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Mrs. Kelly

By: Kirk482002



Several years ago, I used to work at a private club that catered to the well off. It had tennis courts and an 18-hole golf course, as well as steam rooms and Jacuzzis. I was a towel guy. If you wanted a towel, or basically anything, I got it for you.

Most of the women that came into the bath area were mainly late middle aged. They usually were killing time waiting for their husbands to finish a round of golf and then have dinner in the dining room. Most treated me well and it was a good job for a 20 year old, if you could get past looking at droopy boobs and flabby thighs 8 hours a day. Usually, I just wore a bathing suit to work. I was either cleaning up the sauna or running around the Jacuzzis. 

One woman used to tip me very well. Mrs. Kelly. She was divorced and was younger than most of the other women. I’d say she was around 35 to 40 tops. She was also a good-looking woman. Where the other women wore one piece suits, Mrs. Kelly wore skimpy bikinis and she filled them out quite nicely. She was about 5’ 6” tall with reddish brown hair and a large amount freckles on pale white skin. 

I usually gave the ladies false compliments to make their day, but for Mrs. Kelly, it was true. She knew it too. I never saw her bring a friend or a date to the club. She never really talked all that much either. The only way I knew she was divorced was from the comments she used to make to the others about her ‘ex’.

There were times during the day when the ladies would ask me get in their Jacuzzis to get something they dropped or help them out. Most of the time I would get goosed for my effort. Not Mrs. Kelly. She never asked for my help for anything except for towels, an occasional hand out of the tub or to get her another drink.

Thanksgiving weekend, Mrs. Kelly showed up, while all the other members were either away or entertaining guests at home. She changed in the lockers and went into the sauna for a while. I was just trying to look busy while there was no one to tend to. I heard her call me.

“Terry? Terry!”

“Yes, Mrs. Kelly,” I said, sticking my head inside the steam room.

“Could you get me a martini, please?” she asked very politely.

“Ah, the bartender is off today. I don’t know how to make one. Is there something else I can get you that I can make?” I asked hopefully.

“A screwdriver,” she replied.

“Vodka or whiskey?” I asked.

“Very good Terry. Vodka please,” she said, as she shook stray strands of hair out of her sweating face.

I mixed a small pitcher of Vodka screwdrivers for her. I picked up a glass that looked like the kind you served them in and brought them to the sauna. I poured her a glass and took it in to her.

“Thank you very much, Terry. Tell me, why are you here when everyone else is home?” she asked, as I had started to leave.

“I live here, ma’am,” I answered. “My parents live on the west coast.”

“Please don’t call me ma’am. Mrs. Kelly is okay, but I’m not your school teacher,” she said, sternly.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kelly,” I said, as I turned to leave again.

“Wait a second, Terry. Where are you rushing to? I just want to talk,” she said.

I turned toward her and stood waiting to talk.

She pointed to the row of planks facing her and said, “Plant it!”

I sat down, trying not to look at her scanty bikini. She used a towel to wipe the sweat from her face. How much do they pay you around here, Terry?” she asked.

“I get $250 a week plus tips, but I also get free room and board. I’m saving to go to Penn State to be an accountant,” I answered, still not looking at her bikini.

“I see,” she said as she took a sip of her drink. “Oh,” she said, as she blew out a little air. “A little stronger than I’m used to, but good. Thanks, Terry,” she said.

“I can get you more ice,” I said as I stood.

She waved me back down. “Not everything I say is a command. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, I don’t. I just don’t get a chance to get out much, working here. We are pretty remote for a trip into town on foot,” I replied. Indeed, we were 15 miles off the main road to town.

She laughed at that. “Well I don’t get out much either and I do have a car. This is about as far as I get,” she said, while waving her hand around. She finished her drink and handed it to me. I opened the door and refilled it for her. “Resourceful, I see. You think ahead. You’ll make a fine accountant. You can be mine when you graduate.”

“Thank you, ma’… Mrs. Kelly,” I said.

She was in mid sip when I almost said, ‘ma’am’. She just stared a second and then said, “I live alone too. I have no children due to a flaw on my part. Mr. Kelly in now knee deep in kids. I on the other hand, have my pets and my money. I do not date and do not wish to. I grew up around Mr. Kelly, so there was never a real courtship. We just knew each other so well, that it was logical that we marry. Not being able to have kids threw a major monkey wrench in the works. We still talk occasionally. Seems that the new Mrs. Kelly can produce the kids, but she doesn’t satisfy Mr. Kelly in the sack like I could. Oh well, life’s a trade off.”

“Was he able to satisfy you?” I asked before I could stop myself.

She looked at me again, as she took another sip. “One and done, if you catch my drift,” she replied.

Perfectly, I thought.

“Any more of that batch or screwdrivers left?” she asked, rattling her glass. 

“Better watch it, Mrs. Kelly. You have to drive home,” I warned her.

“I’m not driving, silly,” she answered.

I got her a refill. She sipped it and said, “I’d like to go to the Jacuzzi now.”

I helped her to her feet and walked with her out to the pools. She was a little giddy. We walked to her favorite one and I helped her in.

“Terry, do you drink?” she said.

“I’m only 20,” I replied.

“I didn’t ask that.”

“Yes, I do.”

“What do you normally drink?”

I felt stupid next to this socialite. I knew she was going to laugh, but I said it anyway. “Beer, I drink beer.”

“See that wasn’t so hard,” she said. “I’ve been known to knock a few back from time to time.”

I looked at her and chucked a bit in disbelief.

“That’s right. I’m a regular girl. My money came from a huge insurance payoff after my Father’s accidental death. It happened after Mr. Kelly and I divorced. He’s still banging his head against the wall. All he had to do was hang in there a few more months,” she giggled.

“I’m sorry about your Father,” I said.

“Thank you, but it happened a while ago. We’re both in a better place now,” she said. “Terry, I want a beer. Bring me a six-pack of Bud.

I went to the bar, opened the fridge and returned with a six of bottles and a fresh glass. I opened one and was ready to pour, when Mrs. Kelly waved me off and held her hand out. I handed it to her. She took a swig and gave a small belch.

“See, I’m just one of the guys,” she said.

I sat in the chair next to the Jacuzzi.

She held her other hand out and I handed her another beer. She opened it and held it out to me.

“Mrs. Kelly, I could be fired. I need this job.”

“I have reason to believe this beer is poisoned and I want you to test it. You are now my designated poison tester. They can’t can you for that,” she said.

I rolled my eyes and took the proffered beer. I took a sip.

“Are you a girl? Take a drink,” she said.

I upturned it and chugged the thing.

“Alright!” she cheered. “I need you to check another.”

I opened another and handed it to her. She handed it back to me and I took a swig and set it down next to hers.

She started to yelp and jump around a bit.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’ve got a bad cramp in my leg. Ow! Oh shit!” she said, hopping around on one foot.

I jumped in and grabbed the out stretched leg, feeling for the cramped muscles. I found them in her calf. They were locked solid. I massaged them as much as I could, trying to get them to relax to no avail. It took several minutes for me to get it to let go. She was really in pain. When it finally passed, she needed help just get to the ledge in the Jacuzzi. 

“Are you okay, Mrs. Kelly?” I asked, still rubbing her calf.

“Yes, thank you again, Terry.”

I handed her a beer. She took a long pull on it. Then looked at me.

“You sure are a good fellow to have around. How would you like a job?” she asked dead panned.

I looked at her and then around the room. “I have a job here,” I replied.

“How would you like to work for me? I’ll pay your tuition money one semester at a time. You’ll have free room and board, spending money, and all you have to do is come home on weekends, when you can, and school breaks. I’m a 15 minute drive from the college,” she asked.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m not sure that this would be proper conduct for me.”

“I’m not sure what you mean. ‘Proper’ as in being my hired help, or ‘proper’ as in staying with an older woman? You’ll have you own room and have all the privileges of the house. The only reason I come here is because I get lonely,” she said.

“I’ll need to give my notice,” I said.

“Yes, I know. I gave it for you last week.”

“What?” I said, dumbfounded.

“I picked you out a while ago. I just needed a moment to talk to you alone. I found that most of the ladies would be out of town this weekend. So I timed it for now. You really showed me your worth by taking care of my leg.”

I stood in the water with my mouth slightly open in shock.

“Are you interested or not?”

“Yes, Mrs. Kelly.”

“Well the first thing that has to stop is ‘Mrs. Kelly’,” she said. “My name is Kathleen or Kate. My maiden name was O’Shea. Please start using it instead.”

“Kate O’Shea it is. I like that name,” I said, as she smiled. “How are you getting home tonight? Do you have a driver? Do you want me to call a cab?” I asked, still rubbing her calf.

“Who said I was going home?” she asked.

I looked at her in disbelief.

“Just messing with you. I have a car on call anytime I want it. I have to go to the powder room,” she said as she got out of the Jacuzzi. I had the same exact feeling. I got out and went to the men’s room.

When I returned, she was already back in the water and had all the jets and bubbles turned on full. I stood by the side of the water.

“Terry, please come back in. My leg needs to be rubbed some more,” she said.

I lowered myself into the water and felt for her leg. I finally found it, and started to massage it again. 

“It’s starting to hurt further up, Terry,” she said, as she slipped lower into the water to allow me better access to her thigh. I rubbed my way up her thigh and she nodded her head in approval. At one point, her grip on the rail slipped and she slid down into the water and I got a handful of naked womanhood.

“Whoops,” she said.

I looked around the room to make sure we were alone. We were.

“Sorry, I removed my suit and turned on the jets,” she said. “You can take your suit off if you want.”

She was obviously feeling no pain and I wasn’t convinced that getting naked with her was best option at the time. I wondered if this was a test of some sort. I reached over the edge of the Jacuzzi and opened another beer for her. She took a sip and then just stared at me. I got a little self-conscious. 

“Well?” she asked.

I reached down and pulled off my suit. The jets of bubbles were doing a good job of covering me as well. I continued to rub her thigh.

