.
was banging her with abandon, hoping he didn’t throw his back out. Janelle was
squalling as he pummeled her, and her ass was being squished against the lip of
the tub. He plunged his tongue into her mouth to quiet her. The neighbors might
came before he did, and she almost bit his tongue when she did. She squealed,
only half-muffled, and her body shook like a nag at a dog food factory.
shit!” she exclaimed loudly. “Oh fuck.”
jizz flowed into the bubbly tub. She finally stopped vibrating, he pulled out.
“Did you come?” she asked.
slipped her hands into his armpits and pulled upward, and he stood up before
her. The water was up to his thighs, and with her butt on the ledge, her face and
his upright cock were at the same level. She pulled him closer, wrapped her
mouth around his cock and resumed the blowjob she’d been giving him when he
in front of Janelle, Augie watched, mesmerized, as his cock glided in and out
of her agile mouth. He fondled her breasts, felt her palm working his balls and
a fingertip creep into his ass. He swung his groin to match her. It wouldn’t
was slamming her pretty good, but Janelle’s mouth held tight. She had a
steadying grip with a handful of scrotum and a finger up his ass, and was
determined to give him the best blowjob of his young life. She wanted to taste
she did. She heard a low, airy groan and knew he was about to ejaculate. She
rammed her finger all the way in and held a butt cheek in her other hand, and
sucked with all her strength. He groaned again, louder.
I come,” he said, with little breath, and his body shook and his knees knocked
as his cum rose up and out in charged spurts.
felt his cum jettison into the back of her mouth, then again, several more
times. It was a major load, and it was hard to swallow with a big dick in her
mouth. Once he’d given her his all, she backed off, swallowed what she could,
tasted the rest, and swallowed again, with semen oozing out of the corners of
shit,” Augie moaned. “Incredible.”
hesitation, he knelt between her legs. He wanted to eat her neat, sweet pussy,
and he knew how she liked it. He spread her legs, squeezed her ass with both
hands. He pressed his face into her crotch and slipped a finger into her ass.
He put his mouth on her stiffened clit. And with his lips surrounding it,
making a firm, cushioned seal between his mouth and her lush flesh, he sucked.
My God!” Janelle shrieked, almost a shout, at that first contact.
sucked it, and gently tongued it between his lips.
she said excitedly. “That’s it. Right there.”
kept at it, over and over, as Janelle squirmed and moaned, and he would
continue to do so until she had another orgasm. Which he knew she would, and
shit,” she barked. “Yes. There. Just like that.”
wouldn’t be more than another couple minutes. Janelle’s body was convulsing
like a willow in the wind and her cunt was about to explode.
gonna come again,” she hissed. “I’m gonna come big.”
breathed in a deep lungful of air through his nose and took one last long,
nonstop power suck. He sucked the cum right out of her and took it in the face.
Her body writhed as she came, her ass slithered in his hands. When her release
was over her spasms abated, and with her body wonderfully spent, she pulled his
head up from between her legs. Their lips met and spread apart, their
cum-flavored tongues dove together, and they kissed deeply and long. As the
kiss was ending, just before Janelle was about to let her body sink back into
the depth of the tub, she felt him enter her.
wasn’t through, he wanted to fuck her again. His cock was again at its fullest,
so he slipped it between her pussy lips and rammed it home, and screwed her
hard until he expelled a load of cum into her.
Augie, that was amazing,” Janelle said. “Looks like coaching baseball is not
were still in the Jacuzzi, skin-to-skin, sipping the drinks Augie had refilled.
“I think you are the amazing one. You are fucking sexy as hell.”
I have to tell you,” she said. “I knew I wanted you, and I was pretty sure it would
be good. But damn, boy, you are really good. I can’t remember the last time I
felt so completely fucked. And where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”
wasn’t sure if the question was rhetorical, so he took his time, sipped his
drink. Then he said: “From you.”
lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up at him. “Say what?”
taught you?” Janelle said, confused. “Taught you what?”
don’t remember me,” he said. “But I remember you. I could never forget.”
sat up, turned to him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
was seven years ago,” Augie said. “I was home for the summer after my sophomore
year in college. It was a Friday night. I met you at a bar that’s not there
anymore, on the west side, it was called Anastasia’s. I had on black jeans and
a purple East Carolina t-shirt, and you wore a blue skirt with a white blouse,
your hair was short, a wavy bob or something like that, and you looked hot as
hell. We were flirting a little. I couldn’t believe you were paying attention
to me, being younger, but I was high on the thought of it. We hit it off, you
invited me back to your place and I followed you home. It wasn’t this place
though, it was a townhouse. We had sex. And you taught me how to eat pussy.”
got goosebumps when he mentioned the name of the bar. She remembered the night.
