6 comments/ 43894 views/ 9 favorites Blueberry Hill By: SirDuction Susannah Morgan pulled up outside the bungalow where she lived with her parents. She took the car key from the ignition. Opening the car boot she took out a bag containing the new dress she had bought for her best friend's wedding. She closed the boot and put the car ignition key in her handbag and walked along the path leading to the front door of the detached bungalow and searched in her handbag for the house key. Her handbag was, as ever, full of everything she collected. She rummaged around the bags contents, lipstick, make-up, tissues, extra-strong mints, her purse and an assortment of other things women tend to carry in their handbags for no particular purpose. No house key. She had this experience so many times and the key always turned up somewhere, but she still panicked until it did. Her parents were away on holiday in Greece and they had the only other set of keys. There was only one thing for it, empty the entire contents of her bag and purse. She walked back to the car and put the bag containing the new dress back in the boot. Sitting in the driver's seat she started emptying her handbag onto the passenger seat one item at a time. No key. Similarly her purse and all its contents, her banking cards, cash and one or two other small items like the odd safety pin. No key. Susannah put everything back one item at a time, including a pair of nail-clippers she thought she had lost weeks ago. Now she was getting really worried. She was in the shit unless she found that bloody key. She had no pockets in her white blouse or black skirt. She started looking in all sorts of ridiculous places, the backseat of the car, the boot and glove compartment, the keyring on which she kept her car key. No, there was no bloody house key. The street was deserted, the lack of cars told her that most neighbours were out and the only friend in the street she bothered with was also away on holiday. The only sign of life was Gary who lived in the bungalow opposite and who was busy cleaning his car. Gary was about 26, single, lived on his own, and always had a stream of young women coming and going apart from the late-night parties that kept the whole neighbourhood awake. Susannah's parents had complained to him a few times and on another occasion the police had come and warned him to keep the noise down. He was always pleasant, apologised profusely, but the next party would be just as bad. Actually, the only time she had ever spoken to him was when he shouted across the street and wished her a happy birthday on her recent 18th only a month earlier. "That Gary has just taken a different woman into his bungalow again." She had said to her mother, only last week. "You need to keep well away from that one Susannah, he is nothing but trouble." Her mother said. Susannah had taken her mother's advice on that one. Gary she felt had no shame partying all the time and switching and swapping from one woman to the next. She hadn't had a lot to do with men or even boys when she was at school. Her parents were church going, god fearing, and she had been brought up within the bosom of her parent's values. Susannah firmly intended to save herself for the man she married as her mother had done and was so proud of it. Susannah sat in her car and tried to stop panicking. She took some deep breaths and tried to compose herself. Gary was bending over his car with his back to Susannah, vigorously polishing the shiny, red bonnet. His grey T-Shirt clung to his body, sweat running sexily down his back leaving the back of his shirt soaking wet. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans. His legs were spragged about two feet apart and his tight-arse shuffled from side-to-side as his hands stretched across, polishing the bonnet. She dragged her attention away not wanting to admit to herself that the sight of him stirred feelings and thoughts, the kind of thoughts she should not be having and was not supposed to have. Had she, by any chance, left a window open at the back of the bungalow? The thought gave her a grain of hope. She got out of the car, Gary had moved around to the other side of the bonnet. He could see Susannah walking towards her bungalow. He hadn't noticed her sat in her car. Now he was noticing her. Gary had one thing on his mind, his bedpost. She would be a great notch to add, he thought. I could just bend her right over the bonnet of this fucking car, get that tight skirt up over her arse and drill her little, cunt from behind. I'd stretch her like she has never been stretched before. Gary knew what he was talking about. He had eight-and-a-half inches slack and a girth like a cucumber. He watched Susannah look through her front window then go around to the back. She was out of luck; she checked every window and door on the off-chance and started retuning to her car. "Is everything alright Susan?" Gary shouted across to her. "Susannah." She corrected him, "I seem to have lost my key, can't get in the house." " Aren't your parents about?" "They're on holiday" "I can make you a cup of coffee or tea, whatever your poison." "No thanks, I will drive into town again; I have to go to the bank anyway." She lied. She again sat in the front seat of her car and turned the ignition key. The car refused to start. She tried again and again, no go. "What have I done today, killed a fucking robin." She shouted in sheer exasperation. Gary just smiled at her, flashing his perfectly, pearly-white set of teeth. "Coffee or tea?" He said. "Oh fuck, make it coffee please." She answered, getting out of her car locking it, taking a quick look up and down to make sure no one was watching her and then crossed the street to join Gary. Yes she was feeling vulnerable and considered changing her mind but what could she do, sit in her car? She was not in a good position making her way into the house of this man painted as an immoral scoundrel by her parents and in particular her mother. Marion was very much the old school with old school values and certainly did not want her daughter to fall in with a bad lot like Gary and his friends. Her father, Nicholas, was very much a pipe and slippers man. He didn't say much but tended to agree with his wife whenever he did. Gary was a big believer in fate, and as he watched Susannah walk towards him, he thought, maybe this pretty little chick's fate has just been sealed. Could he get inside her knickers? That would be a major prize for him. Susannah was a real beauty and the thought of getting a hard length of his thick cock into her had it straining inside his jockeys, but he concealed these wicked thoughts in his mind - for the time being. Susannah expected his bungalow to be some kind of playboy's pad but she was pleasantly surprised. It was nice, very clean and even a few ornaments and flowers. This man must have feminine side after all, she thought. She was wrong about that. As Gary asked her to sit down she noticed there was already soft background music, Sinatra singing 'Fly Me to the Moon.' Since the music was already on when she walked into the room she knew it wasn't some corny ploy of his to seduce her but she felt like she might be getting out of her depth. She had never had a boyfriend, never been with a man. Could she handle this situation? He was eight years older than her. She was an innocent abroad. He was anything but. Gary brought the coffee, "Get this down your neck, it will make you feel better," he said, putting the coffee on the little table in front of her. "Then I will have a look and see if I can get you into your bungalow and get your car going." "Oh thank you Gary that would be marvellous." She said crossing one leg over the other and picking up the coffee cup, having a drink then putting it back on the table just as Sinatra hit the final notes of 'Fly Me to the Moon.' There was the usual few seconds silence before the next track started. It was Fats Domino singing 'Blueberry Hill.' "Oh this is my favourite song of all time." Susannah gushed. "I have danced my legs of to this." And she started singing the words and Gary joined in. Together they sang it all the way through, laughing at themselves as they sang the last two lines. 