0 comments/ 75058 views/ 2 favorites A Visit From Mrs. Schmitt By: LadyWatcher While in graduate school, sharing a rental house, I got to thinking about writing a letter to Mrs. Schmitt, my childhood friend's mom. I was avoiding my studies; I let my lurid imagination lead me to musing about sex. My cock twitched when I thought about Mrs. Schmitt making me eat her and blow my load on her tits. I thought back to her discovering me under her bed watching her in the bathroom when I was in High School. I had not contacted her since then; college had kept me busy with class work, drinking and hanging out with the gang. I was partially embarrassed that maybe she would want to forget the episode forever; it was after all pretty weird to get it on with your friend's mom. I guess my horniness prevailed since in the end I decided to write the letter. I write her on the pretense of asking about her son John. I figure it is safe to ask about things like his new address since college graduation, his new job, what everybody was doing and the like. I include insights like "sometimes class can be difficult and I have a hard time keeping up with the work". I also casually refer to needing "an outlet for pent up energy". I mention that there aren't many girls to enjoy "looking at". Knowing that my current address was just inside of 40 minutes of her home, I figure she will be accessible or easy enough to avoid depending on how things go. I hope she is enticed by the sexual undertones in the letter and will act on her exhibitionist tendencies. As the days roll by, I let the letter slip out of my thoughts. Then on a Saturday morning about a week and a half after sending the letter, I get a phone call from Mrs. Schmitt. We chat a bit and she casually asks if she might stop by since she will be shopping in town and could come by afterwards. I agree and am thankful that my housemate who shares the rent on our tiny ranch house has gone to visit his girlfriend at college. I clean up some obvious clutter around the place in preparation for her arrival. As I prepare, I intentionally leave a Big Beautiful Women (BBW) skin magazine lying out on the table for Mrs. Schmitt to see when she gets there. I had not let my housemate know that I had the magazine but here I was being the naughty boy leaving it out for Mrs. Schmitt to discover. Around 1 in the afternoon Mrs. Schmitt arrives at the apartment. She indicates that it is nice for me to remember her after so many years. Then since she seems truly curious as to how much or little I'm succeeding as an adult, she asks if she can look around the house. While showing her the house, we talk about how everyone is doing. I mention that between working and graduate school I stay busy but don't have much fun. After showing her my room, the bathroom and my roommate's room, the inevitable discovery occurs. "Steven, did your roommate leave this here?" I innocently ask, "Left what out, Mrs. Schmitt?" "This magazine by the couch appears to have nude women in it Steven. I'm not sure this is the type of thing you should be looking at." "Oh, that's not mine Mrs. Schmitt." My heart was pounding and I was feeling a surge of nervous energy as I considered what to do. I had plotted in my mind that if I left out a magazine with big girls in it she might be encouraged to think that maybe I preferred the fleshier woman over the standard centerfold bombshell. Mrs. Schmitt had actually started to look better or more polished as she aged; the beauty parlor highlights in her hair accentuated the look. Her large breasts and round hips reminded me that despite being heavy she was still a very sexual 40-something female. "I'm not sure I believe you." "I'm sorry if it offends you. My roommate can be a jerk at times. He must have left it there." Mrs. Schmitt apparently was not too offended to flip through the pages of the magazine. Her cheeks flush a little as she looks. I knew there were some pretty raunchy pictures of big girls with their pussies spread or with their fingers dipping into them. There are big girls with big mammaries held tenderly in their hands or hanging down. Some of these hussies were even sucking and licking their own nipples or have a guy sticking an erection in their face. Mrs. Schmitt loses herself for almost a minute looking closely at some of the choicer pictures. Then she abruptly sets the magazine down and walks towards the kitchen. "So show me your kitchen." I acquiesce and show her the little, poorly equipped kitchen. I am wondering if she is turned on by the dirty pictures and just wants to change the subject for a minute. "So Steven, do you have a girlfriend?" she asks as she looks at my sparsely supplied and puny kitchen. "Nobody special." "So you don't have a girlfriend or you have one but don't think she's special?" "Actually, I don't have a girlfriend per se. I am sort of in between." "Oh, I see," she tersely responds. We walk around some more. "So I suspect you're not getting any good meals not having anyone to cook for you. For heaven's sake, you are skin and bones." "Well, I eat pretty