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Mrs Robinson

By: phoenix196



A moment of madness led me to Mrs Robinson's house which can be found in an innocuous and quiet leafy suburb and which changed my life forever. Having just graduated from university I was enjoying the summer before thinking about getting a job and decided to join a few of the guys for an afternoon of watching sport and drinking beer. The afternoon became the evening as we worked our way around the local pubs and bars before arriving at that particular moment. 

We had been waiting for a taxi for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few minutes when a car pulled up at a cash point. The owner jumped out leaving the engine running. Full of beer and bravado I jumped in telling my friends to do the same before speeding off towards the nightclub which was just across town. I am not sure how we managed to get there in one piece but we did. The police arrived 20 minutes later courtesy of CCTV and off I went to spend the night in the cells appearing somewhat dishevelled and no doubt stinking of booze in front of the magistrate first thing the next morning. 

Unfortunately for me the car belonged to a close friend of the judge who took a very dim view of my hijinks even thought there was no damage to the vehicle and the fact that I was obviously not a hardened criminal. My lawyer put in a plea for leniency and was asked to approach the bench. A deal was struck whereby I agreed to spend an entire week doing odd jobs and generally helping the owner of the car by way of recompense. If I breached the agreement in any way however it was made clear that I would find myself back in front of the judge. Concerned about the implications of a criminal record when trying to get a job with a law firm I quickly agreed!

Monday morning I duly reported for duty. The house was large and detached in a quiet leafy suburb set amongst a number of other large detached houses. I walked up the long drive and knocked on the door which was answered a few minutes later by a tall smartly dressed shapely lady who was a good few inches taller than me in her heels. The night of the incident was a blur so I had no idea if this was the person who jumped out of the car or not. Following an awkward silence I thrust my hand out in an embarrassed fashion and stuttered some form of apology. The lady told me to address her as Mrs Robinson before leading me through to the garden and telling me to get on with tidying up and cutting the grass.

The weather was hot and the sun was beating down from a cloudless sky. I worked hard eager to prove I was genuinely sorry for my actions when the door opened and Mrs Robinson emerged in a high cut sexy black bikini and 4 ins spiked heels with two drinks on a tray. I gratefully took a glass which I drained in one as she laid out a towel on the sun lounger. Handing me a bottle of sun lotion she lay on her front and asked me to rub some cream into her back. I sat on the edge of the chair and duly obliged. Mrs Robinson was probably in her mid 40's with smooth tanned skin and shoulder length auburn hair swept back into a tight ponytail. Her breasts were pert and full suggesting a little medical intervention and looked fantastic cupped in the black bikini. My eyes were drawn to her long toned legs and perfectly manicured fingers and toes suggesting a lady of leisure. My mind wandered exploring all sorts of fantasies as I rubbed the cream into her soft skin.

"I see you're enjoying yourself a little too much" she laughed nodding towards the bulge in my shorts. "Maybe you should get back to work." 

Red faced with embarrassment I jumped up and hurried towards the garden to continue my work. For the rest of the morning I was unable to take my eyes off her as she lay there in the sun. She summoned me over at lunchtime and told me to make us both some lunch and bring it out to the garden. I quickly made some sandwiches and returned. 

"There's also a bottle of bubbly and an ice bucket in the kitchen, not that you deserve it, hurry along now I'm thirsty."

We sat in the garden talking, flirting and drinking cold champagne. We quickly finished the first bottle and I was duly dispatched for another. She handed me the lotion again and asked me to put some more on. She lay back and I slowly started rubbing the cream into her deliciously smooth tanned legs before working my way up to her flat taught stomach. She unclasped her bikini top and turned her head to me, eyes hidden behind her sun glasses. 

"I do so prefer an all over tan." 

I swallowed hard, heart racing as I squirted the cream into my hand before gently rubbing it over her firm pert breasts with their hard erect pink nipples. Taking my time, enjoying the moment as I licked my lips, heart racing. By this time my cock was hard and very obvious in my shorts but I no longer cared. 

"I did say an all over tan" she smiled as she peeled down her bikini bottoms, "I do hope you have some of that cream left over." 

I gasped, unable to speak. There between her thighs was a semi erect penis! My face was staring back at me from the reflection in her glasses as I stuttered something, I don't remember what. 

"Now calm down honey you have an important decision to make, one that will have a profound effect on your future one way or the other. You either do as I say or leave this house right now. If you opt for the second you will be back in court with a criminal record and the only job you'll be able to get is right here with me." 

Her words hung heavily as I struggled to make sense of what she was saying through the champagne cloud but I was sober enough to realise that I did not want to throw away three years of law school and a promising career. After all who would ever find out? 

I drained my glass, poured a second which I also drained before taking the cream from her. She parted her thighs.

"Try not to get any on my cock or balls hun as I don't think it tastes very nice." 

The implications of what she had just said began to sink in as I carefully massaged the cream into the top of her thighs. She reached down wrapping her long slender fingers with their perfectly manacured nails around her throbbing member and began to stroke herself whilst smiling wickedly at me from behind her sunglasses. 

"Why don't you take over darling? Just pretend it's your own, I am sure you've had plenty of practice" she teased. 

I wiped my hand on the towel and gingerly reached out wrapping my fingers around her semi hard cock which felt so warm in my hand. She moaned as I began to stroke her cock, feeling the blood coursing through her veins as she got harder. She must have been a good 8 inches and thick. 

"Mmm good boy that's right, now peel back my foreskin and let my head get some sun" she moaned obviously enjoying the power she had over me as much as the sensation of my hand around her hard throbbing dick. Her head was a deep purple colour, the skin stretched taught with anticipation. 

"Now it's time for your first taste of cock hun, I presume it is your first taste but maybe it's not?" she said coyly "or should I call the judge? I suspect that a good looking boy like you would have to suck a lot of cock in prison and I am sure the judge would lock you up for at least one night if I asked him nicely. Just think about what you would like and I am sure that I will like the same, plenty of tongue and spit but no teeth" she laughed. 

I slowly knelt at the end of the sun lounger and lowered my head. Surely better to suck a clean, smooth shaved cock attached to a beautiful older woman than being forced to suck dirty hairy prison cocks? I opened my lips and rolling back her foreskin I took her head into my mouth closing my lips around her shaft. Her fingers ran through my hair as she moaned grinding her hips and pushing her cock deeper between my lips and into my mouth. I grabbed the base of her throbbing dick and slowly wanked her as my other hand found her cum filled balls which felt like they hadn't been emptied for a while. She obviously read my mind. 

"Mmmm I have been saving that for you for over a week now! You didn't think I'd let you get away with stealing my car that easily did you?" 

It had been a set up all along but now there was no turning back. I had made my own bed and now I had to lie in it albeit with a transsexual lady. She turned me over onto my back and sat astride my chest lowering her balls into my mouth as she stroked her hard dick slippery with my saliva. Her long smooth calves pressed against my bare skin as she leaned forward enjoying the pleasures of my mouth. She was naked now apart from her heels which clicked on the stone slabs beneath us. 

She moved higher squatting over me and lowered her perfectly smooth firm ass to my wanton mouth. I greedily ran the tip of my tongue along the crack before pushing my tongue inside her making her moan. She pushed down almost suffocating me as she ground her hole against my hungry mouth, moaning the whole time, both of us lost in the moment.

"Now it's time for you to take responsibility for your actions my young friend" she said moving over to the garden chair. "This is purely your decision and one that only you can make so if you want to then come here, sit astride me and take my cock in your virgin ass pussy." 

How could I resist, I had come so far and Mrs Robinson looked so very hot. I walked over sitting astride her lap as I reached around for her straining cock which was slippery with my saliva. I rubbed her head along my crack before lining her up with my virgin hole. I slowly pushed down grasping the base of her cock and felt my ring give way. The pain was incredible as she entered me for the first time, her hands caressing me as she slowly pushed up to meet me. Inch by inch she filled my tight hole until she was balls deep inside me. 

We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity, lips pressed together before she slowly began to move inside me. The feeling was incredible and we soon moved positions onto the grass so Mrs Robinson could lie back and wank me with those beautifully manicured fingers as I slowly rode up and down on her magnificent dick in the hot sunshine. We turned again so I was now on my back, legs pinned over her shoulder so she could sink her hard throbbing meat deeper inside me. The tenderness changed into animalistic rutting as she fucked me harder with long deep strokes whilst my cock pressed into her stomach. Kissing hungrily, Mrs Robinson pulled back slightly spitting into my mouth and biting my neck and shoulder whilst drilling my virgin well.

Suddenly she pulled out. "Are you willing to give yourself to me for the whole of this week, do everything I say without question? If you are then you must prove it to me now." 

I nodded eagerly wanting her cock, wanting to cum, wanting to make Mrs Robinson cum. 

"Stand next to me and wank for me but don't cum" she told me lying back in the sun lounger and sipping her champagne as she slowly stroked her own glistening cock. She could tell I was close 

"Cum in my hand, here right in the palm of my hand" she commanded. 

I couldn't hold back any longer and with a low moan I came hard spurting my cum into her outstretched palm, spurt after spurt until there was no more. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. 

"Now kneel" she said as she slowly rubbed the cum into her own cock and around her balls. "If you truly give yourself to me then you will beg me to cum in your mouth whilst licking and sucking my cock clean. Will you do this for me?" 

All I could do was nod obediently as she stood over me wanking, using my spunk as lube . 

"Open your mouth" she moaned and as I did her cock exploded over my tongue and against the back of my throat. Spurt after spurt of warm thick cum filled my mouth making me gag as I struggled to keep up with the flow. The acrid smell of her sex filled my nose as she moaned deeply, her body shaking with desire. 

"You must swallow it all!" she told me before plunging her cum coated cock into my mouth so I could lick and suck my own semen from her meat. 

I wrapped my fingers around her cock and greedily wanked every last drop from her balls into my lustful mouth licking her clean. 

"Good boy now go clean yourself up we have guests for dinner and believe me they are very eager to meet you."

Mrs. Robinson



Note: This is part two of a young girls intimate relationship with her parents to be. Please read Mr. Robinson to get up to date.

* * * * *

Brenda heard her husband in the shower off of the master bedroom. She tried to open the bathroom door but it was locked. Strange, since they never normally lock the door.

Brenda removed her dress and was slipping into a pair of jeans when Steve came out of the bathroom. "Oh, you're home" Steve said as he walked over to his wife acting surprised she was home so soon. His prick was still semi-hard from his touching session with Lisa. "Is this for me?" Brenda said as she reached to touch his rod. "Sure baby. But, not right now. We have company remember?" 

"Did you hear from Matt?" Brenda asked as her husband turned to get dressed. "Nope. I hope he didn't run into anymore delays," Steve said as he pulled his boxers up over his hips. They quickly got dressed and walked downstairs to find Lisa asleep on the sofa. "Shhhh" Brenda said softly as she tiptoed into the kitchen. She poured herself some wine as Steve sat at the table. "So how was your night with Lisa?" Brenda asked. 

"Pretty nice actually. She is really a nice girl and we just seemed to hit it off right away." Steve answered. "After dinner she was so tired she feel asleep on the sofa." 

Lisa was not asleep as she rested on the sofa. The wine had gone to her head and she had lost control of her desires when she was with Mr. Robinson. She was now worried that the things she had done with him were going to mess up her marriage with Matt. She tried to pretend that she could forget about what had occurred but she couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Robinson. He was so big. Her hand moved into her shorts and panties and was touching her clit when she heard them coming down the stairs. She quickly removed her hand and again pretended to be asleep. This was getting to be a habit. She was nervous to face Mr. Robinson again but knew she had to do it sooner or later. She yawned loudly and headed into the kitchen. 

"Hello sleepy-head" Brenda said as she entered the kitchen. "Hi Mrs. Robinson" Lisa replied. "Please call us Brenda and Steve" Brenda said as she watched Lisa move to the other side of the table. Brenda took note of Lisa's thong underwear she could see through the cotton shorts. She could also easily see her nipple buds under her tee shirt. She knew her husband didn't miss them either. Before Lisa or Steve could say anything the phone rang. Brenda answered it. "Hello son" she said. "What? You're kidding! Sunday? OK I love you too." She turned and handed the phone to Lisa. "Matt will be delayed until Sunday. He wants to talk to Lisa." 

Lisa took the phone. Matt told her he could not make it home until Sunday. He was on the soccer team and the coach called a Saturday Scrimmage with another team. Since he was in line for a starting position he could not leave and miss the practice game. He kept saying how sorry he was. "It's OK Matt, another day doesn't matter. I'll be here when you get here. I love you too," she said. She hung up the phone and turned to see Mr. and Mrs. Robinson looking at her. "So I guess you are stuck with us," Brenda said. Lisa looked over at Mr. Robinson and saw a big smile. She knew the next two days would be difficult for her to be around him.