'For you were my thrill 'On Blueberry Hill' They both laughed like a couple of teenagers. There eyes met for a second or so. He has the loveliest brown-eyes she thought but quickly looked down dropping her gaze to the floor. "Shall I play it again?" Gary asked. "Oh yes please, I love that song." Susannah said having another drink of her coffee and putting the cup back on the table again, momentarily forgetting her problems. Gary reset the CD recorder to replay Blueberry Hill and in the few seconds before the music started he turned, held both hands out palms up, "May I have this dance?" He said gallantly tilting his head so full of confidence in himself. Susannah smiled and put her hands in his and he pulled her to her feet and they moved into the space in the centre of the room. Her left-hand softly rested in his right-hand. His arm was around her slender waist, his palm moved up to the back of her silk blouse touching the clasp of her bra. The music began and they started to move slowly. 'I found my thrill' Susannah's breasts were pressed against Gary's firm masculine chest. She felt him looking down at her. Her head was turned to the right, avoiding eye contact. It's only a dance she convinced herself. 'On Blueberry Hill' How had she got into this situation? She had lost the keys to her house and that was all she could think about just a few minutes ago, now all she could think about was the closeness of this very sexy guy with his fantastic body pressing against her, a man she had been warned to steer clear off. She wasn't supposed to feel like this. She knew her mother would be appalled if she knew, but he seemed nicer than she had thought him to be and nicer than the reputation he had among others in the street. Had he been misjudged? She felt confident that Gary would get her into her parent's bungalow and that he would get her car going again. 'On Blueberry Hill' One of Gary's knees touched hers momentarily, her thighs rubbed against his. There was a sensuousness emitting from the strong manly muscles of his chest. Susannah's free hand was resting on his shoulder and she could smell the sweat from his exertions cleaning the car. She could smell the power of his manliness. 'When I found you The moon stood still' She was unavoidably aware that he was looking down at her but she kept looking to her right, afraid of looking up at him and staring into his smoldering, sexy, brown-eyes. Susannah felt as if she was falling apart. As they swayed to the strains of the music his body brushed across her breasts, tantalising her hardening nipples. Gary was experienced in the art of seduction. Susannah was becoming engrossed in the moment but in his mind Gary was thinking beyond the immediate moment. He was planning each move, each next step each subtle touch.. This was a great chance to fuck this pretty little thing and it would be one in the face for that stuck up nuisance of a mother of hers. Yes, he thought, if I play my cards right this little beauty is going to take some fucking cock up her cute little cunt. Susannah was unaware of the tender trap that was slowly being sprung. 'On Blueberry Hill And lingered until My dream came true' His chin was now on the top of her head feeling her soft, silky, black-hair that flowed down on to her back. Her face was resting on his pecs, still looking to the right. God she wanted to look up at him, needed to look up at him. The temperature was rising, simmering. Their feet shuffled closer, the full length of her soft thighs now touching and moving against his. 'The wind in the willow played Love's sweet melody ' Gary's right-hand let go of hers and slipped around her waist joining his left-hand, pulling her slender body towards him. With each exotically, sexy movement his knees pressed between the softness at the top of her thighs. His hips moved from side-to-side in small gyrating, circular motions. 'But all of those vows we made Were never to be' She had to stop this, she just had to, but could she? Could she just run? How could she just abandon the feelings coursing through every vein? Her little cotton panties were getting wet, she was slowly disintegrating. His hand slid all the way up her back to her neck, then to her chin, cupping it tenderly, turning her face around and upwards to look into the eyes she had hoped to avoid. Her knees were on the verge of collapse. Their eyes locked. Susannah felt her heart pounding against his strong chest; both of her hands were resting on the sensuous muscles of his strong shoulders. His eyes slowly moved down her pretty face like stripping away a veil, the tip of his tongue sexily licked his lips. Her chin was resting in his hand as he moved closer. Her fingers ran through his unruly black-hair. She felt if he let go of her that her knees would fail her. Though we're apart You're part of me still' The words of the song seemed to be coming from miles away now but the spell they wove was real and again she thought she should not be doing this, should not be falling into these rich feelings of passion. Was this it? Was it finally her time? Was she going to be taken by the very men she had been endlessly warned to avoid at all costs? Gently, fleetingly their lips brushed together. His kiss was soft and sensitive. Susannah knew she was being deliciously seduced and every part of her brain screamed to bring this to an end. She wanted to run, to escape, but where to? The voice in her head was yelling at her "Get out of here." But her body wouldn't listen. They moved even closer until her body molded yieldingly into his. She was intoxicated by the feel of his sexy body. She felt like putty in his hands. He knew his way around, knew what he was doing, full of his own confidence, sure of his every move. 'For you were my thrill On Blueberry Hill' Gary's thigh pressed between her thighs deliberately pushing against her mound where he knew her pussy and inevitably her clit would feel the pressure. Masterfully he was taking control and bit-by-bit pressing home his advantage. He was in line for a fuck, the fish was on the hook. He was reeling her in. The kiss became much more passionate; their tongues clashed in an exotic dance that matched their own exotically, tangled, rhythmic movements. Susannah could feel his massive erection pressing into her stomach; she swayed in search of it. God it felt so big, could it really be as big as it felt? Her panties were wet and her heart was pounding, racing and thumping against her ribs. 'The wind in the willow played Love's sweet melody ' She half realised in her misty confusion that she was being steered somewhere. The smooching had taken place in one small spot but now she was being moved slowly across the room. The feel of his long, masculine thighs and his hardness pushing against her had her head swimming in a sea of ecstasy. 