simply," I reply while noting to myself how overweight people always seem to find normal folks to be "skin and bones". "Is your roommate coming home? I could cook you boys a nice dinner." "Well, that would be nice but Mark won't be coming back until late tomorrow night or maybe early on Monday morning. He spends every weekend with his girlfriend Christina." "Well, I hate to see you eating poorly. I've been to market and I have all of the ingredients for a nice German roast in the car and no one is home for me to cook for anymore. Nick is on travel again this week. I'd love to cook for you." I paused, but only for a few seconds and reply, "Ok, if you're going to twist my arm... Actually I'd love a home cooked meal, but you really needn't go to so much trouble." "It would be my pleasure. I don't get a decent excuse to cook much these days now that John has his own place and Greta is in college." I help bring in the food and she begins filling the kitchen with the wonderful aromas of spices. She can't stop herself from making a marinated salad to go with her impromptu meal. Everything is going along smoothly when she comes out of the kitchen to inform me that she has accidentally spilled some of the oil and vinegar mix on herself from the cucumber salad she was preparing. Somehow it has gotten all over her dress. "Oh dear, the oil will ruin my dress. I'll need to get it cleaned quickly." "I can throw your clothes in the washer. Why don't you grab my shower robe? It's hanging on the back of my bedroom door. Then go into the bathroom and change out of your messy clothes." "Oh my, thank goodness, the roast and potatoes need a couple hours to finish and the salad will only get better as it sits." I walked her to the bathroom. I think, "How convenient that she put the roast in first and then accidentally spilled the salad." "Steven," she called from the bathroom. "Some of the oil and spices got onto my skin. Would you mind terribly if I shower to get this off of me. I like salad as much as the next person, but don't want to smell like one myself." "Yea, sure. No problem." I answer. "Can you take my clothes?" she asks from inside the bathroom. "Sure, just a second." After much rustling to disrobe, she reaches the dress out to me; her bare arm and exposed side indicate that she has not opted to put the robe on before handing me the clothing. I think that the "accident" in the kitchen might have been an intentional act on her part and a means for her to expose herself. I was happy to oblige her with her "accident". I am pretty sure I know what she is doing but I am still not ready to come out and say how much I want to see her plump titties and juicy cunt and that the robe isn't needed if she doesn't want it. I consider the possibility that I am misreading the situation; such a miscalculation could only lead to embarrassment. Regardless of where this is going, my cock is tingling and I feel my balls tightening up as she hands me her clothing. "Hang on Steven, there's more down here on the floor." As she bends over away from the door, I can see the outline of her hips and I can glimpse in the reflections of the metal doorknob her big jugs swinging free. Then she hands me her bra which is still warm from housing her massive tits. "There's one more thing, Steven." She bends forward again but this time the item she is seeking is on the floor visible from the door. Her eyes are turned away from me but her swaying breasts are directly visible as I stand waiting. She stops mid stoop, perhaps to afford me a decent leer and then stands and hands me the silk panties she has grabbed from the floor. I understand her wanting to launder her dress, but when she had included the bra and panties, which appeared to be untouched by the spill, I was sure she was playing with me. "Thanks honey," she coos. She does not close the door but instead walks over to the shower and bends down to turn on the water. As my heart races, I stand frozen looking at her bare ass and back. I decide to retreat for the moment rather than to be too obvious. I am not sure that she will leave the door ajar if she sees me or makes eye contact. I figure it is better not to induce her to start being cautious. "Any special instructions on washing this stuff? I don't exactly pride myself on my laundry skills." I call out. "You can put them in on cold, use some degreaser on the stain and just a ¼ cup of laundry soap should be fine. They're just shopping clothes but I'd hate to see them ruined." I wondered how many women dressed like this to go shopping. So few women wear dresses these days; I find this sad given how nice they look in them. "By the way, towels are stacked on the shelf in the linen closet right outside of the bathroom. Help yourself," I suggest as I walk back to the living room. I can't help but flick through the skin magazine I had left out while I wait for Mrs. Schmitt. I take long lustful looks at all of the exposed flesh. There is an awesome picture of a middle aged woman holding a young lad's hard cock as she fingers herself for the camera. Her cunt is glistening