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Home For The Summer Ch. 1

By: Jigs



Summer had come to 1952 as does to every year. Harry Truman was still in the White House, but Ike seemed a likely choice to replace him in the November election. In Korea an interminable war wore on, and on, with seemingly pointless fighting along the 38th parallel that left behind countless dead and wounded American and Chinese soldiers. Me, I had just finished my Junior year at an out of state university where I was on scholarship as a basketball player. Safely deferred from the carnage in Korea as an Air Force ROTC Cadet, I was home for summer vacation and living off the fat of the land.

I had spent the first month of my vacation in ROTC Cadet training at Eglin AFB in Florida, and the next three weeks as an assistant councilor at a basketball camp in the mountains of North Carolina run by a friend of my college coach. By the time I arrived home the good paying summer jobs in construction had long since all been taken. The truth was, however, I really didn’t need a job, and didn’t want to be bothered with one. The Air Force had paid me a few bucks in salary, and being a ‘student athlete’ has its privileges. 

I had been handsomely overpaid for my time at the basketball camp, and an alumni of my school, the local Ford dealer, saw to it that while I was home I had a used car to drive, a credit card for gas, and a few dollars spending money. This arrangement was of course on the Q.T., and we were careful to stay under the NCAA radar. The car was nothing fancy, just the kind of not-quite-junk transportation that any college kid might be driving. The charges on the credit card were listed as gas for ‘demos’, and the cash that he gave me would have been impossible to track. 

By the time I arrived home that summer my parents had already moved away from the neighborhood where I had grown up. My Mother had finally convinced my father to move her from the little frame house in town where they had lived for fifteen years into one of the suburban VA and FHA subdivisions that were springing up like weeds everywhere after WWII. Who would have believed that dairy pastures and tomato fields so far from the urban core of what was at the time was still quaintly known as ‘downtown’ would ever be filled with a whole new city of houses? 

The new house was certainly a big step up for my parents. A wall of sliding glass doors at the rear of what was now called a ‘family room’ opened onto a huge roofed porch that was a part of a screened in patio that in turn surrounded a swimming pool (unbelievable--my mom and dad with a swimming pool?). The house was air-conditioned, it had a two car garage (who ever heard of having two cars in a family?), a ‘high fidelity’ record player (stereo was still in the future), and even a TV (a gadget that my father had firmly rejected until then). 

The move was not without its loss, however. Our neighbors of so many years had been left behind, and my parents were now living among strangers..., nice people I’m sure, but strangers none the less. This little story is about those a couple of those strangers, specifically those who lived next door, Mrs. Margaret (Peg) Stockton, and her daughter Carol.

Mrs. Stockton was tall, dark and willowy, a very attractive brunette in her late thirties with as good looking a set of boobs as I have ever seen on a woman before or since, and her legs were almost as perfect. She was divorced, and worked evenings from 5 to 11, Monday thru Friday, as an auditor at nearby bank reconciling the day’s transactions. Her daughter was also very pretty, although there was almost no resemblance to her mother. Carol was petite, very fair and blond, with nice legs, but no where near as well built up top as her mother. She was eighteen, and had just graduated from high school in June.

The local girls I had dated in high school were either married, scattered and out of the picture, or had new boyfriends. Dateless and lonesome, I decided to see what Carol Stockton was all about, although with some reluctance. As a sophisticated 21 year old college guy, I looked upon a date with a teenage high school girl as robbing the cradle, and I felt more than a little guilty about it. You might think a three year difference in age would be absurdly inconsequential, but to me at 21 it seemed like a lot. I needn’t have been so concerned. I soon discovered that Carol was damn popular with more attention than she could handle from boys her own age. I didn’t like to ask for dates days and weeks ahead, and consequently I had never done well with the over dated belle-of-the-ball types that Carol clearly was. I think she did sort of want to go out with me. After all I WAS a college Greek letter fraternity man and a basketball jock to boot, but she could never seem to find time for me in her busy social schedule. 

I had just about given up on her by the Saturday afternoon I knocked on the Stockton door to make one more try at inviting Carol to a movie. She wasn’t home but her mother was. Mrs. Stockton met me at the door to tell me the same bad news that I had heard so many times before. Carol was spending the afternoon on a picnic with one boyfriend, and she already had a date with still another one for tonight. I guess Mrs. Stockton must have felt sorry for me, because she invited me in and we made small talk for a few minutes. Then, right out of the blue, she asked me if I would like something to drink.

“Cola or something harder,” She offered. “I just had a swim and I’m ready to salute the sun going over the yardarm if you’d like to join me in having a highball. I have soft drinks though if you’d rather. Me, I take a little spirits every day at this time. I find its good for the digestion, and even better for my morale.” 

Well, I could plainly see she had been swimming. Her long dark hair was neatly wrapped in that towel-turban thing that women somehow tie around their head to dry their hair. Even more positive evidence though was a still wet bikini. It was as skimpy as any I had ever seen on a live woman (‘two Band-Aids and a cork’ was the 1952 facetious description for this almost nude style recently made famous on French beaches). although she had thrown on a robe to answer the door, as we walked inside the sash came untied and the robe fell open. She made no particular effort to close it, and I had my very first opportunity to inventory, and enjoy, my neighbor’s lovely tanned and taut body. 

I’ll tell you no lie, what was under that robe rattled me. I did my best not to stare, but those gorgeous tits, full and swaying, scantily covered by an almost-not-there bra just could not be ignored. My horny must have been pretty obvious, but Mrs. Stockton was a gracious hostess. She accepted the lust in my eyes as disappointment over her daughter not being home. 

“Yes ma’am,” I answered. “I’d like that. I’ll have a bourbon whiskey on the rocks if you have bourbon. Scotch or Irish will be fine if you don’t.” 

She smiled at my answer. This was one extraordinarily beautiful woman, and that smile made her even more so. I decided that this Mrs. Stockton was indeed something special, so special that even her made-to-kill-for body might be only the surface package of what she had to offer, the scant bikini not withstanding. A good pair of tits and long legs are nice, and good for a woman to have, but a smile like that always charms me right out of my tree. 

“Ah yes, a young man whose choice of liquor is beyond his years,” was her comment. 

I think she was laughing at me but I didn’t care..., I was already in love. 

“Well, I don’t know about that ma’am,” I told her. It’s what my dad always ordered, and I picked it up from him. He told me when he sent me off to school that if I didn’t get anything else out of college, he hoped I would learn to drink like a gentleman..., and when I did get drunk, to do that like a gentleman too.” 

“A wise man your dad,” she answered me handing me my whisky in a generous glass, and accentuating her words with another of those dawn-coming-up smiles. 

“Here, bring your drink out to the pool where we can be more comfortable.” 

I took the glass she offered and followed her like an obedient puppy out to the pouch by the pool. The porch, pool and patio were identical to those at my parents home except that Mrs. Stockton had a small hot tub and Jacuzzi over in one corner of he patio. She laid down on the lounge. I took a seat in on one of the chairs. He robe was still open. One nipple was about to escape from the tiny cup that was supposed to hide it, and between her legs I could see a single wisp of pubic hair that had slipped out from under the narrow strip of cloth that covered her crotch. God, but she was sexy! 

“So,” she asked me, resuming the small talk, “I know that your name is Ricky Newton, and that you’re home on summer vacation visiting your folks next door. I hear that you’re a big time basketball star at some school up north somewhere, but that’s about all. Is there anything else that you’re famous for Ricky?” 

“No ma’am, that’s about it. I’m a student athlete at Lincoln State University In Illinois. We play basketball in a fast league up there.” I threw in that last comment a little defensively because down South here if you don’t play for Duke or North Carolina, or at least for some other ACC school, nobody thinks your basketball team is worth a shit. 

“Well, I don’t think that’s quite all,” she replied. “Your mother told me that her son plays a mean game of chess, . I love to play but Carol doesn’t. She would rather chase around after boys. If you don’t have anything better to do this afternoon, perhaps you would like to entertain the neighbor lady next door with a game or two? I have the board and pieces right here.” 

“Sure,” I quickly agreed. I was quite proud of how well I played chess. I had never been in a tournament or anything, but I won almost all the time at my fraternity house and there were some good players there. The truth was tho, at that moment I didn’t give a damn what game she wanted to play. ‘Go fish’ or ‘pin the tail on the donkey,’ any game she wanted would have been fine with me. Anything for an excuse to hang around and feast my eyes on the body of this sexy and almost nude woman. 

I soon got my comeuppance on the chess board, however. This gal could some kind of play. She beat me two games to one with two draws. It didn’t help any that I couldn’t concentrate on the pieces very well while watching those sexy tits bob and sway every time she reached over the board. Besides, she kept filling my whiskey glass, and although she drank every bit as much as I did, she didn’t seem to be as tipsy and giddy as I was. Maybe that was because she wasn’t all horny watching and waiting for a lovely breast to fall out of a bikini bra. 

Hours slipped by, lost in the fierce competition of between the white and black pieces on the checkered board. While we played the sun went down, and Carol came home, changed clothes and went out again with her second date of the day. We took a time out while Carol was there for her mother to fix an evening snack for everybody. I did notice that while Carol was home, Mrs. Stockton’s robe was tied and closed, but after Carol left it somehow became untied and open again. 

It must have been almost nine o’clock by the time my neighbor and chess opponent checkmated me in our rubber match. It was pitch dark by then and the only light on the porch and patio was a small lamp shining on the chess board, and another small one over the bar in the far corner of the porch. I was three sheets to the breeze from all that whiskey, but true to my dad’s instruction, I was still trying to be a gentleman.

“Great game,” my lovely competitor commented, “you play really well. We are going to have to do this a lot this summer..., if you want to of course.” 

IF I WANTED TO? God damn wild horses weren’t going to keep me from this lady’s chess board. She didn’t even need to be in a bikini. You can bet I’d be there any time she would have me, what ever she might be wearing. 

“How about one for the road?” she asked. 

“OK,” I answered, “but just one more. All this whiskey is beginning to get to me.” 

I waited as she fixed us both another round at the bar. When she brought my glass back she was smiling again. Damn that smile anyway. In the moonlight it was even more wonderful and overwhelming. It just melted me at the knees every time she turned it on. 

“Hey,” she began,. “I don’t want to seem forward but how about taking a dip in the hot tub with me. All that nice warm water will be relaxing. When you get home you’ll sleep like a baby.” 

Now hot tubs and Jacuzzis were rare things in 1952. Except for the stainless steel ‘whirlpool’ machine in the training room at the gym, I had never been in one. In the training room I went in naked, of course, but no one else was in the tub with me. I had heard stories about the avant-garde (said to be all free love communists anyway) who took communal baths in the privacy of their own hot tubs, sometimes even in the nude according to rumor. 

During the proper and genteel ‘50s, however, most people considered sharing a bath tub, even a great big one with bubbling water, to be immodest, if not downright immoral, with or without swimming suits. That you were married to your bathing partner didn’t alter that general opinion in the least, and here I was being invited to soak with a lovely lady whom I had never even met before today. Was this proper? Who cared! Did I want to sit in a tub of hot swirling water with a beautiful woman wearing a bikini that was hardly there? Damn right I did! I would have sold my soul to the devil for the chance..., but there was a problem..., would she let me bathe with her in my underwear. 

“Yes Ma’am, that sounds great. But I’m not dressed for it. I’d have to go in my boxer shorts.” I also thought..., “And Yeah, I will also need a big sack to cover the hard-on I’m going to have”..., but of course I didn’t say any of that out loud. 

“Oh pooh’” she answered me. “I know what the male anatomy looks like, and anyway I’ve been walking around almost nude all afternoon. It’s your turn now. Get those pants off. We’re going to parboil you in your shorts.” 

She knelt at my feet to help take my shoes off. It was a quite innocent gesture of course, but to have an almost nude woman at his feet can unhinge a guy’s sense of reality. That bare female back curtsying before me sent a flood of erotic fantasies racing thru my head. Wasn’t I a Sultan and she one of my harem girls come to pleasure me for the night? Or perhaps I was the district attorney and she the wife of an accused criminal willing to trade her body for his freedom? More likely she might have been nothing more than my most recent female conquest, seduced by my sophisticated charm and big dick, and now on her knees begging for me to fuck her again? The reaction of my prick was inevitable. By the time she and I had my shirt and pants off, I had a full erection, and worse, the damn thing was in plain view with maybe eight of its nine inches sticking out through the fly of my boxers. 

“My goodness Ricky,” she exclaimed. Her eyes got big, apparently in honest amazement. “Where did you get that thing. I told you that I knew about male anatomy but I’ve never seen one THAT big. Do the girls around here know you’re armed like this? Surely not, or you wouldn’t need to be over here asking my daughter to go with you to the movies. And speaking of my daughter, I don’t think I want Carol to go out with you at all. If she finds out how well you’re hung, you may be more temptation than she could stand.” 