It was the only time she’d ever been to the place. She’d gone there because no
one would know her, and she had to be discreet. The place had a younger
clientele and she thought maybe she could connect with some young stud for a
casual one-nighter. She was separated from her husband, headed for divorce, her
son was spending the weekend with Dad. And she was horny. “No,” she said.
townhouse was in a complex out by the old mall. Don’t remember the street but
the house number was 256. There was not much furniture, but there was a brass
bed in a bedroom and a bunch of boxes stacked. You made it clear it was one
night only. You took charge, you took me to bed and you showed me how you like
it. I’ve never forgotten what you taught me, I’ve been doing it ever since. And
I’ve never had any complaints.”
was shocked. “That was you? His name wasn’t Augie. It was, uh, what was it…”
It’s a nickname, just like Augie. My given name is Augustus, which I always
hated. I had long hair then, was skinnier, and a perpetual three or four-day
beard. And no sunglasses.”
My God,” Janelle said, her hand covering her gaspy mouth. “You must think I’m
don’t think you’re awful. Why would I think that?”
I did that. It was seven years ago, right? I was 33, and you were what, 19? To
pick up a college kid in a bar and take him home like that.”
on, Janelle. We were just two people who met, the timing was right, we clicked
and we went with it,” Augie said.
was silent for a moment. She was thinking back, and it was coming back. “That
was a rough time for me,” she said, shaking her head, looking down at the
roiling water and holding his hand, embarrassed. “I was separated from my
husband, we were getting a divorce, I was taking anxiety meds. The townhouse
was a rental property we owned and were getting ready to sell. Jeff was with
his father for the weekend. I had needs, I was out of it, I was lonely. I’m
kissed her on her forehead. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “It was one of the best
It was a muggy Friday night in August. The place had a horseshoe bar
and booths along two walls. Gus and Marty found two stools on one bend of the
horseshoe and ordered a pitcher of beer. When the pitcher arrived they filled
their mugs and took healthy gulps, and the cold brew tasted great after an hour
of racquetball. They scanned the room, looking for people they knew, not
finding any. But as they talked, Gus caught the eye of an attractive older
woman sitting a few stools away on the horseshoe bend. He had a good
three-quarter view, not from the side and not full front. She had short,
rippled blond hair, and wore a smart business suit. She must have come from her
job, Gus thought, a manager of some office or something. She was with another
woman, younger, probably having a drink after work. Sharing a carafe of white
wine. The guys went through the first pitcher, and ordered a second. But after
another fifteen minutes, Marty said he had to go. He was running late, his
girlfriend was texting him and would probably be pissed. He left Gus with half
Gus stayed. He wasn’t going to waste the beer, and he wanted to keep
his eye on that woman over there who was glancing his way, smiling at him, and
making eye contact. He had a slight buzz by now and no plans for the night.
Could he actually hook up with an older, sophisticated lady like her? Be cool,
he thought. Just be cool. The ripple-haired blond had noticed him checking her
out. Pretty good, she thought, he’s cute, he’ll do. She looked him in the eye a
couple times, smiled at him, gave him a wink. Gus could tell by their body
language that the older woman and the younger woman weren’t best friends or
anything. They talked, but stiffly, without much enthusiasm. He sipped his
beer, watched them patiently. The Friday night customers started slowly rolling
The younger gal swigged the last of her second drink and picked up
the chit in front of her. She opened her purse and put some bills on the bar.
She said something to Blondie, stood up, and headed to the restroom. Blondie
took a sip from her wineglass, which was running low, and turned her head
toward him, looked him in the eye. This is it, Gus thought, my opportunity. Do
I go for it, or wimp out? The place was filling up. It was yes or no, do or
die, now or never. “Excuse me,” Gus said to the bartender, who was fortunately
nearby. “That blond lady there. Do you know her name?” He nodded in her
direction. The bartender took a quick look at her, shook his head and said,
“Never seen her before. Why?” “Just curious. She’s pretty hot, don’t ya think?”