“How about rubbing the other one, Sport?” she said, getting looser from the alcohol by the minute.

“Maybe you should make that your last one, Kate,” I suggested.

“Maybe, maybe not,” she said. “I’m having fun. Something that doesn’t happen to me very much.”

She was busy looking at the bubbles, and I noticed that she looked pretty good, even when wet. I’ve found that most women don’t. Looking back at it now, I’d say she looked a lot like a red headed Kirsty Alley.

She caught me gawking at her and she chuckled a bit. 

“Checking out this old gal?” she said, with a big grin on her face.

“I was just lost in thought,” I lied.

She took another sip of her beer and said, “You seem nervous. Do I scare you?”

“No.”

“If you want to put your suit back on, go ahead,” she said, pointing to the suit draped on the side.

“No, that’s not necessary.” I answered.

A minute went by before she spoke again. “Are you a virgin?”

“No,” I answered in a very convincing manner, while turning three shades of red.

“Yes, you are,” she said, as a matter of fact.

I just continued rubbing her thigh.

“Oh, this is just too good to believe. A 20-year-old virgin. Surely you must have done some things with girls,” she asked as she tried to look at my face, but I had it turned down to the bubbles. “Oh my God! Pure as the driven snow!”

I was blushing to the point that my vision was fading. I was never so embarrassed in my life. I switched thighs without asking, and continued to rub her muscles.

She finally realized that I was totally humiliated and changed the subject. “Do you want to taste test my next beer, please?” she asked while holding up the last Bud. 

“Sure,” I said, happy that the subject was no longer about my sex life.

She was slipping a little lower in the water, so she was almost floating. Her breasts almost surfaced a few times. She noticed that I noticed. Not much got past this woman. I took another swig of my beer, as she closed her eyes and seemed to be at total peace with the world.

Would you like to start tomorrow?” she asked with her eyes closed.

“They always told me that if I found something better to take it. They said I was a good employee, but I could be replaced easily if need be.”

“I find that hard to believe,” she said.

“So, I guess I’ll start tomorrow,” I said.

“How much do you have to pack?” she asked.

“One suitcase. I pretty much live out of it. The room I have is simply a bed.”

She shook her head. “You’ll be taking a big step up, Terry,” she replied. “Is the dining room opening tonight?” she asked.

“I think you and I are the only ones left here now,” I replied, looking at my watch. “They closed everything else down after 2:00 this afternoon.” It was now almost 6:00.

“Pity,” she said. “No food and all alone with you.”

“I’m sure there is food in the kitchen. That’s how I eat. I just raid the fridge,” I said, proudly.

“That sounds like a plan. You can pack after we eat while I summon my car. In the meantime, we are out of refreshment,” she said, holding up the empty 6-pack carrier.

I reached for my suit and she held my arm.

“You don’t need it. I’ve seen the male anatomy several times. You won’t embarrass me, unless it embarrasses you.”

“I’m not getting embarrassed anymore,” I said to myself.

I climbed the ladder and walked to the refrigerator at the bar. I grabbed another six and walked back to the Jacuzzi. I took out two bottles, opened them both and handed one to her and took a sip of the other for myself. The whole time, my privates were wide open for observation. She was looking up at me on the deck. I forced myself to look as casual as possible.

“I see you come with the full package,” she said, chuckling a bit.

I stepped back down into the bath and she took her hand and started to run it over my chest. Then she tested my arms for strength and said, “I think you could use a little more filling out. Uh oh, got to use the girls room again.”

I needed to go too, but I waited to see what she would do about the situation. She climbed the ladder, just as I did, and walked to the restroom, giving me a lovely view of her butt. It was tight and had little dimples on the cheeks. I hopped out and headed to the men’s room.

I waited long enough to think that she must have returned already before I left the room. I didn’t want to get a full view and have to explain a rising hard on. I left the room and headed for the bath. Sure enough, she was back, but she was facing me with her butt sticking up in the water.

“I need a back rub and my ass hurts. How about it, Sport?” she asked, swaying her ass back and forth at me.

I got in the water and started to rub her back. The bubbles were still going at full force. I worked my way down to her butt. I rubbed them and found them to be as firm as possible for a 30 something woman. After a few minutes, she motioned me to stop. She held my arm, spread her legs, and said, “Stand there and rub me.”

I stood between her legs, rubbing her butt, as she floated on the water and bubbles. After a few minutes, she reached over for the bubble jet switch and turned them off. Then she rolled over and allowed me an unobstructed view of her body. She had C-sized firm breasts with small nipples and a very neatly trimmed muff. Her belly was firm and flat, with a butterfly shaped birthmark, just below her navel.

I couldn’t help it anymore. My cock began to stir.

“I need a frontal massage. Can you handle that?”

I said nothing. Instead, I rubbed her from neck to abdomen in very deliberate strokes. She smiled, closed her eyes, and let out small gasps, as I must have hit some good spots. At one point, my hand got too low on a stroke down her abdomen, and she reacted with a jerk. 

“Yes,” I heard her whisper.

Her eyes were still closed. I ran my hand down there again, and again she jerked.

“Yes,” she whispered again, almost pleading.

I ran both my hands down that time, and with one on her abdomen, I slipped the other between her legs. She gasped, her face contorted and she began to shake and twitch. I slid my hand over her womanhood a few times, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a look of helplessness, as she tilted her head back and uttered a laugh or a cry. Her womanhood grabbed at my hand, like it developed a life of it’s own. She convulsed for a few seconds and went limp. I brushed her hair out of her face with my hands. She was still looking at me. She smiled. 

“It’s been a very long time for me, Terry. Oh my God. That was wonderful. Thank you,” she said. She placed a hand over her eyes and began to chuckle. “Oh shit, that felt good. You have no idea.” She reached for her beer and took a big swig. I reached for mine and did the same. In the meantime, my erection had faded a bit, as I was more fascinated by her orgasm, rather than stimulated.

“Terry, I kind of suckered you into doing that. I’m sorry if you feel used,” she said, still having trouble breathing normally.

“No, not at all. If it felt good, then that was a good massage,” I replied.

She laughed out loud. “Yeah, you could call it a good massage. I take it, that you have never seen a woman have an orgasm?”

“That was a first for me,” I replied.

“Maybe the first of many firsts,” she said. 

She stood up, and turned me around so that I was leaning against the edge. She reached down into the water and pulled my legs up and around her waist. She then started to run her hands over my chest and abdomen, as I had done to her. This gave my cock and immediate wake up call. She watched as it grew to its full length and said, “Do you need a license to carry that weapon?”

That loosened me up a little. I wasn’t sure what was in store for me here, so I just went along with it. I was hoping that my status as a virgin was going to come to a merciful end.

Her fingers were tracing a circle that was getting smaller and smaller around my groin. Then there was the briefest touch against my balls, then the base of my cock. Then the touch lasted longer, as her fingers continued to contract the circle. Finally, her hands stopped circling and started to tickle and rub my privates. My cock was hard as a rock, but the beer was deadening the feeling so I didn’t lose it right away.

She was standing in front of me, between my legs, her breasts swaying with her movements, massaging my privates under water. She lifted my ass, so that my crotch was above the water line, and my cock stood at attention in front of her. I wrapped my legs behind her to hold the position, and she began to stroke my cock, and massage my balls.


Mrs. Kelly



Jack heaved the heavy basket of groceries on to the handlebars of his bike and set off on his delivery run. This was the last of his deliveries this afternoon. Mrs. Kelly's large family ensured that her delivery would always be the largest and the heaviest. He liked going to her place and left it to last so he could linger and talk. 

Mrs. Kelly was a big jolly woman. "I am sixteen stone," she told him one afternoon when he helped her up the stairs. Despite her size or maybe because of her size long queues of men were always seeking her sexual favors. She had twelve kids from twelve different fathers according to the rumormongers. 

Jack loved visiting her home. She sat like a big Buddha on a large cushion covered lounge dispensing orders to her tribe in an easygoing casual way that made watching and listening to her exciting 

Something was always happening in her house. Her oldest daughters were older than eighteen-year-old Jack. Her youngest seemed to Jack to be always sucking on her large white breasts. Today she sat with her dress hitched up over her thick thighs, breast-feeding her baby while talking to a young man. She welcomed Jack and pointed to the kitchen, "put them in there kid," 

In the kitchen, her daughter Mandy was head down in the refrigerator looking for food. "Thank god," she cried when she spotted Jack. "Mum never has any thing to bloody eat in this place. All she is interested in is men and sex. We could starve when her young studs are around."

Jack did not say anything he just stood looking at Mandy. Her outburst surprised him. He had never seen her angry before. She had always given him the impression that she was painfully shy and withdrawn. If anything, she always looked down in the dumps.  

She did not seem to have many friends, hanging around with what his mum called a bad crowd. "Keep away from the Kelly's they will all turn out like their mother," she had said when she saw him talking to Mandy at the shop. 

He smiled as he thought how this tall skinny kid could be so physically different to her mother. Today was the first time he had had an opportunity to talk to Mandy on her own. They were chatting quietly when Mrs. Kelly called, "what are you two doing out there? Come in here where I can keep an eye on you." When they moved into the lounge, Jack noticed the young man had left. Mrs. Kelly was lying on the couch her dress open displaying her huge breasts. 

She smiled at them both and signaled to Mandy "Get up to your room, Keep away from that young bugger he will only want to get into your pants."

Mandy left quickly without a word of protest leaving Jack standing staring at Mrs. Kelly's big brown nipples. She looked at him and smiled, "you can look but they're not for you," She sat up and did up the buttons. "Keep away from my girls. There are a ton of available women for a young buck like you." He started to protest but she waved him silent. 

"Don't give me that bullshit I know of a half dozen young women like that showgirl Anita Bryant who would love to take your cherry. All they want is a discreet partner who can visit them when their husbands are at work. A young fucker like you is just what they need. With a bit of training you will be the answer to their prayers. She looked him straight in the eye, "let's make a deal. Leave my brood alone and I will see that you find some willing partners."