It was now late and Mrs. Robinson moved upstairs to get her pajama's on. Lisa suddenly got very nervous. She tried to avoid looking or talking to Mr. Robinson. She moved out of her chair and into the living room. Mr. Robinson was right behind her. Before she could sit down his hands grabbed her from behind. "Lisa if you don't talk to me or look at me they will know something is wrong. I guess you didn't like what happened?" 

"No, I mean I did like it but it was wrong" she said as she turned to look at him. He looked back at the stairs and moved his lips forward to hers. She tried to pull back but he held her lips to his. She felt his tongue move forward to enter her lips. She tried to tell him no but when she opened her mouth his tongue moved inside. Her lips opened wide as his tongue found hers. She stopped struggling and gave in again to his advances. She couldn't say no to this man. Her own tongue moved with his as she heard a door close upstairs. Steve's hand moved up to cup her breast. He moved his hard-on against her stomach as he played with her hard nipple. Lisa gathered up enough courage to push him away. Her skin was flushed as she moved quickly up the stairs. She met Brenda coming down. "Are you alright dear?" Brenda asked seeing Lisa looking a little red. "Yes, I just need to take a shower and change into my pajamas."

Lisa closed and locked her bedroom door. She was breathing hard and was trying to calm down. She moved into the small bathroom and turned on the shower. After removing her clothes she moved under the warm water. Her mind could only think about touching Mr. Robinson's hard prick. She kept imagining how it would feel inside of her. Her fingers moved to her hard nub and she played with it wishing it were Mr. Robinson's hand instead of her own. 

Brenda could see Steve still sported a hard-on. As she walked by, Steve reached up and pulled her down next to him. "It's yours now if you want it" he said as he took her hand and moved it to his bulge. "But, Lisa is upstairs" Brenda said as she slowly massaged the large lump in his slacks. "She will be a while," he said as he closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa. Brenda unzipped his slacks and reached inside to pull out his prick. She held onto his shaft as she slipped off the sofa to kneel between her husband's legs. Steve moaned and closed his eyes as her mouth moved down over his hard shaft. It had been almost a year since she had last given him a blowjob. He really needed one right now. 

Lisa didn't take much time to climax. Her body was more than ready when she entered the shower. She didn't want to keep them waiting so she quickly dried and slipped into her PJs. She put her hair into a towel and moved quietly out into the hallway. She heard the TV but could not hear their voices. As she moved down the stairs she could see Mrs. Robinson's feet and then her legs. She was kneeling by the sofa. Strange Lisa thought. 

As she moved down another step she could see Mrs. Robinson's head bobbing up and down on Mr. Robinson's lap. It was the first time she saw his prick out of his shorts. It looked so big as Mrs. Robinson's tongue moved up and down its length. She turned to move back up the steps when she saw Mr. Robinson's head turn to look her way. They made eye contact before she turned and moved quickly up the stairs. Lisa decided to stay in her room for the rest of the night. Her head was still spinning from the wine and what she had just seen. She had never given Matt a blowjob and didn't really know how it was done. She fell asleep imagining it was her lips around Mr. Robinson's huge shaft. 

Steve was smiling as his wife brought him to the edge and over. He held onto Brenda's head as he emptied his excitement down her throat. She pushed back and quickly moved to the restroom to spit him out in the bathroom sink. "Thanks honey" he said as she returned. Steve moved his hands to her breasts and Brenda pushed him away. "Not now, Lisa may come down" she said. Too late Steve thought as he clicked on the TV. They waited almost an hour and realized Lisa had decided to stay in her room. As they walked by her door they could see the light was out. 

Brenda knew Lisa must have had a huge effect on Steve's libido. He has not really been interested in sex for months now. If Lisa being here could get him this excited maybe she could do something to kept his excitement at a max. Her mind was already planning how to use Lisa for some serious teasing. Brenda decided to take Lisa shopping for some sexy swimsuits tomorrow. That should keep Steve's interest going. 

Lisa awoke the next morning when she heard a light tapping at her door. "Lisa. Are you awake?" It was Mrs. Robinson. "Yes" she answered softly. "Can I come in?" Brenda asked. "OK" Lisa said as she pulled the sheet over her body.

"Did you sleep well?" Brenda asked as she stood next to the bed. "I guess so," Lisa said. "I wanted to check to make sure you have clean towels," Brenda said as she walked into the bathroom. "I forgot you showered last night. I'll bring you another set," Brenda said as she walked back into the hallway. Lisa couldn't decide whether to get up or stay in bed. She heard the phone ring and Mrs. Robinson answer it. Since Mrs. Robinson would be on the phone she jumped up and rushed into the bathroom. Lisa turned on the shower and tested the water. She couldn't decide if she should enter the shower or not. Finally, she thought she was being foolish and stripped off her pajamas and jumped into the shower. 

Brenda put down the phone, grabbed some towels and headed back into Lisa's room. She entered the bathroom and saw Lisa's nude body through the frosted shower door. Although she could not see the details she could see she had some nice breasts and a small well proportioned ass. "I'm leaving you some towels on the sink" she said loud enough for Lisa to hear her. "OK" Lisa said while turning to see Mr.'s Robinson's body shape through the frosted door. "I'm planning on doing some shopping this morning if you are interested?" Brenda yelled. "Where is Mr. Robinson?" Lisa asked. "He went golfing this morning" Brenda replied. "OK, shopping sounds great" 

Brenda left and Lisa finished her shower. She could not shake the memory of Mr. Robinson penis standing up proud while Mrs. Robinson's mouth moved up and down. One part of her said to stay away but another part cried for his touches. She couldn't wait for Matt to come home.

"I'm looking for a new bathing suit," Brenda said as they entered the Mall. "Why don't you get one too? It's on me," Brenda offered. "Well, I do need a new suit but you don't have to buy it" Lisa replied. "Nonsense, let's get some suits that will really open our men's eyes" Brenda said while pulling her towards the rack of string bikinis.

Lisa had never worn such tiny bathing suits and was wondering it if was a good idea to wear it around Mr. Robinson. She found one that was not too revealing and headed to the dressing room. There were only two small rooms and one of them was occupied. Lisa moved into the empty one and locked the door. She removed her shirt and shorts and was unsnapping her bra when she heard Mrs. Robinson knock. "Lisa, are you in there?" "Yes" Lisa said softly. "Can I come in?" Lisa unlocked the door and looked outside. Brenda pushed open the door and walked into the small area. "The other room is busy and we are both girls" 

Lisa normally would not think anything of undressing in front of another female but this was Matt's mom and they were trying on bikinis. That meant they would be showing a lot of private areas. 

Lisa turned away from Brenda to undress. "I know we are suppose to keep our panties on while trying these on but you really can't see if they cover you sufficiently" Brenda said as she quickly removed her blouse, shorts and bra. Lisa looked in the mirror to see Brenda's huge naked breasts in all their glory. She was tiny compared to Mrs. Robinson. Brenda looked up to see Lisa's eyes looking at her mounds. "They are too big don't you think?" 

"No, uhh, I think they are nice," Lisa blushed as she answered. Her hands shook as she unsnapped her bra and pulled it off of her breasts. She looked again in the mirror to see Mrs. Robinson eyes directed at her chest. "I wish mine were as firm and shaped like yours," she said as her fingers moved into the waistband of her black panties. Lisa tried not to be obvious as she watched the panties move down over the creamy white stomach. Her dark bush suddenly appeared and then the lips of her vulva. She quickly glanced away before Mrs. Robinson looked up. 

Lisa knew she had to remove her panties. Her eyes closed as her trembling hands pushed her white panties down her hips and legs. As she leaned forward Brenda could see her golden pussy between her slim legs. Lisa stood up and opened her eyes to see Mrs. Robinson's eyes moving up and down her body. "Matt is one lucky guy" Brenda said softly. "Thank you" Lisa said still embarrassed to be standing naked in front of Matt's mom. 

Lisa hurried to slip on the bikini bottoms and top. As she turned to see her profile in the mirror her arm bumped against Mrs. Robinson's naked breast. She jerked away. "Sorry" she said as she turned back to face the mirror. "No problem" Brenda laughed. Brenda took her time slipping on the thin bikini. It did a lousy job covering her full breasts and bush. "I guess I'll need a trim if I'm going to wear these" Brenda said while moving her hands down to stretch the bottoms as wide as possible. Lisa looked in the mirror to see dark hair strands escaping out the sides of the bikini bottoms. 

"I think this bikini shows a little too much" Lisa said as she looked at her breasts and stomach. The top did very little to hide the white skin of the sides and tops of her breasts. As she turned to look at her ass she saw the thin straps barely covering the crack of her ass. "I think it looks fantastic," Brenda said smiling.

Lisa hurried to remove the bikini and redress. She tried to squeeze by Mrs. Robinson to exit the small dressing room. Mrs. Robinson didn't help much as Lisa's body again came in contact with her bare breasts. "I'll meet you outside" Lisa said as she slipped out the door. Brenda laughed as she watched Lisa move quickly outside. She couldn't wait until Steve saw Lisa in the new bikini.

They had lunch at the Mall and then headed back to the house. "Why don't we put on our new suits and sit by the pool for a while?" Brenda suggested as they entered the house. "Won't Mr. Robinson be coming home soon?" Lisa asked. "We have at least an hour," Brenda said looking at the clock. "OK" Lisa said as she moved to her room to change. 

Lisa's pussy was dripping wet. She was surprised she would be sexually excited while being naked in front of another woman, especially Matt's mom. And, now she would be wearing this tiny excuse for a bathing suit when Mr. Robinson came home. She slipped her fingers into her wet pussy as she again thought of his huge tool. She was close to coming when Mrs. Robinson knocked on the door. "Ready?" 

Lisa removed her hand from her bikini bottoms and moved out the door. Brenda looked down and back up her body. "WOW!" she exclaimed. "You look terrific." "You too" Lisa said repaying the compliment. On their way out of the house Brenda grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. Oh no, not again, Lisa thought when she saw the wine. 

Brenda and Lisa chugged down a quick glass of wine and jumped into the pool. Lisa's top was not tightened properly and slipped off her breast as she surfaced. Brenda saw the naked breast first and laughed. Lisa blushed and quickly pulled the material back over her creamy white mound. 

Steve's round of golf was quicker than normal and he didn't take much time to say goodbye to his golfing pals. He noticed his wife's car was in the garage. He looked on the first floor and couldn't find them. He moved up the stairs and noticed the rooms were empty. Finally, he looked out the Master bedroom window and saw them standing by the pool. IN TINY BIKINIS!

He moved over to the window to get a better look. They dove into the pool. Brenda surfaced first and Lisa right behind her. His eyes got big when he saw Lisa's naked breast come up out of the water. Her suit had slipped and her naked breast was visible to anyone to see. He moved the curtain back to get a better look. 

Brenda moved over to the ladder to exit the pool when she saw some movement in the bedroom window upstairs. Steve was home. Good.

Brenda moved over to the lounge chairs and sat down. Lisa swam for a while and decided she needed some suntan lotion before she became fried. She moved to the steps and slowly exited the pool. She was unaware the suit bottom had squeezed into her ass cheeks. As she exited the pool she moved her hands back to adjust her suit and found the material wedged into her ass cheeks. 

"I've poured you another glass of wine," Brenda said as Lisa walked over to the table. Lisa again gulped down the whole glass. Brenda did the same to hers.

Lisa sat on the lounge chair, grabbed the lotion and started spreading it on her shoulders. She was surprised when Mrs. Robinson took the lotion from her hands. "Let me" she said as she squirted a gob of lotion into her palms. Brenda peeked up to see her husbands face looking down at her while she moved her hands over Lisa's back. "Why don't you lie down?" Brenda asked as she pushed Lisa slightly forward. Lisa moved down to lie on her front. The wine again was going to her head and she felt soft hands moving over her body. She couldn't control her body as her pussy became wet with need.

Brenda moved to the side to give her husband a good show. She knew the hotter he became while watching them the better sex she would have later. She had never had sex with another woman before and it had never entered her mind until she saw Lisa's body in the dressing room. She didn't want to do anything really bad but a little playing around wouldn't hurt.

Her hands moved softly over Lisa's smooth skin. A woman's skin is so soft compared to a man's. Her fingers massaged as it spread the lotion. As her hands moved so did Lisa's body. She could see she was enjoying her touch. How far Lisa would let her go?

Lisa's mind was lost as the warm hands touched her body. She pretended the hands belonged to Mr. Robinson as the hands moved up and down her back. She didn't complain when the hands untied her top and moved the strings to the side. She didn't complain when the hands moved up her sides and brushed against her breasts. The next trip the hands moved up towards her breasts Lisa's body automatically rose slightly to allow the hands to touch more of her soft mounds. Mrs. Robinson smiled when Lisa's body moved upward. Although she could have reached her nipples she stopped short. Sometimes a teasing touch is better than the real thing. 