The bartender said; “Don’t you think she may be a little
mature for you?” Gus shrugged his shoulders. He’d had one experience with an
older woman off at college, a baseball groupie who lived close to campus and
came to every home game. What the hell, he was going to take a shot. “Serve her
another a drink on me, tell her it’s from Gus, and what is her name? But bring
me a shot of Jack Daniel’s first.” He slid a twenty across the bar. “Okay,
Slick,” the bartender said with a laugh, taking the bill. “Good luck.” The shot
was in front of him in thirty seconds. He downed it, chased it with lukewarm
beer, then watched as the blonde’s companion returned from the restroom and
said her goodbye. As she departed, the bartender didn’t miss a beat.
He put a fresh, filled wineglass in front of the blond, spoke to her
briefly and pointed at him. “Thank you, Gus!” she called, “I’m Janelle,” loud
enough for anyone nearby to hear. She raised her glass, said “Cheers!” and took
a sip. Gus raised his mug, gave her his shit-eatingest grin, and took a gulp of
beer. He was trying to decide what to do next when she gave him a little finger
wave. “Your friend left, my friend left, care to join me, Honey?” Janelle said,
tapping on the bar in front of the stool next to her. The Valium and the wine
were talking and she wanted to take this kid home. Gus didn’t hesitate. He left
the warm pitcher sitting on the bar, called for a cold one and sidled over to
Janelle and sat beside her.
They talked, awkwardly at first, but their conversation soon
smoothed out and moved on. He was getting served, so she assumed he was at
least twenty-one. They ordered refills of their drinks, and occasionally
touched each other as they conversed. He touched her hand, she touched his, her
hand brushed his thigh, his arm nudged hers. The bar became noisy, filled with
a boisterous Friday night crowd. “You come here often?” Augie said, instantly
kicking himself. He couldn’t think of anything else at the moment. “No, it’s my
first time,” Janelle replied, not adding that she had come there hoping to find
a young guy and get laid. “How about you?” “Nah; Played racquetball with my
buddy. We came here for a beer afterwards, and I won’t see him for a while.”
“Really? Why’s that? "I’m leaving next week; Going back to college.”
Perfect, Janelle thought. “Hey,” she said, her mouth close to his ear.
“Wanna blow this joint and find someplace a little more private?”
Gus didn’t have to think about it. He wouldn’t have to scare up his nerve
either, she was making it easy for him. This lady doesn’t mess around. “Sure,”
he said. “Where to?” “I know a place.” She took a last drink of wine. “Follow
me.” They walked outside and got in their cars. Gus followed Janelle down the
highway for a mile or so, passed the mall and turned into a townhouse
community. Janelle pulled into the driveway of an end unit, he saw the house
number 256 above the front door and stenciled on the curb. Gus parked in a
guest spot across the narrow street. Janelle fumbled through some keys, chose
one but it didn’t work. “Shit,” she said, and tried another. The third one was
the right one. They entered, she flipped on a light, closed the door. Gus
looked around. The place was sparsely furnished and had some storage boxes
stacked here and there. Janelle tossed the keys on a table. She’d left her
purse locked in the car. “Is this your house?” Gus asked. “We own it, but I
don’t live here,” she said. “I’m going through a divorce.
This place is marital property, so we’ll be selling it soon.” She
took a step toward him, close to him now, their toes touching, face-to-face.
She wore heels so they were about the same height. “The kitchen is bare, so I
don’t have anything to offer you; Except me. But then, that’s why you followed
me here, isn’t it?” Gus swallowed air, nodded. There she is again, he thought,
Miss No-Bullshit. His willy wiggled. “Good,” she said, putting her hands on his
shoulders and staring into his eyes. “But we have to get something straight,
right away. My life is much too complex these days, I’m going through a
divorce, so I still have a husband and have to be discreet. I have a child, and
a career, I can’t have an affair. This is one time only, okay?”
“That’s fine,” Gus croaked. “I’m going back to school next
week anyhow.” “Yes. That’s one of the reasons why I chose you. That, plus the
fact that you are a cutey pie. Kiss me.” He put his lips to hers and they
melded into one fleshy mass, and soon their mouths opened and their tongues
took over “Get undressed, I’ll be right back.” She walked into the adjacent
bathroom and closed the door. Gus took off his clothes, folded them and placed
them on the dresser. Her directness was intimidating and sexy at the same time.
He got into bed. His dick stayed stiff with anticipation. He listened.