Jack rode his bike home recalling Mrs. Kelly's words. She said Anita Bryant is looking for a discreet partner. He laughed to himself a lot of good that is to me. I don't even know her. I have never spoken to her. I think I have only seen her talking to Mrs. Kelly He licked his lips, if the tall blonde in the tight shorts and the knitted top I saw at Mrs. Kelly's is Mrs. Bryant, she would be fantastic. He recalled that the blonde did not look very old. Her baby was still in a stroller. He shook his head I must have them mixed up. It must be someone else.

That night he rang Mrs. Kelly. He was nervous but determined. "Please will you help me to meet one of those women you mentioned?" he stammered. She teased, "You're like the dog that chases cars you wouldn't know what to do if you caught one. To be a good lover you must stay cool, you must be kind and gentle. You are too excitable you must learn to settle down. When you lie in your bed tonight take your cock in your hand and slowly repeat the words calm kind and gentle, over and over."

"You will be no value to a woman when you are over excited like you are now. You will not last and she won't enjoy it. If you don't agree to do as I tell you, I won't help. It will be a waste of time." After many minutes explaining what he must do if he was to have married women risk all to sleep with him she laughed. "That's enough I won't torture you anymore." She became serious, 

"Promise me you won't have any thing to do with my daughters especially Mandy. If you stay away from Mandy I'll introduce you to some women and tell you what to do." Jack quickly agreed. "I won't go near Mandy," he promised. "That's good, now leave it to me. We will try Anita first." 

Each day as he completed his deliveries he dropped into the Kelly's place. Each time he was disappointed. "Don't worry," Mrs. Kelly laughed. "She wants to play, she's ready. She will come back because I told her I could help her find someone. When she calls, I will make sure you meet her." she looked at Jack, "stop worrying, I'm sure she will like you. Your young, clean cut, well built and best of all you can call on her home with your deliveries and no one will think you're up to something." 

She was enjoying herself. "I have already told her that you think she is very sexy." She laughed, "I hope she is not all talk. Wouldn't it be a hoot if she chickens out and leaves you with a perpetual horn?"

Anita Bryant put her baby daughter to bed and sat back on the lounge. Clare Kelly had surprised her when she had recognized her growing disenchantment with her marriage. "You lack loving, and it shows," Mrs. Kelly had said when they met after church one Sunday morning. 

Anita had gone out of her way to sit with Mrs. Kelly after that remark. "Why did you say such a terrible thing about me." she asked when they were alone. "Because I can see how restless you are and know that many men ignore a woman's needs after she has had their baby. You're like me you need a new charge in your life. You need to take some risks, you should take a lover." 

Anita wet her lips thinking back to the men who lusted after her when she was a featured showgirl at the coast's casino. She grew wet as memories flooded back. She enjoyed the excitement of a man wanting her, knowing they were planning to seduce her.

Her husband was rich and provided everything she wanted but she had to admit that because of his age he lacked the sex drive to keep her happy. Her thoughts returned to her last conversation with Mrs. Kelly. "You want a man to satisfy you and I have just the one for you," she had said as they left church "He's eighteen, good looking, thinks you're sexy and has a great excuse for visiting you every day." Anita had objected, "My god only eighteen he's just a kid." 

"Its not the age that counts love, you can train him to do the things you crave. He's a virgin so he is free of any bad habits. He is a big lad so I am sure he will be big where it counts. I would enjoy him myself but he is hanging around my daughter Mandy and she is still only seventeen. I don't want her to turn out like me so I want him to get his nookie elsewhere." "He will be just right for you. Order some groceries from the general store and ask for them to be delivered. You can look him over and decide." 

Anita visited the general store. She had not shopped there before. She brought most of her goods from the city. The size and range of goods in the general store surprised her. Servicing the semi rural community on the fringe of the capital city it had grown as more and more city dwellers opted for the clean air and rural lifestyle of the hills.

She pushed her daughter in her stroller as she wandered through the store keeping her eye out for Jack. When he did not appear she took her list to the counter "I'm told you deliver," she said to the old man at the counter. "Yes my son Jack delivers after school and on the weekends. He will be back shortly. If you like to wait you can give him directions and set a suitable time."

Jack was daydreaming as he rode his bike back to the store. He spied a woman loading a baby in to her safety harness, dropped his bike, and walked over to help. As he drew closer, he could not help but admire her well-rounded backside and her long sexy legs. He walked up behind her. "Let me help," he whispered as he started to fold down the stroller. The woman jumped back at his words bumping into him before straightening up and looking around. "Oh you gave me a start," she said with a smile. 

"I'm sorry," he cried. "I didn't mean to scare you; my mother insists I help our customers." Anita looked him over, "Your customers? You wouldn't be Jack the delivery boy by any chance?" Jack took his time studying her heavy breasts. "Yep that's me at your service." Anita continued to study him closely "At my service that's nice," she whispered as she climbed into the driving seat. "I look forward to your service," she whispered as she drove away.

Jack's cock grew hard in his pants when he heard his father call. "I see you met Mrs. Bryant, she wants you to deliver an order. Did you fix a time?" Jack's mind screamed that was her. That is the one Mrs. Kelly said needs a lover. She's beautiful and wants me to call at her house. He ignored his father's words as he rushed to ring Mrs. Kelly. 

"That's great," Mrs. Kelly said when he told her what had happened "Make her delivery the last one tomorrow. She has made up her mind. She'll be waiting. I will ring her tomorrow morning and warm her up. Good luck kid, don't forget to tell me everything when you've done the deed."

Jack could not concentrate at school. He could think of nothing else but Anita Bryant. He sat in class remembering her tight hard bottom and long legs as she bent over into the car. Dog fashion was one of his most regular dreams. To have a woman with a body like hers bent over a chair waiting for his cock would make all his dreams come true.

After school, he rushed his deliveries until there were only two left. Mrs. Kelly and Anita Bryant. "My god you look good enough to eat," Mrs. Kelly said as he rushed in the door. "Take your time lad. Dont go up there and rush things. You must remain calm so she does not worry or become frightened. Remember she is risking her marriage for a bit on the side. She will want you to visit again and again if she finds it fun and enjoyable." 

"Be kind and considerate, she needs a lover not a rapist. She will respond to love and affection so take your time, tell her she is beautiful, talk to her, admire her, and love her." She waved her finger at him. "Remember if you are to be invited back, you must leave her with a smile on her face. Satisfy her every wish, make her come with your tongue and then make her come again."

Jack knocked on Anita Bryant's door and stood waiting. His heart nearly stopped when she came to the door with her baby in her arms. "Come in," she whispered, "I have just finished feeding her." "Put those things on the kitchen bench while I put her down for her sleep." 

He left the groceries and followed her into the nursery. His mouth went dry and his head seemed to spin when he laid his hand on her round firm bottom as she bent over the bed. He heard her gasp and waited for her to object.

Nothing happened and he let his hand slip down over her short skirt to touch bare skin, she did not move but stopped crooning to the baby long enough to whisper, "Take your time my husband won't be home for hours." It was Jack's turn to gasp. He bent over and kissed her on the neck while his hands took hold of her bottom. "Don't make a noise she will be asleep in a moment," she whispered as she pushed her body back so her bottom filled his hands. 

Jack dropped to his knees and raised her skirt. She was wearing stockings and a garter belt. He sat back and stared. Her long legs in black stockings, the flash of white skin above the stockings and the straps of the garter belt highlighting the curve of her arse, he was in heaven.

Mrs. Kelly was right Anita Bryant wanted him. She was letting him do what he liked. He leant forward and kissed her bottom, his fingers running along the thin strip of black silk that was snug between the cheeks of this fabulous arse.

He ran his fingers down to try to caress between her legs but they were tight together. He groaned in appreciation when she moved to allow his hands more freedom. Now he could push his fingers forward until they touched the moist flesh of what he presumed was her pussy lips. 

Taking a deep breath as the scent of her pussy invaded his nostrils he leant forward and licked along her bottom and down between her legs. He felt her shiver and straighten up. "She's asleep" she whispered, "Let's get out of here."

She took his hand and led him through the kitchen and upstairs to a large bedroom. Turning she smiled as she leant forward and kissed him. They kissed silently until she pushed him away. "Are you a virgin? Have you ever had a woman before?" she asked quietly.

Jack blushed and stammered, "No." Her face broke into a wide smile. "That's good I have never had a virgin lover. We will have fun together." She stepped back and turned around, her short mini skirt swinging out. "I dressed especially for you this afternoon." She raised one leg and placed her foot on the stool at the end of the bed. "Sit down lover. Let me show you how I've made myself ready for you." 

She ran her hands down over her stockings and then ran them right up again until he thought he could see a few sparse pussy hairs. "I rarely wear high heels and stockings at home. I bought these stockings at your store yesterday especially for you. Do you like women in stockings?"

Jack sat mesmerized his mouth was dry. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his lips. She laughed quietly "I take that as a yes," she whispered. "Let me show you more." She stepped back and lowered her skirt wriggling her hips as the tiny skirt slid down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it high in the air. 

She stood still her hands on her hips and licked her lips "You like?" she whispered as she arched one eyebrow and winked. Jack made to grab her but she stopped him. "Wait lover, all in good time. Let me show you what my bloody husband ignores these days." 

Jack stepped back. He had never seen anything more beautiful. Mrs. Kelly had said she had been a showgirl and he believed her. Anita's body was perfection. The white skin of her hips stomach and legs contrasted with the black of the stockings and garter belt reminding him of a photo shoot he had seen in either playboy or penthouse.

He had to make room for his cock in his shorts. She laughed, "You don't have to say a word I can tell by that action you like what you see. Relax lover, it will be your turn to show me in a minute. Just let me finish." Her fingers rolled the bottom of her knitted top up over her breasts ever so slowly so Jack could see them gradually appear. First, the full round shape then the darker brown and a hard jutting nipple until he was dying to touch and kiss them. Her large breasts jiggled as she threw the top on the bed and removed a small piece of material covering her pussy. When she finished she stepped back and stood for his inspection wearing only high heels, stockings and garter belt.

