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Marla Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



Eighteen year-old Buddy Wilson gaped when Marla Harris walked into his bedroom, her beautiful body barely concealed by a filmy black negligee.. It was obvious Mrs. Harris wore absolutely nothing under the negligee.

"Mrs. Harris!" he gulped.

"Yes, Buddy?" she purred.

He couldn't talk and couldn't take his eyes off her body. It was fantastic! Better than he dreamed it would be.

"Do you like my outfit?" Marla asked. She turned so he could see all of her. 

"Um hum," Buddy responded. He couldn't talk, but he could make sounds. An erection swelled in the tight confines of his shorts.

Mrs. Harris walked toward him. As she did, her breasts bobbed, and the robe fell open. Buddy thought he'd explode. Mrs. Harris was letting him see her naked!

"Do you think I'm beautiful, Buddy?" Marla asked as she moved closer to the bed where he lay.

"Yes, ma'am," Buddy replied, relieved he could talk again.

"Would you like to make love with me?" she whispered.

Would he! Buddy's vocal cords were paralyzed. He tried to reply, but couldn't. He nodded.

"That's nice, Buddy," Mrs. Harris whispered and knelt next to the bed. "I think you're very sexy. I've wanted to make love with you for a long time." 

"Oh God!" Buddy thought. "After dreaming about this all these years it's really going to happen!"

Mrs. Harris unzipped his shorts and took out the lad's swollen penis. "Oh, Buddy," she murmured, stroking it. "Buddy! Buddy! Buddy!"

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"Buddy! Come on, sleepyhead, it's time to get up!" a voice, not Mrs. Harris's, called. Buddy opened his eyes and looked around. He was in his own bed, in his own house. Disappointed, he realized it was his mother calling his name, not Mrs. Harris. He picked up his eyeglasses from the bedside table, put them on, and looked down at his middle. A rigid erection tented the bedcovers and his hand was stroking it.

"Damn!" he muttered, disappointed. "Why couldn't Mom have let me sleep a little longer? It really would have been wonderful to finish that dream."

The young man struggled to his feet and stretched, then went into the bathroom. He showered, dressed, and went downstairs. His mother was in the kitchen, getting breakfast.

"I thought you were going to sleep all day," his mother said. "Remember, you have to mow Harris' lawn today."

"Yeah, I remember," Buddy grumbled. If he wasn't going to get to make love with Mrs. Harris, at least he'd get to see her.

Buddy was a senior in high school and had a crush on their attractive neighbor ever since he realized girls were delightfully different from boys. In his opinion, the auburn-haired woman who lived across the street was the sexiest female in the whole world.

Marla Harris and her husband were friends of Buddy's parents and, ever since he was old enough, he had mowed Harris' lawn and did odd jobs for them. He didn't mind. They paid him extremely well, but he'd have gladly worked for them free so he could hang around their house and gaze at the object of his fantasies.

Buddy finished his breakfast and got up. "Guess I better get started," he told his mother.

"Will you be home for lunch?" his mother asked.

"Probably not," he said. "You know Mrs. Harris. She thinks she has to feed me when I work over there."

"All right, then," his mother said. "Remember, your father and I are going up to Aunt Abigail's for the weekend, so you'll be on your own until Sunday night. Make sure you eat and get enough sleep."

"Aw, Mom," Buddy said. He turned and walked out the door. He crossed the street to the Harris place and went around to the back door. He knocked and Marla came to the door, wearing a form-fitting tank top and equally snug jeans. Buddy felt his chest tighten. Mrs. Harris was his Mom's age, but she looked a lot sexier than his mother did!

"Buddy!" Marla said, her soft and husky, "Hi." She smiled at him warmly. She liked her young neighbor and enjoyed having him around. He had short brown hair, a pleasant face, wore glasses, and was a little pudgy, but he had always been very polite and she'd known for years he adored her.

"Ah, I'm here to cut the grass," Buddy said.

"I'm glad. It sure needs it," Marla replied.

Buddy went to the garage, got out the mower, and began to work. Even though a huge in-ground pool in their back yard took up a lot of area, the Harris property was big, with a lot of grass to mow. He hoped that, like other times he mowed the yard, Mrs. Harris would come out and lounge around the pool. Buddy saved the area near the pool until last, so if Mrs. Harris came out, he'd be able to watch her.

All morning he worked without seeing Mrs. Harris. He'd cut everything but the grass near the pool and was starting to feel disappointed. Maybe she wasn't going to come out today. But, when he'd about given up hope, she came out and waved to him. He turned off the mower.

"Lunch time!" Mrs. Harris called.

Buddy went in the house, washed his hands, and sat down at the kitchen table. Mrs. Harris, as usual, had enough food for three people. He ate ravenously. Smiling, Marla watched him as he ate.

"Had enough?" she asked when he finished.

"Heck, yes," he replied. "I'm stuffed." He sat back in his chair.

"It's nice to have you here," she said. "You make me feel like my cooking is special."

"Ah, it is. It's really good!" Buddy told her. He wasn't lying. Marla Harris wasn't just gorgeous, she was a fine cook, too.

"You're quite the flatterer," Marla said. She smiled and blushed a little. Buddy thought it made her even more beautiful. "You've grown into quite a handsome young man," she continued, "It seems like just yesterday you started doing our lawn."

Buddy felt himself get hot. He knew he was blushing, and felt very, very uncomfortable.

"Ah...I guess I, ah, better get back to the yard," he stammered. He pushed himself away from the table and got up. "Thanks for lunch."

"You're welcome, Buddy," Marla said.

Buddy resumed mowing and eventually the section around the pool was all that remained to be done. Filled with anticipation, he watched for Mrs. Harris, hoping she'd come out for some sun. He kept looking toward the house. At one point he almost drove the mower into the flowerbed. His hopes were finally realized when Marla Harris emerged from the house and started for the pool.

Buddy almost fell off the mower when he saw that Mrs. Harris was wearing a tiny white string bikini that left very little to the imagination. His breath caught and his heart started to pound. Mrs. Harris's body was even more fantastic than he'd imagined! He gulped and kept staring in her direction.

Marla Harris walked toward the pool slowly, her heart pounding, extremely conscious of her young admirer's wide-eyed gaze. What Buddy didn't know was that she'd been fantasizing about him, too. Her husband, Tom, spent a lot of time away on business trips and their sex life had fallen off to almost nothing. Every time Buddy came over and followed her every move with his adoring eyes, Marla experienced a thrill. At thirty-six she still carried just under a hundred and thirty pounds on her five foot eight inch frame. Her breasts were firm and filled the 34C bras she wore just fine. Her waist remained a tidy twenty-four inches and her hips retained the same thirty-three inch measurement they'd had in high school. She hadn't been able to bear children and worked out regularly, so her stomach remained nearly flat and had no stretch marks. She wore her long mass of wild, wavy hair bleached into a golden blonde hue. For her trip to the pool, she had it wound up in a French twist held in place with a spring clip.

"Maybe," she often thought, "Buddy would like to help me do something about my frustrations." Then, feeling guilty, she would force the thoughts from her mind. Until the next time the young man came over.

She bought the swimsuit - far more daring than any suit she'd ever dared buy before - for the express purpose of breaking through Buddy's reserve. She got it out every time he came over that summer, but she'd never worn it before today. The reality was she was afraid to wear the suit and to come on to Buddy. What if he didn't respond to her advances? Rejection by her husband was bad enough; rejection by Buddy would crush her.

Today was different. Screwing up her courage, Marla put the suit on and went outside. "Too late to turn back now," she thought as she walked down the back steps and started across the lawn toward the pool. She could feel herself trembling and her heart was pounding. What if Buddy didn't find her attractive? She felt like running back into the house and changing, but didn't. At last she reached the pool and laid down on a chaise lounge, surprised to discover she was filled with anticipation and growing excitement.

Buddy waved to Mrs. Harris. She waved back and he almost ran the lawnmower into a flowerbed again. He felt his penis begin to swell in the tight confines of his jeans. Moving closer and closer, he finished the lawn, keeping an eye on the lovely woman the whole time.

Marla watched him, smiling. She giggled softly when she saw how disconcerted he was. Her daring suit was having the desired effect. Perhaps she had been right to buy it. Maybe something would happen. She was surprised how warm she felt. Lying in the sun usually didn't warm her this much.

Buddy finished mowing, put the mower away, washed his hands, and walked back to the pool. He was having trouble breathing, and he had problems walking, too. He shouldn't have worn such a tight pair of jeans. When he got to the pool, he sat in one of the lawn chairs next to where Mrs. Harris lay and continued to gaze at her.

"All done with the mowing?" Marla asked.

"Yeah," Buddy replied. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The top of her suit barely covered her breasts - which he'd fondled so often in his dreams - and the tiny bottom showed him reality was far more exciting than fantasy. Her beautifully tanned skin gleamed with a slight film of perspiration.

"Do you like my new suit?" Marla asked softly.

"Um, ah, yeah! I-I sure do!" Buddy replied. His voice sounded funny to him. He should be coming on like a suave dude and he sounded like Alvin the Chipmunk. Swell!

"This is the first time I've worn it," Marla told him.

Buddy sat and stared at her. His penis hurt from the way his pants cut across it and he was sweating. He grabbed the arms of the chair to keep her from seeing that his hands were shaking.

"Buddy, would you do me a favor?" she asked.

"I'd kill for you. I'd move mountains, I'd swim the English Channel!" Buddy thought. "Um...ah...sure," he stammered.

"I can't reach my back to put on suntan lotion," Marla said. "Could you do it for me?"

"She wants me to touch her!" Buddy thought. His rigid cock jumped in his pants. Hands shaking, he picked up the tanning lotion, fumbled with the cap, finally got it open, and squeezed some lotion onto his hands. Rubbing it between his hands to warm it, he moved toward the alluring woman.

Marla watched - fascinated and excited - while Buddy blundered with the lotion container. "He's more nervous than I am!" she realized with pleasure. She rolled on her belly, waiting, and almost jumped out of her skin when his hand made contact with her back and he began to gently massage the oily fluid into her skin. Every place Buddy touched her tingled. She began to quiver with passion.

Buddy felt Mrs. Harris trembling and pulled his hand away quickly. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No! No!" Marla replied quickly. "It's fine." She didn't want to break the delicious spell she could feel developing. 

Buddy's hand resumed sliding over her back, with circular motions, caressing her, exciting her.

"That feels sooo good, Buddy," Marla murmured. "I'm glad you were here. I hate having an uneven tan."

Buddy kept massaging the oil into her skin. He had no idea touching a woman could make you feel as good as this. His penis kept swelling and straining against his shorts. He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to get up and leave. Maybe, if he took a quick swim, the damn thing would go down.

Marla wasn't the first female Buddy had touched, but this was different. She was an adult and she was beautiful. Her skin was so soft, so supple, and so warm. He'd fantasized about her for so long...

Buddy's touch was incredibly soft and light and soon Marla was bubbling with excitement and anticipation. Tom never made her feel like this, even when they were younger! It was as if Buddy were touching her insides as well as her skin. Her body seethed and simmered with need. She knew the young man was going to run out of places to put lotion if she didn't do something soon. As nervous as he was, he clearly wasn't about to go beyond her back.

"Would you do my legs, too, Buddy?" she asked.

"Um, yeah, sure," Buddy said. He complied gratefully. He didn't want to stop touching her any more than she wanted him to.

"What am I going to do when he's finished with my legs?" Marla thought, afraid that when he was done applying the lotion, Buddy would leave.

"Mowing the grass is hot work," she said. "Would you like something cold to drink?"

Buddy, who felt as if he were about to have heat stroke, gulped and said, "Yeah, you want me to go in the house and get something?"

"I have to get some things anyway," Marla said as she rose gracefully to her feet. "Come on." She started toward the house.

Buddy struggled to his feet, tried to get his rigid dick arranged comfortably, and followed her. The undulations of Mrs. Harris's firm, well-shaped buttocks as she walked ahead of him did little to ease his discomfort. Hell, the bikini bottom was so skimpy he could see her ass crack!

In the kitchen, Marla got two cans of soda out of the refrigerator and handed one to Buddy. Their hands brushed and she jumped at the electric jolt she received from his touch.

Marla looked at the young man carefully. He was quite handsome, and although he wasn't an athlete, he wasn't in bad shape. "Marla, this is wrong!" a voice inside her warned. She ignored the voice and forced herself to smile. "Have you got a steady girl, Buddy?" she asked.

"Ah, no, not really," Buddy replied. "I date some, but there's nobody special."

"I bet a good-looking guy like you doesn't have problems getting dates, do you?" Marla purred.

"Um, no, not really," Buddy muttered. He was sure his jeans were getting tighter. He had to do something. His prick hurt. As tight as his pants were, they'd probably cut off the circulation to his cock, and he had a pretty good idea that wouldn't be too good for him. "Ah, can...can I use the bathroom, Mrs. Harris?" he asked.

"Certainly," Marla replied. "You know where it is." She'd seen the swelling in the young man's crotch when he came into the house and it excited her. He looked huge! She watched him walk out of the kitchen and heard him go up the stairs. If she was going to get what she wanted, now was the time to act. She put her soda down and followed him.

Buddy was in agony. Once he got in the bathroom, he unzipped his jeans and freed his erect penis. It stood out in front of him, harder, more swollen than he ever remembered it being. He grasped it gently and groaned with pleasure. Glistening drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip as his hand began moving up and down on it. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Marla Harris's hand, not his, stroking his cock.

"Ohhhhh!!! Marla, Marla! Yesss!!" he moaned softly.

Marla stood outside the bathroom door listening to the young man's moans. Her hand started to move toward the doorknob but stopped. "What do you think you're doing?" the voice of her conscience demanded. "Do you really want to act like a slut, a bitch in heat with no morals?" The thought had the same effect as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on her. She pulled her hand back, as if the bathroom doorknob was red-hot, then she turned and bolted across the hall and into her bedroom, uttering a soft groan as she did. In her bedroom, she threw herself on the bed and began to sob. What had her life come to? She was thirty-six years old and reduced to throwing herself at teenage boys in order to get sexual satisfaction. Wracking sobs of shame and frustration shook her.

After Buddy finished in the bathroom he cleaned himself up and walked out into the hallway. He turned and took a step toward the kitchen when he heard a sound that caused him to stop in his tracks. It sounded as if someone was crying. Really crying. And the sounds seemed to be coming from Mrs. Harris' bedroom. He listened and this time he was positive that what he heard was Mrs. Harris crying. He wasn't sure why she was crying, whether he'd had something to do with making her upset, or what to do about it. He walked back and stood in front of her bedroom door, then he raised his hand to knock on the door. He paused. Should he try to see what was wrong with her, or should he just go home and leave her alone?

Another round of wrenching sobs came from behind the closed door and that helped Buddy make up his mind. He made a fist and knocked gently on the door. "Mrs. Harris?" he called. There was no answer. He knocked again. "Mrs. Harris?" he called, louder this time.

Marla heard the boy calling and was as unsure about what to do as Buddy had been. She could hear the concern in his voice. That meant he must have heard her crying. She sniffled a little, grabbed some tissue from a box on the nightstand next to the bed, and blew her nose.

"Mrs. Harris, are you all right?" Buddy called again. He was starting to get worried.

Marla took a deep breath. She had to respond to him. It didn't look as if he was about to go away. "I...I'm all right, Buddy," she called. "Look...I...why...why don't you go...go out and have a seat in the living room? I'll be...I'll be right out."

Buddy was glad she'd responded to him, and that she said she'd be out. He walked down the hallway, into the living room, and sat down on the sofa.

Marla blew her nose again, then she got off the bed. She was about to turn and walk to the door when she realized she still had the skimpy bikini on. "I'm not sure this is exactly the best outfit to be wearing when I talk with Buddy," she thought. "It's already caused enough grief." Instead of taking the swimsuit off she walked to her bedroom closet, got out a floor-length, fluffy, terrycloth robe, and slipped it on over her swimsuit. "There, that's a lot better," she thought. Then she unclipped her hair, shook her head, and let the wavy blonde mass tumble down over her shoulders. She took another deep breath, then she headed for the bedroom door.

Buddy was surprised and a little disappointed when Mrs. Harris appeared in the living room wearing the terrycloth robe. He'd hoped to see her in the bikini again. She walked over to the sofa and sat down on it a little distance from him, folding her legs under her as she did.

Marla took a deep breath. "Buddy," she said, "I want to apologize to you. I need to apologize..."

"For what?" the young man replied, interrupting her.

"For the way I've been acting," Marla said.