She wasn’t serious, only teasing me. I knew because she was giggling the whole time, and damn, there was that smile again. Smile at me like that lady and you can make fun of my dick all you want. Jesus, but I was frustrated. I wanted this woman so bad my nuts were aching, and I didn’t have a clue how to do anything about it. So, I just stood there like a fool with a silly I’m-a-good-sport grin on my face, embarrassed and blushing a beet red as she went on to discuss my exhibitionist problem. 

“Look, under the circumstances,” she said glancing down at my rampant penis, “I think we might as well dispense with these shorts. They don’t seem to be holding or hiding a thing. You’ll just have to soak in the nude. A young man with your build and a dick like that certainly has no reason to be modest anyway. When I was in Junior High, we had a swimming hole down at the river where we girls would slip away and go skinny dipping with the boys. It was fun to be so naughty, and it gave the guys with big penises a chance to show off on the bank. 

We girls called them ‘bank-walkers’, and poked fun at them even when secretly we might have been just a little impressed. You, Ricky, would have made a great bank-walker. Still, I can understand you don’t want to be the only one naked in my tub. That wouldn’t be fair I agree. I guess the only thing for me to do is to soak naked too. I’d bet you’ve seen most of my goodies by now anyhow so what do I have to hide? Besides, to be honest with you, I always hot tub in the nude. I firmly believe that any other way is stupid, Victorian, and prudish. I don’t go wadding in the ocean surf with my shoes on, and I don’t bathe in my clothes..... “ 

“Here untie me.” She turned abruptly offering me the string bow at the back of her bra. 

I was certain I had just died and gone to heaven. Here I was stripping the bra off the best set of tits I had ever seen while the beautiful woman who went with them was pulling down her panties. Another of those smiles lit up her face as she turned back to face me again, buck ass naked now. That confused me even further. As much as I wanted to look down and admire those bare sexy jugs of hers, and get my first good look at her pussy, I couldn’t take my eyes off her face and that smile. Her eyes were such soft and loving pools as they stared into mine that I was partly paralyzed and entirely speechless. I stood there dumbly, too hypnotized to take this dream of a woman in my arms and hug her against my body, erection and all, as I now know I should have. 

Fortunately I had stumbled upon a woman who was as understanding about my shy inexperience and stupidity as she was beautiful. She certainly had every reason to laugh at me, but instead she took me by the hand and led me over to the hot tub partially hidden in its dark corner lit only by moonlight. She left us in the dark, but with the flick of a couple of switches, and the turn of some valves, steaming hot water was soon swirling and bubbling thigh deep in that little tub. And it WAS little. I suspect this was a tub built to hold one person only. Two people at the same time might be possible, but it was going to be a tight squeeze. My bath partner said we should try to sit side by side, meshing together as if we were pieces in a puzzle. 

She put me in first, her hands guiding me gradually into a temperature that at first seemed scalding, but which soon eased to just damned hot as I became accustomed to the heat. Once she had me seated, she carefully slithered her naked body across mine (God, if I could only have canned that feeling and saved it forever), and then slipped sideways past my flank into the tiny unused hole beside me. We may have been crowded together like two sardines in a can, but we were none the less successfully seated more or less side by side. Trust me! I had no objections. The sensations that ran through me were absolutely incredible! A lovely feminine naked body was pressing against my flank, and my libido was rising to a boiling point even hotter than the water I was sitting in. 

“I hope you don’t mind being a little crowded.” she apologized. “I don’t want you to think I’m getting fresh. It’s just that there isn’t much room. But isn’t the water just wonderful.”


Home For The Summer Ch. 1



My god, could it be that this woman did not know what it was doing to me to have her smooth bare skin rubbing against mine? Wonderful the water may have been, but the word was miles short of being truly descriptive of the feminine flesh I was REALLY enjoying. Bliss perhaps! Rapture maybe! Reverie maybe, but just ‘wonderful’ was a grossly inadequate word. 

Oh how I wanted to fuck this woman, and yet how could I tell her that and not make a fool of myself? 

I’m no cocksman. My father was a southerner of the old school. He taught me that a real man must always be a gentleman, and a gentleman never insults the honor of a lady. This was a code too deeply ingrained for me to put the hard make on the girls I dated, and probably explains why I didn’t get laid very often. This once, however, perhaps because all my blood had left my head and run into my penis, l was panicked into an attempt at an arrogant and less than honorable pass at this naked lady with whom I unaccountably found myself sharing a bubbly bath tub.

“Mrs. Stockton....,” I began, but she interrupted. 

“I think ‘Mrs. Stockton’ is a little formal under the circumstances. Most people who I snuggle up to in the nude call me Peg. I’d like for you to do so too.”

“Ah, sure, Mrs...... er, Ma’am... I mean Peg.” I was stammering now, off balance even at the inception of my plan, and fast loosing my nerve. I managed to rally some, however, recovering just enough of my false courage to tell her something of the desire that was raging inside me. 

“No! No, I’m fine. Great! Terrific! You can’t imagine how good this feels. There is one thing tho, I sorry to be so forward and fresh, and I do apologize..., but it drives me crazy to have you up against me..., maybe..., I mean I hope..., I hope I feel good to you too. God help me Mrs..., I mean Peg, but I want to kiss you. I’m dying to kiss you. Would you be angry if I kissed you?” 

Now I’ve done it I thought. She’s going to slap my face and tell me to get my insolent kid ass home where it belongs. But she didn’t. For a moment or two she looked at me seriously as if trying to read something in my eyes. Maybe she found what she was looking for. Maybe she recognized my tortured overwhelming need for her body..., and for her smile. Then it happened. Slowly, bit by bit, beginning at the corner of one lip, and then spreading across her face to her eyes, the sun broke out again..., she was smiling, another of those lovely smiles. 

“I’m so sorry Ricky. I didn’t know I was teasing you. How cruel of me. My husband once called me a prick tease. I guess there were, and maybe there still are, times when he was right, but I swear I never mean to be. Sometimes I am just selfish and don’t pay as much attention as I should. You see I have so enjoyed having your company today, so much so that I didn’t want you to leave. I have a confession. It was scandalous of me, but I purposely baited you with my body to keep you here today. Moreover, hussy that I am, I don’t regret it for a moment. It may have been cruel to you but it worked for me. And no, you are certainly not alone in enjoying the touch of our bodies together. It may be hard for you to believe under the circumstances, but ordinarily I just wouldn’t do this sort of thing. Indeed it has been so long since..., since..., Oh hell I can’t go into that..., but I don’t mind admitting that it feels very good indeed to have young male muscles rubbing my flanks and my thighs. God, since we have been sitting here, all I can think about is how nice it would be to have your chest against my breasts. Us old broads get horny too, you know.” 

“Of course you can kiss me. Please kiss me Ricky.” 

With that request, her hands grabbed at the back of my head and pulled my face to hers. We kissed long and hard, our tongues dueling as if to prove who wanted the other the most. When she pulled me to her, my body rolled toward hers, and in our tight quarters there was no place for me to end up but partly on top of her. As I began to recover from the shock of our kiss I realized that my chest was indeed shoved against one of her breasts. More than that, my raging hard-on was now also pressing against her belly only slightly to the side and just above her pussy. I wondered just how Peg might react to being under me in an almost-ready-to-be-fucked position like this. Had I made an inadvertent mistake that over played my hand? 

When we finally pried our mouths apart, however, Her first words were reassuring. She enjoyed where I was, the weight of my body on hers, and the feel my rod near her pussy, as much as I enjoyed being on top of her. 

“God, Ricky, You have a great cock. I can feel it pressing on my belly so close to my sex, so promising. I love it there. Its been so long since a man’s erect penis has laid on my belly and threatened my pussy. I’m sorry I was such a prick teasing bitch. I won’t be any more I promise. Here, let me make things up to you.” 

Her hand was on my shaft, slowly, lovingly, jacking me, pulling at my erection, stretching me toward her cunt. I tried to reply in kind with one hand on a tit, my mouth on a nipple, and my free hand searched the hollow between her legs. It found what it was looking for there. As quickly and simply as that I seized the sexual core of my dream woman in the palm of my hand. There was no protest from her, only quiet moan. Playfully I caressed her pussy lips with my fingers while my thumb found her clit. It wasn’t hard to locate. In her excitement that little nub was as erect as my cock, just a whole bunch smaller. I slid my social finger as deep as it would reach inside her slit, and as I did, I gave her nipple a love bite. She moaned as before, but louder now. I released her nipple from my teeth that I might demand her surrender.

“What do you want Peg? What do you want me to do to you?” 

“Oh, Ricky, Please Ricky, Please take me now. Please! I want you inside me! I can’t stand it. I beg you, FUCK ME RICKY! Fuck me with your big cock!” 

The slow jacking of my cock by her hand was already beginning to call up a flood of sperm from my balls, and I was every bit as on fire as she was. Ironically, the missionary fuck position turned out to be the best way for two people to share that little hot tub. With me between her legs, and her back against the tub wall, it was relatively easy for me to reach her tits with my hands if not my mouth, and with me on top, there was room to spread her legs for my hips. I wasn’t inside her yet but I was in the saddle and in control. This lovely female was a captive under me and at my mercy, waiting helplessly for me to fuck her. There was no choice, no escape, but then neither was there any protest nor struggle from my victim. To the contrary, it was her dainty hand that reached into my crotch and guided my member into the portal of her sex. 

“Please, go easy Ricky,” she begged me. “You’re so big you’ll hurt me. I’ve never been fucked with a cock as big as yours. Please be gentle with me.” 

Slowly I eased my hips downward, and inch by inch my penis disappeared inside this unbelievably sexy woman. I could hear her gasp as she struggled to take my entire length into her love chute. Her hands were no longer needed to guide my cock, and her arms reached around me and clasped behind my back. With that iron grip she hugged me to her body so closely that I could no longer reach her breasts to caress them. What I could do was kiss her, and gratefully I did so, plunging my tongue into her mouth like a small imitation penis. 

I regretted that we had not sucked each other before we fucked, but so ready were we, and so great was our need for each other, that there had been no time. I felt certain there would be other opportunities with more leisure in which to enjoy each other. Then she would suck me and I would eat her pussy. What delicious thoughts! As I worked my cock ever deeper inside her, my head filled with visions of what she might look like all naked and on her knees, her lips stretched with a mouthful of my meat. The picture was such a delight that I could swear my cock swelled even larger inside her cunt. 

I was all the way inside her now, all the way to my balls. My lover was babbling in my ear. 

“My God, Ricky, I have never been so full. No woman has ever been so full of a man as this. I am in heat, so ready to be fucked. I have never been this way before, not ever. My poor pussy is so stretched it aches..., and I LOVE IT. Oh, God, FUCK ME RICKY!!! Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. MORE, MORE, oh give me MORE. God how I love your penis. It has me split open and still I can’t get enough of it. Fuck me now Rick. Fuck me with your great penis and make me cum.” 

I was willing, and I knew I couldn’t stand much more of this before I blew my own wad. Gritting my teeth, fighting against my own climax, I began to raise and lower my hips, pounding her with my cock, determined to make my penis forever the unrivaled master of her cunt. Peg was babbling incoherently. Her arms were no longer clasped around me, and her hands floating free raked my back with her nails drawing blood. I felt no pain. 

It was maybe three minutes later when Her body shuddered under me like a leaf in the wind. Her scream in my ear confirmed it..., her orgasm had come, not just once but in a long string. Then, at that ideal peak of her passion, my ejaculation came following along behind. 

Exhausted we lay there silently in the warmth of that bubbling water for a very long time. I was still on top of her, between her legs, and my softening cock remained deep inside her pussy, soaking in whatever of our mutual juices the swirling hot water had not washed away. It was Peg (it is so much easier for me to call her by her first name now that I have fucked her) who first interrupted our quiet moments of erotic reverie. 

“Carol might come home any minute now. I don’t want her to catch her slutty mother like this. We need to get dressed and get you home.” 

“Peg,” I assured her, “you are the least slutty woman I have ever known, although you certainly are the sexiest. I have been laid before, but you are the only woman I have ever made love with. God, Peg, that was just extraordinary, far above and beyond any sex I have ever had before.” 

“It was that wasn’t it,” she replied. “Believe me, if I had my druthers I’d spend all night with you in here, but I’d can’t let my daughter know that I have seduced the neighbor’s son. We must get out of this tub and get you dressed and out of here.” 