He gasped for breath as his eyes ran over her lush white body. He could hear his heart beating wildly, his cock felt like it was going to explode. He wanted to grab her and throw her on the bed but remembered Mrs. Kelly's warning. The words take your time, cool, calm, kind and gentle, make her happy and she will want more, were tattooed on his brain. Not just once, he kept saying to himself. I want her everyday in everyway. 

Anita had loved being a showgirl. She knew she had a beautiful body and loved to parade it in front of horny men. Her husband had demanded that she retire and be a housewife after their wedding. She had agreed but missed the excitement she saw in men's eyes as she paraded her body for their inspection and admiration. Now young Jack was making her feel alive. His eyes never left her body. He was panting with excitement. Her pussy was wet with anticipation. It was going to be a great afternoon.

She licked her lips. "Your turn lover lets see what you have hidden under those clothes." She pulled him to his feet and opened his shirt. "Hmm nice chest," she whispered as she kissed down to his nipple. Looking up she whispered, "Let's drop those shorts sweetie." Jack groaned as she dropped down in front of him pushing his shorts and his underpants down around his ankles. "My oh my, that's a really nice one, I'm going to love it" she giggled as her hand closed around his cock.

She felt Jack jump. She gripped his cock as it throbbed in her hand. "Make love to me sweetie, take your time and love me, we have lots of time." She took an alarm clock from the bedside table. "I'll set the alarm for six; my husband comes home at seven." He jumped at the mention of her husband and she responded. "Don't worry we will not be disturbed,"

As she set the clock and spoke reassuringly Jack's heartbeat settled down. He started to think straight and remembered what Mrs. Kelly had told him. He relaxed and took her in his arms, "you're beautiful," he whispered, "so very beautiful that I am scared to touch you." 

He kissed her cheek then kissed over her ears and forehead and back to her lips. He remembered watching actors on TV and copied their kissing styles. He struggled to keep himself calm. He wanted to grab her big breasts but held her shoulders instead as he kissed her thoroughly.

Anita was impressed; she had been sexual active before her marriage. Her lovers without exception could not keep their hands off her showgirl's body. Jack's approach made her pussy twitch. She love kissing and loved the way Jack was kissing her. 

Jack loved her body. He had never imagined in his wildest dreams that his first intimate contact with a woman would be on his grocery run. He found every part of her body exciting. He took her hands and kissed them sucking on each finger. Then slowly he kissed and nibbled up her arm to her shoulder and neck. 

He heard her groan and felt her shiver as he took a whole ear in his mouth. "You are fantastic," he whispered as he licked and kissed away from her ear over her face. Kissing her eyes closed he whispered, "I love your eyes they are very beautiful." 

She held her breath waiting for him to kiss her on the lips but he kissed down her nose and cheek before nibbling her lip lightly. Her hands came up to hold his head as he let his tongue flick in and out of her mouth. She imagined his cock doing the same when they fucked. 

Jack was in heaven. Anita's nude body was pressing against him. His cock was harder than it had ever been in his wildest fantasies. She was responding to his kisses holding his head in her hands and kissing him back. 

He could feel her pushing her big breasts hard against his bare chest. Her legs had opened slightly letting his body move closer to hers. His cock was sandwiched against her stomach. He wanted to grab her but he remembered Mrs. Kelly advising him to go slow, stay calm be gentle and remain relaxed.

Anita started to doubt that Jack was a virgin. Already he was making her more sexually excited than her husband and most of the men with whom she had slept. She was amazed at his control. His hard erect cock was pushing at her belly button. He had continued kissing her all over her face stimulating her far beyond her expectations. She could not believe that he had not tried to touch her pussy or her breasts.




Mrs. Kelly



Most men were quick to maul her body. After a quick kiss, their hands invariably moved quickly to her breasts and her pussy. She hated the way her husband poked his finger in her before she was wet. He did not listen when she told him that it did not excite her it only hurt. 

She looked at the clock it had been more than forty minutes since she set the alarm. Jack was still kissing her face and neck his hands had not touched her pussy. He had not kissed her waiting breasts. Instead of trying to head off unwanted advances, she was waiting anxiously for Jack to touch her breasts hoping that he would caress her clit. 

Jack was unaware of her rising emotions. He could not help repeating what he was thinking, "My god you're fabulous, I love you so much I am going to kiss every little bit of you," he groaned as he started once again to kiss her face. "Lovely eyes, lovely nose, lovely ears lovely chin, lovely lips," he kissed them as he spoke pulling his head back each time to look before kissing on. When he finished he drew back. He took her head in his hands, looked her in the eyes, licked his lips theatrically and said, "You are fantastic." 

Anita loved the way he admired her body but she wanted him to move to her breasts and pussy. Her heart beat faster when he bent down and kissed the top of her breasts. She could not hide her disappointment when he straightened up and took her hand to lead her to the bed. 

She quickly followed his directions stretching out on the bed moving her legs apart so he could see her pussy. He stopped dead in his tracks when her fingers opened her pussy lips leaving it exposed to his gaze. 

The heat built up in Anita's pussy as she watched Jack's cock stand out from his body, it grew fatter as it became more erect. She loved the way he was staring at her; his eyes followed her fingers as she stroked her pussy. He really loves my body she thought. 

Anita moaned in disappointment and reached for him when instead of joining her on the bed he moved to the foot of the bed and removed her shoes. She raised her body on her elbows to watch him as he looked into her eyes and smiled. He took his time caressing her legs lovingly as he rolled her stockings down and stripped them away. When he finished he surprised her when he sucked on her toes. 

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, "I could eat you all up." She could not help herself, "I have something up here I would love you to eat," she cried as her hands tried to pull him up to her pussy. Jack knew he should let her have her way but he was enjoying himself caressing her fabulous long legs. Never the less he moved to kiss on up her legs slowly kissing inside and out until he reached her thigh.

He felt Anita's body stiffen as she held her breath in anticipation. He too took a deep breath before he kissed her inner thigh easing her legs apart with his hands, while he blew softly on the outer lips of her pussy. He felt her body relax, her hands commenced running through his hair as he continued to kiss around her pussy lips.

"Kiss my pussy love," she moaned. "Don't keep teasing me. I want you, do it now," her voice growing louder as she spoke. Jack groaned as he heard her cries. He ran his fingers up her legs until they reached the wet patch on her inner thigh caused by her pussy juices. 

Wetting his finger in her juices, he parted her outer pussy lips and sought to burrow his finger inside. At the same time, he lowered his mouth to the top of her pussy and kissed amongst the hair. Her hands gripped his head pulling him forward. He let her take some control at the same time continuing to work his finger slowly.

Jack was sweating He had never seen a pussy before, never touched one, never dreamed that he would be fingering and kissing the pussy of this beautiful married woman on her bed in her house. Here he was for the first time in his life inches from his Holy Grail. He could smell the scent of her arousal he could sense the heat of her passion.

He lifted his head and smiled at her, "it's beautiful," he whispered. Anita shuddered and groaned as she eased her legs wider. Jack was wrapped in the vision spread out before him. He reached out to touch and move the folds of skin that stood out at the top of her pussy. She made a tiny whinnying noise her body shivered and bucked lightly. He lifted his head and looked up at her face. 

He was struck by the change in her appearance. Gone was the serene look of a woman who knows she is beautiful and expects homage. In its place was a face that sent a message. she was a woman ready for a man. He groanedas he reslised she wasready for him. Oh shit he thought I hope I don't fail. 

He wet his finger and ran it up to the top fold pushing it open. He gasped and his cock lurched when he saw for the first time her little hard bud. He had read and studied women's pussies in his men's magazines and recognized his first clit. 

He moved closer to look at it and kissed it gently. He heard her take a deep breath and kissed it again. Her legs tightened around his ears as his tongue probed around the inner lips and licked lightly across her clit.

He loved the smell and taste of his first pussy. He took a deep breath and licked his lips. It was beautiful he loved it. He wanted to kiss and eat it forever. He was no longer cool and calm. He was loosing control kissing this warm wet pussy repeatedly, nibbling her nub and savoring the taste of her juices. 

Jack felt and heard Anita object. He knew then he had been a little too rough. He told himself to settle down, then turned his finger so his palm was up and inserted a second finger. She groaned and lifted her body off the bed pushing up at him; "Gently sweetheart," she groaned, "don't hurt me." 

Jack heard her groans. He didn't know why but he knew he had to get his face closer. He took his time and eased his face up between her legs until his tongue could join his fingers in her pussy. 

Anita felt good. She had been unable to stop a succession of mini orgasms that swept over her body creating exquisite sensations in her breasts. She loved Jacks hands all over her body touching squeezing probing. Now his tongue was licking her pussy running from bottom to top before trying to burrow inside. She squirmed and wriggled helping it enter and fill her pussy. 

She arched her back and shuddered as his lips closed over her nub, gently sucking on it until she realised she was going to loose control. "Oh hell," she moaned. "Oh please don't stop, you're marvelous." She stuttered and stammered as her body involuntarily jumped and shuddered. The feeling was so intense she thought she was going to pee. "My god what's happening," she groaned. 

Her juices bubbled up and spurted in to Jacks mouth spilling out over his face. Jack did not know that this was much more than she had ever come before. Anita knew. She fell back reliving the last two hours as Jack struggled to hold her. "Fantastic, fantastic," she groaned

Jack wiped come from his face with the back of his hand and slid up over her body to kiss her on the lips. "I wondered whether I would like the taste of come. You taste wonderful. Can you taste yourself?" he whispered as they kissed. "Oh yes," she moaned against his mouth. "You made me come more than I have ever come before. That's me on your lips and it tastes fantastic." 