with its own juice and is shining on her fingers. There also appears to be saliva on the lad's rigid manmeat. I think that I might just accidentally leave it open to this page for Mrs. Schmitt to accidentally see. I chuckle to myself as I recount all of the accidents that are happening today. I look down at Mrs. Schmitt's panties which I had been holding and notice that the crotch is slightly damp and there are a couple short pubic hairs clinging to them. It dawns on me that I'd better start the washing machine. After I start the laundry, I wander back towards the bathroom to see if I can see Mrs. Schmitt. She is starting to fog the place up a bit and the smell of soap is emanating from the room. As I watch, unable to see anything much, I hear her begin to turn the water off. I step backwards away from view of the door. "Can you bring me a towel? I got so rattled, I forgot to get one before I got into the shower and I don't want to leave puddles all over your bathroom." "Sure, Mrs. Schmitt - just a minute." I go into the linen closet next to the bathroom grab a towel and approach the shower glass. The glass is blurring Mrs. Schmitt's outline, but I can clearly discern her big areola and a dark thatch of pubic hair that matches the sample she'd handed me earlier in her panties. I hand her the towel. "Thank you sweetie." "You're welcome," I quickly reply as I start to back away. I wouldn't have minded stroking my cock and shooting one off as I stand outside of the shower, inches away from the very nude Mrs. Schmitt. Instead I back away and go back to the living room. Two minutes later to my surprise, Mrs. Schmitt sprints towel-less down the hallway and into my bedroom. In my peripheral vision, I can see her bush and plump titties as she runs through. She calls out, "I forgot to take your robe with me into the bathroom and I didn't want to bother you again." I was unable to speak for a second. After a pregnant pause, I stutter, "No problem." And I think, "How is it that she forgot her towel too?" She comes out in my robe to see me. She notes the open magazine and the picture of the older woman and the young man. "So I see you like older women with big titties, Steven or did that magazine just open itself?" "Well, I guess you got me on that, Mrs. Schmitt," I admitted. I was feeling Goosebumps on my arms and neck as I realize that this exhibitionist loves being prodded. Then she opens my robe to reveal her massive globes and says, "So you probably like these don't you?" I freeze. After a second I stammer, "Yes, they are quite nice, Mrs. Schmitt." I couldn't help looking down at her pubic thatch which was visible since she had thrown the robe open. It appeared that she had cropped it neatly; a nice vertical line in the middle was clearly visible. The runaway jungle I had seen as a teen when I had munched on her muff was now a neatly trimmed delight. "I see you like looking at pussy too, don't you Steven?" Still in shock, I reply, "Ah, well, yes, ma'am." "Well, I guess that's natural, I must admit, I like to admire nice, big hard cocks." She continues, "Why don't we look at your roommate's little magazine together while we wait for the meal to finish cooking?" "Ok, sure, why not." I reply. She sits down next to me on the sofa and I pick up the magazine. She lets the robe cover her but does not fully close it. My heart is beating a mile a minute as I sit next to the half-naked perfumed woman next to me who is old enough to be my mother. She wants to look at cocks and pussies with me. This is crazy. I'm almost shaking with nervous energy. I open to the index where there are miniature pictures of all the different pictorials in the issue. Mrs. Schmitt points to a picture depicting a threesome involving a large blonde woman, a dark haired muscular guy with a dark five-o'clock shadow and a blonde body builder type stud. Both gents are fully erect – one appears ready to enter the blonde's willing snatch while the other receives head. We flip to the page indicated and Mrs. Schmitt makes lewd remarks about the pictures. "That's going to be a good stretch for the girl's pussy. She will like that. It will be nice to have her pussy stretched while she sucks on the other cock." I say nothing; I am mesmerized by the pictures and by Mrs. Schmitt's bold interest in them. She reaches over and puts her hand on my crotch. "You like the pictures, Steven?" She feels for herself that my interest is growing both figuratively and literally. I let out a subtle moan as she kneads my balls through my pants. We look at another picture, the woman's snatch looks to be slightly agape from having the dark haired man's cock just removed from fucking her. "The pussy is stretched Steven. Do you like to stretch the pussy?" "Yeah," I whisper. "I like it too, here, you feel for yourself." At this she moves my hand over her mound and pushes down on my fingers so that the middle and ring finger on my right hand are suddenly immersed in her slickness. I wriggle my fingers in Mrs. Schmitt's hungry cunt and she parts her legs. We flip the pages to see a lesbian