The teenager looked confused. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"He is so innocent," Marla thought. "I wonder if he's a virgin?" She took a deep breath and forced her thoughts back to where she wanted them to be. "Buddy, I...I know you have a crush on me..." She paused briefly, seeing a look she couldn't define in the young man's eyes. "And...and I've taken advantage of that," she continued. "I've been teasing you and I shouldn't be doing that."

Buddy wasn't sure what to say. He was shocked to hear that Mrs. Harris knew of his crush on her, but he didn't mind the teasing, not at all. "It's...it's OK," he said softly.

Marla shook her head. "No, Buddy, it isn't 'OK,'" she said. "I...I've been..." Another wave of guilt over what she'd been thinking swept over her and, without warning, she burst into tears.


Marla Ch. 01



Buddy had no clue what to do when Mrs. Harris started crying again. He'd seen crying women before, but never anyone who seemed as distraught as she was. "Maybe...maybe if I give her a...hug," he mused. He stood up, moved closer to where the sobbing woman was on the sofa, sat down next to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. "Mrs. Harris, it's...it's OK, I...I'm not upset with you," he said.

Marla needed comforting and, without thinking, she leaned against Buddy, pressing her face against his neck. She felt his arms encircle her and sighed softly. She desperately needed someone to care about her.

Buddy was thrilled to find himself holding the woman of his dreams in his arms, but since she was still crying, he wasn't sure what to do with her. He had his arms around her and his hands were on her back, so he began sliding one of them up and down, another attempt at providing her with comfort. Having his dream woman in his arms was providing him with anything but comfort. He had the hardest erection he'd ever had in his life and was trying desperately to keep himself positioned so Mrs. Harris wouldn't find out about it. He wasn't sure what had gotten her so upset. She was still crying hard enough so he could feel his neck and T-shirt getting wet from her tears.

After a while, Mrs. Harris' sobs became softer and faded to sniffles, yet she clung to him and her face remained buried against his neck. She started to sniffle and, finally, she leaned back, took a tissue out of the pocket of her robe, wiped her eyes, and blew her nose. She put the tissue back in her pocket and looked at Buddy, who looked back at her, as confused as he'd ever been. Then she cupped his face with a soft hand and said, "Oh, Buddy, you may be the only real friend I have."

Then, even though one of the two people on the sofa had decided against actively following through on her fantasy and the other was sure he'd never get to live his, they were kissing. Neither Buddy nor Marla could ever be sure exactly how they wound up kissing, or who instigated it, but they were kissing and it was the most incredible kiss either of them ever experienced. Marla's hand clutched the back of the young man's head while her tongue speared into his mouth and his speared into hers. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had kissed her the way her young neighbor was kissing her. Her heart was pounding and wild feelings were rushing through her body. She could actually feel her vagina moistening and realized her nipples had gotten rock-hard. "Oh, God! What's happening to me?" she thought. "I...I shouldn't be doing this." But she continued to exchange kisses with the young man.

Buddy wasn't sure how he wound up kissing Marla, and was stunned that she was kissing him back. The kisses they were exchanging felt better than anything he'd ever felt before in his life. In his dreams, kissing her had always been wonderful, but never this wonderful. Reality was way better than his fantasies had ever been. He decided he'd enjoy his good fortune as long as Mrs. Harris allowed him to.

During a pause in their kissing, Marla gasped for breath and tried to get herself under control again. Before she could even start to do that, she felt the young man's lips and tongue caressing her cheek, then her neck. Then she felt him pushing her robe apart and his lips traveled farther down, onto the skin of her upper chest which he'd bared. "I need to stop him before this goes too far!" she thought. She tried to say, "Buddy, please stop." What actually came out of her mouth was, "Oh, Buddy! Oh, please! Oh, please!"

Buddy couldn't believe Mrs. Harris was letting him do the things he was doing. He kept kissing the silky warm skin of her shoulders and chest and while he did, he managed to push her robe down. He wasn't sure, but he almost thought she'd helped him get it off. Then, as he continued to explore her lovely flesh with his lips and tongue, he slid his hands up her back, to her bikini. Unless she stopped him, he was going to take the top of her bikini off, although he wasn't sure exactly how to do that. The discovery that the swimsuit top tied elated him. He pulled the string and felt the bikini top loosen. A thrill went through him. He was going to get to see and feel Mrs. Harris' breasts!

Marla was almost as surprised when she helped Buddy take her robe off as the young man had been. It was as if someone else, not her, was in control of her body. "Oh, no!" she thought when she felt the young man's hands slide up her back and begin fumbling with her swimsuit bra. "Ohhhhh!" she murmured when she felt the bra loosen. Her body felt as if it was on fire. She was more aroused than she could remember being in ages. "I...I have to...I have to...stop him!" she thought, but deep down inside her she knew she wouldn't be able to stop Buddy, and didn't want to stop him.

The young man peeled the scanty swimsuit top off and stared, wide-eyed, at Mrs. Harris' breasts. They were even more gorgeous than he'd dreamed they'd be! They sagged a tiny bit but were, in his opinion, the most perfect breasts he'd ever seen. His feverish gaze was drawn to the rigid pink nipples capping the beautiful globes of flesh. "I have to know what it's like to suck them!" he thought. He bent his head, and proceeded to do just that.

When Buddy began suckling her nipple, Marla experienced such a rush of ecstasy she thought she might faint. How long had it been since Tom had paid any attention to her breasts? She couldn't call. And as far as she could remember, her husband had never made her feel as wild as her teenage neighbor was making her feel. He suckled first the right breast, then the left, his lips and tongue gentle, but insistent. And his hand kept the unattended breast from feeling neglected while his lips were busy on its mate. Marla wasn't sure where Buddy had gotten his love-making experience, but she was positive he'd had a very skilled teacher. He had her gasping and moaning, barely able to think.

The reality was, Buddy only gotten a chance for a few fumbling caresses with the girls he'd dated and had never before been able to kiss and caress a woman's bare breasts. He wasn't exactly sure what to do or how to do it, so he did what felt good to him and tried to be gentle and pay attention to how Mrs. Harris was reacting to the things he did. Judging from the sounds she was making, the way she was clutching his head, and the way her body was shaking, he was pretty sure he was doing OK. Since he wasn't being told to stop, he kept going. He slid a hand down over his dream woman's flat belly and into her bikini bottom. He'd never touched a woman's vagina, but he had read a lot about love-making, so the fact that his fingers encountered wetness didn't surprise him. "Oh, wow! She's wet! She's really hot!" he thought, elated. He was a little surprised to feel only a sparse amount of hair under his fingers, but he assumed Mrs. Harris probably had a trim to make it possible for her to wear the bikini. He let his fingers explore through the dampness and when he rubbed over a swollen, fleshy nubbin, he heard Mrs. Harris moan and felt her shudder. "That has to be her clit!" he thought. He repeated the caress, evoking an even stronger reaction from his partner.

Marla wasn't sure how much more of Buddy's caressing and touching she'd be able to stand before she had an orgasm. He had begun to caress her vagina and was strumming her clit with his fingers, making her moan and shake every time his fingers swept over the swollen, nerve-laden bud of flesh. Her insides were like a huge spring, winding tighter and tighter the longer he caressed her. As wonderful as the young man's caresses were making her feel, she knew that, before long, the spring would let loose and she would experience even more powerful and stunning feelings. Suddenly it felt as if something had snapped inside her and she was inundated with breathtaking sensations. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, Buddy! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Her body began to jolt so hard it felt as if she was having convulsions, but these convulsions felt absolutely wonderful.

Buddy was still trying to figure out the best way to caress Mrs. Harris' vagina and was completely surprised when her body began shaking and jolting, her moaning got louder and louder, and her hips rocked upward, pressing her middle against his fingers. She had been clutching his arm and her grip on it got tighter. He looked at her face and saw a look that he immediately knew was a look of bliss. "God, I've never seen anybody look any prettier!" he thought. Then he realized his companion was coming and felt a rush of pride. "I made her come! I really did make Mrs. Harris come!" he thought, thrilled.

The incredible orgasm Marla was experiencing went on so long she at first wasn't sure it would ever stop but, gradually, it did. Spent and shaken, Marla let herself fall back on the couch, straightening her legs, gasping for breath. She felt Buddy's hand slide away from her vagina and glide gently down her leg. She had no idea where he'd learned to be such a skillful lover, but so far he'd far surpassed anything she'd anticipated all of the times she'd thought about him. His fingers reversed course and began moving up the inside of her thigh again. She was surprised to feel thrills again coming from his touch. One of her legs dropped over the side of the couch, leaving her vaginal area wide open to the teenager's eyes. "Oh, God!" she thought. "If he keeps going like that, he's going to make me crazy!" She moaned softly, but made no effort to stop him. There was no way she wanted him to stop! Her level of excitement leaped when she felt his fingers undoing the ties that held her swimsuit bottom in place.

Buddy got the bottom of Mrs. Harris' swimsuit loose, then he tugged the tiny piece of clothing off and dropped it on the floor. Then he got to his knees, pushed down his shorts and, with his rigid penis waving and jolting, he shuffled across the sofa until he was between his pretty neighbor's splayed legs. He realized he had a problem. He wanted to fuck Mrs. Harris more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life, but he wasn't exactly sure how to accomplish that deed. He knew his penis went into her vagina, but had no experience actually making that connection.

Marla was lying there with her eyes closed, savoring the wonderful sensations Buddy was evoking in her body, when he stopped touching her. She could feel him moving around on the sofa, opened her eyes, and realized he'd pushed his pants down, exposing what to her feverish gaze was the most beautiful erection she'd ever seen. When he shuffled up between her legs, her heart began to pound. He was going to take her, to put that beautiful swollen shaft inside her! She was puzzled when, after he was close enough to do what she so desperately wanted him to do, he stopped. She looked up at the young man's face, saw the puzzled look on it, and immediately knew what the problem was. "Lean over me, Buddy," she whispered. "Lean over me and kiss me." The young man did just that and when he did, she reached between them, grasped his swollen organ in her hand, and guided it into her opening. She felt the tip there, teasing her, then he lowered his hips and she gasped as the entire organ slid into her. God, it felt so wonderful!

Buddy was surprised how incredible it felt when his erection slid into Mrs. Harris' snug opening. He'd read enough about love-making to know it would feel good, but nothing he'd ever read prepared him for how absolutely divine it did feel to have his erect penis buried in a woman. The opening clutching his organ was so warm, so moist, and was also surprisingly snug. He wasn't sure, but despite the waves of delight sweeping over him, he was pretty sure he could feel it rippling, too. He didn't know it, but the fact that he'd made himself come in the bathroom before he started with Mrs. Harris made it possible for him to be the kind of lover he'd always dreamed he'd be. He began moving his hips in the age-old motions of love-making and was surprised to find that the stupendously good feelings he was experiencing got even better. He wanted to go slow, to make his first love-making experience last as long as possible, but his body was responding to messages from someplace other than his brain and began moving faster and faster and a bit more powerfully than he intended.

Marla was prepared to have her first session with the young man be brief because she was pretty sure he wasn't all that experienced, and he was really turned on, so she was completely surprised when, instead of coming the minute he was in her, his hips continued to move and his fabulous erection kept caressing the inside of her vagina. His forceful plunging quickly had her ascending the spiral of delight once more. "My God! Why didn't I do this sooner?" the love-starved woman asked herself as the young man's body slapped against hers and his erection probed deep into her. "He's incredible!" "Yes...Buddy! Oh, God, yes! Oh, Buddy! Yes! Oh...yes!" she grunted as he continued plunging into her. He was going to last long enough to... "Oh, God! Take me, Buddy! Please! Take me now!" she screamed. Once more her body went into spasms of delight as an orgasm even more powerful than the one she'd just experienced on his fingers exploded through her. "Ohhhhhhh! Buddy! Ohhhhhhhhh! Buddybuddybuddybuddy!! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Buddy felt Mrs. Harris' body begin to quake, then bright lights were flashing behind his closed eyes and the most exquisitely wonderful sensations possible were shooting through him. He felt his insides tightening and then they unleashed and he felt his hot juices pouring into Mrs. Harris. "Unnnnnhhhhhh!" he groaned, pressing his hips tightly against hers, feeling her body rocking under him.

Spent, the two lovers lay in each other's arms on the sofa for some time. The young man still found it hard to believe he actually had made love with Mrs. Harris, but the proof was there, beautiful and naked, in his arms, smiling at him.

"Buddy, where did you learn to make love like that?" Marla asked softly, caressing his face with her hand. In her opinion, the young man was a far more skilled and satisfying lover than her husband had ever been.

Buddy's face got red. "I...um...I...dunno," he replied. "Um...I...ah...I just did stuff you seemed to like is all. Was...was I really that good for you?"

Marla kissed him. "You certainly were," she replied. "I've never, ever had anyone make love to me as well as you just did. Was it good for you?"

Buddy grinned and nodded. "I...I never, ever figured it...ah...making love...would feel as good as it did...does."

Marla was stunned when she realized what the young man had just implied. "Buddy," she said, "Was that the first time you've ever made love?"

The teenager's face got bright red again and he nodded. "Ah...yeah...I...it is...was," he said sheepishly.

"My God!" Marla gasped. "Buddy, if you were that good the first time you ever did it..." She paused and a shudder raced through her body. "You could be a very dangerous young man." She chuckled. "Dangerous in the nicest possible way," she added.

"Oh," the young man said, still blushing furiously.

"Buddy, you're going to have to let me up," Marla said. "I have to use the bathroom." She slid out of his arms and stood up. For some reason it didn't bother her to be standing next to the sofa naked, looking down at the young man, who was looking at her avidly. "Do you have to go home right away?" she asked.

"Ah...my folks went to my aunt's place for the weekend," Buddy told her. "They won't be home until Sunday night, so..."

"Why don't you go to my bedroom and wait for me?" Marla suggested.

"My God, I'm taking a chance," she thought as she walked down the hall. "A whole weekend with him and I may not be able to walk." She hugged herself and was wearing a broad smile as she walked into the bathroom.

"Marla - Chapter 2" will be posted soon.



Marla Ch. 02



Buddy Wilson walked into Marla Harris' bedroom, pulled down the covers, and slid into the bed. The eighteen year-old still wasn't sure exactly how he'd wound up making love to his gorgeous older neighbor, but he had. And she'd told him he was the best lover she'd ever had, too. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure it wasn't a dream - he'd had plenty of those about Mrs. Harris over the years - but he was also afraid to pinch himself because if it was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. After they finished making love, Mrs. Harris told him to go to her bedroom and wait for her while she went to the bathroom, and that's exactly what the young man did.

In the bathroom, the young man's thirty-six year-old neighbor was also trying to fathom exactly how the wonderful things that had happened just a short while earlier had come to be. She'd set out to seduce the young man, but had backed out at the last minute, only to have things occur that led to her getting exactly what she wanted anyhow. She'd just enjoyed the most satisfying session of love-making she'd ever experienced  with her virile young neighbor. And he was still there, waiting in her bedroom.

Marla finished what she had to do to get herself cleaned up, then she took a washcloth and towel out of the linen cabinet and got the washcloth wet with warm water, then she headed for the bedroom, where Buddy Wilson was waiting for her. She didn't have any clothes on, and continued to be surprised that walking around the house nude didn't bother her, nor did being nude in front of her teenage neighbor. A thrill went through her when she walked into the bedroom, saw Buddy's eyes scan over her body, and recognized the look of appreciation on his face. "He really does think I'm attractive," she thought, delighted. She smiled and walked across the room to the bed. "I thought I'd clean you up a little," she said softly, sitting down on the bed next to Buddy. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Um...no...ah...not at all," the young man replied. Cleaning him up wasn't exactly what he thought Mrs. Harris had in mind, but if that's what she wanted to do, he was more than happy to go along with it. He slid up in the bed, so he was sitting with his back against the headboard. He wanted to watch what Mrs. Harris was going to do because he was positive it was going to feel fantastic.

"I hope this isn't too warm," Marla said as she wrapped the warm, wet washcloth around the young man's semi-erect penis. She carefully cleaned all of the remnants of their earlier love-making off him and was ecstatic to feel his erection growing harder and harder as she did. When she finished, she sat there, looking at the swollen pillar of flesh that jutted from the teenager's loins and pointed toward the ceiling. "It's so beautiful!" she thought. "And it made me feel so good!" Impulsively, she bent and kissed it, drawing a loud cry of delight from Buddy. "I want to taste him!" she thought. "I...I need to taste him!" She bent and parted her lips. She'd never had a man in her mouth before. Tom had begged her to do it to him for years, but she refused, thinking it was dirty. Now, more than anything, she wanted to feel the swollen veins along the side of Buddy erection against her lips. She wanted to make him come, to swallow his juices! She lowered her head a little more, then she experienced a rush of exhilaration when the arrow-shaped tip of the young man's swollen penis touched her lips.