They lay together regaining their breath. Jack still could not believe what was happening. He ran his hand back to her pussy and slid two fingers inside. She sat up. "We have to make plans. I know it can't be done but I want you in my bed every day," she blushed. "I really mean in me every day. I don't care where or when as long as we do it. We are not going to fuck we are going to make love. I am going to teach you how to become the world's best lover." 

Jack looked over at the clock and groaned, "I want to fuck you now. I want to kiss your pussy; I want to suck your tits. It is nearly six; your husband will be home soon. I am still a virgin; I don't want to go home a virgin."

Anita was struck by the realization that Jack had spent all afternoon pleasuring her. She had neglected him while she enjoyed the most erotic sensations from his young virgin mouth. She pushed him back on the bed "Relax lover let me look at you," she whispered. She took his cock in her hand. "You have a beautiful cock. I've neglected it. I promise I won't do that again."

She kissed down along his cock to his balls. "Your balls are hard, they must be full of come," she whispered as she sucked one then the other into her mouth. "Have you had a woman suck your cock before?" she asked as she looked up into his flushed face.

Jack had never had a woman touch his cock let alone suck his balls. He stammered "No, oh" as her tongue licked the top of his cock and her mouth closed over it. He looked at this beautiful woman. He could not believe what had happened to him. He had spent hours making out with a beautiful ex showgirl. 

He mentally shook his head. She wasn't a girl she was thirty-year-old married woman with a young baby. The best part was that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Right now, she was on her hands and knees on the bed sucking his cock. He had read about oral sex. His mates had told him about girls who would go down on their partners but nothing had prepared him for the feel of Anita's mouth on his cock. He propped himself up and pushed her hair aside so he could watch his cock disappear into her mouth.

Anita felt him holding her hair. She knew that everything they did together was a first for Jack. She stopped licking down his shaft and looked him straight in the eye. She licked her lips. "You like to watch? That's great. I will love swallowing your big cock knowing that you are watching." 

When he did not say anything, she ran her fingernails lightly up the shaft of his cock, making him jump. "Talk to me sweetheart, your first blow job should be special." She giggled, "If you like what I'm doing or want me to do something differenttell me talk dirty to me." She dropped her eyes to his cock and flicked her tongue out to run around its head. "Come for me baby. I want you to come in my mouth." She whispered. 

Jack shuddered as she spread her saliva over the head, letting it run down the shaft. She looked up at him again and took the top of his cock in her mouth her tongue massaging wherever it touched. 

He stayed up on his elbows to watch her head move up and down. Her mouth rarely sucked more than the first inch or two. Her hands did the rest running up and down his shaft and cupping his balls. His cock seemed to grow bigger and bigger he started to sweat, his breath sounded loud in his ears. He fell back, no longer watching as the sensations created by her warm wet mouth took over.

Anita loved sucking cock. Jack's was the biggest she had experienced she felt it grow harder. He was panting as his body started to respond to her mouth. It moved back and forward as his back arched and he tried to push in further and further.

She kept moving around on the bed until her pussy was near his face. He tried to lift his head up to kiss it. When his mouth could not reach, he ran a finger up over her pussy and rimmed her arse. Jack felt rather than heard her groan.

The realization that she would not stop him fingering her arse was enough to send him over the top. He groaned, "I'm coming," as his body bucked and his cock pulsed and erupted. Anita did not need his warning. She had felt his cock expand and met the rush of come as it spurted filling her mouth. "Oh hell that's bloody marvelous," he groaned as he felt the last of his come ooze into her mouth. "I want to do it again." 

"We will lover, we will but not now. My husband will be home any time now. We have to clean up and get you out of here before he arrives." Jack had forgotten the time. He did not want to leave. She was so sexy. Her body so exciting that he wanted more of her. 

He reached for her as she straightened the bed. She had not put on any clothes her breasts swinging as she bent over the bed. His hands closed over her breasts as he pulled her up and kissed the back of her neck. She giggled and tried to escape. "Stop it," she groaned.

He held her his thumb rolling her nipple. "Oh hell, stop it. We can't, not now." she was talking fast trying to ignore the warm feeling creeping over her body. Jack could feel her nipples getting hard.He moved so he could take them in his mouth first one then the other. "Oh shit," she moaned "stop it, we can't, my husband, we can't."

Jack knew that they had very little time but his cock was ready to burst. Anita's hard nipples were driving him crazy. "Come here," he groaned as he pulled her back towards the bed. She was coming when she stopped and squealed. "My god that's a car." She pushed him back and rushed to the window. "Shit it's my bloody husband," Her eyes showed her panic. "Get dressed, get out," she cried as she rushed to straighten the bed. 

Jack remained cool but his cock shrank making it easy to pull on his pants. "My bikes out the front he must see it. I can't just rush past him. He will wonder what we have been doing." He looked around "can we get downstairs and out the back without him seeing us?"

Still in a panic she cried, "Yes the back stairs," It became obvious to Jack that he must take charge. "Ok let's get downstairs as fast as possible. If we get out of the house and he finds us out there it will be easier to explain than both of us up in your bedroom."

"What are we going to do out there?" she cried her panic still showing. He gripped her arm, "stop it, and settle down. You look scared. You will have to look as though you have nothing to worry about." He helped her straighten her blouse and skirt,

"Now this is our story if we both tell the same story we'll be right. Don't look guilty and don't tell it unless you are asked. I am in the pony club. When I delivered your order, I asked if you had much spare land out the back. When you answered yes, I asked if you had room for a pony. You said you didn't know and you were showing me around." 

Anita didn't have time to argue. The back door swung open "oh there you are," her husband called as he joined them. Jack was ready." Hi, I'm Jack, I'm the grocery boy from the general store down by the polo grounds." He turned to Anita "I had better be going. Thanks for showing me around. I'm sorry I made you late." Before she could reply, He said, "I'll leave my number in case you want anything from the store." She watched amazed as he casually shook hands with her husband and left.

Anita could not believe how Jack had turned a potential disaster around. He had shown a maturity that she had not suspected. He had not only taken charge but he had concocted a story that gave hope for future time together. 

His calm manner had convinced her they could get away with it and they had. Her husband had listened as she repeated Jack's tale of the pony club and said Jack looked like a fine young man. Her heart skipped a beat when he said, "You should talk to him about putting some ponies in the back paddock they would help keep the grass down."



Mrs. Kelly



“This might be the best way to break the ice, and end that virginal state,” she said, stroking away.

I never thought that the touch of another would feel this good. I was fascinated by the way she worked on me. She looked at me and my cock, as she stroked from the base to the tip, smiled and repeated the move. Her stroking didn’t get firmer, but it got faster. She slid her hand all the way up and off my cock, over and over, as she gently slid her fingers over my balls. Beer or no beer, I was starting to feel a bit of tightness in my balls and it was creeping up my cock. She smiled again at me and slightly tightened her grip. 

“Uh,” I exhaled, and a jet of sperm shot out of me and plopped into the water. Rope after rope repeatedly came out of me, plop, plop, plop, as she smiled and winked. By the time I was through, I felt completely spent.

“Well there, Sport,” she said, patting my thigh as my cock shriveled, “Time to get something to eat!”

>>>>>>

Kate and I walked to the kitchen and raided the fridge of anything we could heat up in the oven. I had a hot roast beef and cheese sandwich, while she had chicken breast and some beans. When we finished, she said, “Go get changed and packed, I’ll call for my car and change myself. Meet me in the lobby when you’re ready.”

I went to my room and did as I was told. (I had no intentions of blowing a good thing here.)

When I came to the lobby, she was standing by the door, talking to her driver. I never saw her dressed before. She had on a bulky sweatshirt and jeans with a pair of sneakers to round out the wardrobe. She looked just like one of the girls, just like she said. 

“Oh, there you are. Terry, this is Dell, my driver. Dell, this is Terry, the extraordinary man I was telling you about,” she said, as I shook Dell’s hand. She went ahead, out to the car. As she did, Dell leaned in to me and said, “You better take care of her. She’s had a shitty life up to this point. You’re the first guy she’s seemed interested in since I’ve known her.”

I nodded back to him in understanding, tossed my bag in the open trunk and climbed into the back seat with Kate.

>>>>>>

A half an hour later, we were pulling up a driveway to a rather large house that was well lit and decorated for Thanksgiving. There were several neatly trimmed hedges that lined the property, some cement ornaments on the lawn, and several small evergreens scattered on the front.

“Wow. That’s a big house,” I said, to myself.

“Oh, yes, my dear,” she said, obviously having overheard me. “Don’t worry, I have people come to clean and take care of the yard.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I protested.

“I know. I’m just having a little fun,” she said, jabbing me in the ribs. “Lighten up!”

We got out of the car and headed to the front door. Dell was getting the bags for us. (I could learn to get used to this.) Kate unlocked the door and we entered a gorgeously furnished and decorated home. Everything looked expensive.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked me.

“Very nice, Kate.”

“Let me take you on the grand tour,” she said, as she led me by the hand. She showed me the den, her own Jacuzzi, the kitchen and elegant dining room, 4 bathrooms and then finally, my room. It was huge. It had a king sized bed, two dressers, a large walk in closet, 25 inch TV, and it’s own adjoining full bathroom with a roman tub. 

“This is way more than I deserve,” I said, in disbelief.

“Oh bullshit. Enjoy!” she said, as she turned and walked back to the living room. I tossed my bag on the bed and followed her out.

“Why the big house if you live alone?” I asked.

“Well, Dell lives here too. A friend that married and no longer had the use of a driver recommended him to me. He has been with me almost since my Father died. He lives upstairs in a room next to yours. I only see him when I need to go somewhere or if he wants to cook. He’s very good at both,” she explained. “Besides, I love the view,” she said as she opened the curtains to the back of the property.

It was dark, but you still could make out a tree line at the edge of the property that seemed to go off into the distance. Behind all that, a silhouette of hills stood out against the stars. I’m sure it was very stunning in the daytime.

“Are you still hungry? One sandwich can’t fill a man up. I have some Irish stew left from the other day. I’m going to have some. Would you like some?”