layout with a brunette plumper, "Sherry" licking away at a dirty blonde plumper, "Monica's" snatch. "Monica" has such a plump vulva and beefy labia; I feel my tongue begin to move involuntarily. Mrs. Schmitt licks her lips. "The girl knows how to make the other girl feel good. You like to eat the pussy Steven?" I say nothing. "I like to have my pussy eaten. Here you look." At this Mrs. Schmitt puts her leg over mine and pulls my hand away so that I am looking at her slickened folds at the entrance to her slippery vagina. "You poor boy, with no girlfriend; you need to get rid of the cum built up in your balls. Take off your pants." I stand up and drop my pants pulling pants and briefs down in one hasty movement. I stand before Mrs. Schmitt as she lets her robe fall open. She grabs the sides of her breasts and folds them around my aching cock and she moistens her nipples and areola with my abundant precum. I am ready to blow at any moment. "You are a good boy. If you are a very good boy and eat my pussy like Sherry is eating Monica and make me cum in your face, I'll let you shoot your cum in my pussy." This talk was nearly enough by itself to make me cum. I worried about knocking Mrs. Schmitt up – a thoroughly horrifying prospect. "Should I get a condom?" "No, no, I am on birth control. I like to feel hot cum dripping in my vagina. You shoot your cum in me. But first you lick my clit and finger my cunt." Oh my God! The talk was driving me mad. I push her beefy thighs apart and dive my tongue into her folds. It is hard to say, but I think there is more moisture coming from her than from me as my mouth merges with her love tunnel. Her silky juices coat my tongue as I attack her turgid clit. "Be a good boy and put three fingers in my cunt." I oblige as I bury my face into her honeypot. My chin, cheeks and lips are coated in her silky sweet juices as I lap away in a frenzy at her pinkness. Mrs. Schmitt continues looking at the magazine. "That is a nice big cock. Too bad they don't show the cumshot in here. Seems so sad not to let these nice men cum." And then she pushes her hips forward, pinches a nipple with one hand while pushing at her clit with the other. Her utterances become incoherent as she approaches climax. I begin to pound away at her hole with my fingers as she gets closer to the brink. She cries out. I am glad not to be in an apartment as the neighbors definitely would have heard that one. I pull my head back and admire her pink and abused pussy and then give her labia a few post-orgasmic nibbles. Now it is time to let my aching balls release themselves. I slide Mrs. Schmitt back on the couch and her swollen cunt lays splayed. I remove my shirt so that I can feel her big titties on my chest as I ramrod into her snatch. Given the sweetness of her and the anticipation, I blast gob after gob of hot spunk after only about 4 hasty strokes. I fall atop her and sink between her massive orbs as I nearly pass out from the exertion. We pull ourselves together and she asks. "How much longer on the roast?" I stagger to the kitchen and call out, "Looks like another hour and 15 minutes." "Let's look some more at the magazine. You have no girlfriend; I'm sure you have more cum. I want to taste some." The thought of this is lascivious enough to interest me for sure. I hope that my equipment will catch up to my mind – which is getting blown at this point. We sit back on the couch by each other and look further at the magazine. We read a swinger story and then look at various personal ads and another pictorial. Mrs. Schmitt begins to wrap her hands around my sticky shaft and rubs me under the front of my cock head. My dick hardens again as she rubs it with our combined juices which she is gathering from her snatch. I run my index finger over and into her cum-sodden slit as we continue. I hope the couch will dry or I can flip the cushions to conceal this mess before Mark comes back tomorrow night. "You let me slide down on you, but no cum yet." I am all right with that – though unsure that I can prevent a near immediate eruption. She lowers her wide ass over me and I am quickly engulfed in her wetness. She mercifully stops riding me after about 4 squats during which I impale her to the hilt with my painfully hard erection. I am feeling crushed by her massive girth. She gets up and I feel able to breathe freely again. Then she kneels between my legs and swirls her tongue over my glans as she kneads my balls. As she licks away at my shaft, I feel the sap rising in my balls and the telltale signs of imminent ejaculation. At last I release several blasts of jism. I want her to taste my cum just as much she wants to have it. After she slurps up my second load, she goes to her purse and pulls out a slender vibrator. As I sit in a stupor, she lays on her back on the floor with her knees raised up over my thighs. She works the humming artificial cock into and out of her sopping cooze with ease. I watch the whorish delight of Mrs. Schmitt bringing herself another orgasm. She is not the least self-conscious as she loses herself; as she finishes