Buddy, quaking, lay on the bed, unable to speak. Thrills wilder than any he'd ever imagined it was possible to feel were coursing through him. If Mrs. Harris actually took his erection all the way into her mouth, he knew he wouldn't be able to do anything but come! And he couldn't do anything to stop her! He continued to watch while his erection slid slowly into Mrs. Harris's mouth and heat and wetness engulfed him. Powerful sensations, incredibly delightful rocketed through him. "Ahhhhhh!!!!!" he moaned, as sound finally burst from him. "Oh, my God!" his frenzied mind screamed. "Mrs. Harris really is sucking my cock!" Between what he was seeing and the incredible feelings exploding through his body, it was too much. His body was overwhelmed by the passion Mrs. Harris' caresses aroused. Buddy realized he was going to come, but before he could utter a word of warning, his orgasm exploded and a geyser of hot, sticky fluids spewed into Mrs. Harris' mouth. "Mrs. Harris!!!" he groaned, "I...I'm sorry...I...Ohhhhh!!!! Oh, God!!"

Marla felt the penis in her mouth begin to throb and realized what was going to happen, but before she could decide what to do, Buddy's hot, sticky fluids were spurting into her mouth. At first she was afraid she'd gag. Then, acting on instinct because her mouth was full, she swallowed. It was too much. Buddy continued to groan and erupt and his hot, sticky fluids seeped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. While Buddy writhed in the throes of orgasm, a delightful quiver ran through Marla's body and she realized she'd come, too. It wasn't a mind-blowing orgasm like the ones she'd shared with Buddy earlier, but it was wonderful just the same. Even though she felt Buddy's penis begin to soften, Marla continued sucking on it and licking it. Finally, when he was completely limp and licked clean, she let the now-flaccid shaft slide from her mouth, sat back on her heels, and looked at him. "Was that good for you, Buddy?" she asked. Her voice had a breathless quality. "I don't believe I did that!" she thought. "And I really don't believe I liked it!"

"It was awesome!" Buddy replied. "It was unreal!"

Marla moved to the center of the bed and laid down, patting the bed next to her. Buddy slid over until his body was pressing against hers. "Nobody's...I never...nobody's done that to me before," he stammered.

"Believe it or not, I never did that before," Marla whispered. She gazed at the young man and stroked his face. He was so young! "I'm glad I was the first for you...that we could share this first time."

Buddy slid his arm around her and Marla snuggled into his embrace. His hands began roaming over her body and she luxuriated in the warmth that radiated from his body as it pressed against hers. The minute Buddy began touching her, excitement blossomed in her and began to grow. She loved this! Buddy wanted her! His touch was heavenly! He was so gentle! This was the most wonderful day of her life!

"Buddy! Oh, Buddy!" Marla murmured as she covered his face with wet kisses. "Make love to me! Please, Buddy darling, make love to me!"

Buddy looked down at her breasts. They were even more beautiful than he'd dreamed they'd be! Full and firm, they stood proudly, capped by dark circles from which protruded large, erect nipples. His hand shaking, he touched one.

"Buddy!!! Oh, Buddy!!!" Marla groaned. Exquisite thrills shot through her as the young man tenderly explored her breast. Then he engulfed the nipple with his lips and began to suck softly. It felt so marvelous she thought she was going to come, right then and there! Buddy's lips moved from one nipple to the other and back, and Marla responded mightily. She writhed on the bed, moaning.

"Buddy!!! Buddy!! Oh, Buddy!!!!" Marla groaned, her back arching, her body on fire. "Kiss them!!!! Oh, God, Buddy, kiss them!!! Take me!! Please take me!!" she cried, clutching at him, her hips rising and falling on the bed, seeking fulfillment. "I need you!!!"

Buddy rolled atop her and stared, wide-eyed and disbelieving at the body that was lying under his, as if he was seeing it for the first time. He still found it hard to believe this all was happening, but the proof was there, under him. His penis had again gotten hard and was pointing down at the spot between his lover's legs where it seemed to want to be.

"Buddy, please!!!" Marla begged. She clutched at him, her hips rose, seeking him, "I need you!!!"

His pulse pounding, Buddy lowered his hips and the tip of his re-invigorated cock brushed the torrid dampness of her labia. He groaned softly and pushed forward. He felt her labia parting, then warmth of her vagina engulfed the head of his cock. Shivers of delight rippled up his spine.

"Yesss!!! Oh, God, Buddy, yessss!!!!!" Marla groaned when Buddy's swollen penis invaded her and filled, stretched, and delighted her. She pressed her hips upward, welcoming him. This was more fantastic than she could ever have imagined! When the young man's pubic bone pressed against hers, she felt fuller than she'd ever been! Her clit, inflamed, vibrated with joy. She couldn't believe how satisfying it felt to have him in her! When Buddy began to move, sliding that incredible tool in and out, Marla knew she couldn't wait long. She was going to come! She had to come!

Buddy, more aware of his surroundings than the first time he'd made love with Marla, was surprised by what he was feeling. Mrs. Harris's vagina grasped him, milked him; her hips pressed against his, rocking him, building his passion to a fiery peak. He couldn't wait; he had to come!

"Oh, God!!! Oh, God!! I...I can't...wait!! I can't wait!!!" Buddy groaned. His juices came roaring out of his body, flooding into Mrs. Harris.

"Buddy! Oh, Buddy, yessss!!!" Marla cried when she felt the young man's hot cream bathing her insides. That was all it took to send her off on yet another roller coaster ride of wonder. "My beautiful, beautiful lover!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!! Take me, Buddy!!! 

Take me!! I'm coming!!!!! Ohhhhhh!!!! Yessssss!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" The couple's bodies struggled against one another while exquisite sensations flashed between them. At last, spent, they lay cuddled in a warm embrace.

Marla kissed Buddy. "You are so wonderful!" she exclaimed. "You are so good for me!"

Buddy didn't know what to say so he kissed her. Then, without intending to, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Marla was awakened by a tickling sensation and was disoriented at first, then she saw that Buddy was trailing his fingers lightly over her belly. "Oh, Buddy!" she murmured. The young man looked startled and pulled his hand away.

"That's fine, Buddy," Marla said, "Don't stop! That feels wonderful!" She enjoyed the sensations that resulted from his loving exploration of her body. She was also thrilled to realize that what felt like another erection was pressing against her leg. Buddy appeared to be insatiable and that was just fine with her. His fingers moved over her vaginal lips, prodding, seeking, again fanning the fires of passion. Soon he had her so aroused her hips were twisting and rising. She gasped and her body shook as his exploring fingers moved onto her clit.

Buddy looked at her. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.

"Oh, no, darling!" Marla replied. "Please don't stop!" She closed her eyes and allowed the delectable feelings resulting from his caresses to rush over her, to overwhelm her. Why hadn't she taken a young lover years ago? She felt Buddy's warm breath on her open, pulsing cunt, and her hips jolted upward of their own accord when his tongue probed into her.

"Buddy!!!! Oh, God, yesss!!!" she keened, "Yessss!!! Oh, yessssss!!!!!"

Buddy knew about going down on women but had never done it. He'd also heard women were supposed to really like it. Heck, it if felt half as good as when Mrs. Harris went down on him... That knowledge didn't keep him from being surprised by the response his actions produced in Mrs. Harris when he pressed his mouth against her vagina. She thrust herself against his mouth and he tasted her juices, mixed with his, and found the taste not at all unpleasant. His tongue lashed the silky surfaces, seeking, then he found the swollen bud of her clit. He began to lick it, her hips went wild, and he had to grab her buttocks and hang on.

"Gaaahhh!!!! Oh, Buddy!!! Oh, Buddy!!!! I'm coming again, Buddy!!!!" Marla shrieked, her hands raking the sheets, her body convulsing with pleasure as his lips and tongue brought her to another crashing orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Buddy was startled when Mrs. Harris's moans stopped suddenly and she went limp. At first he was scared he'd done something to hurt her, but, as he watched her chest rise and fall and saw the smile on her lips, he realized she'd either passed out or gone to sleep. He gave her vagina one last kiss, then stretched out next to her. He'd never seen a woman as excited as Mrs. Harris had just been, and he'd been the one who made her that way. He didn't realize it then, but his self-confidence got a healthy boost.

The young man spent a little time studying Mrs. Harris' body as she slept and was amazed by what he saw. "Real women aren't like the ones in the magazines," he mused as he studied his slumbering lover's form. "I think I like the real women a whole lot better." He realized his penis had again grown erect, painfully so. He looked up at Mrs. Harris' face, to see if she was still sleeping and saw that her eyes were open and that she was grinning. "Judging from what I feel pressing against my leg, I assume you like what you see," she murmured.

"You better believe I do," Buddy replied. He smiled, got to his knees, and moved between her lean, lovely legs. Mrs. Harris reached between them and took hold of his erection and, while he lowered himself, she guided him back into her lovely body.

Marla loved it. Buddy never seemed to get tired of making love to her. Once more his erection was plunging into her, inflating a balloon of lust that was soaring upward to a place where she knew she would burst into the world of incredible bliss he always took her to. She looked up at Buddy's passion-filled face looming over her. She was getting fucked. Well-fucked!

"Ohhhh, Buddy!!!" she groaned. She reached up, pulled him down onto her breasts, and drove her tongue deep into his mouth. Their tongues dueled, inflaming both of them even more. "Yessss!!! Oh, darling, yessss!!" Marla moaned. "Give me more, Buddy!!!! Morrrreeeee!!!"

Buddy kept lunging into her. Having come twice, he was elated to see that he seemed to be able to keep going a lot longer than he had before. Marla's clutching cave sent fierce rushes of pleasure through him, but he wasn't about to come yet. He as if he might never have to stop! Her body rocked up against his, shaking the bed.

"Are you close?" Marla whispered, pulling him down to kiss him again.

"Ah...not really," Buddy replied. "Do...do you want to...stop?"

"Oh, God, no, Buddy, don't stop! This feels so good!!!" She giggled. "Have you ever made love doggie-style?" she asked.

"Ah...no...never," Buddy replied. His total sexual experience had been with Mrs. Harris. He did like the idea, though.

"You want to try?" Marla asked.

"Sure, why not?" Buddy said.

They changed positions and the next thing Marla knew, Buddy's distended pole was sliding into her from the rear. He plunged into her that way for a while, then he reached under her, grasped her dangling breasts, and began twirling her rigid nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Marla was startled when a stronger rush of feelings speared into her and realized she could come again! In fact... "Ohhh!!!!! Again!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Buddy!!!! Again!!! Oh, God, I'm coming again!!!!!" she cried. She pushed back against him, feeling his thighs slap against hers and rode out another orgasm, perhaps her best one yet. "Yesss!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, Buddy!!! Buddy!!! Yesss!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

When he heard Marla's cries, saw her body jolting, and felt her vaginal walls rippling along his erection, Buddy suddenly realized he'd lost his ability to continue. "Gaaaaa!!!!! Uhhhhh!!!" he groaned, and erupted into her again.

Finally, sated, they collapsed onto the bed. Buddy was laying on top of Marla.

"Oh, God, Buddy, that was unreal!" Marla gasped. She loved how it felt to have him laying on her.

Buddy felt his penis softening, so he pulled out and slid onto his side next to Mrs. Harris. "God, Mrs. Harris," he murmured, looking into her lovely green eyes. "That was awesome! God, every time we make love it's awesome!" He slid an arm around her and she snuggled against him.

"Buddy," Marla said. "There's something I'd like you to do."

"What?" the young man replied.

Marla giggled. "I'd like you to call me Marla," she said. "I think we know each other well enough for you to do that, don't you think?"

Buddy's face got red. "Ah...yeah...I...I guess we do," he agreed.

"Good," Marla said. She gave him a gentle kiss, then laid her head down on the pillow. Before long, she was again sound asleep, as was her young lover.

Marla - Part 3 will be posted soon.



Marla Ch. 02



The Second Chapter - Piss

The click-clack of Marla's heels upon the cracked tiled floor echoed through the dank corridor. The decaying surroundings in which Marla found herself contrasted incongruously with the elegant evening gown and delicate make-up worn by the woman. Whereas Marla was presented near perfect, the building possessed a dilapidated air of abandonment and decay. The walls were adorned with graffiti, some ancient some new. Odd bits of rubbish were strewn haphazardly along the corridors, bits of wood, remnants of shattered windows, and, bizarrely, an androgynous shop window mannequin.

Marla surveyed the crumbling setting, taking a quick glance at the forlorn nakedness of the dummy, "Armand," she murmured quietly as though to speak loudly might disturb some lurking sprite and invoke some kind of pernicious visitation. "This place is awful, it's a ruin."

"Yes it is," Armand agreed. "Isn't it perfect?" His smile was like a knife.

"For what?" The tone of her voice echoed her fear. 

"The contrast between you and this place," Armand paused and indicated Marla's form with a sweep of his hand. "You, my dear," he grinned again. "You are exquisite, a work of art no less, whereas here-" another sweep of the hand, this time indicating the decrepit area around the pair. "This place is rotten."

"I still don't understand."

"You entered this place unspoiled," Armand explained. "You will leave it utterly ruined. Used, corrupted, debased." He paused, savouring the flavour of his words. "Tainted," he ended.

The words curled like a lupine tongue through Marla's cunt as arousal displaced fear. "You filthy bastard," Marla groaned. "What do you have in mind?"

Armand laughed in reply, and then without answering, led Marla along the corridor, leaving the mannequin staring blankly after them.

The original building had been constructed during the Victorian era. It had begun as a small hospital and, having survived the Second World War, had grown by the burgeoning influence of the welfare state, with further wings and wards added at the whim of NHS bureaucrats. Then, inevitably, it fell upon hard times until -- in the 1990's -- it was abandoned in favour of a newer, more modern, less efficient, soulless place of healing.

Ringed by mesh fencing, and with windows and doors boarded, the place then fell victim to the underclasses, the unseen and unwashed that inhabit the cracks in society. The once pristine walls and floors defiled by spray paint, needles and used condoms. The proud façade had crumbled, once proud now a wreck, like Miss Haversham from Dickensian lore.

Armand led Marla down a staircase; she could hear the drip, drip of water and soon found herself walking through a stygian level, stepping around murky puddles as she went. Eventually Armand pushed open a door. It opened with noisy, creaking reluctance, voicing displeasure at the ache in its arthritic hinges. 

Marla stepped beyond and into a large room, a surgical ward no less in former times. How the mighty have fallen. Marla surveyed the site, the ubiquitous graffiti daubing the walls and the same detritus scattered around the floor. On the level above the storefront dummy was the oddity, whereas here a supermarket trolley was the curiosity. Who brings this shit in here, and why?, Marla thought. 

"Here we are," Armand said.

The difference between this room and the rest of the abandoned structure was that temporary lighting had been set up. Battery powered and silent the several units starkly illuminated a single mattress in a circle of bright light, throwing the corners of the room into deep shadow.

Marla noticed a movement from a corner and turned her head in time to see a man appear from the gloom. Then more movement and another man appeared, followed by another, and then one more. Marla stopped counting at eight. It was academic by then, however many appeared she would let them do whatever they were going to do. 

Where do I draw the line? Marla shrugged inwardly. Let's face it, Marla, you love it. It's dirty and disgusting and you're hooked. She broke off her internal monologue to ask, "Is that all of them?" 

Armand laughed, "Would it make any difference?" he asked as though he'd read Marla's thoughts.

"No," hissed Marla as the warmth between her legs spread suddenly; the fire of her lust igniting.

"As I said," Armand murmured, "you'll leave here totally spoiled. You won't be able to bathe; you'll have their semen in your hair, smeared over your body... The taste of them will be on your tongue, the stuff will be dripping from your rectum..." He watched Marla carefully, gauging her reaction.

"Oh dear god..." Marla groaned as she pictured her future self in her mind's eye. The image of her skin smeared with come, her hair, so carefully coiffed at present, a ragged mess of rat's tails...

Armand judged her mood correctly. "Come to her," he commanded, and as one, the men crept forward, an inexorable tide of desire.

One person remained hidden however. The Watcher wasn't yet ready to reveal herself. She wanted to watch Marla being used, she was patient, and she would have her fun. Later. 

Marla surrendered herself to the pack. Physical resistance was useless, even if she'd had the inclination, the hounds had been let slip, and she was the prey. Hands reached for her. Eager fingers tore at her dress and the garment was yanked up over her head and discarded. Then, the delicate brassiere and matching thong were ripped from her body. There was a collective and appreciative intake of breath from the men when Marla's voluptuous curves were revealed to their hungry stares. She heard one or two mutters of approval before the hands once again reached out to her.