'But all of those vows we made' Gary's hand reached out and pushed the bedroom door open in one easy movement. He backed her inside still kissing her passionately. She yielded to his every move; there was no thought of resistance now. She knew where this was heading. Her head was now screaming at her to resist but her sweet virgin pussy was in no mood to take advice. 'Were never to be' Susannah was eased onto the bed her skirt hitched up to her waist and her panties pulled off in one urgent, bewildering moment of wild passion. Her thighs were wide apart exposing her slit to his lecherous gaze. His jeans and jockeys were down, his cock was out, she gasped as she saw its magnificent proportions. "Though we're apart. You're part of me still For you were my thrill' Susannah felt Gary's cock poised at her soaked entrance, sliding between her swollen petals pushing against the tightness of her entrance and she saw the lavish smile of triumph and satisfaction spread across his handsome face. She wanted him now, ached to feel that cock inside her. She needed it, wanted to feel it all; wanted to grip it with her womanliness. Gary found her wet, open entrance and thrust his cock passed the resistance of her hymen and eased it all the way inside her. The yelp that accompanied the first thrust of his swollen cock-crown told Gary he had just entered the lovely wet softness of virgin territory. 'On Blueberry Hill' The music stopped and Susannah took the biggest, thickest cock she would ever have inside her. Her skirt was up around her waist, her knees bent out almost at right-angles and her soft, smooth thighs utterly exposed. Gary was pounding right up into her. Her clitoris was sliding along the top of his smooth shaft. His thickness was swelling, pushing hard, aggressively hard, against her tight, soft womanliness. His balls pressed into the soft cheeks of her cute, little arse. Submissively her knees where spread out as far as she could get them allowing Gary to get his entire length and thickness as far into her as possible with each long, powerful thrust. Susannah was in heaven, she had never expected to be taken so forcefully and so fast, never had she thought sex would be like this. He was fucking her but she was fucking him as well. How long had she needed this? How long had she denied herself? She was moving into the first stages of orgasm. Gary knew it; he felt it, felt her gentle contractions around his thickness. He had wanted her orgasm and he was getting it. His thrusts increased as her passion grew. Her breathing became jagged as she gasped for large gulps of air. Her wetness became a deluge. His cock was drenched. "Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me." She screamed through her passions, her head rolling from side to side on the pillow. Her contractions became more exotic, more powerful and deeper. She felt as if her head was about to burst. She was gouging her finger nails across his broad shoulders. Susannah was buried beneath his massive frame. She was like his delicious captive as massive ripples of her orgasm wracked her slender body. She touched the very heights of pure ecstasy and felt the sudden increase in the thickness of his rock-hardness invading her body, penetrating her entire female womanliness. The crescendo of her orgasm was like a thunderbolt of sheer ecstasy. Gary clenched his teeth and grimaced but he couldn't stop the inevitable. His eyes rolled upwards in sheer ecstasy. Rich, injections of spermatozoa invaded his hard rod causing wickedly intense but exotic tingles around the nerve endings of his cock-crown deep inside Susannah, reaching towards her cervix. He was so deep inside, fucking a rich, succulent part of her that was being fuck for the first time. His body stiffened, his thighs trembled. Still buried beneath him Susannah felt the staggering power of his orgasm shake his fantastic torso before he burst inside her with a flood of thick sperm. They collapsed together and their bodies melted against each others, their energy spent. She lay at the side of him feeling his arms around her, her head resting on his chest. Her hand was stroking and fondling the thickness of his manhood, now soft but filling her hand. His manly palm cupped her drenched, dripping wetness, lovingly, tenderly caressing it. They collected their scattered clothes and got dressed. Gary went into his kitchen and made two more coffees and bringing one for Susannah he handed her a pill. "Take this now my lovely, you will need it." He said cheekily with a wide grin spreading over that cheeky handsome face again. "Always better safe than sorry, your mother would be most upset." Gary lifted the bonnet of Susannah's car and easily found the problem getting it started again. As Susannah watched him she suddenly noticed a key just under the car near the front wheel, it was the missing key to the bungalow. Blueberry Hill The first of anything is always nerve-wracking. My first day at my new job was no exception. As I walked through the large restaurant to my new post, I could feel my face growing hot with shyness. In a blur, I introduced myself to the staff as they walked by. I walked into the kitchen, feeling a little better that I at least had learned everyone's name. My manager walked in behind me, showing me the room and explaining basic procedures. Glancing up at the clock, he swore under his breath for my trainer being late. Right at that moment, a tall guy came bustling into the kitchen, jacket still on, face red from the cold. "Glad you made it. This is Piper, the girl you're supposed to be training for her first day. So, great day to be late." Though his words sounded harsh, my manager was smiling. "I couldn't get my hair to do what it was supposed to. This doesn't just happen." He pointed to his hair and proceeded to the back to put his belongings in the break room. I was surprised by his voice, which was much deeper than I would have guessed. "That's Bo, he'll be training you today. Any questions for me before I throw you to the wolves?" I laughed. "No, I should be fine." "Great. Have fun. Find me if you have any questions, but I'm sure Bo will be able to answer most of them." He walked out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with the two cooks. I made small talk with them for a few minutes, telling them how I had worked in kitchens for years. Nothing about this job would be hard for me. I waited tables all through college & periodically jumped on the grills, too. I could whip up anything without a recipe, and this job was just making burgers & sandwiches on occasion when I wasn't waiting tables, which was nothing to me. Bo interrupted our conversation by walking into the kitchen. "Hey, I'm Bo." He reached out his hand for me to shake. "Nice to meet you. I'm Piper." I smiled up at him. He hand was almost twice the size of mine, and much stronger than mine as well. I took a moment to check him out. He was an interesting looking character. He looked straight out a 1950's greaser film, complete with chin-length sideburns & a perfectly-parted greased pompadour. His black work shirt was just a little small...or was his chest just a little too big? His sleeves came down just a bit too far for me to determine the size of his biceps, but judging by the rest of his body, they were large. "Alright, let's get you going on some prep work." He led me to the other side of the grills, where the coolers & refrigerators were. One by one, he taught me how to prep each appetizer and the basics of the main entrees on the menu. After a couple of hours, he left me on my own because I was picking up so fast. "How ya doing?" Bo came up next to me around lunchtime to judge my work. "Oh, I'm doing alright." I continued slicing tomatoes and