Minutes later with the help of his gorgeous naked woman I was dried and dressed. Peg had put on her robe without bothering with her bikini. I hugged her close, then pulled open the robe and kissed each nipple in turn before raising my head for another of those passionate French kisses on her mouth. Neither of us had mentioned anything about what might happen tomorrow. Peg let her head roll back and whimpered a little with each caress of her breasts by my hands. 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” I asked. 

“Ricky we mustn’t.” 

“Just for a game of chess?” I pleaded. 

“Well..., you can come over, but just for a game of chess. 

“Will Carol be home?” I asked. 

“No” was her only answer and she dropped her eyes as if to avoid any discussion about what that might mean. 

I let it go at that and left. I would be back tomorrow. 

To Be Continued…



Home For The Summer Ch. 2



I didn’t want to seem too eager, but it wasn’t easy to kill the two and a half hours after breakfast Sunday morning until it seemed decent for me to show up at Peg’s door. She was in a bikini again, a different one than yesterday but just as skimpy. Wet and beautiful, damn but she looked delicious. Today, however, I was ready for her. I was in my swim trunks too, no shirt, no shoes, ready for action.

“Good morning, Peg,” I greeted her. “I’m back for that chess game just like I promised. Hot day isn’t it. Mind if I join you in he pool?”

There was that smile again. “Well..., just a swim you understand,” she said cautiously. Then perhaps as a warning she was quick to add, “Carol’s still here and there’s no telling when her date will be here to pick her up for the beach.” 

The way she said that bothered me. Carol was still here..., damn, but what really distressed me the undertone. Peg sounded almost hopeful that her daughter might not be leaving anytime soon.

Whether she was glad to see me or not tho, I was thru the door, and I had no intention of leaving. She led me out to the patio where she hit the deep end of the pool with a graceful running dive. Either she wanted me to chase her in the water, or she was trying to find a place to hide. Well, I was more than willing to chase her, and I for damn sure wasn’t going to let her hide from me. Into the pool I went in right behind her. Under water I swam toward the pair of long lovely legs I could see treading water out in front. I came up beneath her with one arm hugging her body close to mine, and the other sliding my hand inside her bikini bra hunting for the lovely sensitive breast I knew was in there. That soft full tit felt wonderful in the palm of my hand, and for just an instant I’m certain I saw a flash of that same desire as I had seen in her eyes last night. Never the less she pulled away.

“Now, Now, none of that,” she scolded me. We’ll talk about this later, but Carol is still here, and as wonderful as that feels, you just must keep your hands to yourself, at least for now.”

I didn’t like the sound of that “at least for now” either, but there was no chance for me to answer. Speak of the devil! Carol walked onto the porch even as her name was called. She too was in a bikini, not as scandalous as that of her mother’s, but pretty small none the less. She too looked damn good, not as classically beautiful as her mother, nor as sexy either, but if she wasn’t a 10, she damn sure was a 8.5 or 9.0. 

“Joe will be here soon mother,” she announced. “You two have fun playing, what is it..., chess? I’ll be home for supper. I’ll be exhausted I expect, so I won’t be going out this evening. I guess you’ll have to put up with me hanging around.”

I would swear that she was talking to me more than her mother. At any rate she was looking right at me when she slipped in that snide comment about “what is it..., chess,” and the emphasis on “hanging around’ made it sound like she knew damn well she might not be welcome.

“Interesting,” I thought, “I wonder where this little bitch is coming from.” 

Before I could deal with that unknown, however, Peg had scrambled onto the pool deck and announced that she was going to get dressed and would be back in a minute. It was all too plain that Peg was using the safety of her daughter’s presence to shed that provocative bikini. I remembered what she had said last night when I was leaving her. “...but just for a game of chess.” No doubt about it. She is for certain trying to keep a respectable distance from me. I took some comfort in the realization that last night had been a pretty sudden thing, and some morning after remorse was to be expected. 

Then she dropped the real bomb just as she went out the door. “Federal Auditors will be at the bank tomorrow. I have to work tonight to have our books ready. If you’re hanging around here Carol, you’re going to be by yourself unless you can get Ricky to stay and entertain you. Maybe he could teach you to play chess. I can tell you, he’s real good at it.” 

Her eyes twinkled at those last sentences. I don’t think the double entendre joke was lost on any of us. It certainly wasn’t on me,

Carol stayed on the porch for a few minutes while I treaded water in the pool, but she was pretty frosty toward me and we didn’t speak. That was all right with me. I had a problem of my own. My little tussle with Peg in the water had me with an embarrassing hard-on, and with Carol hanging around I couldn’t leave the cover of the pool until it went down, which the damn thing refused to do. Just then the front doorbell rang and Carol ran to answer it. I had been saved by the bell so to speak. 

I heard voices out front and then the door slam right after a “By Mom; See ya later” came floating out from the family room into the patio, I was just climbing out of my watery cover, erection and all, when Peg came back from changing clothes. She looked gorgeous. She had dried her hair and tied it back in a pony tail. She had on white linen shorts, not short shorts, but not long ones either. Up top she had on one of those summertime cotton bra tops with a loop around the neck to hold it up, and straps at the bottom that wrap around the back and tie in a bow at the bare midriff above the exposed belly button. It was all I could do to keep from reaching for that bow right away and giving it a pull. That bra top and those shorts, and the considerable female flesh they left in view, weren’t helping my hard-on problem a bit.

Peg giggled at my predicament, and stole a line from an old Mae West movie, “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me.”

“I grinned back and assured her it was not gun. The sunshine on her face faded into a serious frown, however, as she sat down on the lounge and motioned me to come sit beside her.

“Sit down here Ricky, I need to talk to you,” was the way she began, and I could see right away the my Peg was deep into a guilt trip, and I wasn’t going to like what she was about to tell me.

“Look, Ricky, I’m so ashamed. What were we thinking of? No, what was I thinking of? I’m old enough to be your mother. I shouldn’t have allowed you to fuck me” 

“Peg,” I interrupted, “DON’T! How old you are didn’t matter last night and it doesn’t matter now. I had the best sex of my life, not with ‘an-older-woman’, but with the most beautiful and desirable female I have ever known. So, we enjoyed each other. There is nothing wrong with two unmarried adults having wonderful sex together regardless of any difference in ages. We hurt nobody. We betrayed nobody. Neither of us have anything to feel guilty about. 

“Oh, but Ricky, I do feel so guilty, so slutty. I don’t know what got into me last night. I’m not that way at all. I was lonesome and feeling sorry for myself when you dropped in out of the sky. You were an answer to a depressed and horny woman’s prayer, but that’s no excuse for me going into heat. I was just going to tease you a little to keep you around. I was so enjoying your company, talking with you, laughing with you, playing chess with you. Why did I let things get so out of hand?

“Well, for one thing Peg,” I told her, “’things got out of hand’ as you put it, because I pushed them that way. I may be a bit young, but I think I should get a little credit, or blame, for seducing you..., me and the liquor at least.”

Peg thought a minute considering what I said. “Its true I had more to drink than I should have. I had a pretty good buzz on about the time you showed me that absolutely delectable big cock..., and one thing led to another. You were so sweet when you were telling me how aroused you were..., and asked to kiss me... Do you know how long its been since a man asked to kiss me? It has been forever, and I don’t think I have EVER been asked or kissed so lovingly or with such sincerity. After that kiss I couldn’t resist reaching out to feel your cock. It was right there on my belly next to my pussy. I knew you wanted me, and it would be long and fat ..., and hard. Then when you started to feel my tits and my pussy..., forgive me Ricky, but I had to have you inside me. God, you must think I’m such a slut!’

Why would she think that I wondered? This is not only the most beautiful woman I have ever known, she’s certainly the most lovable as well. I tried hard to tell her that. 

“Peg, you weren’t, and you aren’t, a slut! I didn’t fuck you because you were beautiful, available, drunk or horny, or even because of that bikini. Those are damn good reasons I will admit, but they don’t really apply to what happened last night. I swear it was you..., you and that smile of yours..., that I made love to. I refuse to regret something so loving and natural, and I wish you would too.”

Peg shook her head slowly as if to reject what I was telling her. “Oh that’s well and good for you to say. You’re a man. It’s all right for you to do things like that, but when a woman with a daughter almost as old as her lover does the dirty deed, trust me..., everybody will agree--she’s a slut!” 

“CRAP,” I answered, “nobody knows so nobody cares. Nobody but me anyway and you can bet you’re no slut to me. I promise you, nobody will ever know because whose to tell? Certainly not me. Anyway if that is what people think, then they’re wrong. They don’t know. They weren’t there. Don’t ruin what we have together because of what some unknown somebody who doesn’t count anyway might think.” 

“Look, I realize you’re trying to tell me that you don’t think we should have a repeat performance. Well won’t lie to you--I do, and I think that except for this silliness about our ages, you do to. Still, if you are really so stubbornly determined as all that, so be it. I regret that. I will regret it for the rest of my life. Still, I will respect your decision. At the same time, however, you owe me a fair and fighting chance. I promise not to ask you to do anything you really don’t want to, but I won’t promise to quit trying to change your mind. You have to give me that opportunity. Fair enough?”

Peg studied me as if debating my offer. “All right,” she finally agreed, “but you’ve got to play fair. I may get weak and let you feel me, or press that big cock of yours up against me, but even if do egg you on a little, if I tell you to stop, you must promise to stop.”

“O.K., deal,” I told her. “With this understanding. When you say stop, I can ask you twice more if that’s really what you want. You must tell me three times, or ‘no’ really doesn’t mean ‘no’. Three times so we can both be sure you mean it. O.K.?”

“Somehow I think you’re stacking the deck here,” she told me. “Three times, that’s a lot of pressure on a girl who already knows what is waiting for her between your legs, but O.K. I’m already giving in too easy, and that’s a bad sign. You’re such a lover, can I really deny you anything three times? I guess that’s only fair tho. Be good to me Ricky. I’m pretty fragile right now and its obvious that I’m not very good at this sort of thing.”

“Well I’m glad that’s settled,” I told her with a grin. “I’ll tell you what. You make us some sandwiches and iced tea and I’ll set up the chess board.

Peg giggled and gave me her best smile. “Just like a man. Volunteering for the tough job. I’ll be back in a flash with the hash.”

We settled into our game after that. Peg was fidgety and not playing well. She repeatedly fell into clumsy traps that she had easily avoided yesterday. I won the first game easily and early in the second, I had already forced her king into a nearly hopeless corner. She was bent over the board frowning at it when I reached across the table and tilted her surrounded King over on its square--the chess sign of surrender.

“You don’t want to play chess,” I told her as I got up and walked around behind her. “your mind isn’t on it, but I know what you are thinking about. The same thing I am.” I nuzzled my lips against the back of her neck, then blew in her ear before running my tongue inside.

“Stop now!” she told me. “We have a deal remember”

“I remember, but wasn’t there something in that deal about saying ‘no’ three times?” My arms were around her now, and from outside her bra top I was holding a breast in each hand. She whimpered, and then moaned.

“Do you really want me to stop Peg? You don’t do you? You can’t even say it twice can you?”

“No” she said in a whisper.

“’No’ what woman? ‘No’ as in stop, or ‘no’, as in I can’t say ‘stop’ anymore?”

“Please Ricky, I’m so weak! don’t torment me like this. You know very well what I’m saying. ‘No’ as in please DON’T stop.”

I reached for that bow I had been wanting to pull all day and gave it a tug. The bottom of her bra top loosened, and I pulled it up to bare her breasts. All that smooth lovely tit flesh was now free and available to the caress of my hands. I squeezed gently on first one and then the other, playing with her nipples by rubbing them between thumb and forefinger. If there was still any doubt, her repeated moans confirmed that this contest of wills between us was over and I had won.

“What do you want now Peg? Tell me Peg! What should I do with you now?”

“Oh Ricky Please,” came her quiet answer. “Strip me Ricky. Take me off to my bed naked like the helpless slut I am. Lay me on my back and make me spread for you. Fuck me Ricky. Oh God Ricky, I need you so. Fuck me with your great cock!”

I stood her up from her chair, and squatted behind her. I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of her shorts, and gave a single hard downward yank. The shorts slid down her long legs to just above her ankles. Her panties came down along with them. Daintily she pulled her feet free and she was nude now below the untied top that was still looped around her neck. I took full advantage. I caressed each of those lovely bare buttocks with my hands and lips before I stood up and turned her around to face me. 

As we broke the kiss I forced upon her mouth, Peg raised her hands to her neck and started to pull her head out of the top loop of her bra top that was hanging loosely from her neck. I jerked her hands away. I had conquered this lovely woman and I meant to claim my prize as any conquer would. I twisted the slack front of the now useless top into an improvised leash leaving the shoulder loop still in place around her neck. It was by this ceremonial restraint that I led my naked captured lover off to her bed in triumph.