Marla felt her body mauled and pawed. Her breasts were massaged and squeezed; her legs were forced apart to allow fingers to probe at the sopping lips of her shaven sex. Marla tottered on her heeled shoes and almost fell as one man, bolder than the rest, pulled her face to his, his fingers tight in her hair, as he pushed his tongue into Marla's mouth.

Marla didn't remain upright for many more seconds. She was almost thrown onto the grubby mattress and immediately felt erect cocks at her mouth and pussy. As she opened her mouth to accommodate the first man orally while she felt a simultaneous invasion below. 

She mumbled her approval around a mouthful of cock as her lovers began to pump into her at both ends.

"She's turning out to be the consummate harlot."

Armand smiled at the Watcher's words. "She is indeed," he replied.

"You've done well," the Watcher murmured; her voice rough and ragged with lust. "I want you to take me from behind while I watch the slut being used." 

"Of course, madam," Armand consented, "always a pleasure."

The Watcher, platinum blonde to Marla's raven colouring, wearing the black leather corset, stockings, boots and haughty expression of a dominatrix, offered her peach rear to Armand. The man held his erection steady with one hand and guided the thing between the Watcher's labia. He pushed, felt the barest resistance, and sank deep into her with a sigh.

"Delightful as ever, Armand," the watcher hissed as she looked back over one shoulder at her lover. "Thick and hard as iron, now..." The Watcher turned her attention back to the debauched scene on the mattress. "Fuck that big thing into me."

Armand dug his fingers into his employer's hips and humped at her with canine eagerness. He observed beyond the Watcher's head and saw Marla being fucked by an enthusiastic black man. The tide mark of Marla's yearning was clearly visible on the man's shaft when he pulled the length of his cock almost clear of her body. The sheen of Marla's juice glinted under the glare of the spotlights, coating the ebony shaft with its lubricant and easing the slide of the piston in and out.

Marla's moans and squeals echoed around the room as her excitement grew. "Fuck me you big bastard," she grunted lewdly before pulling another penis onto her tongue. 

The Watcher sawed at her clitoris while she witnessed the first spurts of semen arc onto Marla's face.

"Armand..." the Watcher moaned. "I want you to pump your seed into me. I'm going to cream pie the slut... Oh... Oh fuck... I -- adore -- this. It's so... It's so fucking bad." 

The Watcher groaned and jerked as her climax rippled, slowly at first, and then with a roar from her core and along her limbs to the tips of her toes and fingers. Through half closed eyes she watched as Marla crouched over a supine man. The man held his erection steady and Marla lowered herself onto the upright stalk. 

"In my arse," Marla grunted. "I want it right in my arse." She groaned and squealed again as the dome butted against the tight ring of her sphincter. Marla gritted her teeth against the burn as the invading thing forced her anus open. The lust quelled any inclination to avoid the stinging in her rectum as finally, the man eased the shaft into Marla's dirty-hole. "Another!" Marla yelled. "One of you in my cunt."

Her request was quickly fulfilled. Then another man all but silenced Marla's barbaric grunting by pushing himself between her lips and fucking her mouth. Marla gagged and spat as the length of the man slid along her gullet. Her chin was covered with drool when, following her recovery, Marla slurped at the penis between her lips.

And so the scene continued. Marla was fucked, used, and thoroughly abused for over forty minutes. Sometimes all three holes were filled at once, other times men pulled her into positions to suit themselves as they used her singly.

Armand fucked into the Watcher periodically, usually as the woman herself commanded, but on occasion he would turn to her and use her for his own gratification -- they had that kind of relationship.

"Remember, you're going to fill me with your come," the Watcher reminded Armand.

"As if I could forget," he responded and leaned over her back and cupped the woman's breasts in his palms.

The Watcher twisted her torso, keeping Armand inside her from behind; she turned and leaned her face to him. "Kiss me," she urged, "kiss me and fuck me... You're such a delicious fucker."

"Your wish, madam..." Armand held her tightly and licked and slurped at her tongue. "I fear," he said almost formally, "I fear I'm going to come..."

"Do it," the Watcher acquiesced."

Armand hissed and grimaced when he finally allowed himself the luxury of orgasm. It was a rare occasion that the Watcher allowed him to come inside her, Armand savoured every occurrence.

Meanwhile Marla had enjoyed several intense climaxes of her own, as well as having several deliveries of semen spattered across her body, spunk dribbled from her vagina and anus, her hair hung with thick ropes of the stuff, and her skin was liberally coated. 

There was barely an inch of her not covered with goo of some description. Rivulets trickled along Marla's flanks, down the slopes of her breasts, while her belly button was an oasis of sticky gloop. Her thighs were slick with a combination of several loads of seed and her own juice. The tattered remnants of her stockings were smeared and the mattress wet with stains.

Marla's eyes shone with delight at the extreme foulness of her behaviour. The feeling of liberation she experienced was intense. She may have been an object of male lust, but she had made the choice. Without her agreement none of this would have taken place. She had allowed them access to her body. Marla felt that she owned the power. She had excited these men; she had turned them from -- in all probability -- normal, decent citizens, and had made them animals. However, if Marla thought that she had reached the limit of her depravity, then she was mistaken.

Armand appeared, with his now diminished penis back inside his trousers. He surveyed the debauchery.

"Piss on her," he said simply.

"What..?" Marla cried too late. 

Two men, followed by a third, moved. Before Marla could react she felt the jets of urine splash over her breasts.

A fourth man aimed and let fly with a great arc of piss, and then another man followed suit.

Excellent, thought the Watcher. She truly is a slut.

Astonished by the sudden turn of events, Marla didn't really know what was happening when the first sprays hit her, but then, as more streams of piss showered down on her, Marla experienced a moment of ecstasy. 

"Nasty," she squealed. "Piss... You nasty, dirty, cunts..." Then even as she moved to open her legs she continued, "Piss on my twat, piss on my pussy."

Marla held the lips of her sex open with her fingertips. The hot, scarlet of her opening was a target now and Marla squealed in delight as the streams of urine spattered against her clitoris.

The mattress became a urine soaked marsh as the apparently never-ending streams splashed onto her skin and ran in rivers over her body. Marla thrilled to the sensation of the hot liquid showering her breasts, her areolae tightened like never before, and her nipples ached with renewed lust. 

Marla writhed and the mattress squelched beneath her as she pushed two, then three fingers into the clench of her pussy. She rubbed at her clitoris in a frenzy of fingering, eventually climaxing with noisy echoes as, one by one, the streams subsided and died.

At a signal from Armand the men exited, leaving Marla writhing on her bed of filth.

"Hello, Marla."

Marla opened her eyes at the sound of the woman's voice. "Who..?" She stuttered, unable to process another surprise. Who was this woman? On one level Marla recognised how attractive the woman was. Lithe figured, long-legged in those slutty boots, pretty, elfin face, and tight tits with the rigid nipples peeping over the cups of the bustier. 

Anastasia, the-no-longer-watcher, smiled. "You'll get to know me, Marla." She approached the supine woman. "But now, one more thing -- one more, nasty, filthy thing."

"Oh god... What?"

"Armand's come. I want you to lick it from my body. I want you to drink it from me."

The moment stretched; a chewing-gum strand of elastic time. "Who..?" Marla repeated.

"Later," soothed Anastasia. "Later you and I will sit together and I'll explain it all, but now..." Anastasia knelt on the sodden mattress and kissed Marla's cheek. "Now I want you to suck my cunt and taste Armand from me." Anastasia stared into Marla's eyes. "Will you do it?"

Marla whispered, "Yes."

Anastasia straddled Marla's head and pushed her sex onto the woman's mouth. "Suck me," she commanded, no longer the gentle creature she had just portrayed. "Lick my clit, tongue my hole, and drink his come."

Marla dabbed an expeditionary tongue at Anastasia's body. After the first tentative licks however Marla's excitement burned hot once more and she began to slurp with energy and exuberance. The trickle of Armand's semen slid from the blonde's opening, a dribble that Marla sucked at with relish.

Armand stood in mute amazement and watched. It was all he could do.

"Yes, my filthy little wench," Anastasia groaned. "Lick me, make me come." She looked at Armand, her eyes shining. "Look at her, Armand. Look at her drinking your come. She's perfect."

Then Anastasia let out a howl of delight, a sound that reverberated through the disused corridors and long-abandoned wards of the old hospital. She sighed and sobbed as her climax boiled, and then, in a final act of depravity, she let go with a stream of piss that squirted onto Marla's face. 

Marla opened her mouth and allowed the jet to spurt onto her tongue. She felt her mouth fill quickly with the hot fluid straight from the blonde woman's bladder. Marla spat the stuff in a high spray, like spume from a whale's blow-hole, a mist of piss, and then opened her mouth to take more. She drank some of the stuff and finally sat up when Anastasia rolled from atop her. Marla let one final mouthful dribble from between her lips, the liquid running in a river down over her magnificent breasts from where it dripped onto her thighs and stained the mattress further.

Anastasia kissed Marla on the mouth, her tongue exploring deep, tasting the residue of Armand's semen and her own pee. "Now, my spoiled darling," Anastasia muttered. "Come home with us. Let's discuss what games we can play next." 



Marla Ch. 03



Marla Harris woke up and realized it was daylight. She turned her head, expecting Buddy, her teenage lover, to be lying next to her, and was disappointed that he wasn't. "Did...did he go home?" she wondered. Then she realized the house was filling with the smell of cooking bacon and realized the young man had gotten up and was cooking breakfast. "I'm impressed," she thought. Come to think of it, other than her mother, nobody had ever cooked breakfast for her. She threw back the covers and looked down at her body. Dried remnants of love-making remained on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. "Buddy really is incredible," she mused as she swung her slim legs over the side of the bed and sat up.

A few minutes later, wearing her fluffy terrycloth robe, Marla walked into the kitchen. Buddy, wearing his shorts and T-shirt, was standing at the stove and flipping a pancake, looked over at her and smiled. "You don't mind that I'm making breakfast, do you?" he asked.

"God, no," Marla replied. "I think it's wonderful. I'm starved."

"I was, too," the young man said. He flipped the last of the pancakes he'd made onto an oven-safe plate and put it in the oven to stay warm. Then he turned and walked across the kitchen to where Mrs. Harris was standing. Before she could do or say anything, he'd untied the sash around her robe, opened it, and slid his hands around her waist.

"Buddy!" Marla gasped. She felt herself being pulled into the young man's arms. Then his lips pressed against hers and feelings just like those she recalled from the day before began exploding through her body. She felt his hands sliding down and cupping her bottom. He pulled her against him and the intensity of the thrill she was feeling intensified when she felt the swollen mass at his middle pressing against her belly. "He still wants me!" she thought, elated. She slid her arms around him and began kissing him back with the same level of fervor he was kissing her. She loved how it felt to have his tongue plunging into her mouth and to have his hands squeezing her bare bottom. Her teenage neighbor seemed to have the ability to make her feel like a teenager, too. It had been ages since she'd felt so alive, so desired, so sexual. She should have seduced him ages ago.

"Is...isn't our breakfast going to get cold?" she gasped between kisses.

"It will stay warm in the oven," Buddy replied. He chuckled, "and we'll keep each other warm, OK?"

"God, yes!" Marla responded. She plastered her mouth against the young man's again. She felt him moving her, turning her, walking her backward while they kissed, and assumed he might be guiding her back to the bedroom. When her bottom came in contact with the edge of the kitchen table, she knew she was wrong. "He...he can't be planning to..." before she could finish the thought, she felt herself being lifted onto the table. The minute she was on the table, Buddy's hands slid up and began toying with her breasts. Marla groaned softly. He was so wonderful! He knew exactly what it took to turn her on! She wasn't totally sure that he planned for them to make love there in the kitchen, but the wildness of the idea was arousing. "Oh, Buddy!" she exclaimed when she felt him positioning the tip of his erection at her vaginal opening. He did intend for them to make love in the kitchen! "Oh, Buddy, yes!" she exclaimed. "Take me, darling! Oh, darling!" Having him sliding into her was so wonderful!

Once Buddy was all the way in Marla's lovely body, he clasped her buttocks in his hands and began thrusting. At first he hadn't been sure they'd be able to make it there in the kitchen, but it turned out the table was almost exactly the right height. He felt Marla's - he still had problems not thinking of her as Mrs. Harris - arms slide around his neck and her legs wrap around him while he continued thrusting into her. God, if he'd only known how wonderful it felt to make love to a woman, he'd have tried harder to lose his virginity years ago.

"Buddy! Oh, God, Buddy!" Marla groaned as the young man plunged into her. They were making love in her kitchen, in broad daylight, and the curtains on the windows were pulled back. She desperately hoped nobody would show up at her back door. She could feel things, wonderful things, building up inside her and knew it wouldn't be long before Buddy drove her once more to the peak of delight she'd come to expect in the short time they'd been making love. "Take...me...Buddy! Please, Buddy! Take...me! I...I need you! Oh, God, Buddy, I need you so much!" she babbled.

"Uhhh! Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Buddy groaned in reply. This was all way too wild. He wasn't going to be able to hold out as long as he wanted to. He experienced a brief moment of fear that he was going to come too soon, then it no longer mattered as powerful sensations of ecstasy exploded through him and he felt his insides pumping his hot juices into Marla.

"Buddy! Oh, God! That's so hot!" Marla cried when she felt the young man's fluids start to gush into her. Then all she felt was whirling, spinning, spreading feelings of absolute and total joy as his explosion triggered hers. "Oh, Buddy! Ohhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, clinging to him, savoring once more how wonderful he always seemed to be able to make her feel.

After their orgasms ran their course, the two lovers clung to each other, letting their bodies settle down. Finally Marla leaned back and smiled at Buddy. "My God!" she exclaimed. "You are incredible!"

"You aren't so bad yourself," Buddy replied, grinning.

"What a way to wake up," Marla said.

"You ready to eat now?" Buddy said. "I don't know about you, but I'm starved."

"I am, too," Marla said. Buddy stepped back, bent, and pulled up his shorts. She slid off the table and belted her bathrobe back around her. They set the table, Buddy got the food out of the oven and Marla got butter and syrup out of the refrigerator.

"You want some coffee?" Buddy asked.

"You made coffee?" Marla asked, surprised.

"My folks say they can't start the day without it," he chuckled.

"I'd love a cup," she said. "Black."

After we finish breakfast, I need to take a shower," Marla said while they ate. She looked across the table at the young man and grinned. "And I think I'm going to need your help with that."

Buddy grinned back at her. "Awesome," he said. "Can I stay here with you until my folks get back?"

"I'd love that," Marla said, thrilled. "But won't your folks worry if they try calling and you aren't there?"

"They usually call my cell phone," Buddy said. "And I always have it with me, so..."

"Wonderful," Marla said. She stood up. "I was just thinking, before I take my shower, I think I'm going to change the bed."

Buddy got up and said, "I'll help."

"You don't have to," Marla said.

"I want to help," the young man said as they walked down the hall toward the master bedroom. "I don't mind. Sometimes I help Mom change the beds."

Once they were in the bedroom, Marla walked over to the bed and bent over to start stripping off the sheets. She expected Buddy to go to the other side of the bed and was surprised when she felt him pressing against her from the rear. She was even more surprised to feel his erection and to feel her vagina moistening in response to the wonderful discovery. "Buddy!" she exclaimed. "What are...?" She felt the young man back up a little and pull up her robe, then his erection nudged against her naked bottom. She could feel it moving and, seconds before it slid into her, she realized what he was going to do. "Oh, God, Buddy!" she murmured when his erection slid into her. "Don't you ever get tired of doing this?"

"Nope," the teenager replied. He grabbed her hips and began plunging his erection into her. "Do you?"

"Ah...no...no way!" Marla replied. He was incredible. He never seemed to get tired of making love to her.

"You...like...this?" Buddy asked as he kept lunging against her.

"God, yes!" Marla replied. She had lowered herself so the upper part of her body was lying on the bed while the young man's erection continued to slide in and out of her and make her crazier and crazier with need. "I never really knew what good sex was," she thought as she felt her body once more begin the ascent to the peak of pleasure she knew she'd experience with her young neighbor.

Buddy had really intended to help Marla change the bed, but when she bent over, other ideas filled his mind and, impulsively, he acted on them. Boy, was he ever glad he did. He, too, could feel the signs his body was responding powerfully to being joined with hers. His insides were tightening slowly, but steadily, building to the point where he knew it wouldn't be too much longer before he came. He leaned forward, reached under her and untied the sash holding her robe closed, then he grabbed her bared breasts and felt the rigid nipples pressing against his palms. That was all it took. "Oh, God, Marla!" he groaned. "I...I can't wait! Oh, God! Unnnnnhhhhhh!!!" Wrenching, wonderful sensations filled his middle and he felt his hot juices jetting into her.