filling my plastic bin in front of me. "Have you done this before? You seem to have picked up on this fast." "Oh yeah, I waitressed all through college & so I've worked at tons of restaurants. Most kitchens are the same as far as procedure and prep work." I threw the rest of the tomatoes into the bin, pulled some saran wrap over it, and threw it in the cooler. "Cool, cool. Well, we're pretty slow right now, and you've definitely done more than anyone probably expected you to, so you can be cut if you want." I pulled off the apron I was wearing & threw it in the linen bag next to the sink. "Sweet. Well, thanks for training me." I said a bit sarcastically, since there wasn't much training involved. He laughed. "Hey, thanks for being so easy to train." He walked back into the main area of the kitchen and I went to grab my coat. First day was done, and it wasn't as bad as I had expected. Though it was only my first day, it had gone much better than some of my restaurant experiences. I was thankful to be a little older and knowledgeable, and happy that most of the staff was in their mid-20's as well. I waved goodbye to my new co-workers and made my way to my car. The next day went just as smoothly as the day before. I learned a bit more than I had the day before, and my manager noticed that I was picking up quickly. "So, since you're doing much better than I expected and picking up on things pretty quickly, would you want to pick up any bartending shifts?" I had to think about that one. I had worked behind a bar in the past, but it wasn't my forte. I liked having my own set tables to tend to, but a full, constantly-changing bar made me anxious. After thinking about it for a few moments, I nodded. "Yeah, sure, why not?" I smiled to show that I was actually interested. "Great. I'll throw you on some shifts in a couple of weeks, after you get the hang of things." He left the kitchen again. Since the cooks mostly spoke Spanish, Bo was the only one I could talk to. I asked him about his position and where else he had worked, gone to school, lived, etc. He played his iPod on a speaker on a shelf next to the grill. His musical tastes were rockabilly, classic rock and roll, twangy stuff, and it was no surprise to me. He made me laugh a lot, and the time flew by. My first week barely felt like a week's worth of work. My co-workers were easy to get along with and the guys in the kitchen were extremely laid-back. I learned the menu quickly and set into a routine with my prep work. Bo & I worked many shifts together in the first couple of weeks. Though I knew the other staff, I felt closest to him because of how often we worked so closely together. He was a country-western wannabe, and idolized James Dean. He loudly sang along with Johnny Cash, and had a similar deep, smooth voice. He'd started playing guitar before he could read, he said. He pointed out my mistakes in a way that made me laugh rather than feel bad, and I made fun of his mutton-chops. As time went on, I could feel a tension between us begin to grow. After working there for a little over two months, a snowstorm brought the place to a near standstill. It was four pm and we had about a handful of occupied tables in the place. The manager on duty cut the servers down to two, and the kitchen down to just one cook. I had moved my way past the kitchen after the first few weeks, and although Bo & I didn't work side by side much anymore, we still frequently spoke & joked around when we could. During the storm, the two waitresses hung out at the bar, showing each other things on their phones and giggling. My manager sat with a spread of blank schedules at the other end of the bar, taking advantage of the downtime to write out shifts. Since my only two customers at the bar were regulars who were filled up & content watching news coverage of the storm, I decided to take a bit of a break. I skipped into the kitchen and slammed the door open, right into a bored Bo. "Hey, hey, watch it, lady!" He jumped up from slouching and began straightening up the table in front of him. "Don't act like you were busy doing something. Do you ever actually work?" I smiled as I said it, and his face switched from defensive to entertained in a moment. "Shut up, you know I work harder than any of these guys." He pointed to the cook, who then threw a rag at him, laughing & yelling in Spanish. Bo laughed & leaned back against the wire rack behind him. He placed one black boot up on the second shelf, and put his hands in his pockets. He looked like a movie star from way back when. I wished I had a camera to capture the moment in black & white, complete with Buddy Holly & the Crickets serenading us behind him. That's when I noticed what I hadn't before. My eyes were immediately drawn to the bulge in his jeans. How had I never seen it?! It was so obvious and just...big. I'd never seen anything substantial like that on a man, especially when jeans were involved. I couldn't look away. After a few seconds, I felt his eyes burning into my head, and I glanced up. There was a silence between us for a minute, as I was still entranced in his image. He grabbed a toothpick & began chewing on it. "Not much goin' on out there, huh?" He broke the silence, squinting to look through the kitchen doors. "Not out there, but outside, it's really coming down." As I spoke, he reached around to his back pocket to pull out a small black comb & began to carefully comb through his precisely-styled hair. I began to giggle. He turned his eyes to me and smirked. "What?" He asked, as he continued to comb. "Are you a fucking greaser or something?" He laughed. "I get that a lot..." "I mean, who carries combs in their pockets anymore?!" I was still laughing as he put the comb in his pocket. "Get outta here!" He gently shoved my shoulder, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "Okay. Stay gold, ponyboy." I patted him on his shoulder as I walked back towards the bar. Though I turned the situation light by poking fun at him, I felt my heart beating faster than normal. The whole scene of him, looking like a badass drape leaning against that shelf with his...package. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Sure, I had caught him checking out my chest before, but I felt like women get that a lot. Chests are clearly visible, and like I said before, most men aren't noticeable in that area while fully clothed. My mind was busy with thoughts of what it must look like uncovered. A couple slow hours passed, and a few more customers trickled in. After a while, I finally got my chance to do something when a keg of one of the more popular India pale ale's popped. I grabbed my keys for the cooler & walked down to the basement. In the process of tapping the new keg, a bit of the beer sprayed up onto my face, neck & chest. "Damnit!" I wiped off what I could with my sleeve. Before turning to leave, I noticed a few of the lines on the ground tangled up. I got down on one knee & began to untangle them. A few minutes into my new project, I heard the sound of the basement stairs creaking. Figuring it was my manager coming to grab some things, I didn't turn around, and instead called out to her. "I just changed the tap, and I noticed a bunch of these lines tangled up! We gotta talk to the beer guys about this, this isn't good for us." When I could feel her behind me but she didn't respond, I turned my head. To my surprise, Bo was standing almost directly behind me. "Oh, shit, Bo. I thought you were Jackie. What's up?" I started to straighten the kegs out before standing up. He didn't say anything. I stopped what I was