This was like a dream come true for Steve. Most men would love to see two women have sex but to see his wife touching his future daughter was the ultimate. His hand was on his prick as he watched Brenda's hands move underneath Lisa to touch her breasts. 

Lisa was disappointed when Mrs. Robinson's hands moved away from her breasts. But, her displeasure was short lived as Brenda's hands moved down over her hips. She giggled as Mrs. Robinson squirted some cool lotion on both ass cheeks. The bathing suit did little to stop her hands as they slowly spread the lotion over her soft ass cheeks and down her thighs. Lisa didn't complain as the hands pulled apart her thighs to allow entry to the tender skin between her legs. Brenda teased some more as her hands moved from the backs of her knees up to the tiny bikini and then back down. Each time Brenda got closer and closer to touching the tiny strip of material between her legs. Brenda could see her legs opening wider and wider with each trip of her hands. Finally her thumb moved upward against the damp material. Lisa moaned as the thumb brushed against the crotch of her suit. 

"Why don't you turn over and I'll do the front?" Brenda whispered in her ear. Lisa's head was spinning as she turned over. She was so hot she didn't think about reconnecting her top. As she turned the top slipped off her breasts. She didn't realize the suit was not covering her breasts and hard nipples until she felt it being removed from her body. She automatically reached up and covered her naked mounds. "It's OK, no one can see" Brenda whispered as her hands moved Lisa's hands back to her sides. Her hard nipples were waiting for Brenda's touches.




Mrs. Robinson



Brenda's hands teased Lisa body. She moved her hands around, over and below her breasts without touching them. She knew Steve was going crazy by now. Finally her fingers moved slowly up over Lisa's soft breasts. Her fingertips found her hard nipples and gently rolled and pulled them. She heard Lisa moan. Breasts were one thing but she wondered if Lisa would let her touch her down below. One way to find out, Brenda thought as one of her hands moved off of her breast and slowly down over her navel. She felt Lisa tighten her stomach as her hand moved down to the top of her bikini bottom. Again Lisa sucked in her stomach. She wanted her fingers to go underneath. 

Lisa knew it was wrong but her body would not allow her to stop the fingers from moving over her naked breasts. Now her body was begging for release as one of the hands moved down to her bikini bottom. Brenda's fingers teased her stomach by moving in small circles just over the top of her bottoms. Finally, Lisa couldn't take anymore, "Please" she moaned. Brenda smiled as her fingers moved slowly under the material and down towards Lisa's wet pussy. Again she stopped as she touched and toyed with her soft blonde pubic hair. Lisa wanted her fingers lower. "PLEASE" she begged. Brenda smiled as she peeked up at her husband and moved her other hand to slowly lift and push Lisa's bottoms down over her massaging hand. She moved the bikini bottom down to the middle of Lisa's thighs. Lisa felt her bottoms being lowered but didn't care. She wanted Mrs. Robinson's fingers in her pussy. She couldn't stand it any longer. Her hand grabbed Brenda's hand and pushed it down to her wet lips. She opened her thighs as Brenda's fingers found her hard clit. "OH GOD" Lisa cried as Brenda's fingers moved over her pleasure point and into her depths. Brenda teased and played. When she felt Lisa getting close she slowed down. Lisa was openly moaning as Brenda's fingers finally took her over the edge. "NOW!" Lisa cried as she climaxed. Her body shook as she again experienced satisfaction from one of Matt's Parents. 

As she came back down she thought she was dreaming but she realized she was lying almost naked with Mrs. Robinson's hand still between her legs. "OH MY GOD!" she cried out. "What did we do?" Mrs. Robinson took her hand away from Lisa's dripping pussy. Lisa quickly pulled up her bottoms and grabbed her top. "It's OK" Brenda said trying to calm her down. "NO IT'S NOT" Lisa said loudly. She retied her top and jumped off the lounge chair. Tears suddenly appeared as she turned and ran into the house. Brenda knew she had overdone it. 

As Brenda passed Lisa's room she noticed the door was closed. She placed her ear to the door but could not hear a sound. At least she was not crying Brenda thought. She opened the door to the master bedroom to see her husband jerk back from the window. He tried to hide his hard-on from her view but it was too big and it was too late. "So did you enjoy the show?" Brenda asked as she slipped her bikini top off of her shoulders? "Did you enjoy seeing Lisa's naked body?" She asked as she pushed her bottoms off her wet pussy and down her thighs. "Did you enjoy watching me touch Lisa's pussy?" Brenda asked as she moved up on the bed and spread her legs. Steve watched her dense bush opened to show her wet and swollen clit. "Come to Momma" she motioned with her hands. 

Steve knew he was caught and realized his wife had set him up. It really didn't matter as he quickly stripped off his clothes. His prick was rock hard as he moved between his wife's muscular thighs. Neither of them said a word as his prick moved into her warmth. Brenda moaned as his hips lowered and their public hairs met. "Give me all you got," she moaned in his ear as she sucked on his lobe. Steve tried to hold back but the memory of Brenda's fingers in Lisa pussy was too much. "AHHHH" he cried out as he exploded. 

"I really like Lisa a whole lot too" Brenda whispered in Steve's ear. There were at least 12 hours before Matt came home. A lot of things could happen in that much time.

(To be continued)



Mrs. Robinson



"Shit! I don't believe it! That's Mrs. Robinson!" Greg gasped as we turned the corner on our way home from the gym were we both worked.

"Mrs. Robinson; like in the movie?" I asked.

"Not really. I told you about Karen, didn't I?" he continued, "this is her mum," as we walked towards a middle aged, tartly dressed, bottle blonde, woman who was just the right side of being fat.

"Oh! Karen!" I grinned as stories of Greg's teenage sexual conquests shot through my mind.

"Mrs. Robinson?" Greg asked as he got nearer the woman.

She turned, rather unsteadily on her high heals, and squinted into the sun as her eyes slowly focussed on Greg's huge frame.

"Greg; Greg Murray? I used to date your daughter...Karen." He whispered, suddenly unsure of himself.

"Greg?" She thought for a moment; then a huge grin lit up her face, "How could I forget?"

Relieved, my friend took a step nearer. Just as he was about to offer his hand for her to shake, the woman gently took his face in her well manicured fingers and planted a big kiss on his cheeks.

"Oh Greg of course I remember you. My darling daughter was never the same after you left for college. I think you broke the poor girls' heart!" Mrs. Robinson giggled as she slapped his arm.

If this was the same Karen that Greg had told me I couldn't imagine her having a broken heart for very long.

Greg shuffled his feet and looked embarrassed.

"What are you doing here?" The woman slurred slightly. It was obvious from her manner and speech that she had been drinking quite heavily.

"We're looking after my brothers flat while he's in Germany." He then motioned to a window above a bakery at the end of the street.

"Oh, Greg darling," Mrs. Robinson sighed, "be a darling and let me use your toilet. I've just had lunch with some old friends and have been waiting so long for a bloody taxi I think I'm going to pee my pants!"

"I suppose so." Greg looked at me, so I shrugged my shoulders.

"Mmm," she purred, "and who's your gorgeous friend?"

I smiled as she ran her long red finger nail down my chest.

"Paul or Bracey. We went to College together and now we work at the Musclerama Gym across the road." Greg explained as I turned the key in the lock.

"He, he, he," the woman hissed as she pushed him out of the way and comically hurried up the stairs, her large arse wobbling from side to side, "I'd better hurry, you wouldn't want me to pee myself; would you? Which one's the toilet, darling?"

"First left." I shouted as Mrs. Robinson reached the top stair, giving us a perfect view of her flabby white thighs, stocking tops and black lace knickers under her short black skirt. 

"Like mother like daughter!" Greg chuckled as he theatrically grabbed his dick through his shorts.

When we reached the landing I stood outside the toilet door and listened to the noises from within. She hadn't been exaggerating - it sounded like a waterfall as her piss cascaded into the bowl while the old woman sighed with relief.

Greg knocked on the door and asked if she wanted a coffee while she waited for a taxi.

"I hope you've got something stronger than bloody coffee!" Mrs. Robinson called back as the toilet flushed.

"We've only got beer," Greg called from the kitchen.

"That'll do nicely," she grinned at me as she sashayed into the living room.

As she flopped beside me on the sofa her enormous breasts nearly bounced out of her dress.

"Oops!" she chuckled as she grabbed them, "nearly had an accident there; didn't I?"

I smiled in appreciation.

"What would the neighbours think if my titties accidentally fell out right in front of two strapping young men?" Mrs. Robinson was still laughing when Greg handed us both a bottle of beer,

"What's so funny?" Greg asked as he sat on the arm of the sofa while swigging from his bottle.

"One of my titties nearly popped out of my dress!" she howled again, making them shake as much as before. 

"I wish I'd been here to see that!" he smiled and raised his bottle to me.

"You naughty boy!" she chided him as she slapped his leg, "is that all you think about?"

"Sort of!" we both said together, as we stared at her huge breasts. From the shape and movement when she moved, plus her nipples were nearly poking out, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"So this is your little love nest, is it?" She asked as she surveyed the room, "I bet no girl is safe when they come here, are they?"

"We get our share." Greg grinned and looked at me for conformation. I nodded.

"You haven't changed? Have you?" Mrs. Robinson laughed as her hand lingered on his muscular thigh, "You always were a horny little sod!"

Greg playfully looked shocked at the accusation.

"Yes you were" she continued, "Don't think for one moment that didn't know what you and Karen got up to when she told me you were studying!" 

I was now laughing at Greg's shocked expression – eyes wide open and mouth agape!

As Mrs. Robinson rolled her eyes and pursed her lips she handed me her empty bottle, which presumably meant that she wanted a new full one.

When I returned she had crossed her legs and was showing a lot of thigh above her stocking top which Greg had obviously noticed too.

For a woman her age and size (for God's sake she was older than my mother) she was starting to look very, very sexy.

Mrs. R was now poking Greg in the chest with a long red finger nail to make a point.

"Don't think that you were her first," she slurred, "but from the bloody noises that she made you must have been the bloody biggest!" Her eyes were spinning like a slot machine as she slumped back into the cushion.

As she rocked back the strap of her dress slid down her arm, letting the top of her dress drop at the same time exposing most of the massive mammary including a huge pink nipple.

"Christ, I used to look forward to you coming around to visit (he, he, he)," Mrs. R slurred, her eyes half closed, "Karen would look all bloody innocent when she answered the door, then ten minutes later I would hear you moaning and groaning then the bloody light would start swinging when you shagged her!"

She then ran her fingers across Greg's dick, "I don't know what you've got in there but it must be some size; the way you made my little girl scream!" (he, he, he!)

Sort of self-conscious Greg chuckled, "I had no idea. Shit! You heard us!" My friend laughed but looked pleased with himself.

"Half the bloody street must have heard you some nights!" Mrs. Robinson grinned as she squeezed Greg's shaft through his shorts.

There was now a loud silence as the mood changed from playful to sexual.

I was the first to respond, pulling the other strap off her shoulder until her bodice was around her waist, fully exposing both of her gorgeous breasts.

The woman didn't flinch.

I kissed her neck and shoulder as my hand gently stroked her breast and teased the rock hard nipple.

Without removing her fingers from Greg's stiffening cock, she gave a sexy sigh and sank back into the sofa cushion as I mashed a huge handful of mature breast between my fingers.

Greg did the same to the other breast. Mrs. Robinson now closed her eyes and allowed us free reign to tug, suck, grope and lick her enormous breasts. 

As Greg licked her nipple she sharply opened her eyes, "What was that?" Mrs. R gasped. He turned his head upwards and poked his tongue out; showing her a silver stud.

"Mmm nice," she purred, "Keep doing that darling!" 

"How big are these things?" I whispered as I nibbled her earlobe while my hand firmly mashed and groped a massive melon, occasionally making her wince and moan.

"38...ooh...38FF...ooh keep doing that with your tongue," Mrs. Robinson sighed as Greg's stud kept flicking across her nipple.

"Oh God, Mrs. Robinson that's good," Greg groaned as she continued vigorously stroked his dick through the material of his baggy shorts.

"Doreen darling, call me Doreen," she moaned in a husky voice that sounded as if it had been soaked in alcohol and tobacco for years.

Greg giggled as he adjusted his position, "It seems sexier if I keep calling you Mrs. Robinson if that's ok."

"Whatever darling," she giggled as her hand now wandered up the leg of his shorts, "Ooh! What have we here?" 

Not letting go of her soft tit, Greg sat back and let her get a good grip on his stiffening dick, "You tell me – you're the expert!"

She laughed out loud and in an even deeper huskier voice growled, "I think that it might be a great big cock! Am I right?"

"Ha, ha, ha," he chuckled, "The lady wins first prize, anything off the top shelf!"

Without taking her eyes off Greg her other hand slowly searched for my own hard cock. I sighed when she found it and ran her finger nail along the length.

"I'd rather have two from the 'middle' shelf if that's all right." She laughed. 