“Well,” I started to say.

“I made it myself,” she said, like a little kid.

“Okay,” I relented.

She disappeared in the kitchen for a few minutes and came out with two bowls of stew. She started to eat hers and I tried mine. It was actually good. I forgot that she was just a normal woman that came into money. Of course, she used to cook for Mr. Kelly. Duh. 

When we finished, she asked me if I was tired. It was going on 10:30 and it had been a long day for me. I said yes and excused myself. I put my stuff away in ‘my’ room and turned on the TV. She had cable and all the premium channels. I found myself having trouble keeping my eyes open. I turned off the TV, climbed into bed, and turned out the lights.

>>>>>>

The next morning, I woke and couldn’t figure out where I was for a moment. Then I remembered, and what seemed a dream was in fact, reality. I used the shower, put on some clean clothes, and went out to the kitchen for some breakfast.

Kate was in the den doing some exercises while watching a tape of the same. “After breakfast, I might need your services,” she said. “I haven’t done this tape in months. I’m sure to be sore. I already ate. If you want eggs, feel free. I also have an assortment of cereals.”

I went to the kitchen and poured a bowl of corn flakes. Kate came in, as I was finishing. 

“I’m going to shower, then I’d like that rub, okay?” she asked, running her finger through my hair. 

She was even good looking all sweaty. “Sure,” I replied.



>>>>>>

I was standing outback looking at the breathtaking view, when I heard her call me. I went back to the den, and she was lying on a massage table that wasn’t there before. She turned and saw the ‘where did that come from’ look on my face.

“It folds and fits in the closet,” she said, as she pointed to the door on the wall.

As I looked at her, I saw she had applied makeup. She was looking really good. (Again looking like Kirsty Alley all done up.)

She lowered her head into the hole in the table so she could be completely face down and I went to work. I gave her the full treatment for about an hour when my arms started to get tired. I asked her if I could take a break. There was no answer. I looked under the table and she was sound asleep. I turned off the talk show on the TV and left her to her nap. I decided to take a more detailed tour of my new home.

When I finished with the downstairs, I headed up to the second floor. At the top of the steps, I saw Dell coming out of his room. I held my finger to my lips and he nodded in understanding.

“Where is she?” asked Dell.

“In the den. She fell asleep while I was giving her a rub down,” I replied.

“I was to take her to the market shortly. No matter. When she wakes, till her I’ll be ready whenever she is,” said Dell, as he went down the stairs and out the front door.

I continued my tour until I came upon the door of her room. I felt uncertain as to whether I should look or not. A few moments of indecision went by, and then I opened the door.

Oh, my God! It was all done in pink with lace hanging from the curtains and the walls. The ceiling was completely covered with mirrors and there were three more huge standing mirrors on the sides and the foot of a king size bed. Another large mirror adorned a make-up desk that was loaded with all things woman. I started to turn and head for the door, when I bumped right into Kate, who was completely naked.

“Well, well, what do we have here? Checking out the lionesses den?” she asked, with her hands on her hips, her head cocked to the side, and her breasts swaying slightly as she tapped her foot.

I didn’t know what to say that might get me out of this jam, so I decided to tell the truth.

“I just wanted to see your room. Nothing more than that,” I replied, very worried.

“Hummm,” she started. “I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t come in here, but you didn’t ask either. I suppose I could let you slide this time. Please only enter this room if invited. There! Now the rule exists.”

I sighed with a huge sense of relief. “Dell said he’ll take you to the market any time you’re ready,” I said, trying to change the subject.

She gave me one more stern look, then headed to her window that overlooked the driveway. Dell was wiping down the car. She opened the window and yelled down to Dell, “Dell! Take the list off the kitchen table and run the errand yourself whenever you’re ready. I’ve changed my plans.” I heard Dell say something and she closed the window.

“I’m heading to the Jacuzzi. You’re more than welcome to join me. You don’t need a suit. I’m going ‘as is’,” she said, as she passed me on the way out of her room. I left the room, closed the door, and went to my room to undress.

>>>>>>

When I reached the Jacuzzi, Kate was already relaxing with a diet cola in her hand. The jets on the pool were not turned on, so I was getting another lovely view of her body. Unlike upstairs where I was too nervous to react to her shapely body, I was starting a mini salute down below.

“There you are! I’m glad to see that you both decided to join me,” she said, while wrapping her hand around my cock as I lowered myself into the water. She was giving it expert little tugs to get me to full attention. “Tell me about your last girlfriend. Was she a good kisser?”

I leaned up against the side next to her, as she continued to tease my cock. “Well, her name was Olivia. She was cute, brown hair, brown eyes and dimples. She and I were high school sweethearts. We fooled around some. I got to play with her tits and she rubbed me through my jeans till I came. I don’t know if she was a good kisser or not, because I never really kissed anyone other than her. After we graduated, her parents sent her to college. I had to save my money to go. When she left she broke up with me. For the last two years I haven’t really dated.”

“Creamed your jeans, huh?” she asked, starting to chuckle. “I don’t know of too many 20 year olds that are as virginal as you.”

“I almost got a blowjob at a party once,” I said, suddenly remembering. “The girl was from out of town and had no idea that I was seeing Olivia. Just as we were sneaking out side to find a quiet spot, she had an asthma attack that ended the evening early for her.”

She was shaking her head as she listened to my story. She also had stopped stroking me. “That’s really a sad story, Terry,” she said as she put both her arms around me and started to kiss me like I was the last guy on earth. She was really good at it and much better than Olivia ever was. I put my arms around her and she really went to town. She must have been a very lonely person with a lot of passion bottled up inside. We must have kept this up for over ten minutes before she came up for air. It was the hottest kiss of my life. She had trouble composing herself afterward. Finally she said, “Was that any better than Olivia?”

I smiled back and nodded my head. Her hand moved back to my cock and found it to still be rock hard. She leaned forward and started kissing me again while her hand went to town on mini-me. 

“Hey, wait!” I said, as her hand soon had me ready to empty my balls. She chuckled as she kissed me and leaned into me even harder. Soon I was sending slow motion spurts of spunk into the Jacuzzi.

“Now we can have fun later without you popping too quicky,” she chuckled, as she broke the kiss and finished draining my balls.

>>>>>>

Dell returned from the market around three and I helped him put away the groceries. I noticed that a good percentage of the ‘groceries’ consisted of vodka and beer. I guess she wanted to keep us happy or drunk. She told Dell to take the rest of the day off and asked me to throw something together for lunch. I made a few sandwiches and called her to come downstairs. 

“Bring them up and grab some beers,” she answered back.

I found a serving tray; loaded it with what I could think of that she might want on her sandwich, grabbed a six-pack, and headed up. She was in her room. The door was open, but I knocked anyway.

“Come on in, Sport,” she said. She was sitting at the make-up table touching up her model like appearance. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweat pants. She looked at the selection, picked a turkey sandwich, and grabbed a beer. “I think I’m going to invite some friends of mine over tomorrow. You wouldn’t mind pulling towel duty do you?”

“No. I thought that was one of the reasons I was here,” I answered.

“Good. They’ll enjoy meeting you,” she replied, following a big swig of beer. She then noticed that I was checking out the mirrors.

“I guess you’re wondering why I had them put in. I like to watch. So did Mr. Kelly. After he left, I found that I liked to watch myself. It can be very erotic. What do you think?” she asked, munching on her sandwich.

“I don’t know. I’ve never even seen a porn film,” I answered, between sips of beer.

“Boy, you really have led a sheltered life,” she said, as she swallowed.

When we finished eating, she asked me if I wanted to watch her. I was getting a buzz on with the beer. “Sure.”

She climbed up on the bed, pulled down her pants, and started to finger herself.

“Hummm,” she moaned.

I watched as she touched, twiddled and inserted her fingers in her womanhood. All the while, she was panting, moaning, and watching herself in the ceiling mirror. At one point, she lifted her head to see if I was still there. I smiled at her and she dropped her head back and let out a whelp as she shuddered and stiffened. She arched her back as she pushed her hand deep into herself. When she collapsed back on the bed, she let out a gush of air, wiped the hair off her face, covered her eyes with her hand and started to laugh. 

“I can’t believe I just did that in front of you,” she said laughing, obviously embarrassed.

“That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” I said.

“Well, I hope it looked as good as it felt,” she said, still laughing. 

I sat there looking at this beautiful woman that just brought herself off in front of me. It was just starting to hit me that this whole situation was going to be the best time of my life!

She looked up at me and asked if I had recovered from earlier. My cock was straining itself in my pants at the moment and I told her so. She rolled over to one side of the bed and patted the spot next to her. I climbed on and she propped herself up on an elbow to face me.

“Remember that blow job you almost got? You’re now about to get that rain check redeemed,” she said, as she fiddled with my pants. I helped her take them off and she just stared at my cock. “It must be nice to be 20. How many times have you gotten off in one day?”

“Three,” I replied.

“Good things cum in threes,” she said, as she moved herself down between my spread legs.

She didn’t touch it at first. She looked it over, as if looking for some imperfection. I couldn’t see what she was doing in the ceiling mirrors, so I turned my head to look at one of the huge floor mirrors. She was just studying it, as it bounced in time with my heart. She blew on it, causing it to jerk.

“Sensitive,” she said.

She then began kissing the shaft, from the base to the top. She did this several times on each side and then kissed my balls. She was ever so gentle, but the view of her doing it in the mirror only made the feeling more intense. Here was this gorgeous woman kissing my balls! When she was finished kissing my balls, she started to lick my cock in the same fashion. It was fantastic! She licked up and down several times and then stopped at the top. She used her tongue to swirl her tongue around my sensitive head, causing it to jerk about as she tried to lick me. Kate turned her head to look at me in the mirror as she licked and teased the head of my cock. She stopped, smiled, and lowered her head over me. Her tongue never stopped as she took in as much of me as she could without gagging. With or without having cum earlier, I knew I wasn’t going to last long with this type of gentle assault on my manhood, accompanied by the visual stimulation.