doing, and the room was so quiet, I thought for sure he'd hear that my heart was about to pound out of my chest. I slowly stood up and turned to face him, rubbing my hands on my jeans to clean them off. "Do you need somethi--" He walked towards me as I began to speak, one hand wrapping around my lower back and the other pressing against the wall that he pushed me into with his body. His mouth covered mine & his tongue forced open my mouth with a sexy sense of urgency. He pulled me against him, hard, and I submitted. I realized my hands were still at my side, having been taken so aback by his sudden action. I took one and placed it on his hip, and placed the other on his left pec. If I thought his chest looked good, touching it was the best thing ever. I could feel that his heart was racing just as much as mine. I moved my hand up to his shoulder and squeezed it. I could feel him smile as he kissed me. He pushed me harder against the wall with his hips, placing both his hands on either side of my head. I could feel him against my thigh, pressing hard against his jeans. It felt even bigger than it looked. In a surge of lust, I took his lower lip between my teeth and gently bit down. He moaned, a deep manly sound. He grabbed one of my hips and squeezed it, running his other hand up the back of my neck through my hair. Reaching one hand up to my shoulder, he used the other to grab a handful of my hair to pull my head back. He trailed kisses along my cheek and jawline, down my neck & sucked on my collarbone. "You taste like beer." He whispered in a breathy, lusty way. I let out a small laugh. "The keg got me." He moaned again and licked me from my collarbone back up to my mouth. The movements of his mouth were so smooth, and his lips were soft & not overly saturated. He was one of the best kissers I'd ever had the pleasure of kissing. I didn't want to stop, and as his hand dropped to the button of my jeans and his fingers tickled my lower stomach, I wanted to go even further. I started to move my hand lower, as I was shaking with excitement to feel what had been teasing me all night. Right before I got to my goal, the soda lines began to go crazy. He pulled away. "Sounds like we got some people." He looked at me, his eyes serious and full of bad intent. "We should probably get back up there." I leaned against the wall, looking up at him from under messed up hair, and sighed, tipping my head back. "Yeah, probably." I closed my eyes for a moment and placed my hands on my forehead, trying to regain my composure. I heard the creaking of the stairs, and when I opened my eyes, Bo was gone. I speedily fixed my hair and walked upstairs. Sure enough, several people were sitting at the bar awaiting drinks. I jumped behind the counter & started to take orders. Every once & a while, I would glance up at the kitchen doors, hoping to catch a glance at Bo, but he never looked at me any differently than usual. As the night went on, I started to wonder if it all was just a crazy realistic daydream. As I was clearing off the bar after the group left, my manager came up behind me. "Piper, I'm gonna cut Juliette." I looked up and realized she was the only server left. "I just told Ricky to go home, and I'm probably gonna head out once Juliette leaves. Do you think you out here & Bo in the kitchen is enough to close tonight?" She was leaving us two to close...alone?! "Yes!" I said, a little too enthusiastically. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at my response. "Yeah, sorry, I'm just happy it's almost closing time. That should be fine, we've seen almost no one all night. I'm sure he and I can take care of things." "Awesome." She turned to talk to Juliette & I heard her open the kitchen door. "Bo! I'm heading out with Juliette. You & Piper are gonna close tonight. Don't fuck anything up, got it?" I heard the two of them laugh, and Bo found my eyes through the kitchen doors. He winked, then turned away. Jackie, Juliette & Ricky left, and the last table headed out about half an hour before closing time. I got everything done with time to spare, and so did Bo. At ten on the dot, he walked out of the kitchen and up to the front door, locking it. He walked over to the bar & sat down, leaning back in his chair. "I'll have a whiskey old-fashioned, sour." He smiled, clasping his hands together in front of his stomach. I began to make him his drink & he walked up behind me, placing his arms on the bar around me. "Snow's pretty bad out there. We should probably wait a little bit before we leave." He leaned his mouth against my ear when he said it, his breath tickling me. "What are we gonna do until then?" I grinned as I said it, already knowing the answer. "Ohh, I have a few ways we could pass the time." Blueberry Hill Ch. 02 I was away on holiday in Spain when I got the phone call telling me that Alice Morgan, Susannah's mother, was on the warpath and had been asking my friends where I was. It had been seven months since I had fucked her lovely daughter and claimed her cute, little cherry. Now I am told she is pregnant. Susannah apparently will not tell her parents who sired her baby but a nosey neighbour must have seen her when she came into my bungalow, hymen still and tact, and saw her when left with her hymen good and popped. I did give her a belly full of jism, it's true, but I gave her the Morning-After-Pill and watched her take it. My ten days in Spain had been great and a Spanish barmaid had spent most of the holiday in my bed banging and pounding away at my cock like she thought she would never get another fuck as long as she lived. I hadn't been home long and had hardly time to get my suitcase out of my car and into the house before I saw Alice, Susannah's mother, storming in the direction of my home with blood and thunder etched all over her face. I was just in the mood for this. I do not particularly like Alice; she is one of those bossy, loud women who think they own the whole of the neighbourhood. She is a professional complainer, with a wicked temper and is highly strung and gets very irate. She is always reporting someone to the local authority for the most trivial of things. Now she was storming towards my door with a face like thunder. There is something about angry women that turns me on. I have dealt with a few angry women in my time and there is something about them that makes me think that what they really need is a throbbing hard length of good cock up their twats - or is that a man's way of evaluating it? How does her husband put up with a dominating bitch like her I have often thought? Arnold seemed a decent sort, very much pipe and slippers, hardly the type, in my view, to bang an aggressive length of man-meat up Alice and knock some of that frustration out of her. He can be seen in the garden most days, when he isn't at work, pottering about and is always pleasant. I get the impression that he would do anything for a quiet life where his wife is concerned. Alice thumped on my door. Sitting in my kitchen with a smile on my face I ignored her at first. Let her knock a few times I thought, let her stew. When I finally opened the door I had no intention of being nice with her. In the past when she had complained about my music being too loud or when my parties ran a few hours after midnight I had always been pleasant and tried to avoid confrontation, maybe that was where Arnold went wrong. Anyway I was determined this time to meet fire with fire. I thought I had some good cards in my hand. "Have you any idea what you have done?" She railed at me. "What kind of a man are you? Do you realise that Susannah