her vagina is visibly twitching and grasping at the humming cock. A Visit From Mrs. Schmitt 2 Several months have gone by since Mrs. Schmitt had stopped by to cook for me and have wanton sex. I figured that it had been a one of a kind type of thing and I didn't really know how to deal with it. Anyway, a few weeks after her visit, I got involved with a young lady I met at school and for a while and sort of put the prior Mrs. Schmitt episode out of my mind. After all as a forty-something she is twenty years my senior. Then out of the blue I get an email from Mrs. Schmitt in which she acts as if we still have nothing more in common than that her son and I had been childhood chums. In the email she indicates that she might be shopping in the area with a friend who I might find interesting. We exchanged a few more messages and then agreed that on one Saturday in April, I would meet her and her friend at the nearby shopping mall. When the day arrived, I was feeling somewhat foolish about going and actually considered not showing up at all. I was dating someone but nothing serious. Anyway, I figured I could think of some way to escape if things turned out to be weird or something; it was definitely safer than meeting at the house. I went to the mall food court at 1pm after getting a coffee to relax and kill time. Finally about 15 minutes after the planned meeting time, Mrs. Schmitt and her lady friend walk in. Her friend is not bad looking, dirty blond hair, in a sort of "big hair" style. It seems to suit her as does her jean jacket, heels and skirt ensemble. Mrs. Schmitt has on a dress, nice jewelry and is all done up. Kathy Templeton, Mrs. Schmitt's friend, is in her early to mid thirties, has a pretty smile, she is pleasantly plump with nice hips though not much of a bust line. Both ladies smell wonderfully of perfume. Now I wish I had put on cologne in addition to just throwing on jeans and a sweater. After introductions and small talk, it is decided that I will accompany them for some clothes shopping. I have strong suspicions that this friend is also an exhibitionist as I already know Mrs. Schmitt is. We go to the ladies dress department at Penney's. The dressing room is pretty busy so does not afford much opportunity for Mrs. Schmitt to show off. She does manage to walk through the middle of the changing booths in only bra and panties; I think the busyness prevented her from being bolder. From where I was outside, I could steal an occasional look into the common space between the individual changing booths. Kathy like Mrs. Schmitt walks through but has upped the ante by removing her bra; her pretense has been to try on blouses without having her bra show. I am happy for the show. Due to the crowding, I don't think this arrangement really suited Mrs. Schmitt so we opted to go to the ladies shoe department. "Why don't you sit across from us so that you can get a better view?" Mrs. Schmitt suggests. Her intent is very thinly veiled but Kathy acts as if this arrangement is not in any way unusual. A salesman comes by to offer assistance. Mrs. Schmitt asks him to get her some pumps -three different styles and Ms. Templeton asks for two different pairs of heels. With each pair the ladies carelessly (intentionally) allows her skirt to bunch up and her legs to part. Neither has on stockings and it soon becomes apparent that they have carefully selected their silkier panties. Mrs. Schmitt's silk panties cling to the folds of her outer lips. Kathy's thong panties likewise produce a distinctive camel toe appearance when she moves her legs. My mind is racing as I considered that these ladies had planned this show especially for me. I can't figure out how Mrs. Schmitt has come to be so friendly with this younger woman, but I am determined to try to find out. At last the ladies decide to purchase some of the shoes they have tried and we decide to stop by a restaurant bar to get a drink. We drink a few beers and begin to converse. "So how do you two know each other?" I ask. "Met on vacation," Kathy replies. "That's cool; I doubt many people who meet on vacation ever become friends. Where'd you go?" "We met at a resort center," Mrs. Schmitt volunteers. I still have no idea where or what they had done on this vacation but I decide to leave it alone. "So you live in the area, Kathy?" I ask. "Not exactly, I live in Alabama, just happened to be on training for work and I decided to stay an extra night." "That's nice." We continue the small talk and by the end of the conversation I have discovered that Kathy has been divorced for five years. She is tired of the rat race and is becoming a "free spirit" to use her words. I am later to discover just how "free". After a few drinks, we decide to settle the bill. As Ms. Templeton opens her purse I spy a very phallic vibrator, realistic down to balls and veins in her purse. I say, "Excuse me but is that what I think it is?" "Even divorcees have needs," she blandly responds. "Needs... What sort of needs?" I innocently ask. "I think you know, Eva told me you are a very discreet, clean-cut young