She used a simple motion with her lips and tongue around the head. Her lips never went more than an inch below the head, as she made love to it with her mouth. She used her hand to trace the base of my cock and tickle my balls. Her head bobbed slightly with the beat of her heart as a funny feeling started deep down in my groin. She knew I was very close based on the tightness of my balls and the ragged breathing coming from me. The tingle was getting bigger and my nuts felt as if they were ready to explode up and out of me. My toes curled and I blasted a mighty load of spunk into her mouth. Wave after wave of spunk was pumped out of me, as she continued her gentle assault on me with her mouth. She stayed that way till I was nearly limp, and let my cock plop out of her mouth. She licked her lips, wiped the side of her mouth, and swallowed a few times.

“Salty,” she said, as she got up and opened another beer. She took a sip, came back over to the bed and handed it to me. After taking a swig as well, she put it on the nightstand.

“Was it worth the wait?” she asked.

“Yes,” was all that I could croak.

“Good!” she said, patting my stomach.

>>>>>>

That evening, I was watching TV in my room, when I heard Kate call me downstairs. We had already eaten and were pretty much on our own for the rest of the night, so I had no clue what she was calling me about. I hurried down the steps and found her standing in the front room by the door with an attractive woman a bit younger than her.

“Terry, this is cousin, Patty, Patty, this is Terry.”

We did the handshake routine to be polite, but I found that her handshake was a bit exaggerated and she winked at me when we parted hands. I started to turn and walk away and Kate said, “Where are you going? I told my cuz here all about you and she told me she could really use a rub down. If you’re interested, she will pay you for your services. 

I had nothing else to do, so I agreed. I asked her if she wanted to use the Jacuzzi first or just get right to the massage. She pointed to the den and Kate pulled out the table and locked it into position for her. Obviously, lack of modesty must have run in their family. Pat just stripped down to nothing right in front of me and hopped up on the table. Kate pulled up a chair by the head of the table and struck up a conversation with Pat as I worked on her back and shoulders. 

I wasn’t paying any attention to their conversation. Every few minutes they would break into giggling fits like little kids. It was almost funny in itself. As I worked my way down to her butt and legs, Pat, without missing a beat with Kate, yawned her legs open as wide as she could and still keep most of them on the table. I didn’t know exactly know what it was she wanted me to do. I took a guess that she wanted me to do her inner thighs, so I started working there. After a few minutes, she started to open her legs even further. Kate and her were still giggling away.

I continued to work on her inner thighs when she adjusted herself again, lifting her ass up un the air a bit, exposing all of her womanhood to me. This was just too subtle to mean anything else. I used my hand to massage the lips of her pussy, and searched for her clit. 

She just went on talking to Kate as if there wasn’t anything spectacular going on between her legs! She was as wet as she could be. Her scent was strong in the air. I got into a rhythm with her gyrating her hips. A minute or so later, she stopped talking, and Kate wrapped her hands around Pats head and gave her the most lustful kiss I’ve ever seen anyone give anybody else, ever. As this was happening, Pat’s womanhood was squeezing the hell out of my fingers that were deep inside her. As their passion subsided, they started to giggle again and Kate said, “See, I told you he was good!”




Mrs. Kelly



I went to the bathroom to clean up and I heard them call me to come out to the Jacuzzi, with or without my suit, “and bring a pitcher of screwdrivers!” yelled Kate. After cleaning up and making the drinks, I went to the Jacuzzi and served the ladies.

“Wearing a suit, I see,” said Kate. 

I looked down at myself. “You have a guest,’ I replied.

“Yes, WE do. Don’t forget you live here now, too. Pat is family. She got her massage and is now just one of us. Why don’t you show her the goods?” Kate asked.

I looked at Pat and she raised an eyebrow at me. I shrugged, went to the kitchen to get a six-pack, dropped the suit on the floor, and headed back to the tub. As I came into view, Pat started clapping and asked me to join her and Kate in the Jacuzzi. I grabbed a beer and climbed in.

Kate and Pat really didn’t look much alike. Kate was tall and slim with a killer body while Pat was shorter, had a bit of extra weight on her and dark brown hair. About the only analogy I can come up with as to who she looked like, is a young Geena Davis. 

They were both doing the whispering and giggling bit again as I settled in across from Pat. They both had drained their drinks and were refilling them from the pitcher on the deck behind them. Pat asked me a few questions about myself, and what I wanted to do with my life. Then she asked, “So is it true that you’re still a virgin?”

I looked at Kate and gave her the ‘You told her that?’ look. “Yes,” I replied.

“Sad state to be in when you’re 20, Terry. What do you say we end that terrible affliction tonight?” asked Kate with a huge grin on her face. 

I looked over at Pat and she had a questioning look on her face. 

“We?” I asked.

“Sure, all three of us,” chuckled Kate.

I was worried about doing it badly the first time with one person let alone two. I was definitely out of my league here. They were both staring at me, waiting for my answer.

“You think about it, Sport,” said Kate, who had finished her drink and set it on the deck. Pat did the same.

Without any warning or caring that I was in front of them, they began caressing each other with their hands and their mouths. Soon they were locked in a kiss and their hands were going a mile a minute on each other’s clits. I found myself sporting major wood at the sight of the ladies trying desperately to bring the other off. Kate went first. I could hear her snorting through her nose while her mouth was still locked with Pat’s. Pat then shook and let out a low groan through the long kiss. The kiss continued for several minutes after they had gone back to simply caressing each other. Finally they separated and Kate turned to me and asked, “Well, we’re all warmed up over here. Are you in or out? Either way, Pat and I are heading up to my room.”

Her tone wasn’t stern or angry. She just wanted to know if I was ready or not. I knew I was turned on a great deal by the action that had just taken place. The last thing I wanted was to perform poorly and wind up a joke.

“If I do badly, you’re not going to make me the butt of your jokes tomorrow with your friends, are you?” I asked, very seriously.

“Shit, no! We’ll just keep working on it, right Pat?” asked Kate.

“Sure,” replied the cousin. “Take your time. We’ll keep a spot for you in the bed.”



>>>>>>

Even though I had just been in the Jacuzzi, I wanted to get a shower first. I showered and shaved and put on a pair of boxer shorts. I went to her room and knocked. “Come in!” they both replied. I opened the door and peered in. They were in a 69 position and going at it pretty hard. I sat in a chair and watched. When they were finished and separated, Pat motioned me to get in bed with them. I dropped my pants and climbed in.

“We’re glad you decided to join us,” said Pat.

“Look, we talked this over. If you’re not ready, that’s okay. Pat and I can come up with other ways to keep you on your toes,” suggested Kate.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I just wasn’t ready yet. “I think I’ll wait a little longer,” I finally replied.

With that being said, the ladies looked at each other, nodded and switched places in the bed so I had Kate on my left and Pat on my right. They both started to run their fingers up and down my body, but not touching my cock or balls.

“Kate and I would like to play a game here with you. It’s up to you if you want to participate. If you win, you get double the money for the massage earlier. If you lose, you get zip. Want to hear more?” asked Pat. I nodded. “Okay, here are the rules, you can’t cum for 10 minutes. Once the 10 minutes passes, you’ve won and can cum anytime it pleases you. Cum before 10 minutes, you lose. Kate and I have a bet between us in this game as well, but we’ll keep that between us right now. Kate and I will take turns trying to make you cum. We each have a minute to excite you as much as we can, but we can only touch your cock or balls three seconds out of each minute. Everything else is fair game. Remember, if you win, the game still goes on for Kate and me till you cum. Do you want to play?”

I had absolutely nothing to lose, so I nodded in agreement. The ladies leaned across me and kissed each other. “Good luck,” they said and Pat went first.

She leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss as she ran her fingers over my chest. Her nails traced a circle around my nipples as she gave small kisses on my neck and chest. Then her hand reached my cock and she began to lightly run her hand over the area.

“One, two, three,” she said, and stopped.

Kate then began her turn. She ran her hand up and down my thigh as she leaned over and began a French kiss on Pat, just a few inches from my face. I could almost hear their tongues going at it. Their breasts were leaning on my chest and Kate’s hand was delicately caressing my inner thigh. Her hand moved to my cock and slid up and down the length several times.

“One, two, three,” Kate said and stopped.

I was enjoying this immensely. I was certain I could win this game. Actually, I wasn’t prepared for the little surprises they had in mind for me. They were just getting warmed up. 

Pat leaned up over me and planted one of her tits in my mouth as she started to moan with pleasure. Again, her and Kate started to kiss right above me. Pats tit was soft and her nipple was smooth and silky at first touch. She pulled her boob from my mouth and used her tongue to run the length of my cock several times.

“Un, o, ee,” she moaned while licking me and stopped.

My cock twitched and Kate noticed it. She leaned over to my ear and started to lick and gently sigh into my ear as she slowly drew her fingers over my abdomen just fractions of an inch from my cock, but never touching it. I was starting to wonder if I was going to make it. My cock was bobbing with my heart and it was twitching more often now. She reached down and slid her hands over my now tight balls and pumped my cock hard in time to the words.

“One, two, three,” she whispered into my ear.

These two ladies were doing a terrific job at getting me to cum. It was time to use some defense. I started to think about taking out the trash and reciting the presidents in my head as Pat was finishing her minute by wrapping her lips around my cock head and humming.

“Hum, hum, hum.” 

The head of my cock was turning purple when it plopped out of Pat’s mouth. I was losing. It wasn’t just the money. I wanted to show these women that I was a man, not a kid, and I was losing!

Kate’s turn found her again reaching over to kiss Pat and running her hand over my groin as close as she could get. This time, they lowered their heads so that it became a sloppy three-way kiss. Kate closed her hand around my cock and gave it three firm strokes.

“One, two, three,” she said, with our mouths intertwined.

My cock was twitching wildly. I almost lost it. If she had pumped me one more time the game would have been over. 