Buddy's hot fluids began exploding into her sent Marla spinning over the top, into the magical world of bliss she'd come to expect with the teenager. "Yes, Buddy! Oh, God, please take me! Take meeeee! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she cried as her body went into spasms of ecstasy.

"We were supposed to be changing the sheets, not making them messier," Marla teased as they lay on their backs on the bed next to each other on the bed once they'd calmed down.

Buddy chuckled. "I know, but if we'd changed the sheets, then we'd have messed up the clean ones and..."

"OK, OK, I get it," Marla laughed. "You have an answer for everything, don't you?"

"Just about everything," Buddy said.

"What?" Marla was confused.

"I have an answer for just about everything," Buddy explained.

His somewhat cryptic reply intrigued Marla. She rolled on her side so she was facing him. "What don't you have an answer for?" she asked.

Buddy turned on his side facing her. "Lots of things," he said, his face very serious. "Mostly I can't quite figure out how all this...you and me, I mean...how it all happened."

"Buddy, does what we're doing bother you?" Marla asked, fearing he would say it did.

Buddy shook his head actively. "No way! Yesterday and today, they're the best days I ever had in my entire life! God! I've dreamed about you for so many years and..." A startled look formed on his face and he got very red. "I...I'm sorry, I..."

Marla stroked his ruddy face with her fingers. "Buddy, don't be embarrassed. I...I guess I've known you had a crush on me for years. I...I just never really thought anything would come of it."

"Are you sorry we did what we did?" Buddy asked.

It was Marla's turn to shake her head. "Not in the least," she told the young man. She smiled. "And I have to agree with you. Yesterday and today have been the best days of my life, too."

"Really?" Buddy said, looking a bit surprised.

"Really," Marla said. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. "Now let's get this bed changed and get that shower I was talking about."

"Yeah, let's do that!" Buddy agreed.

A few minutes later they were naked in the big shower in Marla's bathroom, rubbing suds-filled washcloths over each other's bodies. Marla was delighted when she felt Buddy's erection slap against her leg. "I knew we couldn't do this without getting turned on," she mused. Her insides were churning with arousal, too. The young man was clearly using all he'd learned about her erogenous zones and it felt as if he was touching all of them over and over as he moved the lathery washcloth over her body. She moved her washcloth down between them and began working it back and forth over his rampant erection.

"Oh, God, that feels so good," Buddy exclaimed.

"What you're doing to me feels pretty good, too," Marla told him.

"I never knew taking a shower could feel this good," the young man said.

"Actually, I didn't either," Marla said. She was surprised how many new experiences she'd had with Buddy. She and the young man had done so many things her husband had never shown any interest in. Delightful things, like what they were doing right then. She decided she wanted to do something special for Buddy, something she knew he'd like. "I think I need to make sure this..." She gave his erection a gentle squeeze. "...is clean," she murmured and sank to her knees. She carefully rinsed all the soap off the erect organ she held in her hand, looking up at Buddy from time to time as she did. His face was ruddy and his eyes were wild.

Once she was sure all of the soap was rinsed from the young man's penis, she began kissing and licking it, moving from the base to the tip, then back again. She could feel her young lover begin to tremble and heard his soft moans as she worked on him. She trailed her tongue along the raised ridge along the side of the swollen tube caused by a vein, then licked off the sticky fluid that had seeped from the tip. While she was doing that, she held his swollen balls in her hand, cupping them gently. She trailed her tongue down along another vein ridge and felt Buddy's trembling get more pronounced. His moans were almost constant now.

The last thing Buddy expected when he got in the shower with Marla was that she'd give him the kind of stupendous blow job she was giving him right then. She was making him crazy, licking and kissing his erection. He thought he'd already felt as good as it was possible to feel, but now he wasn't sure. The things she was doing to him felt incredible. She had him right on the verge of coming, but somehow or other managed not to let him actually come. He knew she hadn't taken him in her mouth yet, and was sure that the minute she did, he wasn't going to be able to keep from exploding in her mouth. His legs were getting wobbly so he took a step back and leaned against the shower wall so he wouldn't fall. 

Marla couldn't believe how much she was enjoying what she was doing to Buddy. She couldn't imagine why she'd believed kissing and sucking a man's penis was dirty because it wasn't. It was fantastic. At least it was when the penis belonged to Buddy. The moans and gasps the teenager was uttering, plus fact that he seemed to be trembling harder and harder told her the boy was right on the verge of coming. Not wanting his delectable fluids to go to waste, she kissed her way up the swollen, throbbing shaft, swiped her tongue around the tip, then let it slide between her lips and into her mouth.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!!! Oh, God, Marla!!!" Buddy groaned when he felt his penis slipping into her mouth. "I...I gotta come! I...I can't wait any...more!" He felt his loins churning and could feel his fluids being pumped up through what felt like impossibly small channels, then gushers of them burst into Marla's mouth.

Between Buddy's moans and the quivering of his body, Marla knew the young man was about to come, so she wasn't shocked when his hot fluids began to gush into her mouth. She slid her face down onto him as far as it would go and started swallowing. A ripple of delight went through her when the young man's juices began sliding down her throat. Once more she'd experienced a tiny orgasm while servicing Buddy with her mouth and that was a wonderful discovery.

"Uhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!" Buddy groaned. His legs would no longer hold him so he slowly slid down the shower wall, to a sitting position, as the hot spray pelted both of them. He was surprised that Marla kept sucking him as he slid down. Even after he'd stopped gushing, Marla kept sucking him, and that felt so good it almost hurt. He could finally feel his penis begin to soften and only then did Marla let him slide out of her mouth.

Marla managed to plush herself up so she was on her knees between Buddy's splayed legs and smiled at him. "Was that all right for you?" she asked the spent-looking young man.

"That was unbelievable," Buddy gasped in reply. "It...it was unreal!"

"I'm glad you liked it," Marla chuckled. It made her feel wonderful to see what she'd done for her young lover. "I don't know about you," she continued, "but I think I'm going to get out of the shower before I wrinkle."

"Yeah, me, too," Buddy said.

They both got out of the shower and playfully toweled themselves dry. For once neither of them got particularly aroused, a fact that didn't upset either of them. "Why don't you get dressed while I dry my hair?" Marla suggested as she wrapped a towel around her damp hair.

Buddy's response surprised and delighted her. "Can I help you dry your hair?" he inquired.

"Ah...sure, I...um...I suppose so," Marla said. This was a development she hadn't expected. And it was a delightful one. "Let's go into the bedroom. That's where I keep my hair dryer."

Buddy wasn't exactly sure what he needed to do at first, but with Marla's guidance, he quickly realized what she wanted him to do. Using the hair dryer and a brush, he began blowing the dampness out of her hair.

"This is incredible," Marla thought as Buddy worked. "I can think of a lot of women who would kill to have a gorgeous naked male drying their hair." Her hair may have been drying, but other parts of her were becoming damp.

Buddy was finding the experience quite delightful, too. Drying a beautiful naked lady's hair was a whole lot neater than he'd expected. In fact, it was having an effect on him that toweling her dry didn't have.

Marla felt something poke her bare back. "Buddy, is that what I think it is?" she asked, watching the young man's face in the mirror in front of her. It looked redder as he nodded.

"Ah...yeah...it...it is," Buddy said.

"I don't believe it," Marla said. "You're always horny, aren't you?"

"Ah...I guess, sort of," Buddy replied. "Since yesterday, anyhow."

Marla found his comment endearing. "Oh, Buddy," Marla said. She stood up, turned around, pulled the young man into a hug, and pressed her lips against his. "Come on," she said when the kiss ended. Holding the young man's hand, she led him to the bed. Then she let go of his hand, laid down, and beckoned to him. Because of how wonderful his drying her hair felt, she was as ready to make love as he was.

Buddy stood there, looking up between Marla's spread legs at her glistening vagina. Then he climbed on the bed and felt her grabbing his erection and placing it at her opening.

"Take me now, Buddy," Marla murmured. "Take me, lover, I need you."

The young man lowered his hips and felt his erection sinking into his lover's warm, damp cave while fabulous sensations swept up through his body.

"Oh, yes, Buddy!" Marla groaned as the young man's erection stabbed into her. She couldn't imagine how she'd gotten along so many years without this.

Buddy held his upper body off Marla's while he lunged against her with his hips. This was so incredible. He had no idea it was possible to make love as often as he and Marla had been doing, or that it could keep feeling as good as it did.

"How can he do it as often as he does?" Marla wondered as the young man thrust into her, "And how can it feel so wonderful every time?" Wild, breathtaking feelings were blossoming through her from the point where she and Buddy were joined. He was taking her on yet another wonderful ride to bliss. "Oh, Buddy! Oh, God!" she groaned. "Oh, yes, Buddy! That feels so wonderful! So wonderful!" She reached down, clutched his buttocks, and held onto them, feeling the muscles move under his skin, as he lunged into her.

Buddy loved how it felt to be making love with Marla, but since he'd already had two orgasms in the previous few hours, he wasn't terribly close to having another one. His lover, on the other hand, seemed as if she was about to enjoy one, judging from the look on her face, the sounds she was making, and the way she had grabbed his ass and was pulling on it.




Marla Ch. 03



"Oh, God! Oh, God, Buddy!" Marla cried as a tidal wave of ecstasy broke over her. Her hips surged up off the bed and she screamed with joy. "Nowww! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!"

Buddy could feel Marla's vaginal walls contracting when her orgasm exploded. It was a rippling feeling, up and down his erection, and it felt incredibly good, but it didn't make him come, although it did move him a bit closer. He looked down and loved the look of absolute bliss on his lover's face. "Oh, wow!" he thought as he savored the sights, sounds, and feelings of her orgasm. "That's so awesome!" He kept lunging against her, thrusting his erection deep into her.

Marla was a bit disappointed that she hadn't felt Buddy erupting into her, but he continued to plunge his hard penis into her and she felt a surge of delight. She'd barely begun to come down from the high of delight he'd taken her to and now she was headed back up that wonderful slope again. "Oh, Buddy!" she murmured, continuing to hang on to his plunging buttocks. He was like a wild young bull, full of energy and need for her, and she loved it.

It wasn't long before she once more felt herself approaching the apex of delight. Then she felt herself spinning into a world of delight. "Yes, Buddy! Oh, God, darling, take me now! Please, Buddy, take me now!" she cried. She exulted in feeling the young man's hot juices gushing into her. "Noww!! Please! Noww! Ohhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

This time the sensations resulting from the rippling walls of Marla's snug cavern were more than Buddy could take and he found he could no longer hold back and he felt his fluids gushing into her. "Yesss!! Oh, yesssss!" he groaned, pressing his hips tightly against his lover's body, feeling the rocking motions she was making, matching his.

The two lovers were lying in each other's arms, enjoying the aftermath of their most recent love-making, gazing into each other's eyes fondly. "I...I think we messed up the clean sheets," Buddy said, grinning.

Marla giggled, then kissed him. "I don't think there was any question we'd do that, it was just a question of when, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I do," Buddy replied.

Marla put her hand on the young man's face gently. "You are so special, Buddy, do you know that?" she murmured.

Buddy's face got bright red. "Ah...I...I guess...if...if you...if you say so," he stammered.

Marla opened her mouth to say something else, but never got to utter a sound. She was interrupted by a knock at the kitchen door, followed by the sound of the door opening. Then a female voice said, "Marla, are you home?" The question was followed by the sound of footsteps moving across the kitchen.

Shocked, the nude couple lying on the bed stared at each other. "It's my friend Gina," Marla whispered to a white-faced Buddy. "She...she can't find us like this."

"Marla, where are you?" the voice said, sounding as if the person it was coming from was closer to the bedroom door. "Your car's in the garage so I know you're here somewhere."



Marla Ch. 04



Marla Harris' heart was pounding so hard she was afraid she might be having a heart attack. She was naked in bed with her eighteen year-old neighbor and her friend was in the house, walking toward her bedroom. "I...I'll be right out, Gina," she called to her friend. "I was just getting dressed. Pour yourself a cup of coffee."

"OK," her friend called.

Marla and Buddy stayed on the bed, holding their breath and listening until they heard the sound of the other woman's footsteps going back down the hallway. Then, almost at the exact same time, they relaxed and began breathing. Marla quickly got off the bed, pulled a rose colored fleece hooded sweatshirt and matching slacks out of her dresser, and slipped into them. "Knock it off," she whispered to Buddy, who was leering at her as she dressed. She slipped into a pair of clogs.

"I can't help it," he whispered back.

"Make yourself scarce for a while," she told him. "I'll get rid of Gina as fast as I can." She gave Buddy a kiss, then headed for the bedroom door.

Gina was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of her when Marla walked in. The neighbor was shorter than Marla, quite a bit more buxom, and had graying black hair she wore cut very short. She had once been attractive, but her looks had faded considerably over the years. She and Marla had been close friends ever since Gina and her husband bought the house next door to Marla's. Marla poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with her friend.

"I take it Tom's away again," Gina said, grinning.

Marla took a sip of her coffee and nodded. "Sometimes it seems he's away more than he's home," she said.

"I don't know how you do it," Gina said, after taking a sip of her coffee. "I'd go absolutely nuts if Marcus was away as much as Tom is." She giggled. "I mean, I may be getting a little older, but I still have my needs, you know."

Marla sipped more of her coffee and nodded. Gina was always talking about how active her sex life with her husband Marcus was and she'd always wondered how much of what her friend said was true and how much of it was wishful thinking. Her friend's husband had to be ten years older than Gina and had shown a tendency to nod off about eight o'clock in the evening every time the two couples had spent evenings together.

"You ought to find yourself a lover," Gina said, surprising Marla. "With your looks, you could have just about any man you wanted."

"Gina, I'm not looking for a lover," Marla said. "Mainly because I've already found one," she thought. "And I'm sure as hell not going to tell you about him."

"Do you have any plans for the day?" Gina asked. "Since Tom's away and Marcus is playing golf, I thought maybe we could go shopping."

"I'd love to," Marla said, "but Buddy is coming over to help me with the yard and some other things I need to get done. With Tom away so much, the work doesn't get done unless I hire it done."

A leer formed on Gina's face. "Buddy, huh?" she snickered. "He's, what, eighteen or nineteen now? All grown up."

"Gina, what are you talking about?" Marla said, hoping her true feelings didn't show. "He's young enough to be my son."

"That's the perfect age," Gina said. "Don't you know that young men peak at his age and women peak at our age?"

"A couple of days ago, I'd have said that was just an old wives' tale," Marla thought, fighting hard to suppress a grin. "Buddy's a great kid and he's not interested in old women like us," she told her friend.

Buddy could hear the women talking and wondered what he should do. He'd gotten dressed but wasn't sure if he should stay in the bedroom or try to get out of it somehow. "I suppose I could crawl out the window," he thought. He walked over and looked out the window. "I guess that's not a good idea," he mused when he realized the window faced the street. "All I need is to have the entire neighborhood see me crawling out Marla's bedroom window."

He walked over to the bedroom door and listened to the women talking. Carefully, he stuck his head outside and looked down the hallway toward the kitchen. He was pleased to find out that he couldn't see either Marla or her friend. That meant they couldn't see him, either. Two doors down the hall on the left, fairly close to the kitchen, was the door to the cellar. "If I can get to the basement," he thought, "I can get out through the outside cellar door." He stood there, watching the hallway, listening to Marla and her friend talking. It didn't sound as if they were about to move any time soon, so he carefully made his way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the basement door. He reached for the doorknob and heard Marla's friend say, "I gotta go to the bathroom. I love coffee, but it goes right through me." The comment was followed by the sound of a chair being pushed back. "Oh, shit!" the young man thought. He turned the doorknob, pulled the door open, and stepped into the cellar way, closing the door behind him.

"You could still go to the mall with me," Gina said as she headed down the hallway toward the bathroom. "Buddy doesn't need you around to supervise him, does he?"

"No, I guess he doesn't," Marla replied. "But there are a lot of things I need done that I haven't told him about yet."

Marla hoped Buddy was being careful about hiding himself. The last thing she needed was to be caught with the young man in her bedroom. Gina was a good friend, but she also was one of the worst gossips in town. If she found out what was going on, it wouldn't stay a secret for more than an hour after Gina left. She got up and walked to the kitchen counter to pour herself another cup of coffee. She noticed her hands were shaking when she picked up the cup. She stood at the counter, looking down the hallway, waiting for Gina to come out of the bathroom.