As I moved my head across her chest to suck her nipple she let go of my cock and wrapped her arm around my shoulders, pulling me in tight.

Feeling brave I began stroking and caressing her chubby nylon covered leg as Greg and Doreen began kissing passionately.

Without prompting the dirty old woman opened her legs and spread them across both of our knees. I couldn't resist the invitation and with my face buried between her heaving titties my fingers went to tickle her pussy through her knickers.

"Fucking Hell!" I gasped as I stopped suckling her hard nipple. I couldn't believe my own eyes; when the dirty old cow had been in the toilet she'd taken her knickers off! My fingers had virtually been sucked inside her sticky cunt.

Doreen broke off from kissing Greg for a few seconds as my third finger slid easily into her greasy hole.

"Ooh yes darling, that's nice... keep doing that...ooh yes." She gasped then resumed sticking her tongue down my best friends' throat.

Greg's hand quickly joined mine and within seconds of my discovery we both had fingers inside her dripping twat.

After a couple of minutes I gently slid off the sofa to get a better view of her sloppy cunt. Mrs. Robinson kept her foot balanced on the edge for me, so her legs were as still as far apart as possible with four of our fingers inside her.

As Greg forced his head between her massive jugs, sucking and licking alternate nipples, I marvelled at her freshly shaved swollen cunt which had a large butterfly tattooed were her furry minge had once been.

Mrs. Robinson was now panting and groaning as my fingers dug deeper inside her well used hole, scraping against what I guessed to be her G-spot as Greg slapped her wobbly titties against his face.

I leant forward and inhaled her musk as our fingers twisted and turned inside her well used cunt. The smell was sweeter than I'd expected, but the amount of 'love-juice' oozing out either side of our fingers didn't. Greg moved position and pulled his fingers out leaving a trail of slime across her thigh.

The liquid looked and felt like glue as it clung to my fingers and knuckles each time I pulled them back to the opening of her slit.

In one swift motion Greg removed his shorts and pants and squatted on the sofa.

"Jesus Christ!" Mrs. Robinson squealed as his long cock sprang into view, "that thing's bloody massive! Was it that big when....?"

"When I was fucking your daughter?" Greg laughed, "Of course it was, why did you think she kept inviting me to your house?"

"But it's...so big...now I know what she saw in you." Mrs. R continued as Greg slowly masturbated in front of her face.

He suddenly grabbed her wrist as he waved his long thick cock in front of the old woman's ruby red lips. He looked at me and nodded. I took the hint and grabbed her other wrist. Mrs. Robinson's mouth hung open as she tried to catch his inflamed knob without using her hands.

Greg playfully slapped her cheeks with his stiff shaft.

"You dirty old slut...is this what you want? Is it?" he laughed as the tip brushed against her skin.

"Yes, yes," she panted.

"You're just like your daughter...she was a dirty little cocksucker too...she loved sucking my dick...are you as good as her? Are you a good cocksucker?" He continued teasing her as my fingers pummelled her soaking pussy, "Are you? Or does Karen suck cocks better than her mother?"

"Let me show you," she panted as she licked his knob, "please."

Greg howled with laughter as he moved forward and 4 or 5 inches of his brown cock disappeared into her willing mouth.

Her head rocked back and forth and I could see that she was sucking it like you would a mouthful of toffee.

"Mmmm...that's good," Greg grinned at me, "she's nearly as good a cocksucker as her daughter." Doreen seemed to take this as a challenge and her gobbling became frenzied.

My friend remained calm and took total control of the situation. We'd shared girls before and Greg loved dominating them (and me). I was always amazed how turned on girls would become when he humiliated them like this. When he was in this mood he could last for ages without cumming, something I never mastered.

Doreen's pussy was pulsing around my fingers and her huge chest was heaving up and down as she tried to take all 8 inches of his thick cock into her throat.

I bent forward and began lapping up her excess love-juice from around her puffy cunt lips, when my tongue made it's way to her to her clit it was sticking out like a pebble. As soon as I touched it Doreen tensed and nearly gagged on her mouthful of fat cock.

"Come on Mrs. Robinson," Greg laughed as my tongue became a blur licking her pussy and clit as I pushed my little finger inside to join the three other, "Karen could take cocks in both ends without a whimper! You're not going to disappoint us are you? I think that you are a dirty old slapper just like your daughter! Are you dirty like Karen?" 

I raised my eyes to see the girl's mother nod her head with a mouthful of cock.

Just as I sensed Doreen begin to tense up for an orgasm Greg pulled his cock out of her mouth.

"Get on all fours," he told her. Without a second thought she complied. I automatically stopped licking her and pulled my fingers out of her sopping cunt 'with a plop!'

When I got to my feet Mrs, Robinson was already on her hands on the sofa and her knees on the carpet with her enormous tits dangling beneath her. 

"Fucking Hell mate! Have you seen the size of this hole?" Greg shouted as he spread her labia, "Karen could crawl back in there now! Jesus...Mrs. Robinson you must have had some cocks up there to stretch it this much."

"A few," she whispered, "quite a few."

"But you've never had one as big as mine, have you?" He arrogantly asked her.

"No, not that big," she sighed in anticipation.

Her face was distorted with pure lust as Greg pulled her butt cheeks apart and began licking her arsehole. 

"Oh God, Oh God!" She kept panting as his tongue and stud flicked against her dirty doughnut.

I slipped off my shorts and moved in front of her face. Mrs. Robinson's eyes sparkled as I guided my own rock hard cock into her red hot mouth.

Just like with Greg she began sucking and chewing my cock like it was a toffee.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she grunted as Greg now appeared to be licking her cunt and arsehole at the same time, while I began fucking her face. 

My breathing became heavier and faster as Greg's shiny, grinning face suddenly appeared from between her cheeks.

As he positioned himself behind her he slapped her arse making it wobble like a jelly.

"Spread your legs," he grunted as he ran his knob between her fat arse cheeks. Without missing a beat of my blow-job she obediently spread her legs for him.

"That's better," he laughed as he lunged forward and rammed all 8 inches of his cock deep inside Mrs. Robinson. The force made her spit my cock out as she gasped for air. 

Greg howled with laughter as he plunged his cock deep inside her belly.

"Does that feel good...Mrs. Robinson? Is that big enough for you?"

"Oh my God...yeesss!" She gasped with her eyes jammed closed and her lips pursed.

Greg grabbed her hips and increased the force of fucking.

"I bet you've had two guys before. Haven't you?" he grunted as his cock filled her cunt and belly.

Mrs. Robinson thought for a moment and nodded her head.

"Ha, ha, ha...you dirty old tramp...how many times?" He was now grimacing as he hammered his long cock deeper and harder inside her.

Doreen's body was trembling and her tits swinging in three different directions as she considered her reply.

"Three times...four...I've had two men four times." Doreen groaned as her hips thrust back to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

"Oooh," she sighed as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft, "faster, faster Greg...please...oooh YeeeessSSSSS....faster!" She commanded as her tongue licked my bollocks.

"You dirty old tart!" Greg laughed as he pounded her bald twat.

"Less of the old!" Mrs. Robinson chuckled as she resumed sucking my aching knob.

"Did they do this to you?" he asked as he suddenly pushed a finger deep into her arsehole making her squeal.

"Yes," she gasped.

With that Greg pushed a second finger in and began twisting them around making her eyes pop wide open.

"Yes...yes...yes, don't stop," Doreen groaned as his fingers and cock fucked her rigid.

"Get me a beer mate," Greg nonchalantly told me. Without a second thought I took my dick out of Doreen's mouth and walked into the kitchen for a couple of beers.

With a beer in my hand I returned to see Greg lying on top of Mrs. Robinson who now had her fat legs wrapped around his waist. I slurped my beer and stood beside the side of the sofa that her head was hanging over and offered her my cock to suck again; she complied as I handed Greg his bottle.

Greg continued talking to her as the three of us fucked and sucked.

"Karen loved getting fucked off two blokes at once," my friend giggled, "loved having a cock in her twat when she was sucking somebody else off; loved it. We did that loads of times."

Mrs. Robinsons' tongue was like a snake when he looked into her glazed eyes as he talked about her daughter and her breathing became even heavier.

"She loved sitting on top of me - riding my big dick with another one filling her throat, then she'd suck us until we spunked all over her face."

"Ooh you little buggers...that sounds good," Mrs. Robinson gasped as she thrust her head backwards and forwards sucking the life out of my cock as she built up to an orgasm. 

"Have you ever had three? Have you?" Greg asked.

Mrs. Robinson continued sucking my cock and shook her head.

"Your Daughter has...twice." He grinned at me as I handed him my beer.

"The first time was me and the Waco Brothers for her 18th birthday!"

Doreen began to shudder and shake as her orgasm built up.

"Ugh, ugh...fuck me!" she groaned as she made my cock slip out of her mouth, "ooh, oh...oh, fucking Hell!"

"You'd gone out for the night and we gave her a special present!" he went on, "I think she even wore a pair of your knickers and some of your stockings (ha, ha, ha)."

Doreen was now clutching the side of the sofa as he hammered her cunt. 

"We sat on your bed and she took it in turns sucking our cocks until we were hard enough to fuck her, then she made Josh lie down so she could fuck him first, then she told Ally that she wanted to suck his cock at the same time...she looked seriously fucking horny getting doubled up by two black twins...but she always did like black cock!"

Doreen was panting and gasping as Greg , "Fucking hell...you bastard...you bastard...oh yes...oh keep fucking me...what else did she do? You bastards!"

Greg took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to me.

"We all took it in turns fucking her and getting sucked off until we came all over her face at the same time...I've never seen as much spunk in all my life...it went fucking everywhere!" 




Mrs. Robinson



Doreen was so close to cumming now; I didn't know what was stopping her.

"When she'd drank all of our spunk she asked me if we'd give her a really 'special' present – she wanted me to fuck her up the arse!"

"Oh my God...you're cock's too big for that...oh, oh." She grunted as he continued.

"We went into your bedroom to get some lotion, and then we saw you mirrored wardrobes. So Karen decided to she wanted to get fucked up the arse on your bed! (Ha, ha, ha) Josh poured the stuff all over his cock and her arse while she sucked my dick and then with her kneeling on the bed he fucked her arse. Fucking hell...her screams were awesome, he pumped away for ages...it looked amazing in your mirrors...when he spunked up her Ally took over...he was like a fucking dog the way he rattled her arse...Karen was fucking loving it!"

Mrs. Robinson let my cock drop out of her mouth as she began trembling with an intense orgasm.

"Ally filled her arse with his spunk like his brother. Then when her hole was stretched enough for my cock, she decided that she wanted all three at once...I couldn't believe it! I nearly came just watching her climb on top of Ally's cock...oh God...my balls really ached when she started sucking Josh's shitty cock!!"

Doreen went over the edge and began shuddering and screaming as her orgasm finally hit her.

"That's right...your lovely daughter was sucking a black cock that had just been up her arse and it had really stretched her hole as well...just like this." Greg pulled his fat cock out of her cunt, lifted her hips up and nudged his bell-end against her arse hole.

"Please, please...please shove it in!" Doreen cried as his cock eased the ring apart and slid up the mothers' shit shute.

Still trembling, Mrs. Robinson howled as inch by inch he buried his cock deep inside her bowels.

Greg continued, "Then with one black cock in her cunt and another in her mouth I shoved my dick right up her arse. She was screaming with pain but kept sucking Josh's shitty cock!"

Mrs. Robinson began trembling as she immediately orgasmed for the second time.

I couldn't stop myself; I pushed my cock into her mouth and furiously wanked off, filling her throat with loads of lumpy spunk until she swallowed the lot.

Greg seemed to have his full cock inside her arse as his balls were now slamming against her arse cheeks.

"I was so far inside her arse I could feel my cock forcing her shit into her belly, just like THIS!"

Mrs. Robinson was now continuously orgasmming as Greg fucked her arse and talked about her daughter. 

"Give me the bottle!" Greg shouted at me.

I passed the empty beer bottle to him but wasn't prepared for what happened next.

As he ran his fingers along her cunt I looked between her legs to see strings of her juices hanging from her flaps. Then holding the bottle by the neck he pushed the base between her cunt lips. Without opening her eyes Mrs. Robinson spread her legs a little more to accommodate my friend's perverse sex act.

"Does that feel good? That's what Karen felt when we filled both of her holes?" Greg grunted, as he neared his own orgasm.

"You bastard...you bastard...ooh you fucking bastard that feels bigger than your cock!" Mrs. Robinson groaned as the bottle disappeared inside her well fucked cunt up to the neck.

He was only moving his hips slightly, but still enough for her to feel his cock in her arse as he jammed the beer bottle deep inside her. As his hand moved the bottle up and down making her shiver, he motioned me to get my cock sucked again.