Pat crawled between my legs and started to lick my inner thighs and blow on my cock and balls. My cock was thumping and twitching away just inches from her pretty face as she continued to blow on it. Then she lowered her head on me and squeezed my balls.

One, two, three bobs of her head and she lifted off me and let go of my balls. The head was deep purple and my balls were virtually really to empty their load, but somehow, I managed to hold off. 

Kate moved down between my legs and Pat moved back to my side. Kate hovered over my cock and pushed down on my abdomen just above the base of my cock, drawing the skin on it as tight as possible. She blew air on it just as Pat did, but this was more intense. She positioned herself with her mouth open just above my cock and continued to apply pressure. She firmly gripped me and pumped.

One, two, three.

Time stopped. Her mouth stood poised to receive its reward. My muscles below seized and a strong blast came from deep inside me to make a perfect bulls eye into her mouth. It was so strong and fast that it startled both her and Pat next to me, who jumped from the sudden forced intensity of the blast. Two more mighty ropes came from me and made perfect landings on her tongue. As the intensity wound down, Kate closed her mouth over me until long after I went soft. 

“No money for you,” said Pat with a sigh.

“Yeah, but I won,” said Kate as she climbed back next to me.

“Actually it seems that I’m the loser here,” said Pat, with a pout on her face.

“Even losers receive lovely parting gifts at my house,” said Kate as she positioned herself between Pat’s legs and gave her womanhood the licking of its life. 

“Oo,” Pat said, as she pulled me over to lock lips with me. 

Kate got her going within a minute and soon I had to watch that Pat didn’t bite me with the intensity of her orgasm.

Soon I was back to being between the ladies. I turned and asked Kate what she won. 

“It’s just something between me and Pat. Don’t worry yourself about it,” she replied. 

It was about 11:30 then and Pat was already drifting off. I started to get up and Kate asked where I was going. 

“Back to my room,” I replied.

“Not tonight. You stay and keep me and Pat company,” she said softly.

They both held me as they drifted off to sleep. My mind was filled with thoughts of the last two days. I kept thinking it was all a dream and all these incredible experiences would end soon. It wasn’t.

>>>>>>

I woke in the morning to the sound of a car door. Pat was no longer in the bed. I got up and looked outside and saw Pat pulling out of the driveway.

“What’s wrong?” said Kate, squinting at the light from the window.

“Pat left,” I replied.

“Oh. She did mention that she had a meeting this morning at work. Does it bother you that she left?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.

“No, not really, other than I like her. I think she’s a fun person. I wouldn’t mind seeing her around here again, even if it was just to talk,” I replied.

“As you can tell, Pat and I are very close. Mr. Kelly never would have done what you last night. He didn’t like her and she didn’t like him. She is a very good judge of people. Too bad I didn’t listen to her before. She told me she likes you. She thinks you are something special, just as I had thought. She’s a lot closer to you in age than I am. You might want to think about seeing her on a regular basis,” said Kate.

“Wouldn’t that make things weird around here?” I asked.

“Was it weird last night to you?” she asked in return.

She had me there. “No.”

“See? I’m not forcing you to see her. It was just a thought. She’ll be around here enough for you to think about it,” she said.

>>>>>>

Later that evening, Kate had her friends over. They were neighbors to her, mostly older, and they spent most of the evening talking and relaxing in the Jacuzzi. I played the part of towel boy/bartender and Dell made the food in the kitchen. A few of the women made comments about such a young man staying with Kate and she responded by telling them they were just jealous. After the ladies got good and drunk, Kate and Dell took them home and I got in the Jacuzzi myself and opened a beer. I took a big swig and let out a huge belch.

A few minutes later, I heard a loud belch come from the kitchen, and assumed that Kate had the same idea I had. 

“Hello there!”

I turned to look and found that it was Pat standing there with a half empty bottle of beer and a big grin on her face.

“How did it go with the old hags?” she asked.

I smiled in return and told her that it was challenge but managed to get through it. She told me about how her meeting went and about how hungry she was. 

“It’s after 9:00. You haven’t eaten all day?” I asked astonished.

“Nope. I’m off the next three days so 9:00 doesn’t sound so intimidating as it could be,” she said, as she upturned the beer and finished it.

“Aaaahhhhgggg” came the belch from her lips and then she smiled at me. “Do you need a new one there?” she pointed at my beer. I nodded yes. 

She returned with two more and I got out of the tub. We sat for a while talking, while I allowed myself to really listen to this person. I felt I owed it to Kate to get to know Pat at least to make a decision to see her socially or simply as a cousin of Kate’s.

She was funny, and seemed smart. I found out that she was 26 and had her own small apartment not far from there. I also found out that Kate was younger than I thought. She was only 32. Pat was employed as a spokesperson for a local chapter of the March of Dimes. Kate and her were close and she stayed over with Kate a lot after the divorce. She was never married and wasn’t currently seeing anyone. Other than the fact that she was six years older than me, there was little difference between us.

I asked her if she wanted me to make something for her and she said that we could do it together. We went to the kitchen and she found a can of soup she wanted and I made it for her. While she ate, she asked me about myself and I gave her an abbreviated version of my life. When she finished, she wanted another beer and decided to get in the hot tub herself. I cleaned up, grabbed a beer and headed out as well. She was already in and had the jets on when I came out. I saw her clothes lying on a chair next to the tub. I wasn’t sure if she was naked or had a suit on under her clothes. She stood a second to get her beer and her boobs popped up above the water. I took the hint and took off my suit.

“What was the bet you lost last night with Kate?” I asked, staring at her nipples sticking up above the water line.

“It was just between Kate and me,” came the reply.

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, you can tell me.”

She shook her head.

“By the way, where did Kate and Dell go? They’ve had plenty of time to drop off the neighbors,” I asked. 

“Beats me,” she said, as she sipped her beer.

I sipped mine and set it on the deck. She set hers down as well and drifted over to me. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a quick kiss. 

“Thanks for making me dinner,” she said and kissed me again. 

Her breasts were pressed against my chest and I could feel her heartbeat. I started to get aroused as she continued to kiss me and run her hands over my back. She could feel my cock rubbing her belly as she leaned against me. She reached down and stroked me to full attention.

“Are you ready, yet?” she asked me, almost as a whisper.

“I guess I am,” I replied, still a little unsure.

She hugged me. She didn’t move for quite a long time when she finally said, “Are you still afraid of not performing well?”

“Maybe not so much as before,” I replied, holding her.

“I won’t judge you, so don’t judge me either,” she said.

With that, she turned her back to the wall to brace herself and spread her legs wide. She grabbed hold of my cock and guided it to her womanhood. I pushed in and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and let out a small cry of pain. She held me tight for a minute or two to keep me from moving. 

Finally she said, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” She pulled back enough to look me in the eyes and smile.

I must have been the stupidest 20 year old around. It didn’t hit me until that very moment, that she was a total virgin as well.

“Now we can really stink at this together,” she said, with a small giggle and her eyes getting all teary.

A major moment of our lives was at hand. I wasn’t sure if I should proceed or just hold her for a while. 

I waited. She kissed me on the cheek and said, “It’s okay now. Let’s see just how bad we can be at this.” She pulled away from me a little and moved back in. It was a wonderful feeling, although I’m not sure she was enjoying it. I started to make some moves and we both found that we really did stink at this. She started to giggle more and more and I found myself caught up in the humor of our clumsiness. Eventually we managed to come to some mutual rhythm and we both noticed that it was beginning to feel real good. Soon we were huffing and puffing and the water was sloshing and I found myself ready to cum. She saw it in my face and doubled her efforts. I came like a canon in her and she soon followed with a deafening yell as she reached her own orgasm. She stayed with me in her as long as I was able. Eventually my cock slipped out and our mutual first time was officially over.

She hugged me and said, “That was even better than I had imagined. I guess we didn’t do too bad.”

Eventually we got out of the hot tub and dressed. We walked back into the house and found Kate watching TV in the living room, drinking a beer.

“Oh, there you two are. I wondered what happened to you,” she said, taking a sip.

“We wondered the same about you,” I replied.

“I got hungry after Dell and I dropped of our neighbors and we went to the diner for sandwiches,” she said. “I brought you both some,” she said, waving her hand in the direction of the kitchen.

Pat and I went to the kitchen and ate our late dinner. Kate popped her head in to say she was heading up to her room for the night and to make sure to lock up and turn the lights out.

“Are you going home?” I asked.

“Not unless you want me to,” she replied, pouting.

I shook my head no and she smiled. 

“Can I sleep with you?” she asked.

“I’d like that,” I replied.

>>>>>>

We made love two more times that night. Each time we did a better job of it. We slept into the early afternoon.

>>>>>>

When we had finished showering and dressing, we headed downstairs. Kate was in the den. “Oh, good. I can get my rub down now!”

I pulled out the table and started in on her massage. Pat sat in front of Kate and they talked and giggled as before. Soon Kate raised her ass in the air. That was my cue to cut to the chase. I soon had her womanhood clutching my fingers as she shuttered and shook. The whole time, Pat watched her cousin go through all the stages to orgasm and giggled at her.

At dinner, Kate decided to spill the beans. 

“Did Pat tell you about our bet?” Kate asked me.

“No,” I replied.

She looked at Pat and then at me. “Pat and I always want better for each other. If Pat won, she wanted to leave that night so I had you all to myself. But if I won, I wanted to plant the idea of you and her together. That was one of my reasons for bringing you here in the first place. She had been alone far too long and was using my failed marriage as an excuse to avoid men. Don’t worry, I’ll still hold up my end of the bargain. Be my towel boy and you’ll still get paid and go to school next semester. You’ll also have the added pleasure of having a girlfriend related to your benefactor. Just don’t be afraid to share the fun a little,” she said, giving me a wink. I looked at Pat and she winked at me too.

That arraignment went on for several years. After I graduated, Pat had found someone closer to her age and Kate found a good man for herself. With my degree I was able to move on to bigger and better things as well. I owed it all to Mrs. Kelly.