He couldn’t hear much, but he did hear the toilet flush and the
faucet running. He closed his eyes, pictured her sitting on the john, pissing,
wiping, washing her hands. He stroked himself. The bathroom door opened. He saw
her naked for a split second before she flipped off the fluorescent light above
the sink. What a good looking woman, he thought. She came to bed and lay beside
him, then into his arms. They kissed. It was another barn-burner. As their
tongues moshed and their mouths sucked, their hands started working overtime.
Janelle wrapped her arms around him, stroked his back, fingered his longish
hair and fondled his muscly butt. Gus had handfuls of tit and ass. Her nipples
were like chips of granite. Before long Gus was sucking her granite chips into
his mouth, and Janelle was moaning and chewing his hair.
She felt his hand slip between her legs, and moaned as his fingers
entered her. She groped for his cock but she couldn’t reach it. She put her
hand to her crotch, held his hand and gnashed her twat onto it, pushed his
fingers deeper inside her. She was good and wet and felt his teeth surround her
left nipple as he sucked on it. She pulled his head up to hers, rammed her
tongue into his mouth. “You want my pussy?” she asked softly, her face flush up
to his. He nodded and mumbled a yes. “Good. You’re getting some tonight.”
Another kiss, then: “Go down on me.” Down he went. In no time his head was
between her splayed legs, and he was kissing her thighs, licking her labia,
jabbing his tongue into her. Janelle reached down to her swollen clit, put her
finger on it. Gus took the hint. “Here,” she said. He licked it, sucked it
briefly, licked it again. Janelle held his head in her hands. “Put your tongue
on it,” she said. He did. “Now, put your lips around it, seal it in.” He did
“That’s good. Now suck on it, not too hard.” He did. “That’s it,
like that, that’s good.” She rocked her crotch gently, pushing her clit into
him, fucking his mouth. She was breathing harder, faster, holding his head
steady as she ground her mound into his face, getting closer, wanting to come,
needing it. Gus backed off, took a breath, licked her left lip. “No!” Janelle
exclaimed, digging her painted nails into his scalp, pressing his face against
her snatch. “Stay on it, keep your lips around it, suck it, don’t blow on it,
don’t let the air hit it.” He took it back into his mouth, his tongue
cushioning it, his lips surrounding it, keeping it warm and wet. He sucked
gently, felt her hands in his hair and on his shoulders as her body squirmed.
She grabbed his right hand, which was clasped around her left tit, and brought
“That’s it, Gus. Like that. Keep doing that. Don’t stop.” With one
hand still on his head, she took his middle finger into her mouth all the way
and sucked on it, licked it, moved it around, surrounded it with saliva. Took
it out of her mouth, swung it around behind her, pressed his finger to her
butthole. “Stick it in my ass,” she said. “And keep doing what you’re doing
with your mouth. Yes, just like that. Damn that’s good, uh huh.” She flinched
only slightly when she felt his finger dig into her. He kept doing what she
asked him to do. Sucked her clit, licked it, tasted her oozy funk,
finger-reamed her butt. He felt her cunt mashing against his face and her
asshole pinching his finger. “Oh God, yes!” she blurted, and fucked his mouth
harder. “I’m coming…” She exploded into his face. Her body gyrated and her legs
flailed and her nails dug into his flesh. Gradually her throes slowed and
diminished. He removed his face from her crotch and his finger from her ass.
She pulled his head up to hers and kissed him, a ten-second tongue
twister. “Fuck me,” she said. He banged her as hard as he could without getting
dizzy, and her cunt squeezed his cock in perfect rhythm. She came again, he
knew by her body spasms, and then he had his own orgasm and dumped a long chain
of sperm into her. Gus knew he had done good. Not only did she come, but she
came twice. Came big. That’s the goal isn’t it, to make the lady come? And he’d
learned a few lessons in the process. Lessons he wouldn’t forget.
you remember much about that night?” Augie asked, draining his drink and
a lot of details,” Janelle said. “Like I said, my life was in turmoil at the
time. But I do remember that the first kiss was a pleasant surprise. I thought
it went really well considering you were so young. I remember having a couple
thunder growled. It started to rain, and soon was coming down hard. They
grabbed what they could and ran inside. They ate sandwiches, then fucked again
on the couch in the living room. Janelle’s phone rang at around nine o'clock
and she disappeared naked into the next room to take the call. Augie waited a
few minutes, then dressed and let himself out without saying goodbye. He
realized later that he’d left his skivvies out in her backyard on the