"Girlfriend, you're going to lose your mall pass if you keep turning down chances to go shopping," Gina called from the bathroom. She emerged from the bathroom and peered into Marla's bedroom before heading down the hallway toward the kitchen. "You ought to get Buddy to make your bed for you," she noted.

"Ah...I...I was going to change the bedding today," Marla responded. Had Gina seen something? Maybe Buddy wasn't all that well hidden. Maybe they'd left something incriminating laying on the floor...

"Don't go getting defensive on me," Gina said as she walked back into the kitchen. "Hell, I don't make the bed four days out of five some weeks."

Buddy moved through the basement emptying all of the wastebaskets he could find into a plastic trash bag he took out of a box he found on a shelf at the bottom of the stairs. Then he headed for the bulkhead that led outdoors from the cellar. He walked up the steps, unlocked the latch on the steel bulkhead doors, then pushed them open.

The sound of the bulkhead doors opening echoed through the house. "What's that?" Gina asked.

"Buddy was supposed to do some stuff down in the cellar," Marla said, as relief flooded through her. She had no idea how the young man had gotten into the basement, but she was glad he had.

"Oh, you're working the poor boy hard, aren't you?" Gina said.

"You'd have a fit if you knew how 'hard' Buddy is," Marla thought. Once more she fought to keep a smile from forming on her face. "I told you, with Tom gone as much as he is, there's a lot to do," she said.

"Oh, poo, you're not about to be fun today, are you?" Gina pouted. "You really aren't going to let me talk you into going shopping."

Marla shrugged and shook her head. "Sorry," she said.

"How about next weekend, then?" Gina asked hopefully.

"Sorry," Marla said.

"Is Tom going to be home?" her friend asked.

"I doubt it," Marla replied. "But there are things I need to get done at the condo at the beach to get it ready for winter." The idea that things needed to be done at the condo she and her husband owned at the seashore just popped into her head. And it gave her a thrilling idea, too. "God, if I take Buddy along to 'help' me, I'll have him all to myself for as long as we're there, won't I?" She could feel her nipples hardening at the prospect.

"If we weren't such good friends, I'd think you were brushing me off," Gina pouted. Then she smiled. "I'll manage to get you to the mall yet. You wait and see."

"OK," Marla said. "Once all this stuff is done, I'll go with you, I promise."

They could hear Buddy moving in and out of the cellar.

"You better," Gina said, standing up. "I guess I better head home. Otherwise you're liable to put me to work, too."

Marla grinned. "I just might," she said. She got up and walked her friend to the door.

Buddy was walking across the yard toward the house, coming back from taking the trash he'd found in the basement to the dumpster behind the garage.

"He's grown up, hasn't he?" Gina commented, her eyes locked on the young man.

"Ah...yes, I suppose he has," Marla replied. "He...he is eighteen and all."

Gina turned and grinned at her knowingly. "Eighteen," she said. "That's old enough, you know..."

"Gina!" Marla exclaimed.

Gina gave her a hug, then kissed her on the cheek. "Just kidding," she said. "But I gotta tell you, I wouldn't kick that kid out of my bed."

"Call me Tuesday or Wednesday about going to the mall," Marla said.

"OK, I will," Gina said. She stepped out of the house and started down the steps. "Hi, Buddy," she called to the young man, who was just about to go back down into the cellar.

"Hi, Mrs. Mastroiani," Buddy called back.

"Don't let Marla work you too hard," Gina said.

"Ah...I...I won't," the young man replied. He turned and went down the bulkhead steps and back into the cellar.

When her friend disappeared from sight, Marla turned and walked across the kitchen, headed for the door to the cellar, opened it, and went downstairs. Buddy was sitting on an old leather sofa in what had once been their recreation room. In addition to the sofa, there was a pool table, and a TV sat in the corner. The room hadn't been used in years. Marla was surprised to find that the stack of boxes that once covered the top of the pool table had disappeared.

"You've been busy," she commented.

"I had to convince Mrs. Mastroiani I was helping you with cleanup, didn't I?" Buddy replied, grinning.

"Ah...yes, I guess you did," Marla replied. She felt a sense of relief in not being caught, but underneath that sense of relief hummed a current of excitement, too. She and Buddy could have been caught in bed together. If Gina hadn't stopped walking down the hall when she did...

Buddy stood up. "What's the matter?" he asked, looking puzzled. "You have kind of a funny look on your face."

"We...we could have been caught," Marla said softly. "Gina...she...she could have caught us in...in bed."

"Yeah, she could have," Buddy replied. He grinned. "You know, it probably sounds weird, but there's something about this whole thing that's kind of a turn-on."

Marla was surprised by the young man's comment. "You feel it, too?" she asked him.

Buddy nodded and reached for her. "I sure do," he said softly. His hands slid under Marla's fleece sweatshirt, then down inside her slacks and he cupped her bottom, pulled her against him, and kissed her.

The minute her lips met the young man's Marla experienced a powerful rush of desire. She was just as turned on as she'd been all weekend and wasn't quite sure why, but the reason didn't really matter. All she knew was she needed Buddy, maybe more than she'd needed him since their affair started. She grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, then she fumbled his shorts off. She could feel him pulling down her slacks. She heard panting, grunting sounds and wasn't sure if they were coming from her or from Buddy.

Buddy wasn't exactly sure what was happening. It was clear Marla was really turned on and, in fact, he was almost as turned on as she was. He felt her pulling at his T-shirt and broke off their hot kiss to allow her to take it off, then he felt her fumbling with his shorts. He didn't really think about doing it, but he realized he was pushing her slacks down. He grabbed her butt again, lifted her, and put her on the pool table. Marla slid back toward the center of the table while he climbed up on the felt-covered table with her.

Marla felt Buddy putting her on the pool table and slid herself back toward the center to make it easier for what she hoped would happen next. She was elated when they young man climbed up on the table with her. He moved between her legs, his body looming over hers. She reached for him. "Take me, Buddy! Oh, God, please don't make me wait!" she begged. She couldn't ever remember wanting sex more. She felt him position the tip of his erection between her labia, then he shoved it into her in one powerful thrust. "Yessss! Oh, God, yesssssss!!" she yelled. "Take me! Give it to me! Please! Oh, God, Buddy, please!" She heard herself babbling, but it was as if the sounds were coming from someone else.

Buddy, feeling as if he was completely out of control, lunged his hips against Marla's as if he was trying to drive his erection all the way through her. He'd never felt this wild! This wasn't love-making, it was sex, pure sex, and nothing more. He felt Marla's slim legs wrapping around him and her fingers clawing at his back. Her insides felt hotter than he'd ever felt them and he knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded into her.

Without warning, it was as if a million bright lights were exploding behind Marla's closed eyes. Along with the light show came powerful detonations of pure bliss. "Buddeeee!" she screamed while the young man lunged against her and her body jolted, both in reaction to Buddy's lunges and the spasming of her own muscles. "Yessssss! Oh, yesssssss! Oh, yessssss!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

After their passion had spent itself, they laid, wrapped in each other's arms, on the felt cover of the pool table, calming down.

"My God, Buddy," Marla whispered, trailing her fingers over the young man's cheek and jaw. "We...we were like...like animals. I...I don't think I've ever been that out of control in...in my life."

"Me, either," the young man said. "I...I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Marla giggled. The puzzled look that appeared on Buddy's face made her giggle even harder. "Believe me, Buddy, you didn't hurt me. Not one little bit. That was some incredible sex, wasn't it?"

"Ah...yeah...it...it sure was," the young man agreed. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened to them, but it had been incredible. "Was it...you know...do you think it was because of us almost being caught?"

Marla nodded. "That probably had something to do with it," she said. She giggled again. "You were like a wild bull. I like that."

"It was wild," Buddy said. "I mean, it was really awesome. But..."

"But what?" Marla asked.

"I'm not sure exactly what I want to say," the teenager said. "I mean, we didn't kiss, or touch each other like...the way we have other times we've made love."

Marla was deeply touched by his comment. "That's because what we just did was have sex," she said. "Most of the other times we've been together, we've made love."

"Oh," Buddy said.

"I had what I thought was a great idea when I was talking to Gina," Marla said.

"Yeah?" Buddy responded.

"Well, you know we own a condo, don't you? On the seacoast."

Buddy nodded. "Yeah, remember, you had us down a few years ago."

"Oh, yes, I'd forgotten about that," Marla said. "Anyhow, it occurred to me that there are things that need to be done there that I need help with, too." She paused and grinned while she watched a look of understanding form on her young lover's face.

"You...do you mean you...you want me to...?" Buddy stammered.

Marla giggled again. "I thought I'd ask your mother if it would be all right if you went to the coast with me to help get the condo ready for winter."

"Oh, wow!" Buddy exclaimed. "When...um...when do you want to...ah...go?"

"If your mother says it's OK, we could probably leave next Thursday or Friday," Marla responded.

"Thursday would be great," the young man said. "And I know my mom will be OK with it."

Marla kissed him. "I certainly hope so," she said. "Now, why don't we get up? This table is getting pretty hard."

"Ah...yeah," Buddy said.

"You thought pretty quick this morning," Marla commented as they slid off the pool table. She bent down and picked up her fleece slacks, straightened up, and saw that Buddy had watched her bend over. The realization made her face feel hot.

Buddy's face reddened, too. "Ah...yeah, um...I guess I just didn't want to spend the morning hiding in your closet."

Marla giggled. "All right," she said.

They started for the steps heading upstairs.

"Um...are you serious about...um...going to the seacoast next weekend?" Buddy asked. He purposely let Marla go up the steps first because he loved what he saw when he followed her.

"Of course I am," Marla replied. "Actually, there really are things that need to be done to winterize the condo, but..." She paused. "...we should be able to get all of them done in an hour or two."

They'd reached the top of the stairs and were in the hallway now. Marla turned and put her arms around Buddy's waist. She felt his hands slide around her waist and down onto her bottom and loved it. "The rest of the time we can have fun," she said, and kissed him gently.

Buddy squeezed his lover's firm buttocks. "I can't wait. Can we go Thursday?" he asked.

Marla chuckled. "My, aren't we anxious?" she responded. She kissed him again. "You know, we don't need to think about next weekend just yet. Your parents won't be home until tomorrow evening, will they?"

"Ah...yeah, you're right," the young man said. He pulled her against him and kissed her. "You have any other 'chores' you want me to do today?"

Marla smiled. "I don't think I have to tell you what I want you to do, do I?" she told the young man. "But why don't we have lunch and rest a little first? You're going to wear me out."

"OK," Buddy said. He followed Marla to the kitchen, helped her get things out to make sandwiches, then they sat down and ate.

"Why don't I finish trimming the yard and sweep the sidewalks?" Buddy said while they were cleaning up after lunch. "Then at least that will be done."

"All right," Marla said. "I'll help you, that way we'll get done sooner."

"Sounds good to me," the teenager said.

"I'm going to change into something more appropriate for working in the yard," Marla said, heading for the bedroom. She put on a pair of jeans and cotton sweater, then she and Buddy went outside.

It took them about two hours to finish what they needed to do in the yard. Buddy did most of the trimming, while Marla swept the grass clippings on the sidewalk into little piles, which she and the young man put into a trash bag and added to the pile of things already in the dumpster behind the garage.

Buddy took the broom and trimmer into the garage and Marla went with him. "Is that all we need to do?" she asked him as he put the tools back where they belonged in the garage.

"That's it," Buddy said.

"So we have the rest of today and most of tomorrow free, then?" Marla said, grinning.

"That's it," Buddy said, returning her grin. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"I guess we should go back in the house, then," Marla said. "I don't know about you, but I'm all sweaty. I could use a shower?" She smiled at Buddy. "Wouldn't you like a shower, too?"

"With you?" the teenager asked hopefully.

"If that's what you want."

"It's exactly what I want," Marla told him. "Now come on."

Buddy followed his lover up the sidewalk to the house, observing that she looked incredibly good in jeans.

In the house, they proceeded to the bathroom. Marla turned on the shower, then both of them started taking their clothes off.




Marla Ch. 04



"You like my butt, don't you Buddy?" Marla commented as she bent and slid her pants off with her back to the young man. She stepped out of her slacks, straightened up, and glanced at the teenager, whose face had turned bright red.

"Ah...um...yeah...I...um...I do," he responded, staring at the floor.

Marla walked over to where the teen stood and put her arms around him. "You don't need to be embarrassed," she said. "I think it's wonderful you like my butt."

Buddy looked up at her. "I...I think you have the nicest ass...um...butt...ah...I've ever...um...seen," he stammered.

Marla giggled. "And how many female butts have you seen?"

Buddy's face went bright red again. He wasn't sure how to respond.

Marla sensed his confusion. "Would it be easier if I asked you how many naked female butts you'd seen?"

Buddy nodded and a hint of a smile appeared on his face. "That is easier," he said. "Just...um...just yours." He kissed Marla.

Marla looked around the bathroom and had an idea that intrigued her. "Instead of a shower, why don't we soak in the tub for a while?" she suggested. They'd had their bathroom redone several years earlier and in addition to a rather large shower stall, they'd also put in a very large fancy tub that had all kinds of functions they'd seldom used. In fact, Marla couldn't remember the last time she'd been in the tub.

"Sure, why not?" Buddy said. He was willing to try just about anything Marla suggested.

"The faucet is down there," Marla said, gesturing toward the far end of the large tub. "Get the water running. I'll see if I have any bubble bath. I think that would be even more fun, don't you?"

"Ah...yeah, sure," Buddy agreed. He turned on the water in the big tub and checked with his hand until the temperature was right, then he shut the drain valve and began letting the tub fill. At the same time, he tried to keep an eye on Marla, who was bent over and searching through a cabinet.

"Here, I thought I had some," Marla said. She walked over to Buddy and handed him a bottle of bubble bath. "You don't mind that it's scented, do you?"

"Ah...I guess not," Buddy replied. He didn't expect to be going out in public, so what difference did it make if he smelled like perfume. He unscrewed the top of the bottle and poured some of the red liquid into the swirling water filling the huge tub. Almost immediately rich suds began forming.

"I've got to put my hair up," Marla said. She walked over to the sink and stood in front of the mirror doing just that.

Buddy still found being able to observe a naked woman a bit distracting and watched carefully while his lover clipped her hair up on her head so it wouldn't get wet in the tub. The process involved Marla lifting her hands and arms over her head and resulted in, at least from the teenager's perspective, some very interesting and enjoyable movements of various of Marla's body parts. She spotted him looking at her and smiled. "You better keep your eye on that tub," she warned him.

Buddy turned around and saw that the tub had filled almost to the top with foamy suds. He quickly shut off the water. He turned back to Marla, who was walking across the room toward him. "Maybe I put in too much bubble bath," he said.

"Oh, I don't know," she said. She stepped up onto the ledge surrounding the tub, then she slid one lovely leg into the suds. "You got the water temperature just right," she commented as she stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the suds.

Buddy just sat there, gaping at her.

Marla chuckled. "You going to get in, too?"

"Ah...yeah...yeah, sure," the young man responded. He stood up, stepped into the tub, and lowered himself into the water. He sat there, in suds up to his neck, with his knees pulled up against his chest, not exactly sure how to arrange himself.

"Stick your legs out so they're on either side of me," Marla instructed him.

"OK," the young man said and did as she instructed.

"Good..." Marla said and slid her legs atop his and to either side of him. "Isn't this nice?" she asked.

Buddy looked back at the pretty face, all that was visible above the mountains of white suds in the tub. "It sure is," he said.

"I used to like taking a hot soak in the tub," his companion said. "I hardly ever do it any more."

Buddy was surprised to find that the erection he'd been sporting almost from the minute they'd entered the bathroom, had softened a little. "It really does feel kinda neat being in the bubbles like this," he said.

Marla grinned at him and her eyes sparkled. She lifted her leg and slid her foot down along his leg. "It's especially nice having company while you're soaking," she murmured.

Buddy's erection resumed full hardness.

"Did you graduate this summer, or do you have a year of school left?" Marla asked. "I can never remember."

"Um...I...I graduated," the young man replied.

"Are you going to college?"

"Yes, a small school in Vermont," Buddy replied.

"I love Vermont," Marla said. "I was there skiing years ago, but... What are you going to major in?"

"Fire science," the young man said. "Some courses in municipal administration, too."

"Fire science?" Marla said, surprised. "Are you planning on being a fireman? I didn't know you needed college for that."

"You don't need a degree to be a firefighter, but it helps," Buddy said. "If I did get into firefighting, having a degree will help me get promotions."