From the time she had begged me to fuck her, neither of us had spoken, nor was it necessary to now. Once inside her bedroom, I released the neck of my beautiful captive, and spread her naked on her bed. Instinctively she parted her legs and brought her knees up, exposing her pussy to my pleasure. Ready as she was for my cock, however, I had other ideas. From the foot of the bed I crawled into that cradle between her raised thighs. My shoulders pressed under her legs forcing them up and back, and my head hung directly over her pussy.

“OH GOD,” came her scream as I brought my mouth down on her pussy and drove my tongue inside her. “Oh God, that feels so good. What a stallion you are! Eat me, my boy stallion. Please, eat me. Eat me until cum.” 

I stayed with her, licking her slit, lashing with my tongue at the little nub of clitoris that was peeking out from its protecting fold of flesh. I felt her shudder as she announced the arrival of her orgasm

OH GOD! I’M CUUMMING. OH GOD, ITS SO GOOD..., SO GOOD...SO GOOD!

I would like to have stayed there punishing her with orgasm after orgasm for her stubborn foolishness this morning. I could wait no longer, however. My cock ached to take her pussy. Anyway, it would be more fitting to punish her with the cock she had tried to refuse. Crawling upward, I cleared myself past her thighs, but by hooking her legs with my elbows, and lifting my body up on top of hers, I carried her legs with me forcing her knees back upon her own shoulders. Her cunt was left behind at the mercy of my cock.

“Tell me again Peg! Ask me to fuck you! Beg me to fuck you!

“Oh yes, my young stallion. Take me! Fuck your old mare. Fuck me Please, I beg you.”

“No more foolish guilt either. Tell me that I own you. Tell me that you love my cock. Tell me I can fuck you anytime I want.” I was demanding her total surrender as I felt my penis slip inside her. For emphasis I punched it halfway deep into her crack.

Oh God yes Ricky, that feels so good. You do own me. I love your young cock. I never want to be without it. I’m so sorry for trying to refuse you. I’ll never deny you again I promise. You can fuck me any time, all the time. Please just fuck me now. 

And fuck her I did. My lovely Peg was wet and slick, a female in heat, begging over and over for more and harder, screaming out with one orgasm after another. I did not last nearly as long as I would have liked altho in my excitement, how long that was I couldn’t tell you. All I know is that long before I wanted, my seed came boiling out of my balls and into her pussy.

Sated I wanted to stay in her arms and cuddle, enjoying the moment, as we had done the evening before, but Peg would have none of it.

“Damn you, Ricky Newton!” She was laughing at me, and once again..., there was that smile I loved so. 

“You won’t leave me alone, so I won’t leave you alone either. You want to fuck me do you? Well I intend that you shall do just that. Your old gal slut wants more of that big ol’ cock of yours so let’s see if we can’t bring some life back into it shall we. You have a hot pussy on your hands that needs more service.”

With that my well used and now flaccid penis disappeared into her mouth as she crouched over me, her head bobbing, going down on her man. I watched in awe. I swear there is nothing sexier than a woman’s lips stretched around a great big cock, sucking sweetly to make it hard with the promise that it will soon fuck her cunt. I don’t know which I enjoyed more, the warm smooth attention of her mouth, or the sexy scene of her servicing my penis.

It didn’t take her long either. In what seemed only minutes she had me erect and ready to go again. The edge was off tho, and this time we were less frantic in the pleasure we took from each other. There would be another difference also. I had just finished sucking her nipples into hard nubs, and her pussy was leaking it juices once again, when out of the blue, Peg made a request I didn’t expect.

“I hope you won’t think your woman is hopelessly kinky, but I want you to do something for me, Ricky. I want you to dog fuck me, put me on my knees or my belly and take me from behind. I don’t know why but it me sets me on fire to be fucked like a bitch.”

Sounded good to me! Within the minute I was kneeling behind her with my cock in my hand while Peg rested on her knees and elbows, and wiggled her wet pussy at me like a poodle in heat. Her cunt was open and well stretched from the wild fuck we had so recently finished. I had no difficulty sliding my full length home to the hilt with a single thrust. I pumped at her like that for some minutes as she begged for more, but just kneeling behind her wasn’t enough for me. I had to feel her flesh, have her tits in my hands, have her taste on my tongue.

I pushed her forward collapsing her flat on the bed. This was better. I could lay on her back now and feel her skin against mine. I could reach under her and take a tit in each hand. I could kiss and lick her ears, her neck, and that tender spot between her shoulder blades. Perhaps best of all, the depth and extent of each thrust into her pussy was necessarily limited. We would both last a very long time like this, each of us enjoying the body of the other to the utmost. At last, as our respective orgasms did finally catch up with us, they were well worth waiting for. 

“Oh my goodness Ricky, what am I going to do with you?” my darling Peg asked me when at last her breath returned to her lungs after being crushed under my weight. 




Home For The Summer Ch. 2



“You have made a slut of me for sure now..., but I must admit it is all so good. We need get up, and move it on out tho. I need to get dressed for work, and anyway, Carol will be home soon. I am pretty sure she guessed that you fucked me last night. Something in the smile on my face must have given it away. Even so, I just as soon not let her catch me naked with your cock in my cunt.”

I was dressed and just about ready to leave when as she kissed me goodbye, she dropped a bombshell in my lap.

“There’s something about Carol you don’t know. She’s pretty sexually active, has been since she was about fourteen. She’s a big girl now so I don’t try to be a nagging mother about it any more. She never forgave me for divorcing her father, and she’s been working on getting even ever since. She can be a perfect little bitch if I have a man sniffing around me. She will try to take you away from me, break us up by seducing you. She has done it before. Well it isn’t going to work this time. I have faith in my boy stallion. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, and I think he can take care of both of us if he has to. Ricky, I swear I don’t care if you fuck her. In fact I hope that you do, as long as you come back to me. It would teach the little bitch a lesson.

With that to think about I went home for supper. Visions of having two good looking women, mother and daughter at that, available to regularly service my dick were dancing in my head.

To Be Continued…



Home For The Summer Ch. 3



I had planned to stay home after supper, but Peg’s warning about her daughter Carol left me with an itch between my legs that I couldn’t reach to scratch. It seemed all too incredible for belief. Would the little blond bitch who wouldn’t even go to the movies with me actually play bed hockey with my stick just to ruin her mother’s relationship with me? Could I believe that Peg really didn’t care if I fucked her daughter, much less that she even hoped I would? Would Peg really continue to make love to me even if my cock was visiting from time to time in her daughter’s pussy as well? With questions like that bouncing around in my head looking for answers, there was no way I could sit still through the Ed Sullivan Show on TV.

I rang the doorbell at the Stockton home about 7:45. Carol answered the door wearing a rather worn terry cloth bath robe. I suspected the robe was all she had on. She did look lovely though. Although a little damp, her hair was carefully swept up into an attractive bun, and neatly pinned. She was either not long out of the pool, or had just finished bathing. If my guess about no swim suit inside her robe was correct, the likely choice was that she had only recently come from her shower. Yet, something didn’t fit here. Her hair was too perfectly done, her face too carefully made up, the paint on her nails too fresh, and I could smell perfume. Strange! Why would a girl alone and on her way to bed doll herself up to the nines? 

“Hi Carol,” I greeted her, “I know you’re here by yourself tonight. Would you like some company?”

“Hi Ricky,” she answered me, I certainly would. This place is like a tomb. I was hoping you’d drop by. Come with me out to the pool. The moon’s out and its a pretty night, I’ll get you a drink... bourbon on the rocks isn’t it?

“Yeah that’ll be fine” I told her taking a seat on the a small patio couch that was capable of a modest swinging motion within the limits of its supporting base. I don’t know what they call that kind of couch today, but in the ‘50’s and before it was called a ‘glider.” There was a similar ‘glider’ chair suitable for one person only strategically located facing the couch. When I sat down it was with the assumption that Carol would take that chair. 

I was wrong. Just as Peg had warned me, Carol had something else in mind.

On the way over with my drink... surprise, surprise... the sash on Carol’s robe came loose and although she made a fumbling try at closing it with her free hand, my earlier suspicions were confirmed. The only thing under that robe was a bare assed Carol Stockton. 

Mother and daughter may have been at odds over me, but when I was around, they had at least one thing in common. Neither one seemed to be able to keep her sash tied or her robe closed. We didn’t know much about genes in the 50’s. Those kind of familial coincidences were usually blamed on ‘something in the water,’ but when it came to these two, I doubt their water supply had anything to do with it. 

Neither did Carol take a seat in the chair in front of me as I had expected. Instead, as she handed me my drink she dropped down beside me on the glider couch. Nor did she sit in the usual way with her feet on the floor. Rather she landed sitting sideways, with her legs up on the couch between us, and her calves and feet folded back under her thighs. This abrupt sprawl onto the couch popped her robe even wider open both top and bottom. Exposed was an expanse of tempting teenage female flesh that included a lot of thigh and one pretty little tit and nipple. Carol pretended not to notice, and went on chatting with me. I played along, trying not to stare (with only limited success), and chatted back at her as if I was discussing the new choir robes with Mother Superior.

After about ten minutes of sparring aimlessly, the conversation got down to business. 

“You are fucking my mother aren’t you Ricky?’ was her point blank question.

I gave a non committal answer. “Why? If I was, is that some business of yours?” 

“You can bet it is my business,” she said in a rush. “She ought to go back to my father, and I mean to do everything I can to see that she does some day. That isn’t going to happen though if she is all mushy and satisfied from riding on some other guy’s prick... and I could tell from her face today, that is exactly where she’s at... all mushy and satisfied. I want it stopped right now, no more, ever, not with you or anybody else.” 

There was no doubt about it, this officious little bitch took her role as the self appointed guardian of her mother’s pussy quite seriously. Her tone was quiet, even reasonable, as if she was talking about a spring sale at Sears. I could tell, however, that her calm was a false front. There was that hint of agitation under her words, and her vascular system was betraying her with a flushed face, and a pretty little tit that was turning an even sexier shade of pink than before. 

I wondered just how far she would go with this business, and I thought I would push her a little to find out. 

“You can’t give orders to me Carol, and I can’t think of a single reason why I should kick a good looking piece of ass like your mother out of my bed. What would be in it for me?” I stopped there, and left the bait out of the boat to see if the fish were biting.

They certainly were! 

“This is what is in it for you!” Carol announced as she stood and stripped off her robe. “I promise I will take just as good a care of your cock, and make it just as happy, as she does,” and with that the little sexpot dropped to her knees between my legs and began to unzip my fly. I didn’t interfere. I certainly didn’t intend to cooperate with this catty and juvenile attempt to deny Peg Stockton her own life, but I didn’t see any reason why I shouldn’t at least enjoy some of the fringe benefits for my trouble.

My cock was out, soft but hardening in Carol’s hand. Her eyes got big just like her mother’s had when she saw the amount of male meat she had promised to “make happy”. Undeterred, however, my would-be teenage volunteer mistress dropped her mouth down over the glans and began to suck me... hard. She was damned good at it too. Very experienced, was my guess! I doubted I could take her talented mouth for very long before I lost my wad... and I was determined not to let that happen. For tonight at least, this little bitch wasn’t going to steal even one drop away from what I was saving for her mother. 

Gritting my teeth, I gave Carol a free rein and enjoyed her mouth for the minute or two in which I was still safely in control of any possible ejaculation. Before slipping past the point of no return, however, I grabbed her by the ears, and pulled her mouth farther down on my penis. Then, holding her head firmly in place, I began thrust my hips, driving my cock deep, cruelly choking her with my meat, fucking her mouth as if it had been a cunt. Damn but I would have liked to finish down her throat, but that would have ruined everything I had planned.

Taking a firm grip on a handful of hair I pulled her mouth abruptly off my rod, and yanked her head as far back as her neck allowed. She was staring into my eyes as I spoke, indeed with the grip I had on her hair, she could not have done otherwise.

“Ya fuckin’ little bitch. Who the hell do you think you are? What gives you the right to meddle in your mother’s life? You don’t care if your father makes her happy or not. Selfish cunt! It’s only about what Carol wants, isn’t it? And what a little whore you are. You wouldn’t give me the time of day... wouldn’t even go to the movies with me... but to spite your mother you will suck my cock and offer to fuck me. Let me tell you something bitch, In a thousand years of trying, you couldn’t make my cock, or me either, as happy as your mother does. Its time that you, bitch, learn a lesson on how to be a decent and loving daughter.”