I lifted her head by the hair and pushed my limp cock into her mouth. With tears running down her my cock quickly became hard again as I fucked her mouth while Greg fucked her arse and rammed a bottle up her cunt.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Greg and Doreen grunted in unison as he furiously fucked her brown ring, "YEESSSSSS!" His eyes bulged out of his head as he filled Mrs. Robinson's arsehole with his spunk. 

For the first time in my life I came for the second time in 10 minutes, jerking into her mouth and down her throat.

We kind of clung to her for a minute or so as the ecstasy subsided. 

Doreen flopped back onto the sofa as I moved away from her and Greg unceremoniously pulled his long satiated cock out of her backside causing it to fart and bubble with spunk. Mrs. Robinson's body was still shaking and covered in sweat as she tentatively removed the beer bottle from her pussy.

Her legs were still splayed wide apart as I bent to pick up my boxers giving me a perfect view of both of her over stretched holes. I couldn't believe my eyes as both her cunt and arse holes remained stretched beyond belief.

As I stared at the old naked woman lying panting half asleep on our sofa Greg handed me a fresh cold beer.

"Come on you old tart! You can't stay there all day. We've got things to do." He laughed as she touched her red raw pussy.

"I'll not be long darling," Doreen panted as her fingers flicked over her engorged clitoris, "I'll not be long."

With that she slid two fingers from her other hand into her sloppy cunt, then three then four.

The fingers rubbing her clit were a blur as finally her whole hand disappeared inside her vagina. Not satisfied with being fucked by an 8 inch cock and a beer bottle the woman was now fisting herself to orgasm! 

My cock was aching again so I began rubbing it between her floppy tits until I shot my third load of the afternoon in-between her sweaty mounds

As she orgasmed one last time Doreen pulled her hand out of her bald twat and began licking her sticky fingers.

When she got her breath back she sat on the edge of the sofa and grinned at Greg.

"Karen never did that for you. Did she?"



Mrs Robinson?



I know, I know... it's such a cliché. Bored older married woman seduces hot young sexually naive man. It's been played out before, a million times. There's even a word for it now... Cougar. Urgh! Just the very connotation of it upsets me. Like I hunted him down like prey for my own amusement. It wasn't like that. It wasn't like that at all.

Firstly, I am not bored. I work full time running my own jewellery making business and I do very well. Several glowing write ups in the high end glossies helped me establish my business years ago and now I have a waiting list of actual bored housewives clamouring for my uniquely decadent handmade pieces. I have enough work to keep me busy 24-7 and enough money to ensure I could easily spend my days doing pretty much whatever I want to. Which I do.

Older... is 33 old? Sure, if you're 16 I probably seem ancient but 33?! I'm still a young vibrant woman. I work out, mostly running and swimming but I've been known to hit the weight room from time to time. My hair is long and glossy chestnut brown. All my own. No greys yet. A hint of a crinkle around my eyes when I laugh. Nothing out of the ordinary. A slight curve to my tummy, full hips and breasts that thanks to my genetics stand full and perky. I can still turn heads, maybe not as frequently as I once did but I still got it.

The married part... that's difficult to excuse I guess. Sure enough, 11 years ago I stood in Church and vowed to love, honour and obey my husband. And I still do... love him that is. Sleeping with other men whilst he serves as an Army medic thousands of miles away probably negates the honour and obey vows. I used to tell myself that I was just scratching an itch with these guys because yes, I have done this before. Many, many times. That I have needs too, and with Adam being away so much I couldn't be expected to power down my desires just because my husband wasn't there to sate me. 

Not that I blame him at all. When we met at 17 I knew of his Military dreams and he was already serving when we married. I wasn't naive enough to think we'd be together all the time, but I never imagined he'd be away so fucking much. Heartbroken and lonely I threw myself into my work which is probably why I've become as successful as I have. Adam is so proud of me, of my determination to succeed, my work ethic, my drive. Almost as much as I am proud of him, looking after our heroes as they Serve and Protect. 

I adored him, but it didn't keep me warm at night, or stave off the loneliness I felt when he deployed. A Skype call once a week kept his face clear in my mind and our letters, often full of our desire for each other, well they provided us both with plenty of masturbation material. But my hands were no substitute for his. I wanted to feel him inside of me as he whispered his dirty fantasies in my ear, not read them on regulation blue Army paper.

For 6 years it was enough. I would count the days until he returned to me, filling my days with work and my evenings with writing him long passion filled letters. He'd come home and those short forays into togetherness were perfect. We were never apart, Adam would sit with me in the kitchen as I cooked, I'd go with him to the gym. And we'd make love... in the kitchen, at the gym, anywhere and everywhere. It took barely a look from my husband and I was wet and aching for him, desperate to feel connected to him again. A few weeks of screwing and he'd be off again, leaving me bowlegged and satisfied for a while before the cycle would start again.

Each passing day the memories of his body inside mine would fade a little more and the loneliness would creep in to replace them. Our letters segued from romantic wooing to explicit fantasies and our Skype calls would have taken a very different turn if he hadn't been in a public place when he called. As it was, I'd always dress as provocatively as I felt I could get away with without embarrassing us both. Adam's beautiful face would flush as his eyes caressed my cleavage and I ached to touch myself for his pleasure. And soon enough, he'd be home again and he'd touch me exactly as we both desired, filling me, covering me, loving me. Until he had to go away once again.

...

It first happened when I was 27. I was showing at a small expo in California, thanks to an up and coming actress mentioning me in a red carpet interview. High on adrenaline I'd packed up everything I had made and mingled like crazy, introducing myself to everyone. Buyers, designers, the who's who in the industry. Three long days of PR and selling and I'd had a slew of business cards and promises to get in touch. As a reward for my efforts, my last night in town I'd dressed up, wearing a simple black sheath and my most dazzling statement necklace and treated myself to a slap up dinner in my hotel.

Looking back, I probably looked like I was trawling but at the time... I just wanted to feel like a woman. Usually clad in yoga pants and one of Adam's tees, it was glorious to have an excuse to wear heels and put on makeup. As I sat at the bar, sipping a glass of champagne I toasted my work and said a silent prayer for Adam's safety, surveying the opulence before me. Art deco elegance , the aroma of wealth in the air, heat from the myriad of candles, dazzling lights reflected off the plethora of diamonds in the room, draped around the gorgeous clientele... A world away from my real life of Lean Cuisines and delicate eye straining metalwork. I'd got flustered and suddenly felt out of my depth and between the adrenaline, the surroundings and the champagne I almost fainted. 

His name had been Michael. He told me he was 26, a Cali native and a wine maker in town for business but I'll never know if any of that was true. He'd caught me as I fell and ordered me a glass of water. Water turned to dinner, dinner to more champagne and the champagne led to sex in his hotel room. I'm not going to lie, the sex was delicious, hot, sweaty, up against the wall dirty back breaking sex. I'd been on my own for months, working so hard that I'd often been too tired to masturbate when I eventually fell into bed. Horny didn't begin to cover it. Sitting across the table eating crème brûlée and sipping Moet, Michael had told me I was beautiful and that he wanted to kiss me. Shocked, I'd signalled for the cheque, charged it to my room and stood, walking away from him towards the elevator.

And then I did it. Something totally out of character, something I never would have believed I'd have the courage to do. I turned my head and saw Michael still seated, watching me walk away with a sad look of resignation on his face. So like the mask of frustration that I saw weekly on Adam's face on our computer screen as we talked. Michael's dark green eyes focused on me, as green as Adam's became when he thrust inside my weeping body. And Michael's dark brown hair, it looked almost black in the ambient light of the intimate dining room, almost as dark as Adam's shorn regulation military haircut.

I'd winked at him, a smile curving on my glossy lips and in a second he was beside me, his hand warm in mine as he led me to the lobby. A perfect gentleman. Inside the elevator, we smiled at the elderly couple as they exited and as the doors closed, Michael took me in his arms and kissed me. Hard. His lips had covered mine and his tongue invaded my mouth, his hands bunching my dress up around my thighs. I'd thought I would spontaneously combust as he pressed me against the elevator wall, his warm body thrust against me, his erection butting against my tummy. 

The doors may have opened, people may have got on, I'll never know. My focus was on his hands urging me into his body, his tongue massaging mine. Somehow we ended up in a room, his room. A door slammed in the distance and I was wrapped around him, my underwear a ripped mess on the floor. He held me tight, his hands mapping my body as his body pinned me to the wall. Michael was everywhere. I recall screaming out as he peeled my dress from my shoulders, his mouth latching to my breast, his teeth clamping down on my nipple. I clutched at his hair, pulling him closer as he suckled and bit into my flesh, drawing out my pleasure. 

Time passed, seconds, hours and he set me down, his face almost feral in his desire. A flurry of hands, his, mine, stripped us both to the skin and he suited up, lifting me again, my back pressed to the cool wall of the room. Michael starred at me as I squirmed, and his voice, dark and rumbling filled my ears, "I'm going to fuck you now." 

And he did. One hard thrust and he was seated deep. My body surged against the intrusion, so long bereft of anything larger than my fingers. Clamping, clutching, I writhed against him as his mouth kissed every inch of me he could claim. Again and again, he pumped into me, groaning out. Dark words, dirty words flew from his lips on every pause, his cock pushing me closer to ecstasy. So beautiful, so sexy, so wet. He pounded me so hard, his hands gripped me so tightly that I had bruises for days yet at the time I felt nothing but pleasure. Against that wall, in his arms, I shattered.

Crying out, screaming, begging. And from the wall to his bed. Again and again he entered me. From above, from below, from behind. I lost count of the times he had me howling out my content, my body attuned to him and willing to play out whatever scenario he desired. I pleaded with him, desperate to come again as he fed from my pussy, his mouth a gentle counterpart to his cock. His lips stroked me, his tongue tickling my clit as my hands knotted in his hair. Over and over he drove me up and let me fall until tears flowed from my eyes, sobs wrenched from my lips.

So much physical pleasure. His body owned mine, his strength exactly what I needed and he gave me orgasm after orgasm, my body limp and sated. After hours of fucking, I lay in his arms, prone and satisfied and he stroked my hair, telling me what an amazing lay I was. I'd grinned, wanting to tell him the same but unable to work up the energy to speak. "I'd like to see you again" he whispered sleepily into the night. And I acquiesced, agreeing although I knew we'd never meet again. 

As the sweat slowly cooled on my sex drenched skin, I felt awash with guilt and shame. Wanted to run from his arms, away from my infidelity, from the bed I had cuckolded Adam in. Michael's arms bracketed me, his hands holding me close and even then, in the pit of my despair, my body cried out for him, my thighs wrapped around his, my nipples slick with his saliva. 

He dozed and I ran. Bolted into the night, my dress covering my body and my shoes in my hand. I left no note, nothing other than my torn underwear. Within the hour, I had showered, my jewellery was packed and I was in a cab to the airport, shaking and crying so hard my driver asked me if I was okay. I had no words. I was physically sated, having had perhaps the best sex of my life yet my heart was broken, knowing I had cheated on my love. I'd never felt so low. Cabs, planes, finally I was home, falling into my marital bed, feeling lower than hell. What had I done? 

Naturally Michael never contacted me. How could he? He didn't have my full name and I'd never mentioned where I was from. I Googled California wineries but stopped myself after 10 minutes, asking myself what the hell I was thinking. I Skyped my husband, I wrote letters and screwed them up as I realised I was asking him to do what Michael had done to me. I worked, hoping it would block out what I had done. And I prayed. To every deity out there, that Adam would never find out what I'd done. 

Eventually he came home, rushing into my arms like I warranted his love. He took me to bed, his gentle love making a balm to my cheating heart yet I couldn't relax. Adam drove me to the edge again and again and I couldn't peak, my guilt standing guard over my own pleasure. "It's okay, " I told him, "I'm just distracted, take your own pleasure from me baby." And he did, pumping his semen into my body as he cried out my name, rewarding me with his love and devotion over and over again. 

That hiatus was shorter than most and for once I was grateful. I craved the nearness of him but felt Michael's hands on me every time Adam touched me. Before my sexual misadventure, Adam was the only lover I had ever known, my first everything. He knew my body better than I did and always made me come. Adam treated me Lalique, like some fragile flower which needed coaxing and sweetness and I adored his tenderness. Yet even as he drove into my body, I had flashes of Michael, pounding into my body, taking what he needed with little regard for my comfort, seemingly knowing that was exactly what I craved.

I'd loved it. 

And even as Adam cradled my head in his hands, his beautiful eyes focused on mine, his cock sliding rhythmically into my body, sweet love words on his lips, I wanted to plead with him to use me, to pound into me like a jackhammer. I was fucked up. Focused on a man I didn't know when the love of my life was inside me, working himself hard to give me what I'd always enjoyed. It took every ounce of my concentration to play along and I'm ashamed to say that for the first time in our relationship, I faked it. Crying out with a false pleasure I couldn't allow myself to feel. 