is pregnant?" "Oh that is interesting, who is the father? Have you come to invite me to the Christening?" "How dare you?" She screamed at me swinging the palm of her right hand in the direction of my face. I was ready and was expecting it and caught her wrist in mid-air before her hand reached its target. "Now Alice that is not a very nice way to treat a neighbour and especially one you have just accused of siring your first grandchild." I might have caught her right-hook before it landed on my cheek but I was not ready for her spitting all over my face. I was not going to show any anger and just laughed at her. "So you admit you are the father then do you?" "I have admitted no such thing." "Haven't you one shred of common decency in you? People like you should be strangled at birth." Alice spat the words at me like a snake spitting venom. For the first time I saw a wild gypsy-like curse in her dark brown half-crazed eyes. I decided to react in kind. "Call me whatever you like, I am still the man who de-flowered your lovely daughter and popped her cherry for her." I said gloatingly and knew immediately that it was over the top but she asked for it. "Is being crude and obnoxious something you was born with or did you have to work hard at it?" She snarled at me like a wild alley cat. "I work hard at everything I do, very hard you might say." I said with a large dose of innuendo and placing heavy emphasis on the word "hard". "You are one horrid excuse for a human being; people like you make me feel physically sick." She continued emphasising every vicious word. I smiled broadly, I was winning this exchange. "Are you going to stand on my doorstep like a fishwife letting all the neighbours enjoy this as much as I am or are you going to come inside and discuss this reasonably? If you do come in don't let your hubby see you he might get the wrong idea." "How dare you make such a suggestion? Lots of women might pass through your bedroom but it escapes me what they see you." "It didn't escape your daughter a few months ago. She was begging for it, she couldn't get her little leggies spread out fast enough for me." I reposted seeing the anger rise again until her cheeks where scarlet red. I was convinced that I had used enough sarcasm in my tone to send her scurrying back home with her tail between her legs but Alice just pushed straight passed me and was sat in my living room with her arms determinedly folded across her ample bosom before I had time to say "Make yourself comfortable." "Right, what about Susannah, are you going to face upto your responsibilities?" "Let us get this straight," I said sitting in a nearby armchair trying to calm down but still feeling in an obnoxious mood towards the woman even though she looked for all the world as if a good fuck for once in her life would do her good. "Your daughter came here a few months ago and we had sex on my bed and I gave her the morning-after-pill and brought her a glass of water and watched her swallow it. I am afraid I will take a lot of convincing that your grandchild is mine." I could see that Alice was shaken but tried to hide it. She swung her knees around to face me. I noticed that Alice was carrying a bit of weight. Now that she was sat down facing me her childbearing hips had gained a new spread-out prominence, something I love to see in a woman. Her eyes were dark like her long shoulder-length hair. She was wearing large earrings that dangled like two large gold hoops. She was wearing a gold bracelet and a number of rings on the fingers of both hands. She had tucked her black dress modestly under her knees which were firmly clamped together. Her carves were very shapely, I estimated that she was about 44. Her hands were strategically placed on her knees which were sexily smooth and rounded. I would never have remotely described her as attractive to the younger man but she had something. I got the impression that she might be Turkish. She had that Ottoman gypsy look and a mature quality about her. I bet she is a wild tiger between the sheets I thought, but how could Arnold satisfy that? Sexy thoughts were flooding through my mind every split second. I could imagine her being like a bucking bronco to ride. I have never had a thick pair of thighs around my waist while thumped cock into good pussy. "Are you serious?" She looked a bit subdued for the first time. "Are you saying she took the morning-after-pill, you saw her take it?" I was listening to what she was saying but I could not help looking at the way her knees came neatly together and how her thighs tapered outwards getting thicker to meet those wickedly attractive child-bearing hips. I was amazed at my reaction to her. I had never normally even taken a second look at a woman older than 26 and certainly not Alice. Was I turning a corner admiring this older woman with her mature matriarchal looks? For the first time in my life I was noticing things about this older woman that I had never noticed about older women before. None of my friends would think she was anything but an old hag. I would never live it down if they knew what I had been thinking right at that moment. "I am afraid I am very serious Alice, Susannah took the pill, I gave it to her and she took it." "How can you be sure she took it?" "Well there is one way to find out; I have no objection to a test. If the baby is mine my responsibility is clear." Alice looked at me quizzically; her features had softened from that of the angry woman who battered on my door only minutes before. "Has she said the baby is mine?" I continued. "Not exactly but ..." "Well, but what?" "Well, Miriam Watson saw her leave your house and told me about it, I asked Susannah and she said, in her words, that "Something had happened between you both." "Something sounds about right." I said, still trying to get my head around what it was about Alice that was stirring things in me. I was starting to notice a few other things. She did not have young looks, one or two wrinkles around her eyes. She was no longer angry with me, her face had softened. Again my eyes were drawn to her thick thighs. I found myself wishing she would cross her legs one over the other or open them enough and maybe give me a glance of some thigh. I had only ever had young slim girls and Alice was anything but that. "Has she said I am the father of her child?" "No she hasn't actually, I just assumed ..." I saw the defeated look on her face as she lowered her eyes. "I am so sorry Gary; I might have jumped the gun. She just will not say who the father is." I was about to say, "Maybe she got a taste for cock after I popped her hymen," But quickly thought better of it. Things were beginning to get civilised and the need for crude sarcasm had passed. Nevertheless it did occur to me that naughty little Susannah might have become addicted to having her cunt spunked up. How many other men had been between her thighs creaming her crack since I took her cherry? Alice was looking defeated, her harsh features seemed to relax into a more feminine look, she was going to cry I could see it coming. I handed her my handkerchief as I saw a tear well up, hold its positioning in her dark eyes for a second or two and then fall onto her face. She reached out and took the handkerchief in both hands and started to mop-up the tears. I noticed a white bra strap peep out from her dress and the thought sprang through my mind that she might be wearing white panties as well. I would love to find out, I thought. While she held the handkerchief in both hands dabbing her face her knees parted slightly and I could see just