As good as it felt to spout off, I knew that to do any good my message needed reinforcement. I grabbed one of Carol’s arms by the wrist and forced it behind her back in a hammer lock. Using that leverage on her arm, and the hold I still had on her hair, I half drug and half forced my teen captive to crawl across my knees, face down, buttocks up. Still holding her arm in the half nelson with my left hand, I began to spank her with all the strength I had in my right arm on that part of her anatomy Mother Nature thoughtfully provided for the punishment of naughty children.

SPLAT, SPLAT, SPAT...... I was really laying it on and Carol was screaming in pain, distress, and humiliation at this unexpected violation of her tender bottom. I paid no attention. I don’t know how badly her back side was suffering under my assault, but I can tell you the palm of my hand was really hurting. I should have brought along the souvenir fraternity paddle from the wall of my room. SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT..... Sore hand or not I continued to lay it on until Carol’s tight little ass was as red as a beet. This was a spanking I meant for this bitch to remember for a lifetime.

Finally, my point began to sink in. Screaming did her no good. Escape from the pain required a change of attitude. With that revelation, Carol settled down to sobbing out repentant pleas for mercy. I slowed my blows in order to listen.

“Oh Please, Ricky, don’t spank me any more. I’ll be good I promise. Fuck my mother all you want. I’ll even help.” 

SPAT! “No, Ricky, stop. I’ll help, I swear. I’ll even put it in her pussy for you.” 

SPAT! "I will, I promise, I’ll suck you ‘till you’re good and hard and stick in her cunt, but don’t... no more. My fanny is on fire. Please, I’ll do anything you want, but God, don’t spank me any more.”

The truth was that I was looking for an excuse to stop. My hand was killing me, and I was winded from holding Carol’s jerking and twisting naked body while I walloped her rear end. Besides, I had one hell of a hard-on that I needed to hide. For damn sure I didn’t want Carol to know that she could effect me that way. 

If only this sexy bare assed teen wasn’t wiggling against me, and I could sit more or less quietly for a couple of minutes, maybe my erection would go down and she would never be the wiser. To that end, I abruptly spread my knees and dumped my well spanked teen on the floor at my feet. Before she could react, I snatched her up to standing tall between my knees and facing me. To keep her attention away from my crotch I tugged on her nipples. Perhaps that diversion wasn’t really necessary. Both of her hands were busy rubbing her still burning rear end and that more painful problem kept her totally preoccupied. She never once glanced down at the embarrassing situation between my legs.

“All right, Carol,” I told her. “Against my better judgment I’ll have pity on you and quit for now, but lets get thing straight. Starting now you are going to treat your mother with respect. You will allow her whatever life of her own she wants, and the right to run it as she chooses. You will never again meddle with her privacy, including but not limited to, who she chooses to fuck. That is simply no longer any of your business. Fail in what I am telling you, and I will drag you back naked over my knee, and next time I’ll use a riding crop. Do you understand?”

A crestfallen “Yes Sir”, was what I heard in reply

“And another thing you little prick teasing bitch. A few minutes ago you were sucking me off and offering to let me fuck you. Well, I accept. From now on, you will indeed have sex with me from time to time, only on my terms, not yours. Yes, you are going to make my cock happy, as you so quaintly put it, not because I am co-conspirator in your foul little scheme, but because you made the mistake of offering your mouth and pussy on the open market. That makes you a whore, and a whore is fair game to whoever is man enough take her. Don’t worry my little whore, you will learn to love having my cock in your pussy just as much as Peg loves having it stuck in hers. I will assume, therefore, that I have a standing offer to fuck you, with all the trimmings, anytime I feel horny for some teen age pussy. That is true isn’t it, whore? I can get a blow job or a slice a piece off your ass any time I want... can’t I?”

That was a tough demand for Carol to accept, and she spent several minutes considering her alternatives until she decided she didn’t have any. Her answer finally came as another simple, “yes Sir.”

“Fine then, but some other time, perhaps, just not tonight. You don’t deserve my cock in you pussy tonight after what you tried to pull on your mother. I have decided, however, to leave you with a taste of what you missed because you were such an unconscionable little bitch. Whore... bitch... tonight all you get is foreplay. You will spread for me, and stay spread while I play with your pussy and asshole until you beg me for mercy.

My hard-on had subsided, and I was comfortably in control. I stood, and grabbed the robe sash from where it had fallen on the glider. I spun my victim around and seized her two hands that were still behind her trying to rub the heat out of her bright red and burning buns. In an instant I had the sash tightly tied around her wrists binding her arms uselessly behind her.

“All right bitch, get on your knees. Use that air mattress float by the pool. I want your head and shoulders flat with your ass up in the air. You have been acting like a dog bitch, I’m going to treat you like one.”

As ordered, my naked teen captive stepped to the inflated float that was lying on the pool deck. With her hands bound behind her, it wasn’t easy to keep her balance, but she successfully knelt there, one knee at a time. It wasn’t any easier for her to drop her head and shoulders to deck level, but by bending her body slowly and cautiously she managed. She was now in the most humiliating and defenseless position I could think of at the time. Her head on the mattress was turned toward me and I could see tears of shame in her eyes. Good! I was getting the results I wanted.

“Spread those thighs, Carol. That’s it! Spread them nice and wide where I can get at your ass and cunt. GOL-LEE! Aren’t you a sexy picture you little slut. All naked and helpless, submissive even; your hands tied behind that lovely bare back; your tight little red ass up in the air; both your holes on display and ready for me to use. I wish I had a camera. I’ll bet I could make some really big bucks selling this picture to all the boyfriends you have prick teased. Well, so much for enjoying the view. Let’s see how my female puppy dog likes to have a boy hound behind her nuzzling her tender spots.”

Kneeling behind her I buried my nose right in the crack of her ass, and began to lick the tight little pussy my tongue found right under her ass hole. I was a little surprised to find Carol’s vagina sopping wet and ready to be fucked before I ever touched it. She must have been getting off on being spanked and humbled. No matter! I gave her the ten dollar suck anyway. I made a little game of it. I would force my tongue into her slit, wiggle it around, pull it out, then repeat the whole thing. 

“So abuse turns the little slut on does it?” I thought to myself. I had hoped all along that such might be the case. Now that her weakness was confirmed, I intended to take full advantage of having her pussy and her ass hole at my mercy. Erotic images of a dominated and aroused Carol began to take shape in my head. My next step seemed obvious enough. “So... she likes sensual torture, does she... well then she shall have some.”

Even as I contemplated Carol’s further humiliation, my tongue did not neglect the pussy that was in my mouth and beginning to blossom. Carol was moaning and babbling slightly, but mono-syllables were all she could muster under the pressure of my attack upon her tender core. “Oh yesss! More! There! Again! God! Oh, good... good... more.... I want... good!

If Carol wasn’t in heat already, she was on the edge. It was time to turn up the burners. I pulled my face away from her sensitized core, wet a finger in her pussy and then jammed it into her ass hole. She gave a gasp mixed with a small scream, and started to pull away. I put a stop to that with a solid swat on her hyper-tender ass. Her resistance ended immediately, and that freed my hand to seek out the little erect nub of her clit at the top of her cunt. I found it easily. It was already peeking out from its guardian folds as if seeking my attention.

I was totally dominant over poor Carol now. On her knees with her shoulders down and flat, and with her hands tied behind her back, she could not generate any leverage to even get up, let alone to protect herself from my torment. Moreover, if she had ever had any reluctance about having sex with me, my tongue had scrubbed it away, and that latest slap I had landed on her tender buttocks was she needed to remind her of the consequences of denial. 

I had my fingers of one hand stroking her clitoris, while the social finger of the other was pumping in and out of her butt hole. The coup de grace was when I slid the thumb opposing the butt finger into her pussy. Her cunt and ass hole, the very core of her sexual being was now literally in the palm of my hand, pinched there between the vice of my fingers. No woman could have stood that for long, and my little teen victim proved to be no exception as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. 

“What do you want Carol. Tell me, or I’ll put you back over my knee and spank you ass again.”

“Oh Ricky! I want to be fucked, that’s what I want. Please fuck me! I won’t be naughty ever again. I’ll be your slut bitch, your whore, whenever you want, but please just fuck me now.”

“No way Carol. Not tonight anyway. In a few minutes you are going to call your mother and tell her to find some way to get me inside that bank. You’re going to give her the message that I’m on my way to fuck her brains out right on the bank president’s desk. Moreover, you will tell her that you approve, and that I have your blessing to fuck her just as often as she wants me.”

“No Ricky, not until you fuck me, please, pretty please. OK I acted like a bitch, but now you have me helpless. So use me. My ass is up and defenseless. Take me like the bitch I am. Dog fuck me!”

“No way my sexy little girl slut. Not tonight. Tonight your mother gets all my cum. She’s entitled to it. You’re not. Now get with it and make that phone call.

I untied her hands then and helped her to her feet. There was a phone on the porch and I listened to her call her mother and give my instructions. I couldn’t hear Peg’s side of the conversation of course, but Carol repeated what I told her almost verbatim. Once she hung up, I had her lead me to her bedroom and spread-eagle herself on her big double bed. She looked up at me hopefully as I searched thru her closet and dresser drawers for more robe sashes, scarves, and cloth belts I could use to bind her across her bed. 

It took a few minutes but soon enough I found plenty of what I needed. I asked her were she kept her vibrator and she pulled an nice chrome one out of her night stand, I tied a scarf around her eyes as a blindfold and carefully tied each of her arms, then her legs to the corner of the bed nearest to each. I crawled between her legs and licked her pussy for a few minutes, partly to hear her moan and give her a false hope I was going to fuck her after all, but mostly to be sure she was good and wet for the vibrator. 

Satisfied she was ready, I slid that buzzing little imitation dick right into her cunt. Before I could finish securing it there with a scarf and a little belt I had found, her first orgasm hit her. Then orgasmic panic set in as she felt me leave her bed. 

“Bye now Carol, nite nite, don’t let the bedbugs bite. I’m on my way to the bank to fuck your mother,” I joked as I headed to the door.




Home For The Summer Ch. 3



“No, Ricky Newton, you God damned bastard! You can’t leave me like this. I can’t stand this damned thing in my pussy. I’ll die here cumming. Turn me loose.”

“Talk to me nice Carol unless you want another spanking,” I warned her. “No you won’t die. No healthy whore has ever died from an orgasm, altho quite a few have tried. When I’m finished fucking your mother she’ll be home to turn you loose. Then again, maybe she won’t after the way you have treated her about divorcing your father. No sweat tho, eventually the batteries will run down. Have a nice night Carol.” 

With my good bye said, I turned away and went out the door.

Thirty minutes later I turned into the almost entirely deserted parking lot of the downtown main office of the First National Bank, and parked my car beside Peg’s. One other vehicle was in the lot, a pickup with the trade name “Simmon’s Security” painted on the door. Clearly this must be the Bank Guard’s vehicle and since there were no others in the lot, it looked like only the guard and Peg were still at work inside.

A light was on in he lobby behind the big glass door. Sitting at a desk was the Guard. When I rapped on the door he came over and unlocked the door to let me in.

“Evening Sir! You are Ricky Newton. I’d recognize you anywhere,” the guard greeted me. “Mz Stockton told me to expect you. How do you like it up at Lincoln State? I saw you play many times when you were at Carter High. I was disappointed you didn’t go to Carolina.”

“Another damn ACC fan,” I thought, but I knew he meant well so I was polite. “Yes Sir! I couldn’t be happier than I am at Lincoln, and we have some great talent on our team. We’re hoping for a big year next season. Maybe even a trip to the Final Four. Anyway, Carolina seems to be getting along just fine without me.” “You’ll find Mz Stockton up on the third floor. She said you didn’t need to know the room number because she’d leave you a clue. Sounded strange to me, but that’s what she said. You two playing some kind of game? A scavenger hunt maybe?” 

“Something like that,” I told him, grinning as I walked toward the elevator. To myself I thought, “I wonder what my sweet little vixen is up to?’

Coming out of the elevator on the third floor I was greeted with a long carpeted hall. Both walls were interrupted every 10 to 30 feet with closed gray doors. I started down the hall looking for the promised ‘clue’, and I hadn’t gone far when there it was. 

Hanging on one door knob was a pair of white silk panties, delicate and perfumed.

I turned the knob and opened the door. There Peg stood leaning against a big executive desk, even more beautiful than I remembered. She was absolutely radiant, and beaming with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile that was so temptingly delicious that it took me a full minute to register on anything else. I should have been quicker on the up take. The gray skirt business suit and frilly white blouse she had gone to work in were now laying on the desk behind her. That left her posing demurely in front of me dressed only in high heels, dark hose, and her undies (less her panties of course).

But what hose and undies! 