He bought it. Cradling me in his arms and kissing me sweetly as I shivered beneath him. Shivering in disgust at myself, at my actions. I wanted to tell him, to try to explain, yet I knew I'd break his heart. So I stayed silent and held him close, absorbing him warmth into my chilled skin, desperately trying to show him I hadn't changed when I knew I would never be the same.

...

After Michael, there was Dylan. 24, total hipster type and like Michael, a green eyed, dark haired mirror of my husband. It took a year for me to get over what I'd done, and in that time, Adam came home to me three times, each reunion better than the last. I was able to forego my liaison and reached my peak in his arms, no longer clutching my guilt to my heart. Things were better, Adam never guessed and I missed him like I always did, yearning for my husband above all else.

I met Dylan in a coffee shop in San Francisco. We had both ordered the same drink, a Venti cappuccino with extra foam and as our hands reached for the cup I knew. One look at his tall slim frame and I just knew I'd have him naked in my arms. The sterile coffee shop faded away and I could visualise him before me, his errantly coiffed hair a mess beneath my fingers as I pulled him deeper between my thighs. Like a vision. As our fingers touched he'd laughed, offering me the drink and I'd thanked him, fluttering my eyelashes as I smiled. 

Just like that, we sat together, sipping our coffees and talked a little about his work as a junior architect. I wasn't really interested in anything other than his own mighty erection but he seemed sweet enough and hours passed as the coffees cooled. He asked where I was from and I told him I was in town for a few days for work and looking for a little fun. Could he recommended anything to pass a few hours? His eyes had sparkled behind his glasses and before I knew it I was naked on his unmade bed, his hair a riot beneath my hands.

Whereas Michael was an expert, Dylan was sweeter, his touch gentler on my body. He wasn't a virgin by any stretch but he was shy as I stripped my clothes from my body and lay on his bed, my thighs parted. He'd just stood there as my fingers stroked my pussy, my slickness echoing in the silence. I could see the strain of his cock against his tight pants and enjoyed his restraint, my hands wet with my arousal. Holding his gaze, I pulled my fingers from between my thighs and sucked them clean, enjoying his hiss of breath. Dipping back inside, I teased myself before withdrawing again and offering him a taste.

Like a cobra he snapped, uncoiling his frame, releasing his tension and devoured me. His technique was rough at first but he took instruction well, sucking and licking me like I needed him to. Twice I came on his face, rocking my clit against the bristle on his top lip as his tongue probed my wet folds. It should have been enough. My dalliance with Michael and the unfortunate aftermath should have stopped me but as Dylan stood, his tall body rigid as he bared himself to me, his leanly muscled torso, his stiff cock, everything fell away and I reached for him. 

"No-one has ever sucked me off like that. That was incredible!" I watched the satisfied grin on his face as I licked the remnants of his orgasm from his flagging erection, my fingers gently massaging his thighs and almost preened. Not bad for a woman with only two other lovers. Everything I did with Dylan was the greatest as far as he was concerned, I was some kind of sexual genius. My pussy was the tightest, my breasts the sweetest, my mouth like heaven. His praise and enthusiasm were like a drug to me, and thanks to his youth, his stamina was my undoing. For two days we stayed in his apartment, screwing ourselves silly and pausing only for takeout. 

"If you're ever in town again, I'd love to see you." I held my breath, waiting for the familiar nausea to return but this time it was nothing more than a swift roll of my stomach. I kissed a path up his chest, settling my lips over his and stroked my tongue into his mouth, my hands urging his cock to hardness for the umpteenth time. Sheathing him, I straddled him and fed his erection into my body, refusing to say a word as my hands found his shoulders and my hips undulated on him like a belly dancer. He'd surged into me, his hands wild on my breasts as I drove us both over the edge. 

As he dozed, I kissed him gently and he hugged me, "Thank you Amy. I'll never forget you." This time I walked away calm, happy for the pleasure he'd bought me and proud that I'd not only shown him a good time but confident he'd use that knowledge on his future partners. Paying it forward if you like. 

And so continued the cycle. For five years, I'd fluctuate between wild one night stands and romantic reunions with my husband. With the exception of James, a 42 year old teacher in Fresno, all of my lovers were younger, something I found I preferred. Aside from their insatiable libidos, they didn't expect anything beyond the physical satisfaction we shared. I could mould them, tell them what I wanted and they were more than willing to lick me or stroke me as I wished. And in some weird coincidence of my own making, they all bore a resemblance to Adam, all dark and tan, soulful green eyes that bore into my soul. Even Alice, the college grad I took to bed in Vegas, a young voracious beauty who was more than happy to let me take control in the bedroom.

... 

Adam always took control, preferring gentle lovemaking with me beneath him, and whilst I enjoyed it, I'd discovered a world of sexual diversity beyond it. I loved to sit astride, rocking my pelvis hard as they drove up into me, making me cry out. It took a 22 year old farm hand from Texas to introduce me to the rapturous delights of the reverse cowgirl and I rode him for days, ecstasy dripping from my pores. Even now I shudder as I remember sitting on his face, my hands clenched to his headboard as he ate from me, my orgasm covering his cheeks, sobbing out my pleasure and shrieking as he literally bench pressed me up from his mouth and straight down onto his stiff cock, pumping deep into my still pulsating pussy. 

When he asked to see me again, I'd seriously considered it, even going so far as to give him my email. One year on and no contact it's probably for the best but when I lay in bed at night, my fingers busy on my clit, I think of our time together and shatter wetly as I remember his strength. When Adam returned next, I asked if I could sit on his face and his look of shock was hysterical, I'd told him I'd read about it in Cosmo and wondered if we could try it. He'd been awesome, his tongue wild inside me as I rocked above him but as I gazed down between my spread thighs it had been my cowboy I'd seen.




Mrs Robinson?



You see, somewhere along the way I managed to separate my affairs from my marriage, one was all about sex and the other all about love. With my lovers, I did whatever I wanted, taking the upper hand and making it nothing more than physical. I managed to disassociate my heart from my body and found I could fuck my way across states without feeling a shimmer of guilt. It took only a quick shower to wash my experiences from my skin and leave me with nothing but a bone deep satisfaction and a wealth of memories for the spank bank. 

With Adam home, I went back to being the willing Mrs, happy to let him take the lead, positioning me as he preferred even when I knew I could blow his mind. When I was with Adam, I wondered why I messed about when I had such a man in my life, a man who could eviscerate me with a single kiss and whose hands upon my body felt like magic. Then he would deploy again and I'd go back to work, travelling the country at exhibitions and meetings and would invariably end up picking up some young hottie for a wild night or three of no-holds barred fucking, sating myself on stranger sex. 

I became desensitised to it all, proficient at keeping my two lives separate and never allowing Adam to find out the truth. None of my hook ups knew anything about me aside from my cowboy and Adam never considered me anything other than faithful. By playing away far from home, there was never any chance of him finding out and I was free to indulge as much as I liked. Which was a lot. Always on my own terms, always with me in control. No mess, no fuss.

Until Tyler.

Damn it all to hell. What's the old adage about not shitting where you eat? I can remember it now but I wish to high heaven I'd remembered it then. Six months, hardly any time really yet for me, it's like a lifetime. 

...

On his last stretch of leave, Adam had talked about the possibility of re-enrolling and I had cried, torrents of wordless tears at the possibility of him being away for further stretches of time over the coming years. He'd held me, resolutely promising to love me forever as I wept. But my tears were only in part at our separation, I wept for the potential loss of my new adventurous life, of my pick and mix sex life. With Adam home full time, I would have to behave and as much as I loved him, I knew I'd miss the freedom I'd had up until now. Each time he came home to me, it felt more and more like we were strangers, that we were learning about each other a little more. Sure we talked online, but there was still so much about our separate lives we didn't know. Adam didn't like to talk about his work, telling me it was too fucked up to bring into my life and I saw his eyes glaze over whenever I talked about my business. We were becoming strangers, holding on the passion and desire of our early years and neither of us moving much beyond it. I sobbed hard.

Calming me, he promised to think about it. Maybe he shouldn't sign up again, maybe we should start a family. He could find a job at the local hospital, look into enrolling for a college course. As he spoke, I saw the lack of passion in his face and knew he wanted to carry on as we were. I'll admit, the idea of a baby, our baby in his arms, made my heart blossom and I knew I would give anything to have that in my life. Business was great and I was fortunate enough to be in a position where I could work from home. A baby... My husband home fulltime and a baby to lavish with all the love we had to give. 

As driven as I was, I'd always wanted kids, wanted a houseful of the little critters to spoil and adore, very much like my own childhood. Adam and I were both only children and we'd always said we'd have at least three, as close in age as we could manage. Adam would make an amazing Daddy, his sweet nature meant he'd never lose his temper although if we had a girl, he'd probably scare the shit out of any potential boyfriends. And I would move heaven and earth to be a great a mother as I could, listening, teaching, playing, hell, dressing up as a Pokemon and going trick or treating. Whatever my kids needed me to do. The distance between us seemed to close as I thought of our family, and I saw a similar expression on his face, one of hope. I promised to think of nothing else. 

Back he went, passionate kisses our only goodbye and a promise to seriously consider our future on his lips. I turned down invitations to exhibit and took all my meetings via conference call, not trusting myself to behave. If my life was about to change, I needed to purge myself of all my urges, cut myself off like an addict. And it worked up to a point. I started attending Church, more for the social interaction than to converse with a God I doubted would listen to my tainted thoughts, I joined a local running group and I enrolled to teach a course at the local evening college.

I thought if I kept myself busy I could take my mind off of the thoughts keeping me awake at night, of my marriage, my lovers, my mess of a life. Teaching Jewellery making 101was a piece of cake, here's a solder iron, here are some beads. I found I enjoyed it, teaching open minded students how to create something special from bits and pieces of glass, metal and paste. During my chats online with Adam, he remarked on my enthusiasm for the project, how alive I seemed. I wanted to laugh, not once during my affairs had he ever remarked on the light in my eyes, yet now... We never spoke of his career plans, preferring to keep the conversation neutral, at least until he returned. We chatted like old friends, not as husband and wife and I didn't know if it was me pulling away from him, or vice versa.

My students kept my mind off of things, being surrounded by eager minds will do that for you. Most of them were older than me, housewives looking to learn a new skill, retirees wanting to create the types of jewellery you couldn't buy anymore and a handful of young girls, obviously looking to emulate my own success. We'd covered the basics of construction and after a few weeks we moved onto design, my plan to ask them to create a mini collection of four pieces based on a theme. As such I took them outside the classroom to get inspiration, a little area of grass and flowers overlooking the school's football field. 

Immediately my class split into groups, the housewives together chatting and laughing, the retirees scattering out to search for wildflowers to draw and the 3 youngest students rushing to gaze out at the hot young players on the floodlit field. Grinning I settled down to work on my own designs, I had a new collection to finish and although I was ahead of schedule thanks to my newfound celibacy it wouldn't hurt to knuckle down. 

A hysterical shriek drew me out of my reverie and I looked up to see one of the teens wrapped in the arms of one of the players. Hannah was giggling and hugging him so I assumed his attention was warranted. The other girls stood to one side, blushing and coyly looking at them and as the football player removed his helmet I understood why. Geez, he was a hottie! Tall, firm, a face like a fallen angel. A mass of dark brown, almost black hair curled damply over his forehead and as he swooped Hannah into his arms, a bright beam of a smile cracked his face wide open before disappearing as he nuzzled her neck. Lucky Hannah!

One of my other students came over to speak to me and I stood, answering her question about composition. A few minutes later, I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find Hannah beside me, the jock beside her. She hopped from foot to foot, her enthusiasm rampant. "Amy?". I hated the authoritarian nature of calling teachers by their surnames and insisted on an equal footing in my class. I smiled at her, "Hannah?". She giggled, a ripple of high pitched noise in the serene patch of nature. "Is it okay if I leave early? I mean, I wouldn't normally but I can sketch at home and Tyler has finished practise early so I was hoping...?"

I'd looked at her and seen the plea on her face, a little alone time with her jock beau. Adam had played High School football and as a cheerleader I knew all about finding those stolen moments of heaven together when you could snatch them. I matched her grin and slowly shook my head, watching the light in her eager eyes fade. Laughing, I said yes and she practically jumped up and down. "On one condition Hannah...", 

"Anything Amy!". I smiled dotingly, she was a sweetheart, "Just have some sketches to show me for next lesson okay?". She nodded eagerly and turned away, clutching her boyfriend's hand. I looked at him and feel headlong into blaze of forest green, flecks of gold burning brightly into my soul. "Come on Tyler, my parent's will be home in a few hours!". She pulled him along with her but he kept his gaze focused on mine for longer than was socially acceptable. Tyler.

Two days passed and I couldn't forget his face as he'd stared at me. It was ridiculous, he had to be about 18 years old yet something about his gaze held me rapt. I'd lain in bed, my fingers hovering over my breasts as I pictured his face and almost howled with regret. He was just too damn young for one, and the boyfriend of one of my students for heavens' sake. So what if he reminded me of Adam, the same build, same colouring, same hunger on his face when he looked at me. Okay so the last point may have been all in my overheated imagination but my body didn't understand the distinction. Think of something else Amy, think of Adam, think of your husband.