man who appreciates larger women" she huskily replies. My mouth goes dry as I'm not sure where this is heading, "Well, I certainly appreciate Mrs. Schmitt saying that," I carefully respond. "Eva says that you REALLY appreciated her. Do you think you could appreciate a slightly less voluptuous woman?" "You and Mrs. Schmitt are both very attractive women, I certainly can appreciate that," I safely respond. I am so nervous I am barely holding myself together; I decide to temporarily retreat. "If you'll please excuse me, I need to use the rest room," I state as I quickly exit the cashier area. Ms. Templeton and Mrs. Schmitt look at each other conspiratorially as I exit and speak to each other in hushed whispers. I suspect they are interested in taking their teasing a little further. Once in the lavatory, I stand before the sink and splash water on my face, check my hair and try to clear my head and decide what to do next. After using the urinal, I continue my pondering while washing my hands and staring into the mirror. These women are horny – I just hope I can handle this. I decide that I will invite them back to the house and let them decide what will happen next. I am not sure if they are playing with me or if they really want action; I figure I can try getting them back to the house – otherwise I am going to seriously need to jack off. I return to the ladies who by that time have stepped into the mall corridor. Before I can suggest anything, Mrs. Schmitt says, "You know Brad, I think Kathy would like to show you a movie she brought along that she thinks you will enjoy." "Fortunately for all of us, my roommate is out of town at a wedding," I volunteer. Thus it is decided that we will go back to my house. They will follow me in Mrs. Schmitt's car. Mrs. Schmitt is distinctly pleased that we will not be interrupted. I go through the mandatory house tour and as we get to the kitchen, Kathy asks, "Do you have any beer?" I answer that I do have some cold Budweiser in the fridge. She accepts a beer and then we go out to the living room. "So what sort of movie did you bring?" "Well it is sort of a personal one I took on vacation a while back." "Ok, that would be great." "Do you mind if I use your bath first?" "No not at all," I quickly respond. Kathy comes out of the bathroom and then Mrs. Schmitt follows suit. I didn't realize until later that the bathroom stop was their contrived excuse for removing their panties. When we get out to the living room, Kathy pulls a video out of her purse. It has a hand-written title on it that reads "Hedonism II – 2003". She starts up the video which is apparently a home movie. When the movie starts rolling, there are scenes through a car windshield and then of walking up to a building with signs nearby that read: "Beware – clothing optional beyond this point." "This is where Eva and I met," Kathy offered. "Since she and Nick separated, she has been trying new things." I couldn't believe it. I knew the marriage had never been great so that wasn't too surprising but apparently Mrs. Schmitt was trying new sexually oriented things in very new ways! It was wild to think about Mrs. Schmitt indulging her obvious exhibitionist streak at a nudist resort. As the footage progressed, the scene changed to a pool area. People of all types were lying out in the nude or standing around in the pool. No one seemed the least bit concerned about being taped. As the scene rolled on and the camera panned around, Mrs. Schmitt suggested, "Could you adjust the tracking and fast forward a bit?" The suggestion seemed unnecessary but I realized that she was probably just playing with me, knowing that I would need to get down on the floor in order to adjust the tracking. "Okay," I answered. I got down on the floor to feign adjusting the already clear tracking. Then I glanced over my shoulder to inquire, "Is that better?" Both ladies had parted their legs enough to not look like they were doing so with blatant intent but enough that I could see that neither had on any panties under their skirts. Kathy responded, "That seems better; maybe you could adjust the color a bit, it seems too yellow to me." I was sure this was just another ploy. From my quick glimpse up her skirt, it appeared that Kathy liked to shave everything off. Her slit was bald. Mrs. Schmitt had closely cropped hair on her pussy, short enough not to obscure any of her slit either. Yet still I wasn't sure that they had any more in mind than just teasing the living shit out of me. After tinkering a while longer, I looked back up at them again. Mrs. Schmitt has hiked her skirt up further and has her right hand on her inner thigh; it looked to me like she wants to touch her moistening honey pot but is still trying to act like nothing is going on. Kathy has stayed in roughly the same state that she was in before. "Can you advance the movie, sweetie?" Mrs. Schmitt inquires. "Sure, just say when," I answer. Mrs. Schmitt stops me at a totally different scene. It appears that they are in a billiard room and there are two nude men and two nude women playing eight