"Thinking ahead, I like that," Marla said. She lifted her other leg and slid that foot up and down Buddy's leg. "When do you have to leave for school?" she asked.

"In about three weeks," Buddy said. "My dad has a friend who lives in the town where the college is and he's got a small apartment he rents to students. He's renting it to me for the entire four years I'll be there."

"That's nice," Marla said. Her other foot slid up and down the young man's leg. "He'll be leaving in three weeks," she mused. "Why didn't I make a move sooner? Oh, well, I'll just have to make sure we pack as much into the three weeks we have as I can, I guess." She slid her foot down the young man's leg, then started sliding it up again, but instead of going all the way up, she stopped, moved it aside, and caressed his erection with it. "Oh, Buddy, you really do like this, don't you?" she murmured.

"Oh, yeah!" the young man replied. "I love it!"

Marla leaned forward and put her hands on Buddy's shoulders, then she got her knees under her, and slid her bottom onto and up the young man's legs. "I want to try something," she said as she did. When she was in the position she wanted to be, she lifted herself, reached down, and placed the tip of his rigid erection at her vaginal opening. Then, sighing softly, she lowered herself. "Oh, my, doesn't that feel nice?" she purred.

"Yeah, it sure does," Buddy replied eagerly. He took a deep breath. "Can...can I ask you something?"

"Certainly," Marla said. The fact that they were having a conversation while at the same time their sex organs were joined gave her a thrill. "What do you want to know?"

"Um...ah...what...what does it feel like to you when I'm, you know, when I'm in you?" the young man inquired.

The teenager's question made Marla think. How could she describe what she felt when her body and his were joined? "Ah...it...it feels wonderful," she began and immediately realized her description didn't come close. "No...not just wonderful," she went on. "It feels better than anything I've ever felt."

"Better than anything?" Buddy asked, a bit surprised.

Marla kissed him on the forehead. "You make me feel better than I've ever felt in my life," she told him. "It's really hard to describe. You fill me up." She felt a little shiver run through her. "See, you make me all tingly inside." She kissed him again, this time on the lips. "What about you? How does being inside me feel?"

"It's like you said, it feels better than anything I've ever felt in my life," the young man replied. He slid his hands up and down Marla's back as he talked. "You're so warm, and it feels so incredible being in you. Sometimes, when you're coming, I can feel the walls of...you know...your vagina kind of like rippling when you come." He took a breath. "And when I come, God, that's so awesome! More awesome than anything!"

Marla hugged him against her. "It is incredible, isn't it?" she said. "Actually, I think I like your word better. It's awesome!"

"Yeah, it is," Buddy concurred. "But what we're doing is kind of neat, too. I mean, this is so wild, us being like this and talking instead of..."

"Instead of making love, right?" Marla said.

"Yeah."

"I was thinking the same thing a little while ago," she told him. She felt his erection twitch inside her. "Oh!" she gasped. A small rush of delight raced up through her body. She noticed that Buddy was grinning. "Did you do that on purpose?" she asked.

Buddy nodded. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"About as much as you'll probably like this," Marla responded. She tightened her vaginal muscles. She was watching the young man's face and saw what she'd come to know were signs that her actions had caused him to experience pleasure.

"Uh...huh!" Buddy responded. He flexed his groin muscles again, causing his erection to jerk inside Marla.

"Ohhh!" she moaned and repeated the action she'd made with her own muscles.

After discovering how much enjoyment they could have with their new way of making love, the lovers continued doing what they were doing, making love without actually moving their bodies, while passion slowly rose inside them.

Buddy was getting more and more turned on. Unable to keep his hips still, he began rocking them. He slid his hands down, cupped Marla's firm bottom, and felt it rocking gently, too.

"Oh, God, Buddy, I...I guess we can't just stay still, can we?" Marla gasped.

"Nope," the young man replied. "God, you feel so good!"

"You feel wonderful, too, my darling," Marla replied. She pressed her lips against Buddy's in a passionate kiss and tightened her arms, pulling his body tighter against hers. She could feel her hips moving and had no idea when she'd started doing that. All she knew was that once more she was on a rocket ride to ecstasy.

The bathroom was filled with the sounds of people experiencing passion and splashing water while the bodies of the two lovers struggled and strained, seeking more and more delight.

"Buddy! Oh, God, Buddy!" Marla cried when yet another stupendous orgasm erupted and her body went into wonderful spasms of joy. "Yesss! Oh, darling, yes! Take me! Take meeeeeee! Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeahhhhh!" Buddy groaned in reply. Marla's orgasm sent him spinning into a wonderful whirlpool of joy and his fluids began erupting from him and gushing into her.

Minutes later, Marla and Buddy were still in the tub, clinging to each other. Marla's head was lying on the young man's shoulder and her arms were around him while his arms circled her and held her against him.

"Oh, God, that was so wonderful Buddy," Marla whispered. "How...how do you do it?"

"I...I don't do anything special," the teenager replied. "I mean...I just...you know...do it."

Marla smiled and kissed him gently. "Well, you certainly 'do it' well," she told him.



Marla Ch. 05



Sunday morning Buddy Wilson woke up to the delicious smell of food cooking. For a second the fact that he wasn't in his own bed confused him, then he smiled. The bed he was in belonged to his neighbor, Marla Harris, one of his mother's friends. He had been doing chores for her for years, but in the past few days things between them had developed into much more than an employer-employee relationship. The night before, after they finished having a long delightful, sensual time in the large bathtub, they went to bed and, after talking for a while, made love one more time before falling asleep.

Buddy still found it hard to believe that he was where he was. It was almost too good to be true. He and his beautiful older neighbor were lovers, his fondest dream had come true and, much to the young man's delight, reality turned out to be far better than his dreams had ever been. As far as he could tell, he and Marla had done just about everything a couple could do sexually, and all of it had been incredible.

He stretched, sat up, and slid his legs over the side of the bed. His cutoff denim shorts, jockey shorts, socks, and T-shirt were lying on the floor next to the bed. He'd was wearing them when he left his house on Friday and he'd even had them on a few times since he'd gotten to Marla's house. "Mom would kill me if she knew I'd worn the same underwear for three days," he thought. Despite himself, he chuckled. If his mother knew all that had happened since he arrived at the Harris home, wearing the same underwear for three days would be the least of his problems.

He looked across the room, saw that the closet door was open, and noticed a man's dark blue terrycloth robe hanging on a hook on the back of the door. He stood up, walked over, and slipped the robe on. He was sure it belonged to Mr. Harris, but Buddy didn't care. It was like the underwear problem, wearing the robe was no big deal given what he'd been doing with the man's wife.

Marla had awakened before Buddy. She laid next to her young lover, watching him sleep, for some time. She, too, had a hard time believing what had taken place over the past two days. She, like Buddy, had harbored fantasies about a relationship between them, but hadn't acted on those fantasies because she and the boy's mother were close friends. Then, on Friday afternoon, she lost control and the fantasies became reality. Now she wondered why she'd waited as long as she had. What was even worse was that Buddy would be leaving to go to college in just a few weeks.

Finally, not wanting to awaken her young lover, Marla carefully slid out of bed. She walked across the room to the closet, opened it, slipped on the pale peach colored fleece bathrobe hanging inside, and walked across the hallway to the bathroom.

Buddy visited the bathroom first, then headed for the kitchen. "Good morning," he said to Marla, who was standing at the stove making something. He liked the look of the robe she had on.

"Good morning," Marla replied. "I was afraid you were going to sleep the day away."

Buddy grinned and shook his head. "Not likely," he told her. "I mean, I don't want to waste the time we have left."

"Me, either," Marla said. "But we do have to eat. I hope you don't mind sausage and scrambled eggs. We do need to eat to keep our energy level up."

Buddy pulled Marla into his arms and kissed her. "You got that right," he said after the kiss was over.

They sat down at the table and ate the food Marla had prepared. She was a little surprised to learn that he liked ketchup on his scrambled eggs and said so.

"It's good, you ought to try it," the young man replied, smiling. He put a forkful of ketchup-covered eggs into his mouth.

"I...I think I'll pass on that delight," Marla said, shuddering a little.

After they finished eating, they cleared the table and moved to the sink to rinse the dishes they'd dirtied to put them in the dishwasher.

Marla opened the dishwasher door and bent to put the rinsed dishes in. Buddy, smiling, stepped behind her and opened his robe. Then he stepped forward, grabbed her hips, and pressed his middle against her bottom.

"Buddy!" Marla exclaimed, surprised - but delighted - by the young man's action. She straightened up, closing the dishwasher door, and allowed Buddy's weight to push her forward until she was pressed against the kitchen counter. She was delighted to recognize the feel of his swollen penis pressing against her bottom through the soft robe she wore. A rush of delight swept through her. "Did...did you forget...forget about...what...what happened yesterday?" she stammered. "Gina...she..." She felt the pressure of the young man's body leave hers.

"Stay right where you are," Buddy said. He walked to the kitchen door, locked it, and turned the mini-blinds on it so they were closed. He glanced around and assured himself that the other kitchen windows were set high enough in the house so nobody would be able to look in without a ladder, then went back to where Marla stood, still leaning against the counter. He again moved behind her, but before he pressed himself against her, he reached around in front of her and untied the belt holding her robe closed. "Why don't we take this off?" he murmured, tugging on it. Marla relaxed her arms to let him take the robe off. Once he had her naked, Buddy pressed back against her.

"That feels very nice," she purred when she felt his erection nudging her buttocks. She twisted her hips from side a little.

"Ah...that feels very nice, too," Buddy replied. He bent his legs a little and when his erection was in the position he wanted it to be, he pushed forward again. He felt Marla moving her legs apart a little bit so he could slide his swollen penis between them. "Um...that feels even better," he noted, rocking his hips back and forth slowly.

"It certainly does," Marla agreed. She shivers raced through her body as the tip of the young man's erection slid over her hyper-sensitive vaginal area. Then he shifted position and the next time his hip rocked forward, his erection slid into her, causing her an even more powerful shudder and a long, fervent gasp. "Oh, Buddy! Oh...my...God!" she murmured. She felt his hands sliding from her hips to her belly, then up to her breasts. He cupped his palms over her breasts in such a way that every time he lunged into her and made her shake, her nipples rubbed lightly against his palms. She'd never experienced anything like it. "Please! Oh, Buddy, please!" she moaned.

When he started, Buddy wasn't sure they'd be able to make love standing up and was excited to learn that they could, in fact do it. Added to that excitement was the fact that they were again making love in broad daylight in her kitchen. There weren't too many places in the house where they hadn't made love, actually. He kept rocking his hips, shoving his erection deep into Marla while he savored the incredible feelings that resulted from their coupling. He especially liked the way it felt as he held her breasts and her nipples tickled him. "If it feels that good to me, I bet she really likes it," he thought.

Wild, wonderful sensations continued to bounce around inside Marla's body, their intensity growing every second. She wasn't sure exactly what it was about what they were doing that made this joining so arousing, but it was. "Please, Buddy! Oh, Buddy, please!" she moaned. "Take me! Don't...Oh, God, darling...don't make me wait! Please! I...I'm going to..." She could no longer talk. Her body stiffened, then went into a series of jolting movements that seemed almost like seizures. Swell after swell of rapture broke over her like a tidal wave. She could vaguely feel her fingers clutching the edge of the counter. "Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she wailed as a fantastic orgasm rumbled through her.

Buddy briefly felt Marla's vaginal walls rippling along the sides of his swollen penis, buried deep inside her. Then, like his love, all he could feel were the breathtaking feelings of ecstasy he'd become so familiar with since he and his neighbor had become lovers. And those feelings, as they always seemed to, robbed him of what little control he had left. His insides began churning and his fluids rushed up through him and gushed into his lover's snug cave. "Oh, yeahhh! Take ittt! Oh, God, take ittt!" he groaned. His hands closed, squeezing the breasts they held, pulling Marla back, pressing her bottom tight against his rocking hips.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, God, Buddy, yessssss!" Marla cried when she felt the young man's hot fluids spurting into her. She didn't think it was possible, but her orgasm grew even more intense. "Ohhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Buddy kept lunging against Marla, continuing to shove his erect penis into her until he could feel his erection begin to soften. He finally released her breasts, slipped his hands down to her hips, and held her against him.

"Oh, God, Buddy!" Marla gasped. "That...that was so wonderful!"

"It's always wonderful when we make love, isn't it?" the young man responded.

"Ah...I...I guess it is," Marla agreed. She felt his erection soften a bit more and could feel droplets of his fluids dribbling out of her and dripping on her inner thighs. In other circumstances, she would have found that irritating, but the fact that it was Buddy's fluids dripping out of her made it wonderful. "You know, I'm going to have to take a bath after this," she continued.

"That sounds like fun," Buddy said. He released her and stepped back.

Marla turned and leaned back against the counter. Her legs were still a bit shaky and she didn't trust them to hold her completely. "Come here," she said, lifting her arms.

Buddy stepped forward, into his lover's embrace, and they kissed passionately while their naked bodies caressed.

They showered together and, of course, did engage in a considerable amount of fondling and touching while they did so, but they somehow managed to get through the experience without actually making love.

"If you don't mind, there are some things I'd really like to get done before you go home," Marla told the young man while they walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"I don't mind," Buddy replied. "You know that."

While Marla tried to decide what to wear, the young man slid back into his cutoff shorts, T-shirt, and sneakers. Marla finally decided on a snug red ribbed long sleeved cotton shirt that the store clerk called a "corset T". It fit her very snugly had hook and eye closures down the front and a pair of snug-fitting jeans. She slid her feet into a pair of felt clogs. Dressed, she turned and was elated to see the look of appreciation in the young man's eyes while he watched her dress.

"I like your outfit," Buddy said.

Marla felt herself blushing. "Thank you," she replied softly. When was the last time her husband had complimented her on what she was wearing? She couldn't remember. Of course her young neighbor did a whole lot of things for her that her husband didn't do, so...

"It's kind of neat watching you get dressed, too," Buddy added.

Marla giggled. "I would have thought you'd prefer to see me undress."

The teenager's face reddened. "I...I guess I do," he admitted, looking a bit sheepish. "But watching you get dressed is neat, too."

Marla walked across the room, to where the young man sat on the bed, sat down next to him, put her arm around him, and pulled him against her. "You want to know something?" she asked softly.

Buddy nodded. "Ah...sure, OK."

Marla took a deep breath. "You're only the second man who's ever seen me get dressed," she said, very softly. Actually, he might have been the first man to see her put her clothes on, since her husband seldom paid attention to her, even when he was home.

Buddy turned and looked at her with a surprised look on his face. "Really?" he asked.

Marla nodded and placed a gentle kiss on his nose. "Really," she said. She stood up. "Now let's get to work. I have a whole lot of boxes packed with clothes in the spare bedroom I'd like to take down to that charity dropoff site."

"OK," Buddy said.

It took them quite a few trips to lug all of the boxes out to the garage and load them in Marla's SUV, but they managed. Once they'd loaded the last box in the big vehicle, they got in. Marla pressed the button on the automatic garage door opener to open the garage door, then she started the big vehicle's engine.

"Wow, you're giving them a lot of clothing," Buddy commented as Marla backed the vehicle out of the garage. "If it's all as nice as the stuff you have at home, they're going to love it at the charity place."

"Most of it is out of style, but it is all good quality," Marla said as she drove down the street. "I decided I needed to clean out my closet. I have far more clothing than I'll ever wear. And a lot of what's in those boxes back there I haven't worn in years."

They arrived at the used clothing store run by the charity and Marla drove around back to a large bin set up so people could drop things off after hours. They got out of the SUV and began putting the boxes of clothing into the bin.

"This is really nice clothing," Buddy commented, "if you'd brought it down when they were open, they would have given you a receipt and you could have claimed it on your taxes."

Marla snorted. "My husband could have claimed it," she said. "Right now, I don't really give a damn if he gets a tax deduction or not."

"OK," Buddy said, grinning. "Your choice."

As they drove back toward Marla's house, Buddy turned in his seat, reached across the SUV's center console and caressed Marla's leg. "I love the way those jeans look on you," he said.

"Thank you," Marla replied, feeling her face get warm. She loved the compliment, but it embarrassed her a little, too. She wasn't used to hearing compliments, but it was something she could get used to.

He slid his hand up over her belly, cupped her breast, and squeezed it gently. A rush of delight caused Marla to shudder. "Buddy!" she murmured. "I...I'm driving!"

The young man chuckled. "And I'm feeling you up," he retorted. He slid his cupped hand up over her breast, caressing her rapidly-erecting nipple through her bra and shirt.