Every time I started to masturbate, Adam's face would segue into Tyler's and I would snatch my hand away, unwilling to find my pleasure in such a messed up scenario. I dreaded returning to the school, torn between wanting to see him again and fearing my response to him. What if it was all just instantaneous infatuation on my part? I'd feel stupid beyond words. God help me, what if he felt it too? What the hell would I do? I was weak when it came to the opposite sex, especially hot green eyed dark haired sex gods who reminded me of my AWOL husband. 

...

I went to Church before class, praying for strength and as always, asking God to look after Adam. I didn't feel any calmer as I walked into the room, and as I glanced around the eager room of students my stomach dropped. He was there, sitting beside Hannah and watching me like a hawk. Hannah rushed up, "I hope it's okay Amy, and I know the course is already started and all, but Tyler saw my sketches and he'd really like to learn how to make jewellery!."

I stared at her, then at him, which was a mistake and back to Hannah. That I sincerely doubted. Most likely it was an excuse for the lovebirds to spend more time together which could adversely affect Hannah's work but possibly, just possibly Tyler's motives were more impure. How I hoped so! Snapping back, I shrugged and nodded, "He'll have to take a few catch up lessons if he stays. I can work with him after class if that's okay with Tyler?". I glanced into the mossy abyss of his eyes and he smiled, his teeth gleaming brightly and for a second I thought I would pass out.

Class seemed like an eternity but we made it through. A few of my students had really imaginative designs and I couldn't stifle my enthusiasm, determined to help them make their ideas a reality. The rest, well it's hard to get excited about flower barrettes. I waved them off, leaving only Hannah and Tyler behind. She was hugging his waist and based on his posture, it looked like he couldn't care less. I coughed, breaking her concentration and she relinquished him, wandering over to me. "Is it okay if I stay Amy? I can help Tyler get up to speed?"

I wanted to send her away, I wanted to push her out of the classroom and lock us in our own little bubble but I didn't. I told her she could, catching what I hoped was a look of regret from Tyler and laid out the tools from my earlier lessons. I still didn't know why he was here but Hannah's glee at having him near made me jealous and pleased for her in equal measure. Turned out, the boy had skills. Everything I showed him he picked up almost immediately and although I doubted his desire to make necklaces I couldn't ignore his ability. 

An hour later I packed up and asked Tyler if he wanted another catch up class. He nodded, a sly smile crossing his lips and turned to Hannah, "Baby, maybe it's better if you let me do this one on my own." Hannah's face fell and like a shot Tyler smiled, "You're too much of a distraction and I need to catch up to be as good as you." She pouted and Tyler bent to kiss her forehead, his eyes laser focused on me. Damn, he was good. A few words, one heated look and two women were acquiescing to him. I almost told her she could stay but stopped myself. He was obviously up to something, I didn't believe for a second he gave a shit about creating earrings but I wasn't ready to think about the alternatives, no matter how badly I wanted to.

Tyler was 19. Newly moved to town and held back for a year due to bad case of mono, he excelled at everything. Football, classes, girls. We chatted like buddies as I showed him how to use the solder gun and he made me snort with laughter at some of his stories. He was just a really funny charming boy. I told him so and he bristled, "I'm a man Amy! I'm 19, I can vote, I can join the military. I'm not a little kid!". I stepped back and stared at him. He wasn't at all, but I couldn't tell him that for the sake of either my marriage or my sanity I had to picture him as such. He looked so indignant that I laid a hand on his shoulder as apology.

Big mistake. Huge. As his heat seeped into my skin, I almost jolted with the sparks, I swear he felt it too, his eyes darkening like thunderclouds before I jerked my hand away. "I'm sorry Tyler, force of habit. When you get to my age, anyone under 30 is a kid!". I smiled shakily hoping he'd buy it. He didn't. "You're not old Amy, not at all. I'd say you were a gorgeous vibrant sexy woman. Nothing wrong with that, not at all." His grin widened as his eyes swept up my body and I felt my nipples peak. Stepping away from him, I fled to my desk, packing up my sketchbooks, my back to him. Gulping air into my lungs, I felt him behind me, his hand at my waist.

"Is everything okay Amy? Did I upset you?" I turned too quickly, his body so close to mine that he had to feel my nipples against his chest.

Strike that, I felt his erection against my stomach so I know he felt my nipples. I couldn't step back, trapped between his body and my desk. Blindly I shook my head, "I'm fine Tyler, and no, you didn't say anything wrong really, although you probably shouldn't be calling me sexy. I'm just really busy with work and classes and I guess I'm just a little tired." He smiled and stepped back, my breathing slowly began to regulate. He picked up his rucksack and swung it over his should, ambling towards the door.

"You know Amy, if you're tired, maybe you should spend more time in bed."

I swear I nearly died, and as he winked and walked through the door I sagged, grateful for the desk to cling to.

Two weeks passed and Tyler and I never had another one-to-one lesson. He'd asked, I resolutely told him he didn't need it. Adam and I had our weekly chats, he told me he'd made his decision and couldn't wait to tell me. He was due back in just three weeks and I felt a bubble of anticipation bloom inside me. I'd see my husband again, feel his body against mine, find out the future he'd decided upon for us. I felt a little angry that he held all the cards once again but reminded myself that this was what I'd signed up for. Love, honour and obey. Whatever made him happy made me happy. And what made me happy he'd never find out about. Although part of me wanted him to find out, wanted to see if he still cared about us, needed to see some emotion on his handsome face.

...

Another class finished and my students filtered out, excited for the long weekend ahead. Hannah beamed as Tyler clasped her hand and brushed a kiss on her knuckles, her friends still blushing as they looked at him. I understood their dilemma. He was right, he wasn't a boy in any way. I tried to avoid him as much as I could but he drew my attention. Clever pertinent questions, requests for help, all pulling me into his personal space. Leaning over him as he cut into a sheet of metal, I felt his body shiver as I pressed closer than I'd intended and pulled away, hearing his hiss as I moved. I had to stop this infatuation. Watching them leave, I exhaled, I knew Hannah's parents were away for the weekend and I'd overheard her tell her friends that she and Tyler were going to have sex for the first time. 

I ached for him but knew it wasn't right. He was a young man and as such, should be with someone like Hannah. Whatever bizarre chemistry bristled around us, I had no role in his life and had to remember that. Three weeks from now, Adam would be back and I'd finally know whether our lives were going to change or not. If he re-enlisted, I could go back to travelling and indulging myself, if he didn't I'd have my husband back and possibly a baby to look forward to. 

The door opened and I awoke from my thoughts. Tyler stood at the door, his face serious, his hands behind his back. "Can I help you Tyler?", my voice a broken whisper in the silence. I saw the pulse in his jaw and waited for him to speak. But he just stood there, staring me down, his hands fumbling behind him. "Tyler? Are you okay?" He swallowed and moved towards me, faster than I could imagine. Before I could comprehend it, I was in his arms, his mouth on mine and his hot tongue licking deeply into my mouth, swallowing my cries of pleasure. 

He turned me, his mouth never breaking with mine as he pushed me back against the desk, my thighs spreading to accommodate him. My hands clawed at his hair, pulling him deeper as I licked into his mouth, feeling his cock pulse between my thighs. Tyler's hands cupped my breasts, his groan swallowed between my lips as he felt my hard nipples press into his palms. I bucked into him, he thrust against me. Our bodies tangled together like familiar friends. Had I not run out of breath, we would have stayed like that until one or both of us suffocated, or ripped the clothes from our overheated bodies. 

I gulped air in as Tyler bent to kiss my neck, my thighs wrapped around his waist as he lifted me onto the desk. "Tyler, we shouldn't do this... we should sto..." He kissed me again, his hands firm on my denim covered thighs, rocking rhythmically into my core, his tongue silencing everything. My hands somehow moved from his head to his waist, sliding beneath his shirt to stroke the heated skin of his back, his sigh of pleasure at my touch reverberating in my throat. He squeezed my breasts hard, his fingers pinching my aching tips and I squealed with delight, my teeth nipping down into his bottom lip. He pulled back an inch, my mouth open for more drugging kisses and he slowly lifted my tee up to bare my bra clad breasts to his gaze.

"So fuckin' hot!" 

I dragged air into my hyperventilating lungs as he peeled the lace cups down, his thumbs stroking my nipples as his nostrils flared. Over and over, his cock rubbed against the seam of my jeans and I felt myself moisten to the point of no return. He bent to kiss me again, my nipples clasped between his fingers, pulling them hard as his tongue duelled with mine. My hands gripped his ass, pulling him tighter into me in a mimicry of fucking. He groaned, I felt his cock twitching through two sets of denim and he pinched me hard, my breasts crushed beneath his palms. Hitching up my thighs to wrap tighter around his waist, I leant back a little, changing the angle of his thrusts and nipped at his tongue, feeling my body tighten as my orgasm began coiling inside me. Thrust, lick, pinch, thrust, lick, pinch. Tyler was everywhere, my entire body his instrument to play with. All I could do was hold on to his tight butt and rock into his body, my tongue melding with his.




Mrs Robinson?



He pulled back from my lips, his hands stilling on my aching breasts, his hips still pummelling against mine. My head fell back as he pressed my breasts together, lifting them to suckle my nipples and I went over, my hands weakly tunnelling into his hair as he bit down on me, his tongue wetly soothing the non-existent hurt. I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt as I fell back onto the desk, Tyler's mouth never relinquished my nipples and I writhed against him, drawing out the pleasure. I sobbed and felt his hand cover my mouth as he laved my nipple like an ice cream cone, long slow firm licks as he shuddered over me. 

As I calmed, he kissed my cleavage, slowly moving up to my neck before uncovering my mouth to drop a series of chaste closed mouth kisses over my face. Blinking, I lifted my head to pull him closer, my tongue tracing the seam of his lips and sliding inside, tasting him leisurely now, the build up of desire somewhat tampered. He sighed, his body pressing me into the utilitarian desk and I realised he had come too, his cock softening against me. Taking charge, I softened the kiss, stroking his back, his neck. I loosened my thighs but still held him close, swallowing his huffs of breath.

He placed his hands either side of me, lifting himself up as I clung to him, wrenching our mouths apart. His lips were red, his eyes almost black and a sheen of sweat covered his face. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He kissed me again, slowly and tenderly and extracted himself from my body, stumbling back, dazed and somewhat confused. Good, he felt how I felt. I sat up, my shirt around my neck, my bra beneath my breasts, my nipples rigid and wet from his tongue. He stared at them, his mouth open before moving to my face, his breathing heavy.

I risked a glance at his groin and saw a wet patch spreading near the waistband of his button fly jeans. He followed my eyes and laughed, pulling his shirt down to cover it. I repaired my clothing and stood up, as shaky on my legs as a new born foal. I still wanted more, having had a taster of what he could give me but this wasn't the place. And I still didn't know what was really going on here aside from me being horny and Tyler being hot for teacher. 

"What did you want Tyler?"

He blinked, "You came back here... for something...?"

"I came back to wish you a great weekend..."

"And...?"

"And nothing Amy. I never said goodbye and that's just rude."

I cocked a brow, "Rude?"

Tyler smiled, his demeanour back to the charming one I knew and liked and desired so very much. 

"Okay, okay... I hoped for a kiss. I'd planned to hug you and kiss your cheek but move at the last second and catch your lips. What happened was way more than I could have hoped for." 

I choked, "I think that was way more for both of us Tyler. Far too much if I'm being totally honest."

Tyler stepped closer and I shivered as his hands rubbed my arms, "Amy, that was going to happen no matter what you say. It was only a matter of time. I'd planned to just kiss you today, slowly work up to making you come, to touching you. But it was going to happen."

I inhaled as he slid his hands into my hair and kissed my lips softly, 

"We just jumped a few steps is all. I have so much on my to-do list as far as you're concerned." 

I pulled back from his mouth, his hands still holding me close, 

"Tyler, this can't happen again! I'm your teacher, I'm married, you're 19!" 

I was practically squeaking now, my mouth saying words my body was disputing. He just grinned, 

"All valid reasons not too Amy but still nothing that will stop it happening. I'm going to be inside you at some point soon, we're going to be naked and I'm going to make you come hard..." 

I shuddered, Tyler grinned, "Again!" 

I shook my head weakly but he just laughed and kissed me, his cock slowly waking up against me. 

"The next time I come for you Amy, it won't be in my pants... count on it!" 

He stepped back and headed over to unlock the door before stepping out, 

"Have a great weekend Amy, don't do anything I would do!"

Bastard. 

...