ball. One of the women is Mrs. Schmitt! I can't believe it! Her large globes hang down as she lines up a shot. The guy behind her seems to be sizing up her rump and possibly observing her moist quim. "Mrs. Schmitt?!" I blurt out, "Is that you?" "Yes, that's me. Do I look like a good pool player, Bradley?" "You look like you definitely are ready to get something in the hole," I respond. Mrs. Schmitt gives me a knowing look. "Oh, well, maybe I did, I'll never tell," was her quasi-confession. "Why don't we advance again to another section?" Kathy suggests. "Okay, more hot footage of Mrs. Schmitt?" I ask. "Something like that. Why don't you come up here and sit between us? Don't you have a remote?" Kathy responds. I pick up the remote and walk over to the couch. I sit between the two women and advance the video through blurred images of more pool playing and then an outdoor scene. At last the footage appears to be in a bar and it is night. Kathy asks me to back up and play at normal speed. Shortly thereafter a scene comes up where Mrs. Schmitt has her arm around Kathy and both are clearly topless and probably naked. A man's voice comes on; apparently it is the cameraman. He asks, "So ladies, I see that you have become friends. Are you enjoying your stay?" "Oh yes," Kathy replies. "And you?" "Oh, I wasn't sure I would like this place but everyone is so friendly," Mrs. Schmitt replies. There is more small talk about the beach and the food and other marketing type questions. Then it gets interesting, "So did you get an all-over tan today?" The ladies on the tape giggle and Kathy says, "Pretty much, would you like to see?" "Most definitely," comes the reply. Kathy stands for the camera and shows that there were no bikini lines from her top to her knees, her bald vulva is a nice shade of tan. At this point, the real Kathy puts her hand on my crotch and squeezes my balls, "So do you like my tan?" "Yes, definitely," I respond. The video continues. "How did your tanning go, Miss? I think you are a newcomer here; what is your name?" "Eva," Mrs. Schmitt responds on the tape. "Do show us," the man cajoles. On film Mrs. Schmitt stands up and shows a pinkish burn on the never before tanned regions on her breasts and the flesh which would normally be under her bikini bottoms. "Well, you'll just have to come back to even that out, won't you?" "I guess so." As this was showing, Mrs. Schmitt hooks her left leg over my right; her dress is now hiked up enough that I can see her slickening snatch from where I sit. Kathy continues to work my crotch. My hard-on is at full mast beneath my jeans and dying to be released. Kathy says, "Eva, I think Brad likes your tan, based on the size of this lump in his pants. What do you think?" Mrs. Schmitt looks down at my crotch and responds, "My Bradley, you seem to be enjoying the footage as much as I am. Here feel for yourself." At this she moves my hand to her sopping cunt. "You sure seem to be wet, Mrs. Schmitt." "I bet I'm wetter," Ms. Templeton interjects as she moves my left hand over to her sloppy, slick quim. "Now who do you think is wetter, Bradley?" "I can't really tell." The video continues, but none of us really cares. The next scenes are outdoor shots of more nude people on another day at a barbeque and then at a volleyball game. By this time I am thrusting my hips against Kathy's hand to better enjoy her fondling of my dick. "Maybe you should do a visual inspection to see which of us is wetter, but first you need to lose those pants, Brad," Kathy continues. "I'm good with that," I respond. I stand and remove my pants and then lower my underwear. Kathy and Mrs. Schmitt lick their lips and spread their legs. Each woman moves her hands to her pussy and begins to spread open her pinkness for my observation. "Come take a close look at my cunt," Kathy orders. I get down between her splayed legs and put my face inches from her aromatic pussy. "Now stick in a finger and take a taste," Kathy says. I eagerly comply with her order. "Now stick your tongue into me." I do this too with great eagerness. I bury my face getting her juices all over my lips and cheeks. Meanwhile Mrs. Schmitt rises from the couch and comes behind me. She reaches between my legs and then fondles my hanging balls and works her hand up and down on my throbbing cock. I have to close my legs to slow her or I will shoot a load right then. "Oh, baby, I'm cumming... oooooooooo," Kathy moans. She holds my head firmly against her for a minute and then lets go. Mrs. Schmitt, having removed all of her clothes, then gets back on the couch and splays herself. She says, "Now Bradley, you need to check me, to see if I'm wetter." "Can I check with my dick?" I plead. "Well, maybe after you make me cum." I wasn't about to argue. Kathy lies back and opens her top to massage her tits. Kathy watches intently as I get down between Mrs. Schmitt's legs. Mrs. Schmitt is so sopping wet that her juices are slickening the tops of her thighs and a rivulet of juice is leaking down to her asshole. I plunge not one but two and then three fingers into her anxious pussy. I lick her sweetness off of my fingers and then I say to her, "You better cum quick so that I can load your pussy with hot spunk." She lays back and closes her eyes as I frantically work away at her. While I am doing this Kathy frees one had from her own nipples to tweak mine. I pause from pumping my tongue in and out of Mrs. Schmitt and look at Kathy and say, "Maybe Kathy would rather I spill my load into her." "That would be nice," she responds. Mrs. Schmitt just moans, "Oh Bradley, eat my cunt. I want to cum in your face." I continue to eat away until Mrs. Schmitt begins to writhe and buck against my face. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH," she shrieks. Then she lies back. I get up on Kathy and quickly slide my swollen cock into her. It slides in so smoothly that I am in utter ecstasy. With a half dozen thrusts, I am shooting and shooting and shooting. My hot cum is exploding out of me. For the last two bursts I pull out and shoot my sticky fluid on her pretty pussy lips. I rub my semen around on her inner lips with the tip of my cock as my hard-on deflates. After this I am nearly ready to pass out; I lie back on the couch and relax. We decide to stop the video and tidy up. As my cock shrinks back to its pre-coital size we sit there and began to chat. "So you met Kathy at a nude resort?" I ask Mrs. Schmitt. "Yeah, sure did – you saw for yourself." "So have you been back?" Mrs. Schmitt replies, "Not yet, but after watching that video I'm definitely going to be saving my money to go again soon." "Make sure you tape it if you do," I add. "Absolutely!" Kathy says. "I go every month or two." "So do you always get laid at these places?" "Sometimes, but usually any hook-ups are done in private. You don't see people fucking out in public – actually you get kicked out for that type of thing. But I have had some pretty good times back in my room." After we talk like this for a while longer, Mrs. Schmitt suggests, "Why don't we show Bradley the other tape now. I think he's ready for it now and I want some of that cock that you hogged for yourself." Kathy responds, "Well ok – but only so long as he keeps his mouth shut about it." "Mums the word!" I reply. I find her concern queer since no one I know has any idea who Mrs. Schmitt is and certainly has less of a clue who Kathy is – plus I just came all over her. Kathy brings out another tape. Apparently this contains some of the private room action that she had alluded to. As the tape rolls, my suspicions are confirmed. The tape is not choreographed but that just gives it a rawness that makes it more erotic. A guy is filming as Kathy licks away at Mrs. Schmitt's cunt. Another guy is behind Kathy, pumping his cock in and out of her juicy slit. The camera guy comes around behind and gets a close-up of Kathy's pink hole after it is stretched by the guy's hard-on. As this scene continues, I rapidly find my cock growing again. Mrs. Schmitt reaches over and rubs it. "You like this Bradley?" Kathy asks. "Definitely!" "Let's see if we can't get Mr. Happy hard again for Eva." At this Kathy takes her clothes completely off gets down between my legs and begins sucking away at my cock as she rubs her tits on me and squeezes my balls. As I feel her expert tongue, I continue to watch with lurid amazement as Mrs. Schmitt reaches orgasm on film. "You better stop, or you'll cheat Mrs. Schmitt out of her cock." I mutter. "I won't allow that." Mrs. Schmitt insisted. "Come fuck me from behind over the couch; that really gets me going." Mrs. Schmitt leans over the couch and spreads her ass. I have a perfect view of her asshole and cunt as well as the video of the guy ready to spew on Kathy's back. I slide my painfully hard member into her wet cunt and begin pumping away. I am amazed that I am able to keep going but I guess the first explosion has taken the edge off and I am able to savor a longer ride. "Oh baby, you're wearing me out," Mrs. Schmitt calls out. Kathy has taken her vibrator out of her purse and it is humming and sliding in and out of her with ease. Without removing her sex toy, Kathy moves around behind me and begins massaging my balls as I pump away. At about this time, apparently the cameraman on the tape has seen enough and wants to join in. A new cock enters the video action with the footage taken from directly above it. On tape Kathy masterfully licks the shaft of the mystery cock. She sucks on the cock head and kneads his balls as she stares directly into the camera. As the stranger begins to moan, I do likewise, and I have an incredibly intense orgasm inside of Mrs. Schmitt's sloppy cunt. After I unload, Mrs. Schmitt continues rubbing her clit and Kathy keeps sliding her electronic cock in and out of her drenched cunny. Eventually we all sort of collapse on the couch in a stupor. A Visit From Mrs. Schmitt 2 .... After we get ourselves together, the ladies depart. I let the phone ring several times that evening without answering it; I was too spent to do anything. I just sat back and wondered how such a mind-boggling experience had just happened to me.