These were real nylons, the sexy kind women once wore to tempt their men before the invention of that male proof semi-chastity belt called panty hose. What those classic hose did for her was spectacular. In the subdued light of the office, those smooth sheer stockings made Peg’s naturally long and shapely legs seem to go on forever. 

Then there was the white garter belt that was holding the hose taut at the top. With the panties that had been over them already off, that white belt with the dangling hose supports perfectly framed her pretty pussy and carefully trimmed dark bush. Gosh, wouldn’t you think women would want to wear a thing as sexy as that garter belt all the time? 

As lovely as she was from the belly button down, however, Peg was even sexier up top. Tightly wrapped around her rib cage, and reaching up under her breasts, was a soft smooth white garment I will call a corset for want of anything better to use in my limited vocabulary for female underwear. That name, however, may be a misnomer, and probably is. Despite having soft stays at the ribs and a snug fit, it didn’t do anything of what I understand a corset is for. For openers, the midriff was quite bare, and it didn’t pinch down Peg’s waist size at all. Indeed, altho tight, the garment didn’t seem to actually squeeze her anywhere. What it did do was to provide a firm base for a reinforced half bra that forced Peg’s already almost perfect breasts up and out. At the same time her nipples were left exposed and out front to shove against whatever blouse might be covering them (and I might add, highly vulnerable to the lips of a lover when left uncovered.) 

The effect of this elaborate lifting bra was absolutely awesome. I had noticed when Peg had left her house earlier in the evening neatly dressed in that lovely gray skirt and suit coat that her nipples seemed unusually prominent against her blouse. Now I knew why, and I also knew that this sexy show was something she had planned special just for me. 

Well, Peg it worked. I was as horny as a moose, and I could hardly wait to get my hands on all that lovely tit flesh so temptingly lifted and displayed for my pleasure. Yet I did and said nothing at all for a long minute or two. I could only stand there in total admiration while I struggled with my inventory of the sexy undies on this delightful woman. Thru it all, Peg also continued to stand motionless, leaning against the big desk, still smiling, but blushing prettily at the slutty way she had chosen to greet me.

“Like me big boy?” she asked. “Didn’t somebody say something about fucking my brains out on the bank president’s desk. Well, this is his office, and this is his desk. I’m waiting.

Its not easy for a college boy jock to admit, but when she said that I just melted. My knees buckled, and I was hardly able to get my breath. This gorgeous lovable woman, this erotic dream all perfumed and posing in her sexy underwear like an expensive whore, had just invited me to fuck her. How could I be so God damned Lucky?

“Come here you sexy wench,” I said walking toward her, “You think that a little nylon and a smile earns you the use of my cock do you? Well, I’m not as easy as all that. Let me see how you feel and smell, and how wet your pussy is. Then I’ll decide whether you deserve to be spread on the president’s desk and hard fucked.”

She was stooping at my feet, taking off my shoes, opening my pants, stripping me from the waist down while I just as hurriedly shed my shirt. Leaving my clothes behind me in a puddle on the floor I led her by the hand to a large leather couch against one wall. 

I laid down first and pulled her down on top of me. More than anything right then I ached to enjoy the body of this woman, to feel all that smooth nylon on my skin, to have the firm flesh under it pressing against mine. As always, Peg was compliant to my need, pushing herself against me, opening her silken thighs to allow my hands to roam over them, then squeezing her legs together to close on my hand as my fingers found her pussy and began to stroke her clit. The soft fabric of that corset-bra rubbed high against my chest as I filled my mouth with first one and then the other of those compressed breasts and protruding nipples. I heard her moan as I bit down ever so gently on the nub of one tit. Another moan signaled the arrival of two of my fingers as deep as they would reach inside her pussy. 

It was delicious, unbelievable, unforgettable. It was sex like none I had ever had before, sex like few people ever have. I was drowning in a sea of smooth sensuous nylon and female flesh, unable to decide whether I wanted to fuck this lovely creature or to spend the rest of my life rubbing against her. Eventually tho I felt the walls of her vagina spasm on my fingers. Her first orgasm had arrived and she became more insistent that we move on to pleasures beyond the mere stroking of long silky legs and the teasing of a wet and open pussy. 

Her head was between my legs, her mouth locked on my cock. I couldn’t take it, at least I couldn’t and still have anything left to give her the pleasure she deserved. I pulled her head away, off of my cock, and lifted her body back up to my chest where I could kiss her on the mouth. 

“On the desk woman,” I ordered. “Spread for me. I’m going to fuck your brains out as promised.”

“Oh God yes, Ricky! Please fuck me now. I’m so ready.”

Once I had her on her back sprawled across that big executive desk, I took her cunt with all the demanding dominating authority I could muster. She was mine, this beautiful and horny neighbor lady who loves my penis, who would not, could not, deny me her sexy body ever again. It was truly sex on a high level that in all my life since I have never been able to reach again. 

When our orgasms were done, and my white sticky seed was seeping from her stretched and hungry pussy, we lay side by side across that great desk. We lay there silently at first, struggling to catch our breath, then giggling like a couple of naughty school kids who had just put a frog in the teacher’s desk. It was after all, quite funny. Who would guess tomorrow morning that this big sheet of fine mahogany in the office of a proper and probably stuffy bank president had just hours before been used as Peg and I had so audaciously just done.

“My wonderful boy stallion.” Peg was holding my soft member tenderly in her hands. “How I do love this great penis. I want you to take me again you know, and yet I am terribly curious. That didn’t sound much like the daughter I know on the phone. What a remarkable change of attitude. Why don’t you tell me all about it while I suck you hard again? Kill two birds with one stone as it were.

I told her all of what I had done to Carol. First how I had cruelly spanked her. I described how I made her kneel with her painful buttocks up in the air order that I could suck her tush and play with her ass. I repeated how she begged me to fuck her. I told of the promise Carol had made to respect her mother’s privacy from now on. With a good deal of reluctance I also admitted that I had forced Carol to agree that I could fuck her anytime I wanted. I didn’t want to tell Peg about that, but she was entitled to know the truth.

“That’s all right my love,” Peg assured me, as she momentarily quit sucking on what was fast developing into an impressive erection. “I know my bitch of a daughter and I expected nothing different. I am just grateful for what you seem to have accomplished with her.”

Peg laughed when I told her the way I had left Carol, tied spread-eagle across her bed with a running vibrator tied in her pussy. “Another coup for my boy stallion. I think it is time that I show him my gratitude by servicing his cock with my pussy again.”

This time we didn’t use the desk. I sat in the president’s big leather swivel chair as Peg mounted me, pegging herself over my now resurrected pleasure stick. The slick stockings on her legs were a bit of heaven to me. I could feel them slipping and sliding against my thighs with her every motion as she bounced up and down, riding-the-rod to a continuous string of orgasms. I in turn again enjoyed all that delicious tit flesh offered up to me by that marvelous corset-bra. I was able to last longer this time, but in the end, no man can forever stand Pegs warm and loving pussy. I filled her with my cum for a last time for this evening before we dressed to go home. 

You should have seen the way the two of us worked together trying to distract that guard and escape thru the lobby without him suspecting what we had been up to. It reminded me of when I was thirteen trying to slip into the movies without paying. This night at the bank, however, had been more fun than any free movie when I was thirteen... or any other experience of my life I can think of.

To Be Concluded...



Home For The Summer Ch. 4



It must have been well after 2 A.M, before I was home and in my own bed after my delightful tryst with Peg at the bank. I slept late the next morning and it was not until maybe 10:30 or so that I was at the Stockton front door. It was Carol who answered my knock and invited me in. She was cool toward me, not at all unfriendly, but quiet and reserved, and I thought, perhaps a little embarrassed. Peg was waiting by the pool for us and right away she came to the point.

"Have a seat Ricky," she said motioning to the porch glider chair. She sat down on the couch in front of me where the night before I had pulled Carol across my knees and spanked her bare bottom. Carol sat down beside her there. Both girls were in their bikinis and I would have been drooling even more than I was were it not for the serious look on their faces. Something was afoot, but I said nothing and tried to wait patiently for the other shoe to fall.

Peg began, "Carol and I had a long talk last night after I rescued her from that humbling predicament that you left her in. With your help, she and I have come to an understanding. She accepts that I am not going back to her father. She agrees that I am entitled to a life of my own, and that I am not required to behave as if I was a nun in a convent. I in turn accept that she is a big girl now who is entitled to run her own life without my meddling. We are mother and daughter, and we will talk and communicate, we may suggest and recommend, but we will not try to control each other. Can you guess why any of this concerns you Ricky?"

I was afraid I might, but since I wasn't at all sure I was going to like the WAY it might concern me, I gave a stammering and non committal answer. "Well... er... not really, No."

Peg continued, "Well, perhaps the most important part of our new understanding is a mutual promise not to meddle in the relationships, sexual or otherwise, each of us may have with male companions and lovers. Likewise we have promised not to be jealous of each other, or to compete with each other, over our men... even if on occasion, it should happen that we are both attracted to the same one. I don't need to tell you that last part is already a problem we must deal with, nor do I need to tell you who that man is."

"Peg, I think that maybe I had better..." I tried to interrupt but my lover cut me off before I could get anything said... which was probably just as well because at that moment, I had absolutely nothing helpful to offer. The truth was I was frantically stalling for time to think, and I hadn't a clue about what I intended to say after my "...maybe I had better..." opening phrase.

"No, Ricky," Peg said refusing to waste time with my interruptions, "You have been around here waving that spectacular oversized penis of yours under the noses of a couple of horny females without any appreciation at all of what you were doing to our hormones. Damn you anyway. Man or boy, stallion or not, you have a responsibility to the women you tempt with that thing. You, however, haven't even considered how you are going to take care of Carol and I now that you have us all hot and bothered, and eager to spread our legs in your bed. We have decided, therefore, since you have no plan about how to deal with us, then we had better make one for you. Tell him Carol."

"You bet I'll tell him, the dope," Carol began. "Ricky, you made me promise to be your whore. O.K. but if that's what I am, then I expect you to fuck the bejabbers out of me, often and with enthusiasm. As your whore I have a right to expect that even tho you and my mother do have this thing going between you. Like I told you last night, ever since you have been fucking her, she goes around all mushy and satisfied, and you, every time she smiles, or shows you a little skin, you forget I'm even in the room." 

I interrupted. "Now Carol, that's not altogether true. You may be a little bitch at times, but you are also a lovely and sexy woman that would give any man alive a hard-on."

"Can it man! I know what the score is around here. I am what the Chinese call a number two wife. I accept that. But even if my seat is at second fiddle, I am still entitled to have my pussy filled more often than just when you are horny and my mother isn't around. Mother and I have agreed that I am entitled to a fair share of your big cock. That doesn't necessarily mean that for every time you fuck her pussy, you must dip your wick in mine as well. We, me in particular, only expect you to take good care of each of us sufficient to keep a smile on both our faces. Fairness and equality, those are the things." 

Nor are we are suggesting that the three of us will be carrying on one big continuous orgy. Far from it. My mother and I may be horny and hungry for your cock, but we are not really whores. We are females, and we tend to be romantic about our men. We would therefore prefer that you treat us as ladies first and sluts second, and as a routine, fuck us privately, one at a time. On the other hand, however, we are very much aware that every man dreams of making love to two women at the same time, and that a mother and daughter team is the adult male equivalent to Christmas morning for a six year old. We would not deny you that male fantasy, because if not overdone, to have you take she and I together in the same bed is certain to be fun for us too."

Carol was quite serious as she outlined 'the Stockton Plan' for sharing Ricky's penis. Peg, however, was smiling 'the smile' at me when she said, "Well, big boy that's the deal, so enjoy. We hope you're up to it" 

She was quite right! I had no doubt about enjoying myself. I had just been offered the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and her not-to-be-sneezed-at daughter, both mine for the taking whenever I wanted, and actually insisting on being fucked equally. And then there was the delicious mental picture of Peg and Carol together, naked and willing in my bed! It indeed must be Christmas because visions of sugar plumbs were dancing in my head. Surely I have died and gone to heaven, and not the Christian heaven full of chaste and pure virgin angels and heavenly choirs either. No, I was in the Islamic paradise filled with houris and naked dancing girls dedicated to the pleasure of fallen warrior heroes.

The shit-eating grin on my face gave me away. Peg was laughing at me when she asked, "What about it big boy? Think you can handle a couple of horny sluts like me and my daughter?

"Oh Yeah," I answered. "No sweat! I'll wear your poor little pussies out."

"Don't be too sure," Peg argued, still giggling. "We'll see who wears what out, but Carol and I will try to be careful. It would be a shame to have such a big lovely cock worn down to a nub. That would be a loss to females everywhere. Carol and I intend to use it pretty hard, but we wouldn't want to be responsible for an atrocity like that."