The long weekend was torture. I imagined Tyler and Hannah together, his hot body bare, his talented mouth bringing her to orgasm. Hating myself for what we'd done, hating him for starting it, hating myself for allowing it to happen. Then hate turned to desire, reliving every single second of it, his hands on me, his mouth devouring me. My nipples were permanently hard and I'd taken to wearing my jeans commando as I pottered about, loving the decadent friction against my overheated pussy. For about 5 seconds I debated pulling his number from the school's files and texting him but realised that was a terrible idea. It had happened, it had been incredible and it had to stop. 

Aside from everything else, his age, my husband, his girlfriend, he lived in my town. I may fuck around but I'd always played far away, careful not to bring attention to myself. If word got out I'd lose everything and as amazing as I thought we could be, it wasn't worth it. Even scarier, I liked him, I knew him. Tyler wasn't just a random hook up to me, I couldn't just walk out and pretend nothing had happened. Somehow I'd messed up royally and disturbed the careful patchwork of my adultery. Okay so technically we hadn't done anything but to some people a kiss is as bad as a screw and I knew Adam was one of those people. Sure I didn't even consider fucking to be cheating as long as I didn't care about them... but I cared about Tyler. Which was why it had to stop.

Of course it didn't, there would be no story. Back in class, I managed to keep myself under control and aside from a brief moment when I practically stammered as he eye fucked me when I gave the class their tasks I was cool. Hannah and he seemed distant and I could tell she'd been crying so who know what did or didn't happen. I wondered briefly if it something to do with our dalliance and subconsciously started stroking my desk which seemed to make Tyler grin. Walking towards Emily, one of my retired star pupils, I focused on her work and pushed everything else away. I'd worked too hard to mess it up now.

Tyler was mad. For two weeks I steadfastly ignored him. I answered his questions in class but always from a distance. Twice he stayed behind to get me alone and both times I asked another student to remain, dealing with him first. I saw the pained way he looked at me, as hungrily as the way Hannah looked at him. I knew their weekend together had never happened. As far as I could glean, Tyler had broken up with her mere hours after we'd dry humped on my desk. Had to hand it to him, as heartbroken as she was, at least he hadn't two timed her. He was a better person than me, that was for sure.

He left notes in my cubby and on my desk, long missives about how we were meant to be together, how being near me made him happy and how he wanted to make me his. How our burgeoning friendship made him feel like he could achieve anything and that having a woman like me in his life was everything he'd ever wanted. I re-read his notes, stroking my finger over the X at the end of each one and wept, wishing I warranted his devotion. Of course, I never wrote back, I had no way of getting my replies to him and what would I say?! 

I came into class one Tuesday to find a vase of roses with no card. It had to be Tyler, Adam would have signed a card and delivered them to the house. I knew for sure when I gave them to Emily to use for design inspiration and his face darkened like thunder. I just had to make him see this was a mistake, that nothing good could come of it but I knew that to do that I had to speak to him and being alone with Tyler would only lead to the one thing I really wanted to do. Vicious, vicious cycle. 

In one more week Adam would be home and my life would go back to normal. My class wasn't a full blown course, but it gave the college kids a few kudos marks for doing something extracurricular which their formal tutors encouraged as well as a skill set for their CV. I had 3 more weeks until I was done and aside from the Tyler situation I was pretty sure I'd teach again next year, as long as I had the time. Between my business and possibly having a baby in my arms by the time lessons started again. 

As far as my class was concerned, our lessons were now over and they had 3 weeks to finish their design projects before submission. Between you and I, they will all pass, no-one set fire to themselves and even the worst work was still pretty decent. For some, I think they'll carry on for fun, Emily in particular is going to be making beaded flower necklaces for every Christmas and Birthday for years. 

A mini wave of groans and cheers went up as I told them lessons were over and the solo work began. Several students hugged me on the way out, but most waved and left, leaving Hannah and Tyler alone with me once again. She looked at me tearily and I excused myself to the supply closet for no other reason than I didn't want to leave them alone. I heard her pleading with him to take her back and Tyler telling her he liked someone else. She cried, he stood firm, she begged, he told her she was beautiful and wonderful but that it wasn't going to work out. Hannah shouted at him, calling him a prick and the other woman a whore and I wanted to charge out and shake her, to scream at her to just walk away now. My heartbeat was going crazy and pounding in my ears and I heard a door slam. 

I peeked out of my hiding place and found myself alone. He'd handled it pretty well considering, and I just hoped Hannah would get over it sooner rather than later. I couldn't imagine being dumped at 17, hell I'd married my high school sweetheart but enough of my friends had survived the same experience intact. I packed up and locked my room, dropping the keys into the main office. All the coursework would be handed in there in a few weeks and I would collect it for grading. My class was no more and the class room would belong to someone else soon enough. I'd taken a moment to sit on the desk, remembering my time with Tyler and that was enough. One last glance around the room and I was on my way home.

...

With my collection complete and my classes finished I was able to just relax. I cleaned the house from top to bottom, went running and started making plans for Adam's return. In short, anything to keep my mind off Tyler. We hadn't said goodbye and I felt like an ass for ignoring him. He'd had the balls to lay it out there for Hannah and I'd never given him the same honesty. He knew of course, he had to, I'd frozen him out royally but I should at least have thanked him for his interest, or at least for the orgasm. Every time I went there, I ended up masturbating, imaging it was Tyler's hands on me and I'd end up having to take a shower to rinse the sweat from my skin.

It was after yet another Tyler induced shower that the bell rang. Wrapping my robe tightly around myself I set down the glass of wine I'd just poured and headed down the hall, expecting to see my neighbour Mrs Minchin who usually rang around this time to invite me yet again to dinner with her and her 15 cats. Bless her, she didn't want me to be lonely and but she wouldn't believe I had an allergy to animal dander. Only it wasn't Mrs Minchin. It was Tyler.

Shocked he'd found my house, I could do nothing but stand there as he walked in, his varsity jacket draped over his arm. He was halfway down the hall before he turned to me, "Shut the door Amy." I did, blindly following him into my lounge, the fire burning gently in the cool evening air. 

Nonchalantly he dropped his jacket on the sofa and picked up my discarded glass, taking a sip of the chilled white wine, looking far more comfortable than I was. All I could do was stare at him, drink in his male beauty, standing here in my personal space. I felt warm, a physical reaction due in total to his nearness. 

I stepped closer, taking the glass from his hand and taking a big gulp, hoping to steady my nerves for whatever conversation was to follow. Only Tyler didn't say a word. He took the glass from my shaking hand and set it on the mantle, pulling me into his body and kissing me. This wasn't a goodbye kiss, his tongue gentle as he parted my lips, his hands slowly untying my robe. I whimpered, unsure whether I wanted him to stop or start and his hands spanned my waist, settling there as I arched into him, my tongue stroking his with all the unleashed desire I felt for him. 

In unison we moved, his hands sliding down to stroke my ass, my arms up to wrap around his neck. Our bodies almost perfectly aligned. Still gentle, Tyler made love to my mouth, stroking my tongue with his as his hands slowly moved up to my breasts. Still not a word was uttered, the crackle of the logs in the grate the only sound in the room. He bent and took a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking me delicately, making me want to beg for more pressure. Standing he kissed me again, alternating between sucking my nipple into his mouth and my tongue between his lips. 

I couldn't stand his gentle drawn out seduction, no matter how delicious. I wanted more. Kneeling I pushed his shirt up and Tyler whipped it over his head, baring his torso to my mouth. I kissed his chest, licking his tiny nipples, moving down to lick his abs, the defined V of his hips. I felt his erection hot against my cheek as I rubbed my face against him and heard his soft groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, I swept both them and his Calvins to the floor and took him into my mouth, sucking him deep before licking the crown, treating him to the same teasing he'd given me. 

I stroked him, my hands an extension of my lips, massaging his cock as I fed him into my mouth, taking him in shallow thrusts before swallowing him almost to the root. He stroked my hair and I stared up him, his face a picture of pleasure as I lapped at his tip, gently licking him over and over, savouring his flavour and running my hands over his thighs and stomach.

He moaned and I reached out to take his hands in mine. Tyler tried to pull me up but I drew his cock into my mouth again, increasing the tempo, my lips kissing his tip on every wet withdrawal. I licked the droplets of fluid that stemmed from him, watching him as the pearlescent seed hung in the air between us, letting him see how much I enjoyed what I was doing. His fingers tensed each time I took him in my mouth, he pulsed inside me as my tongue fluttered against the sensitive ridge on the underside of his cock and I was sorely tempted to suck him to completion. All the while we watched each other, his stomach taut, his eyes locked on mine as I loved every inch of his impressive erection. He pulsed steadily against my tongue and I thought he'd come in my mouth but he surprised me, pulling me to my feet.

Tyler slid the robe from my shoulders and resumed his kisses, sucking my nipples harder now, kissing my mouth with more pressure. I reached for his cock and he groaned, gently batting my hand away and laying me down on the rug before kicking off his trainers and jeans, leaving him as naked as I was. I never got the chance to admire him fully as he was on his knees, his strong arms lifting my thighs over his shoulders, his beautiful mouth on my pussy. His fingers toyed with my breasts, pinching and pulling my overly aroused nipples as he kissed my inner thighs, my honeyed folds. He licked me, dipping his tongue inside in shallow thrusts before flattening his tongue and lapping at my clit. Over and over , he played with me until I was whimpering. 

He held me open, his soft lips sucking my clit, his tongue flickering all over me like a butterfly. So close, I was so close to coming yet he knew just when to slow down to keep me on the edge. I slid my hand down to touch myself, to bring myself the completion he wouldn't allow and he pulled it away, settling it on his head. I pulled him into me, rocking my pussy into his face with an increasing urgency and Tyler responded, covering me with his mouth. He grazed me with his teeth, gentle as hell and then suckled my clit as hard as he had my nipples, his finger slowly pushing inside me to stroke me with increasing pressure. I howled as he toyed with me, grinding against him, one hand digging into his hair, the other pulling my nipple hard. 

I felt my orgasm build and cried out, Tyler merely glanced up, never stopping his glorious assault on my pussy. My thighs tensed as he started moving his tongue from side to side, lush sweeps across my clit, two fingers pumping deep. I'd never experienced anything like it, my body broke around him, a burning warmth spreading throughout my limbs. I rode him, his tongue never stopping, his fingers thrusting as I tightened around them, my sobs loud in the quiet of the room. 

He worked me gently with his fingers as he moved up to kiss me, his chin slick with my orgasm, my taste mingling with his own. I felt his hardness sliding against me, my pussy still fluttering with aftershocks and held his tightly, loving the feel of his body on top of me, of his cock slippery between my spread thighs, pulsing against my clit. Still we kissed, my desperation momentarily sated, his still very much untamed. 

Somewhere deep in my mind a voice told me I could still stop this but Tyler moved to kiss my neck and the voice silenced. He kissed me gently, licking my pulse point and making me sob before taking my mouth again for a series of increasingly passionate kisses.

I knew what he wanted, I wanted it just as much but Tyler seemed to be waiting for me to make the first move on this, despite his boldness in coming here in the first place. I wanted to ask him to fuck me, but I knew he wouldn't answer me. He would just carry on tormenting me with more kisses until I was an aching puddle on the floor. He pulled on my nipple, pressing my breats together like he had in class and bit down, sucking both into his mouth at once, his tongue flicking back and forth until my head was moving in unison. I arched up into him but he shifted his body away, his mouth our only point of contact and I knew for sure that he was punishing me. Making me ache as I had made him by ignoring him.

I sat up, throwing him off balance and crawled over him, pushing him back to lean against the couch. This time I tortured him, kissing his face, his neck, letting my tongue roam all over him. My breasts stroked his stomach and I dipped, catching his gleaming erection between them, pressing them tighter with my arms as I licked his chest. Up and down, I teased his nipples, all the while stroking his cock with my cleavage. 

With his head thrown back in delight, his biceps tights across the seat of the couch I slid further down, catching his head between my lips and sucking him gently. He hissed and his head tipped forward, his pupils fully dilated. He clutched at the seat cushions, his knuckles white as I sucked him harder, taking every inch that wasn't pillowed between my breasts. Our body were slick and he slid easily against me, the combination of his arousal and my saliva aiding his thrusts. I tensed my biceps, squeezing him tighter, determined to finish him off, to give him almost everything just as he had me when he spoke. Just one word, one syllable that changed it all.

"Please!"

I reared up, straddling his thighs and kissed him hard, his hands now stroking my back. Reaching down I gripped him at the base, teasing myself with his tip, tapping it steadily against my open pussy. Tyler swallowed, the sound audible and started to speak again but I kissed him, filling his mouth with my tongue as I aligned my body with his. I pressed him slowly inside, feeling his crown breach me and cupped his face in my hands, smiling down at him as he slowly grinned back at me. I stroked his lips with my thumb, dipping down for another soft kiss and as he licked into my mouth, the tension apparent in every inch of his body I dropped down hard, filling myself completely with his cock.