an inch or so of thick thigh, enough to tell me that her thighs would be touching each other all the way up to the top. She could open her thighs a good three or four inches and her thighs would still be touching all the way to her snatch. Why did I find this exciting? An older woman, not what I would call attractive in the normal sense of the word, certainly not by my normal assessment of attractiveness, yet here I was getting turned on by a glimpse of a white bra strap and a touch of thick thigh and a now older vulnerable woman whose daughter I had fucked just a few months previously and been foolish enough to shoot my load into her. I must stop doing that but my sex-life would never be the same if I did. I just thought the Morning After-Pill was foolproof. Alice's sudden vulnerability had made her even more attractive to me. This was the woman who only a few minutes early I had considered a battleaxe now she was suddenly very feminine as she mopped tears into my handkerchief. Could I? I mean could I, for want for a better word, fuck this woman if I had chance? I don't think I could stop myself. Could I seduce an older mature woman, a married woman? The thought excited me. Could I seduce her knickers off? He daughter's knickers had not been difficult to dispatch. Wow, what a feather in my cap, what a notch on my bedpost, mother and daughter. Also Alice being married seemed to present a much bigger challenge. I had so far never cocked a married woman. I was fantasising about this woman. I wonder how well she can take cock. I bet she has a split arse all the way from her arse-cheeks to her clit. God I want a length of cock into this woman, I was thinking as I looked at her with tears running down her face. She was definitely vulnerable at that moment and vulnerable women can have their thighs coaxed open I have found. I moved to sit next to her on the couch and took the handkerchief from her and dabbed her eyes ever so gently. "Here, let me do that." I said. She lifted her head to face me while I wiped the tears from her eyes. As our eyes met my chest tightened and my heartbeat thumped against my ribs. Her dark-brown eyes had a sparkle and a depth I had never seen before and as she looked into my eyes I thought I saw a longing, a deep sensual longing, like a desire for something long suppressed. "Alice we have got off on the wrong foot, I am sincerely sorry for my bad behaviour and the crude words. I was out of order." "Oh Gary, I am sorry too I should not have come at you like that but I have been under such a lot of stress over it. When I get stressed like that I get really bad headaches and the muscles around my shoulders and neck tighten up making matters worse. It was my fault Gary not yours." "I understand Alice. If I was in your position I would be worried too, it is only natural that you will be upset." "Look Alice, let's have a paternity test, if Susannah will agree and if the baby is mine I would be proud to be a good father if Susannah wants me, if not then I can do nothing about it. I am so sorry this has upset you so much." I said trying to placate her now and feeling confident that a test will only confirm that I am not the father. "Oh that's alright Gary, I feel such a fool. It is me that should be sorry but I have been so stressed lately." "I understand Alice. I would be stressed too in your position." I said with feigned sympathy. Now she had her knees pointing towards me touching one of my knees. I could feel the electricity. She was looking directly into my eyes as I gave her my best smile. Suddenly it occurred to me that this might be my big chance to work my way inside her kex. I wonder if her cunt is cover by a black hairy mot of hair the colour of the hair on her head. I love a well shaved pussy so I can see everything just like the barmaid in Spain. Even though she was Spanish and dark her cute, little cunt was totally bald. I just loved the way her cunt-lips spread around my shaft and how they bulged out as my thickness spread her petals. Leaning forward I placed my hands on Alice's shoulders sliding them under her dress, soothingly massaged her shoulders. Her eyes slowly closed and she rolled her head around, stretching her neck which cracked as the tension broke. "That is so nice." Alice said, "So relaxing, just what I need." "It is my speciality, I am good at gentle massage; it will do you good I promise." I watched her face and the soft countenance spread across it as my manly hands massaged her shoulders and neck. Yes, I am definitely going to fuck her, I was getting really confident that she needed to feel the therapeutic effect of thick, rigid, muscular beef inside her. That is the real reason she is here, nothing much to do with her knocked up daughter more the need for a wild fucking herself. The top button of her dress was already open to begin with and she did not complain when I opened another and moved my hands all the way inside her dress massaging the full width of her shoulders fully revealing her white bra-straps and the tops of her bra-cups. Her cleavage was deliciously curved and smooth. Standing I moved behind her and slipped her dress over her shoulders and continued the massage around her neck and down towards the tops of her breasts on either side. I could feel the tension just drifting out of her. From my vantage point I could now look down her cleavage. Her breasts, nestling in the cups of her white bra, looked soft, round and perfectly formed. My hard cock was sticking out like a totem pole and I was pressing it into her back. She did not move other than gently rolling her neck in my hands. Her knicker-gusset must be dripping wet I thought as I heard the gentle moans she was making. "Let me get some oil and massage your feet, you will feel the benefit." I said going to the Kitchen and getting some baby oil from my cabinet, I checked the Morning-After- Pill packet, I had one left; she might just need it after I have fucked her, I thought. I returned to find Alice still sat waiting for my return. You are going to be squealing your head with a cuntful of cock very soon my lovely, I thought as I sat beside hr again. "I think you will find this very relaxing, I am quite good at this if I say so myself." I said lifting one of her feet and putting it in my lap and sliding her shoe off and dropping it on the floor. "Oh, my god, I have never had my feet massaged before." Alice said as I clasped my hands around her foot and began a slow sensuous massage. Now the heel of her foot was right where I wanted it pressing against my crotch and my rock-hard manhood. Given my manly proportions of both length and width I knew it was highly unlikely that her husband could match my size and girth. Surely she couldn't fail to be impressed; her daughter had been very impressed and had taken the lot in one exotic thrust right up her. I conjured up the image of Susannah's pussy which I had committed to memory. It was such a sweet, cute little thing nestling snugly between her thighs and a deliciously protruding Mound of Venus with a perfect little pussy slit any man would want to thrust the crown of his cock into. I have seen quite a few pussies in my time and I still have the abiding memory of my thick white cum dripping out of Susannah's slit as I slowly withdrew from her. Regardless of the Morning-After-Pill had I banged her up? Now I just wanted to see what Alice had between her much thicker, more voluptuous thighs and confidently I knew I was getting there. I was making sure that her heel was rubbing against my hard cock but her face showed no sign that she was aware of