"Have no fear my sexy lovelies. Exercise only grows more muscle. I expect my cock to be a foot long before I'm through with you two.

"Such arrogance, mother," Carol piped in giggling. "We ought to send him back to those prissy coeds in Illinois, and I'd vote to do that too, if only the stuck up bastard just wasn't hung so well. Anyway I need to get even. You know don't you Ricky Newton, that what you did to me last night was a pretty cruel way to treat a girl. One more hour with that vibrator running in my cunt and I would have gone crazy for sure, and my poor tush is still sore from that spanking. I've got a lot of pay back coming to me. 

"Act like a bitch..." I started to say when Peg interrupted... to good purpose I think. No sense replaying something that is over and done with.

"Well," Peg interjected, "time will tell if our boy stallion is up to his task. In the meantime tho, those government auditors are at the bank checking my books, and I must go in to the office this afternoon. I'll be home about seven tho, and I'll have the night off. You two can hang around here till then and play grab ass 'til I get home. Have fun Carol, but don't you dare drain him. Remember you and I have plans for him tonight. I'll bring home burgers or cuban sandwiches for our supper, and then we can celebrate our new deal mother/daughter relationship an appropriate way... in bed with our boy stallion."

That sounded just about perfect to me, but I saw Peg wink knowingly at Carol who grinned back at her. These two had something cooked up between them beyond just spreading their legs for a roll in the hay. That much seemed certain, but just what they had in mind, I'd have to wait to find out. 

Peg left us then to dress for work. Carol disappeared into the kitchen to fix a couple of sandwiches for she and I, and one to hand to Peg as she went out the door. I grabbed a bottle of beer from the porch bar fridge, and stretched out on that glider couch. Life was good... really good. 

After we finished our sandwiches I dived into the pool for what I intended to be a quick dip to cool off from the July heat. Carol followed me in, but she didn't come in to cool off, quite the contrary in fact. I was no sooner up for air than I felt my swim trucks yanked down to my knees by the teenage shark that was attacking me under the water. Carol came up pressed against my chest with one hand gripping my balls, the other arm grabbing for a strangle hold around my neck, hugging me close, and spewing water in my face as she tried to kiss me. 

Now, just in case you don't already know, it is not easy to tread water with the elastic waist band of your swim trunks binding your knees together. Nor is staying afloat made any easier by one hundred and twenty five pounds of bikini clad teenager locked around your neck, and holding your balls in a death grip. Unable to stay on top of the water, the only alternative is to sink, which of course, is what Carol and I did, in a tangle of arms and legs. While we were under water and struggling, I welded my mouth to Carol's and gave her that kiss she had been searching for when we were on the surface. A kiss, however, was no way to correct our serious deficiency in buoyancy, and we continued to sink. Eventually tho, my feet touched the pool floor, and I was able to push off with a strong kick that sent us shooting upward back into the world of air and breathing. As we broke the surface, I retaliated for being 'depantsed' by pulling her bra off leaving her tits and hard nipples bare and pressed against my chest. 

As we struggled, I kicked my swim trunks all the way off, freeing my legs to help keep me afloat. Never the less, I still had this little blond terror with her arm around my neck and worse, that frightening grip on my balls had not loosened one bit. THAT worried me the most. Now at least, however, I was able to tread water, and most of the time I could keep my head where I could breathe. Carol's head, however, I kept dunking below the surface where her supply of air was decidedly limited. Luckily for me she never used her most powerful weapon... the grip she had on my balls, and eventually she turned me loose and tried to swim away. Fat chance I would allow her to do that. I swam after her and quickly caught her by the legs, stripped her of her bikini bottom, and threw it into away where it joined my trunks and her bra that were already on the bottom of the pool. 

We circled each other, treading water, looking for an opportunity to grab a good hold on naked flesh at just the right spot. So she wanted to wrestle did she? Poor Carol didn't have a chance in that game. Gradually we drifted into more shallow water where my feet could touch bottom but hers could not. With that advantage in leverage, I simply overpowered her, spun her around, seized her around the neck from behind, and pressed her body against mine. 

My cock, by now fully hard and erect, slid easily and naturally down the crack of her ass with the tip end probing into the valley between her legs. The big ridge of my cock head punched its way into he crease of her thighs and the tip end came to rest barely short of her cunt. With one arm over her shoulder and around her body, I was able to squeeze her close and at the same time fill my right hand with the firm melon of a teen breast. My other arm was reaching down low, across her belly, and that hand was pushing its way between her legs hunting for her pussy. One finger found the slit it was looking for, and hooked itself inside at the very top end. Above that finger, my thumb, and the butt of my palm, pressed down on her clit.

"Oh God, Ricky, Oh God!" The sound came out of her mouth more as a moan than as words. 

"Give it up little bitch! Say uncle!" I asked for her surrender.

"Oh God, Yesssss! Uncle! Uncle! I give up"

"Now my horny little tramp, are you sorry you pulled my trunks down?" I asked.

Despite her distress, I heard her giggle a little as she answered, "Well... not really..."

I didn't wait for the rest of what she had to say before I increased the pressure on clit by squeezing it with my thumb. "Well then my little girl whore, let me put it this way, you don't get fucked until you apologize for treating your pimp so disrespectfully." Whether it was the additional pressure from my thumb, or simply that she wanted so desperately to be fucked, Carol's moment of good natured resistance crumbled.

Oh, Yesssss, Sir. Don't tease me. I'm sorry. I apologize. Oh, Please, Please Ricky fuck me now. Your cock is pressing into the crack of my ass... And, Oh God, I can feel its tip between my thighs. You are driving me crazy. I want you in me... Now! Take me out of the water and fuck me... Please."

When I was about 14, my father insisted that I take a YMCA course on the techniques of life saving. I had always blamed good old dad for wasting my time until I used my best lifeguard carry to haul Carol's limp ready-to-be-fucked little ass over to the concrete steps built into the shallow end of the pool. I led her out of the water and onto the deck where the air mattress we had used the night before still waited. I laid her on her back there, and gave the single word command, "Spread!" 

Carol, however, had something else in mind.

"No, Ricky, not on my back. Last night... it was so awful to be teased like that, and then to be left unsatisfied and disappointed. I swear, I was so hot. I had never before so needed to be filled with cock. Even in my sleep last night I dreamed about the things you did and way you tortured me. What a sight I must have been... spanked, my hands tied behind me, kneeling, my head down, my ass in the air. My God Ricky, it was all so sexy. I want it that way again, but this time, please you must fuck me. Please Ricky, abuse me, then take my cunt while I am helpless and at your mercy." 

"Yes my little whore," I answered, "I can do that, but what do I tie your hands with tonight?"

"You whore knew her pimp would ask that. Behind the bar is the same sash from my robe you used last night. I hid it there this morning for you."

"Why you little tramp. You had all this planned all along. Didn't you! Didn't you! Admit it slut and tell me how you want to be fucked.

"Yes, I admit it. I have been lusting for your big cock all morning. I want you to take me like a bitch. Fuck me hard and without mercy. Tie my hands behind my back. Make me offer my ass. Spank me. Spank me hard, then eat my pussy. Treat me like a cheap whore. Make me beg. Hard fuck me. Punish me with your penis. Take me from behind. Dog fuck me. Spank me even as you stick your big cock up my little hole. Make me beg! Shame me! Humble me! Do it! Please! Like a bitch. Fuck me like a bitch!"

Me, I was for damn sure willing. Obviously this little blond teen was up to her pretty little tits in guilt over something. If she wanted to cleanse her conscience with some sensual punishment, well hell, I was her man. I like submissive women, not all the time of course, but they have their place, in bed certainly if nowhere else. The role of master is even more fun when someone like Carol, usually the self assured bitch, unexpectedly turns into a sexy jelly at your feet begging for your cock. This was a first for me then, but in the years to come, this was a feminine quirk I was to see many times .

"Bring me your robe sash," I ordered Carol sternly. She brought it back draped across both outstretched hands as if carrying a sacred vestment to the altar. 

I took it from her. "Turn around slut! Hands behind your back!" 

Last night I had tied only her wrists. Today I had a better idea. My first knot was at the elbows, pinching them together, and pulling her shoulders back. There was plenty of sash remaining, and I used it to wrap her forearms tightly before finishing with a second tight knot at the wrists. The effect of the additional restraint at the elbows was exactly what I had hoped for. With her shoulders back, her tits were thrust forward and at my mercy.

"Turn around, Carol. I'm going to punish your tits now." 

She whimpered a little but she turned to face me. WHAP! WHAP! I slapped those teen melons that were so available and vulnerable. I hurt her. I could tell from the tears that came to her eyes. Time for a little tenderness. I cupped her right tit with my hand and stooped to and run my tongue slowly around an nub of a teat that was hard as a rock with excitement. My other hand played with her left tit, alternately squeezing and stroking. 

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I spanked her tit flesh again. Her teen breasts with the protruding aureole around each nipple jiggled sexily with each blow. Both tits were turning a bright red. 

"Is this what you wanted Carol? To be helpless and forced to do my bidding? Do you want me to hurt you, humiliate you, and make you suffer before I fuck you? That is what You want isn't it Carol?

Oh, yes! God yessss! You make me so hot. I want our cock in me already, but please don't take me yet, not yet, no matter how I beg for it. Your whore needs to be disciplined before she is fucked.

"All right whore, over there on your knees, head shoulders down, ass up, you know the drill."

As she did last night, Carol struggled with her balance trying to assume the required position. It was even more difficult for her today with her elbows tied together as well as her hands. In due time, however, her head was down, her ass was in the air, helpless to prevent anything I wanted of her.

I started her off with a solid spanking, warming her ass cheeks to the same vivid red as her tits. Satisfied with the level of her burning buttocks I crouched behind her and ate her cunt until she gave up the shattering series of orgasms. 

"Eat me! Damn you Ricky Newton, eat my cunt. I'm Cummmminnnng. Oh keep your tongue there, for God's sake eat me... I'm Cummmminnnng. Again! More! I'm Cummmminnnng.

With the tip of my social finger in her ass, and my thumb in her pussy I told her that she must beg for what she wanted.

"God, Ricky, you must already know. I want you to stretch my poor little pussy with your great cock. Make me your whore bitch! Take me from behind, and spank my ass while you dog fuck me. Oh, Damn, fuck me over and over until I can't stand it any more. Give me your cock you cruel bastard. I have been hurt, humiliated and punished... now... you bastard... shove your cock up inside me."

I put it to her then, as deep and as hard as I could, and with my every stroke.. with her every orgasm... SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! I spanked her ass, and made her beg for more. Our mutual climax at the finish was unforgettable.

Later the two of us lay still naked and cuddled together, resting on the concrete steps at the shallow end of the pool, cooling off in water up to our necks. For a long time we sat there in silence recovering from the emotions of our turbulent sex. My finger was in her pussy and her hand was gripping my dick, but these were only familiar and reassuring caresses rather than passionate ones. It was Carol who finally spoke first.




Home For The Summer Ch. 4



"Thank you Ricky. You have no idea how good that was for me. I know I'm a little kinky in my choice of sex. It is so rare to find a man who can give me what I need in just the way I need it. It's not an easy role to play, to be severe and tender with me at the same time like you do. No wonder my mother is in love with you. I think I am a little bit too."

"Whoa, wait a minute girl," I interrupted. What's this about your mother being in love with me? I find that hard to believe. A woman like she is, all those assets, beauty, personality, wit, intellect, she could have any man she wanted." 

"Well, who she wants is you. She even told me so, and that's not like her at all. Oh, its also true that she knows she can't really have you... that this is a dead end romance going nowhere. She's very determined about that. She says it wouldn't be fair to either you or her if it were to be otherwise. Our culture won't accept mixing April with August, and she knows that is a wise rule. The trouble is, when April does reach August, August will have moved on and become December."

What could I say to that? All I could do was shake my head hopelessly. Despite my short term good fortune, I suddenly felt depressed, and unhappy. 

It wasn't long after my conversation with Carol when Peg arrived back from work. We were out of the pool by that time. My swim suit was still in the pool along with Carol's bikini. Carol had on her trusty terry bathrobe that had been reunited with its ever handy sash tie, and I was making do with an old men's bathhouse robe that Carol had resurrected from somewhere in the house. Peg took one look at us in our robes, and then at those swim suits on the pool bottom, before she broke out laughing. 

"The children have been at play it seems," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I brought you kids something to buck you up and restore your strength. Eat! You're going to need it." Sure enough on the dining room table was a big bucket cheese burgers, along with containers of french fries and slaw. 