it. I moved from her foot to massage her carve from her ankle to the back of her knee. I figured that if I got this right I would soon be fucking her like I had fucked her daughter, filling her pussy with jism and feeding her my last remaining Morning-After-Pill. I lifted her other leg a little higher than necessary to replace it alongside her other leg so that both feet were in my lap and as I did I verified that she was indeed wearing a gleaming pair of white panties. I saw a touch of cellulite and became even more horny and excited in a way I would never have believed possible. I was trying to stop my thoughts from rushing ahead too fast. I wanted to pull her knickers right off and spread her thighs out wide and have a good look at what I was sure would be a very cute little cunt. "That will do," she said as I slowly massaged her leg right up to her knee and she started to remove her foot from my lap. "I think I should be going, I have some work to do." Had she read my thoughts? This all seemed so sudden. I was as horny as a butcher's dog and I had to do something quick or she would be gone. Not many women get out of my house unfucked but Alice was clearly preparing to leave. "Please, I have almost finished just a couple more minutes and it will be done." I said trying to hide my desperation to keep her where she was. My cock felt harder than it had ever felt. I need to fuck Alice and fuck her right now. She seemed to relax again and I continued to massage he calves one at a time moving just a little further up to her knees and all the way back again to her feet. As I moved up to one of her knees again I let my fingers move under her dress onto her thigh. She looked so relaxed and the countenance on her face had become even softer has my hand stretched out and my fingers were half way up her thigh. Blueberry Hill Ch. 02 Suddenly she seemed to come alive, "Stop that, please stop, that is enough." "Please don't go yet," Just a few minutes earlier I was close to running my hand right up her thighs and now she had removed her feet from my lap and was putting her shoes on. Alice looked at me, the look in her eyes seemed to register that she had suddenly become aware of my true intentions. She blinked once or twice rapidly and studied me carefully. Was she really so naïve? Had she been unaware of the sexual tension I had felt during the massage, surely she had felt something. "I think I had better go." She said with a renewed firmness in her voice. "Thanks for the massage it was very nice. I feel much better." "Please just stay and have one little cup of coffee then you can go." "OK Just one small cup then I must go" She said fastening the button I had undone on her dress. "I promise, just one small cup." I said, this time betraying my desperation. Was I losing my touch? I have screwed the arse off some of the most beautiful women in this town, I thought, and this woman who is at least 18 years older than me and not at all what I would normally find sexy was about to escape unfucked. I had to admit that she was extremely sexy, deliciously attractive and highly fuckable in a way she had not been when she first arrived. I wanted her now, ached for her but what was she doing to me? My cock was rampantly erect and ready to start fucking. I went to the kitchen and made two coffees and returned placing both cups on the coffee table. She was now sat back in her original position, her dress tucked tightly under her knees which seemed more tightly clamped together than ever. I again sat beside her and looking into her eyes I again ran my hand inside her dress again feeling at her shoulder and neck, "You are a very attractive woman Alice." I said trying a bit of flattery which may well have sounded very corny and far from my normal style. "Gary, you are an extremely handsome young man and I have no doubt that lots of girls would be eager to beat a path to your bed but I am a happily married woman and I have no intention of cheating on my husband." "If I am as handsome as you say, and you are certainly as attractive as I say, don't you think we would be perfect together?" I said. "Gary, I have no doubt that you are a lovely man but you need to find a girl your own age, one you can love and who loves you, not chase every woman who comes along and certainly not a married woman." Both of my hands were now under the top of her dress stroking her shoulders over her bra straps. I moved my hands to either side of her neck and slowly pulled her towards me until our lips were only an inch apart. My eyes slowly dropped from her dark eyes, smouldering black, and traced their way down to her lips. Her lips seductively parted and I move ever so slowly to kiss her. Alice took hold of my wrists and pulled my hands away from around her neck, "Now Gary this really must stop." She said. I held both her hands in mine and again looked at her dark-brown Romany-looking eyes. How had she come by them, was she perhaps of Turkish or East European descent? She took one of her hands from mine and reached for her coffee and calmly took a sip. I was still holding her other hand and moved it along my thigh until it was laid on the hard piece of throbbing beef between my thighs with more than a small sample of precum seeping through to the outside of my trousers. Quickly and desperately I had one last move. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out into the open. It was hard and swollen and throbbing. I took her hand and moved it onto my hard shaft with it impressive length and girth. She did not move her hand even though she could not fail to feel my rampant erection as it performed little jerks in her hand. Alice drained her cup and put it back on the coffee table her hand still wrapped around my cock. "Gary, you have a very impressive cock but today it stays in your trousers. Now I must go I have much to do. Thank you for the massage I feel much better for it. Now Gary please put him back inside your trousers, it's a nice very nice cock but it is not going anywhere OK." Alice stood up and bending slightly kissed me on the forehead while I sat there with my perpendicular cock slowly deflating. "I will tell Susannah you have offered to take the paternity test but it now seems hardly necessary." She turned on her heels and walked out of the door. As I watched her walk across the road I thought I noticed a bit more of a spring in her step. Her bum seemed to wiggle a little more in her dress. Arnold was in his garden cutting the hedge with some hedge clippers. She walked up to him and gave him a kiss which was no doubt for my benefit but looked like it came as a surprise to him. What is it with women I thought? So that's it. Alice will always be the one that got away. Blueberry Hill Susannah spent the evening, sitting on the couch in Gary's arms, watching television, She was still wet and sticky. Even though she had changed her panties twice Gary's thick spunk, like a heavily concentrated gooey paste was till trickling deliciously from her slit. It had been her first time. She had often wondered what it would be like. I do hope the pill works, it has to work, she thought, then dismissed it from her mind but it was so wonderful. Later Gary checked how long Blueberry Hill lasted, only about two-and-half minutes. He thought that must have been a record seduction, even for him, though he had a lot of help from Fats Domino. Nevertheless, the passion had been wild, frenetic and fast and he had popped Susannah's sweet little cherry as well. He couldn't suppress the wry smile that crossed his lips. Life is just a bowl of cherries, he thought.