We were just finishing the burgers and fries when Peg brought out two big bottles of wine from the fridge. It was good stuff. The best I had ever tasted. Peg said the vino was to celebrate the success of our mother, daughter, and boy stallion triangle. We laughed and toasted ourselves. I had a full sized buzz on by the time Peg told me to wait on the porch while she and Carol "slipped into something more comfortable."

It was pitch dark by then. but I was enjoying the moonlight and stars without any artificial light in either on the porch or the pool patio. When I looked up, mother and daughter were standing in the open sliding door framed in the light shining thru from the family room. To say merely that they were beautiful, each of them individually, and even more so as a pair, would be a grossly unfair to such lovely women. Each was wrapped in the sheerest of negligées that the light from behind turned totally transparent. Under that almost non-existent film of see-through-nylon they were both naked except for sheer very dark full length hose and ink black garter belts that accentuated the milk white skin of their upper thighs and abdomens.

"Come with us please Ricky," was all Peg said to me as she removed my robe. Each girl took one of my arms and led me thru the house to Peg's bedroom. There a big double bed waited, all sky blue and white with frills and laces. My two guides laid me down in the center of that bed. Carol snapped the elastic band of one of those daytime sleeping blindfolds over my head and eyes.

"Spread your arms to the side, Ricky." That was Peg speaking. I did as she asked. Suddenly, unexpectedly, what felt like a loop of rope was around first one wrist, and then the other. I began to resist. 

"No, No!" The voice was Peg's again, "you must let us do our thing. We will give you pleasures you have never known before if only you will trust us."

Another rope went around my ankles even as she spoke. That must be Carol down there. The ropes on my wrist were the first to be pulled tight stretching my arms wide. Testing my bindings with a hard jerk, I could feel a matching tug on my opposite arm. Each of my wrists must be tied to the opposite end of a single rope running under the bed from one arm to the other. The rope at my feet that held my ankles together was also brought snug, and I suppose tied to the foot board. 

As quickly as that my two lovers had my body stretched, taut and helpless on that big bed. Why? I was afraid I knew. Carol, of course, had every reason to seek vengeance for the shameless way I had abused her, and goodness knows I had teased Peg often enough, demanding that she beg for my cock before I would fuck her. It certainly looked as if the hour of my retribution was at hand.

But if this was to be torture... what the hell, I'll take a double order any time. I felt like the clever Brer Rabbit in the Uncle Remus story who tricks the fox into throwing him into the brier patch by faking fear and protest. "Please missy Peg! Please missy Carol! Please don't throw me into that brier patch. Please don't tease and torture me with your gorgeous sexy bodies. Please don't make me eat your pussies, or lick the nipples of your tits. No! No! Please don't make me suffer like that."

I was grinning at that thought when the first pair of super slick sexy nylon clad legs mounted my midsection, closely followed by two soft breasts that crushed against my chest. A pair of sweet lips pressed against mine, and then an exploring tongue was working its way into my mouth. No ma'am, please... don't throw me into that brier patch. 

Something very soft and smooth was gently laid across my legs, and then wrapped around my balls. What the...? It must be one of those negligées. On top of the nylon, what could have only been a soft and full female body was now wiggling and sliding into position on top of my legs, pressing the smooth negligée against my sensitized flesh. The wiggling stopped. A small hand gripped my hardening cock, jacking me hard for three, four, five strokes... I could not count... but then the fingers were gone as suddenly as they had come... gone away far too soon I thought. 

Then the hand was replaced... but with what? A mouth, God, it was a warm loving female mouth that was swallowing my manhood. At first it was only the suction on the glans that I could identify, but then my phantom lover opened her throat to go down all the way on what was by then a hard and erect pole of blood and tissue. I knew this was so because I could feel the big plum end of my prick being forced into a passage that was much too small for it. Very soon, however, that pretty head (was it Carol's blond or Peg's brunette, I could not tell which), switched its technique. Now bobbing up and down, plunging my hard-on in and out of a narrow female throat, a delicious pair of lips raked and jacked the tender skin of my penis. 

As this blow job gathered momentum below my waist, the tongue that had been probing between my lips went away, and a tit with its hard nipple was stuffed into my mouth in its place. It was a breast large and full. This had to be Peg's tit. That meant the mouth on my cock was Carol's. It was comforting to know who was where, altho by then I was struggling, almost in pain, trying to hold back my ejaculation. 

Peg spoke for the first time since I had been thrown into the briar patch. 

"Well, my big shot boy stallion, where is all that male stamina you bragged about. You don't seem to be holding up all that well to me. Are you ready for us to fuck you? I'd make you beg for it like you do me, only I don't want to take my nipple out of your mouth quite yet."

She was quite right of course. I wasn't holding up well at all. If Carol didn't go easier on my cock real soon I was going to waste a whole passion killing load down her throat. However, neither of my tormentors wanted that to happen any more than I did, and some relief was at hand. Atho Carol's mouth did not leave my prick, but (I suspect on a signal from Peg) she did stop raking me with her lips. With the stimulation of my pecker frozen for at least for the moment, I was able to regain at least some control over the level of my erotic desire. 

Immediately, however, I was given a new test as Peg raised herself, spread her thighs to kneel across my face, and lowered her cunt onto my mouth. I licked her slit willingly, searching for her clit with my tongue. I knew I had found it when she shifted her weight slightly forward, clamping down on my ears with those nylon covered knees. My tongue had found just the right spot in her pussy, and Peg was making damn sure my mouth didn't wander away from it. 

"Oh God damn Ricky! Don't stop! Please eat me! Suck my clit! Yessss! Right there, Oh God, yessss right there... please, more!

It was only after she had gone off in my face with at least three major orgasms that she finally rocked back off my tongue and spoke to Carol.

"All right girl, time to switch. You had him all afternoon. Its my turn to fuck him now, but let me tell you, you won't be loosing much in the bargain. His tongue is just wonderful."

Carol's mouth left my hard-on, and as she moved forward, Peg released my head from between her legs to make room for Carol's lovely nylon covered knees and thighs. As easily as that my mouth was locked under a new pussy. Meanwhile, down in my crotch, Peg had other plans for my aching hard-on other than the uncompleted blow job Carol had begun and now abandoned. I felt Peg's hand take hold of my penis and guide me into her hole where she planted my swollen cock head firmly between her pussy lips. Slowly, gradually, she began to impale herself on every inch of what I had to give her. 

At last the head of my dick was pressing hard against the mouth of her womb. That pressure told me Peg was all the way down siting flat on my balls. I was buried to the hilt inside her cunt... and yet there she sat, refusing to move, with only the muscles of her vagina walls squeezing, and then releasing, my poor tortured cock. 

"Lift off his mouth for a minute Carol." That was Peg speaking. "I want to hear him beg. Do you hear me Ricky? You had better tell me what you want, Ricky. Sitting on your bone like this feels awful good to me. I don't need anything more to get myself off... I can just sit here quietly and tease you with my cunt while I cum. You get nothing but aching balls. I'll do it that way too If you don't beg me. What about it Ricky? Are suffering? Are you ready to beg me to fuck you? 

"Peg, you cock teasing bitch," I answered her. "Just wait 'till the next time I have you on your back. I'll get even. Count on it!

"Then is then. Now is now. Excuse he pun, but this is tit for tat. I have you just like you always torture me. I love it. Lets see how long you can take it before you can't help but beg just like I always do."

"I love it too Mother. Make him beg. Make the son of a bitch CRAWL." That was Carol putting her two cents in.

"All right then Peg," I said, surrendering to my fate. "You win! Please... pretty please, move your pussy on my cock. Please let me cum in your sweet pussy. Fuck me Peg. I beg you! Fuck me!

"All right Carol. Sit back down on his mouth. Tell me when he makes you cum the third time, and then I'll get him off in my pussy. Don't loose count now and sneak in any extra orgasms on him... you hear." Peg was giggling wildly as she threw in that "don't loose count..." stuff just to tease me.

Carol's pussy dropped abruptly back over my mouth and I went to work. I needed to get off and the only way was to drive this little blond bitch crazy. Carol has a big clit that is easy to reach and I managed to get my lips around it and started to work on the tip end with my tongue. Carol simply exploded. As a matter of fact I don't think she even bothered to count... but then again she didn't need to as her orgasms came one after the other in a long and seemingly endless string.

Peg kept her word. As Carol went off I could feel Peg begin to drive her hips forward and back, up and down, those sheer nylons sliding against my legs, the slick walls of her wet pussy jacking my cock in and out, back and forth. G-o-d but it was so-o-oo go-oo-od!

"Peg you sweet bitch!" I was screaming now. "Fuck me! Ride my cock! I'm gonna CUUUUMMMM!!!! And I did, filling her vagina with the biggest semen load of my life. 

My girls turned me loose then, and the three of us lay satisfied and sated in one big tangle of arms, legs, and bodies. Peg sucked me hard once more and insisted that I cum in her mouth. She said that where she was from folks said when a woman swallowed a man's load she belonged to him forever. I wish to God that could have been true, but of course it wasn't.

For the next six weeks or so I lived in a sexual paradise the likes of which few men are ever privileged to enjoy. Each morning Peg would fix us all breakfast and the three of us would have a swim and play sex tag in the pool stripping each other until we were all naked. Usually I would fuck one or the other, sometimes both, before lunch. Early in the afternoon we would all take a nap together in Peg's bed where I might awaken with my cock already hard in my lovely Peg's mouth. 

I was by this time madly in love with Peg Stockton, and I tried to give her most of my attention in the afternoon because she went to work at 6 and didn't usually get home until after midnight. Carol continued on her busy social schedule, but she almost always saved time in the early evening for the 'tough love' that she enjoyed so much, and couldn't get anywhere else. Often I would wait up for Peg and service her lovely pussy with either my cock or my tongue one last time after she came home from work. Occasionally she and I would repeat our little session on the Bank President's big mahogany desk. If the bank guard was wise to us he never let on.

Time, however, refuses to stand still. Lavor Day came and my time at home for the summer was over. When I was back as school, Peg and I wrote back and forth regularly, and talked on the phone occasionally. It was tough tho without that lovely body to press against mine, and I would like to think she missed our intimacy just as much as I did.

Basketball practice started in October, and Lincoln State was invited to a big preseason tournament out in Seattle during the Christmas break. There was no way I could get home for even a single day during the vacation period. I did get a present from Peg. Tied with a pretty pink bow were those stockings, garter belt and panties from our first evening's fuck on the President's desk at the bank. I sent her some perfume from Seattle which wasn't nearly good enough, but was the best I could do under the circumstances. By the way, I still have her present to me tucked away, safely hidden from my wife, and all the rest of the world, for all these years.

Then right after New Year's day Peg's letters stopped and mine started to come back marked "addressee unknown - no forwarding address." I tried to call, but of course the phone was disconnected also. I called my folks to ask what happened to the Stocktons. All they could tell me was that one day they were gone, moved to nobody knew where. 

Lincoln State did well in the NCAA National championship Tournament in March so I missed he spring vacation as well. By the time I finally got back home the next summer for the few weeks before I was off to flying school as a brand new 2nd Lieutenant in the USAF, the trail was cold and my search for where Peg and Carol had gone, or why, was a total failure.

Three years later, after my commitment to active duty in the Air Force was done, I tried again to find where Peg had gone, but with no more success than before. I went to work for a local beer distributor who in later years made me a full partner in the company, and I have done well financially. I married a very fine woman, pretty, smart, and a good wife and mother. We had a couple of kids, a quiet non-turbulent marriage, and lived happily. All and all I have lived a very good and satisfying life. 

But I never quite got over Peg Stockton. In every large crowd, be it the Super Bowl, the Kentucky Derby, or just on a crowded city street, I always kept my eyes open, certain that some day she would pop back into my life. She never did. My wife knows that there was once someone named Peg for whom I carry a torch, but we have never discussed her, nor have I ever explained. 

Once, in the late 1970's, I had a call from a young lady who said she was Peg's grand daughter. She said she was passing thru town and that Peg had asked her to see if I was still living there, and if so to give me the message that she had not forgotten me. The girl wouldn't tell me much beyond that. She said she had promised Peg not to give me either Peg's or Carol's current last name (neither one was a Stockton any more) or where either now lived. Worst of all, I had to cut the conversation short. My wife overheard that I was talking to someone about the mysterious 'Peg' and things were quite cold around my house for quite a while.

I'm 70 years old now. Peg, if she is still living, would be in her middle 80's. 1952 is long gone now and mostly forgotten. I, however, have not forgotten. How could I possibly forget the dawn-coming-up smile that made my knees buckle. How could I ever forget a time when I was young and in love with an older woman... 1952, the year I came home for the summer.

- THE END -