"Oh, God, Buddy!" Marla groaned. "Do...do you know how nice that feels?"

"I think so," the young man replied.

"You could make me have an accident?" Marla gasped. "How...how would we explain that?"

"We better not have an accident, then," the teen said. He slid his hand over and began opening the hook and eye fasteners holding her blouse shut. Once he had most of them open, he slid his hand inside the blouse and began to caress her bra-covered breast.

Despite the fact that Buddy's caresses were really arousing her and making it hard for her to concentrate on driving, Marla did manage to control herself enough to drive back to her house safely. She pulled into the alley behind the house, then into the garage. She shut the SUV's engine off and pushed the button on the door closer. The big overhead door began humming down.

Marla unhooked her seatbelt and turned to face the young man sitting in the passenger seat, whose hand remained on her breast. "You never stop, do you?" she murmured. The fluids of excitement had her panties wet and she could feel the dampness when she moved. "God, how does he do it? How does he always know exactly what to do to turn me on?" she found herself wondering. The fact that she was now facing Buddy made it possible for him to touch both of her breasts, which he did. She didn't know what made her do it, but she found herself crawling over the console, to the passenger side of the large vehicle.

She hadn't wanted the big SUV, but her husband had insisted on buying it. Now, as she knelt on the floor in front of Buddy , tugging at his shorts to get them off, she began to think maybe buying it wasn't such a bad idea after all. The car she'd wanted was a lot smaller.

Buddy couldn't believe it when Marla joined him on the passenger side of the vehicle. He was even more surprised when she began pulling down his shorts and underpants. Happily, he lifted his hips to make it easier for her to bare the lower half of his body. When Marla slid her mouth over his nearly-erect penis, he groaned, "Oh, God!" Ecstasy blossomed through him while his lover raised and lowered her head, caressing his stiffening penis with her lips and tongue.

While she was working on Buddy's swollen shaft with her lips, Marla was opening her jeans and shoving them down. The fact that they were snug caused her more problems than she'd have liked, but after some struggling she managed to get her lower body as bare as that of her young lover. She lifted her mouth from the young man's now steel-hard pole and smiled. "Did you know the seats did this?" she asked. She reached down and pushed a button. An electric motor hummed and the back of the seat reclined. While the seatback was lowering, Marla leaned forward and licked and kissed the tip of Buddy's rampant erection. Then, when the seat was where she wanted it, she climbed up onto the young man's lap and felt a thrill when his erection slapped gently against her labia. "You don't want to wait until we get in the house, do you?" she asked while she was reaching between them and positioning the tip of the young man's hard penis between her labia.

"Ah...no...um...no way!" Buddy groaned in reply. The minute he felt the tip of his hard on being engulfed by her warmth, he lifted his hips, trying to get into her.

"I don't either," Marla said as she lowered her hips. She sighed as she felt his hardness pushing up into her. "I want you in me...now...just...like...this.!" She began moving her hips and could feel his erection lashing around inside her, caressing her insides in ways only it could.

Buddy was surprised when Marla jumped his bones in the car. He'd have expected that with a girl his age, but not with her. He didn't care, though. Making love with her was incredible, no matter where they did it. He reached up and managed to get her breasts out of her flimsy bra, so he could reach the rigid tips with his mouth, then he slid his hands down and grabbed her rocking, twisting bottom while he lunged against her with his hips. The car seat was low, and he found that by putting his feet on the floor, he could shove himself up into her better than he could when they did it this way in bed.

Fabulous sensory inputs wracked Marla's body as she rode her young lover. His forceful thrusts shook her and it felt as if he was reaching places inside her he'd never reached before. Little starbursts of pleasure erupted and evolved into more powerful ones, which then evolved into explosions of joy that were still more wonderful. She couldn't imagine how she'd survived nearly four decades without experiencing anything this wonderful. "Take...me...darling! Oh...Buddy...darling...please...take...me!" she gasped as his swollen shaft slid up into her again and again, driven by fervent motion of his hips. Her body stiffened and what felt like a nuclear bomb of ecstasy exploded inside her. "Now! Now, Buddy! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she wailed as her body, in the grip of another incredible orgasm, thrashed atop her lover's.

"Yeahhh!! Oh, yeahhhhhhh!!!" Buddy groaned in reply. He felt his fingers digging into Marla's firm bottom when his insides unleashed, releasing a whirlpool of bliss. He felt powerful jets of his fluids exploding into Marla.

"So...hot...Ohhhhhhh!!! Oh, yessssssssss!!! Oh, God, yessssssssssssss!!!" Marla cried when she felt the explosion of her young lover's fluids.

The couple's frantic movements gradually slowed until they were still, with Marla lying atop Buddy, who continued to hang on to her bottom. They were quiet for a little while, then Marla pushed herself upright and, in doing so, felt the young man's softening erection sliding from her. She also felt their mixed fluids dripping out of her onto the SUV's leather upholstery. "If we stain the seat, Tom's going to have a fit," she mused, "but who cares?" She leaned down and shared a gentle kiss with her young lover. "I think I'm ready to go in the house now, how about you?"




Marla Ch. 05



Buddy nodded. "If...if my legs work," he said, smiling.

Marla opened the car door and slid off the young man's lap and out of the vehicle, her bare feet hitting the garage floor. She grabbed her jeans and undies and began putting them back on. Meanwhile, Buddy was slipping his shorts back on.

"I was thinking about calling out for pizza," Marla said as they walked from the garage toward the house. "How does that sound to you?"

"Great," Buddy said. "I like hamburg and onion."

"Me, too," Marla said.




Marla Ch. 06



"I'm glad you're up. Mrs. Harris just called and asked if you could come over and help her move some things out of her basement this morning," Buddy's mother told him when he appeared in the kitchen on the Tuesday morning after the weekend during which the eighteen year-old high school graduate had become lovers with his thirty-six year old married neighbor. His mother was standing at the sink, washing dishes.

"She did?" the young man replied. He was surprised. He knew Mr. Harris had returned home from one of his numerous business trips and would be home for most of the week. He also knew Mrs. Harris - he thought of her as Marla most of the time - was planning to ask his mother if it would be all right for him to go along with her to the beach house the Harrises owned to "help get it ready for winter."

"Yes," his mother said. "She also asked if your father and I would mind if you went along with her to help her get their beach house ready for winter. She wants to go Thursday. Apparently Tom will be leaving on another business trip on Friday. I told her that your father and I don't mind if you go to the beach house with her. Lord knows she needs the help with her husband gone as much as he is." She rinsed the plate she'd been washing and put it in the dish drainer next to the sink. "I have to say," she continued, "I certainly wouldn't like it if your father traveled as much as Tom does.. I really can't believe he can't manage to be home for Marla's birthday. I don't know how Marla handles his being gone so much."

"It would blow your mind if you knew how she's been coping for the last few days," her son thought as he took a box of cereal out of the cupboard and poured it into a bowl his mother had handed him. "When is Mrs. Harris's birthday?" he asked, trying to keep his tone off-handed. He set the bowl full of cereal on the table and walked to the refrigerator to get milk to put on it.

"It's Saturday," his mother commented. "Sometimes it seems as if Tom's gone more than he's home."

Buddy walked back to the table, sat down, poured milk on his cereal and sprinkled some sugar over it. "Yeah, I know," he said. "I hope he keeps taking business trips for the rest of the summer," he thought as he began eating his cereal. He was glad Marla had called. After their wild weekend of almost non-stop sex, going all of Monday without seeing her had been hard and he was anxiously waiting to hear from his mother that he'd be able to go to the beach house for the weekend. The fact that he'd get to see his pretty neighbor today was a pleasant surprise, although the fact that her husband was home made him wonder if they'd get to do anything.

After he finished eating his cereal, the young man rinsed the dish and put it in the dishwasher. Then he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and headed for the door. "See you later, Mom," he said.

"From what Marla said, it will probably be a lot later," his mother replied. "She told me she their cellar is filled with things she wants to get rid of."

"Yeah, she has a lot that needs to be taken care of," Buddy replied as he walked out the door. His back was to his mother so he didn't make any effort whatever to keep the grin off his face.

"So Saturday is Marla's birthday?" he mused as he walked across the street toward the Harris house. "Since her husband's not going to be around, maybe there's some way I can help her celebrate."

He walked around to the back door of the Harris home, went up the two steps to the small back porch, and knocked on the door. He wasn't sure whether Mr. Harris was home and didn't want to raise any suspicion by just walking in.

Shortly after he knocked, Marla answered the door. "Buddy, come in," Marla said, smiling. "I'm so glad you could come over. I really do need your help today."

Buddy observed that his pretty neighbor was wearing a pair of form-fitting jeans and a white crocheted sweater and her golden blond hair was perfectly styled. "God, she looks incredible," he thought.

"Would you like a cup of coffee or some juice before we start?" Marla asked. She glanced over her shoulder. "Tom isn't going in to the office until a bit later this morning," she continued, lowering her voice a bit.

"Ah...sure...um...I could drink some orange juice if you have some," Buddy replied. He hadn't planned on Mr. Harris being home. That information was a bit of a disappointment. On the other hand, Marla did say her husband would eventually be going to the office, so...

"Come on, I'll get you some OJ," Marla said. She turned and started walking across the kitchen.

Buddy followed her and as he did, he looked up and saw Mr. Harris sitting at the kitchen table. The man, wearing a bathrobe Buddy himself had worn a few days earlier, had the newspaper spread out in front of him and was drinking out of a cup. "Hey, kid," he said when he finished. "How ya doing? You graduated this year, right?"

"Ah...yes, I did," Buddy replied. He found it a bit difficult to talk with Mr. Harris, given what he and the man's wife had been doing.

"You going to college?" Mr. Harris asked.

"Yes," Buddy replied.

"Good, gotta get a college education if you want to get anywhere these days," the man said. He glanced down and started looking at something in the newspaper. "Getting through college is like getting through high school was when I was a kid."

"Here, Buddy," Marla said, handing the young man a glass filled with orange juice. "Why don't we go downstairs and I'll show you what I need you to help me with today?"

"Ah...sure," Buddy said.

Clutching the glass of juice in his hand, the young man followed his attractive neighbor down the hallway, then down the stairs into the basement. He was careful to close the door at the top of the cellar stairs after he went through it.

When they reached the basement, Marla stopped and turned to face Buddy. She took the glass out of his hand and set it on a shelf mounted on the wall next to the steps, then she pulled the befuddled teenager into her arms, pressed her warm, soft lips against his, and slid her tongue into his mouth.

Buddy reacted instinctively. His arms slid around his lover's waist and he pressed his body against hers while they shared a kiss that had his penis hard as a rock seconds after the started. He had no idea how she did it, but Marla kissed better than anybody he'd ever kissed in his life, not that he had much experience kissing a lot of women before he began his affair with her. He slid his hands down, cupped her firm buttocks and pulled her against him while her tongue lashed and stabbed at his. He couldn't believe Marla was doing this with her husband upstairs. The positive thing about Mr. Harris being in the house was that it added a considerable edge to the excitement the young man was feeling as he and the man's wife continued to share their forbidden kiss.

The sound of a chair sliding back and footsteps on the upstairs floor ended the kiss abruptly. Buddy and Marla, gasping, stared at each other for a second. The footsteps stopped and there was the sound of the door at the top of the stairs opening. Marla grabbed Buddy and pulled him through the doorway that led into the basement rec room and out of view of the doorway at the top of the stairs.

"Hey, Marla, I gotta take a shower and get to the office," Tom Harris yelled down the steps. "I'm damn near out of underwear and I need enough for a week. Get some washed up for me before I get home later, will you?"

"Ah...yeah...sure," Marla called up the stairs in reply. She shook her head as her husband closed the door. His footsteps continued down the hallway to the bedroom. Then she looked at Buddy, who was still staring at her wide-eyed. "That asshole," she snorted. "'Wash me some underwear, will you?' I'll wash some underwear for him...Oh, sure. Maybe I'll throw in a red shirt so his damn shorts are pink. Let him explain that to his goddamn girlfriends." She began to chuckle, but the chuckles quickly escalated to outright laughter.

Buddy was surprised when Marla began laughing, but he quickly felt himself losing control. He started to smile, but soon was laughing as hard as Marla was. They laughed so hard they could barely stand and wound up clinging to each other for support until the episode of hilarity ran its course.

Marla was surprised to discover that when she finally stopped laughing she was incredibly horny. Of course she'd been horny when she woke up that morning, that's why she called and asked Buddy to come over, but the intensity of the desire she was feeling at that point was almost frightening. She grabbed her teenage lover by his shirt and clamped her lips back on his. As they again shared a powerful kiss, she began shuffling backward toward the pool table sitting in the middle of the basement rec room.

Buddy hadn't quite gotten over his fit of laughter when Marla's lips pressed against his and she started to drag him across the room. He was surprised how quickly his body shifted from feelings of silliness to explosions of passion. He allowed her to drag him across the room, not exactly sure what she was up to. He'd hoped they'd get to make love once her husband left, but Mr. Harris was still upstairs taking a bath, so they... Marla stopped moving and began opening the clasp at the waist of his jeans. "Jesus, is she planning to...to...with her husband in...in the house?" the teenager wondered. He uttered a soft groan when Marla slid her hand inside his loosened jeans and wrapped her fingers around his erection.

In some deep recess of her mind, Marla knew she was taking a huge risk. She found it hard to believe she was actually getting ready to make love with Buddy while her husband was still in the house, but that's exactly what she was doing. She had his pants open and was holding his throbbing erection in her hand, stroking it.

While their ardent kissing continued, Buddy slid his hands between them and opened Marla's jeans, then he pushed them down. Since she was holding his erection in her hand, he felt the least he could do was reciprocate, and that's exactly what he did. He slipped his hand inside her silky white bikini panties and cupped her middle, finding it sopping wet.

"Oh, God, I need you so much, Buddy!" Marla groaned. She hopped up on the pool table and kicked out of her loosened jeans. She tugged on her young lover's erection drawing him closer, guiding his erection to the aching opening she desperately wanted it to fill. With trembling fingers she hooked the center panel of her panties and placed the swollen tip of the young man's penis between her labia. "Take me, darling! Please! Take me!" she groaned.

The minute Buddy felt her warmth and wetness on the head of his erect organ, his hips lurched forward, burying it in Marla's snug, slick opening. "Oh, yeahh!" he groaned as his erection was enveloped by warmth, wetness, and incredibly good feelings that spread up through him from the point where their bodies were joined. He slid his hands around, cupped her bottom, and hauled her against him.

Marla clung to the young man while he sawed his erection in and out of her. Her arms were around him and her head lay on his shoulder. "Yes...oh, yes! Oh...oh...Buddy! Oh...yes! Oh...yes! Take...me! Buddy...take...me!" she chanted into the young man's ear while he plunged his rock-hard shaft into her again and again.

"I...I can't...I can't wait much longer," Buddy panted. "I...I needed you too...bad!"

"Don't wait, darling...please don't wait!" Marla replied, tightening her embrace. "I...I needed you badly, too! Take me now! Oh, please, take me!"

"Oh...oh, yeah! Unnnnhhhhh!" Buddy groaned. His body stiffened and seemed to vibrate when his shaft began pumping his hot, viscous fluids into Marla's rippling opening and exquisitely wonderful feelings began suffusing his body. "Oh...oh, shit! Oh, God! Yeahhhhhhh..." His groans of delight were muffled when Marla locked her lips to his in yet another wild kiss.

Marla wanted desperately to scream the joy she was feeling out to the entire world, but knew she could never do that. When the wondrous orgasm the young man's plunging erection set off began expanding through her, she felt herself getting ready to yell and pulled Buddy into a kiss to keep the sound from escaping. She felt her hips working wildly against his quivering body and felt his fluids spouting into her. "God, this is so wonderful!" she mused as the breathtaking sensations her teenage lover was producing in her coursed through her body.

They'd just begun to calm down when they heard the door at the top of the cellar stairs open. Marla was still clinging to Buddy, whose mostly-hard erection was still buried deep inside her. Buddy still had a death-grip on her bottom and both of them were gasping for breath, although once they heard the door open, they both worked hard to be still.

"Hey...Marla," Tom yelled. "I'm headin' for the office now. Don't forget about the damn underwear. Remember, I need enough for a week. You might as well put it in my suitcase. That'll save me having to do it." The door closed and the heard footsteps heading for the kitchen. They only relaxed when they heard the sound of the kitchen door closing.

"That...was...so...awesome!" Buddy gasped. He kissed Marla gently and she returned the kiss.

"It was, wasn't it?" she agreed. She caressed his face with one hand and smiled at him. "Of course, my love, as far as I'm concerned, every time we make love, it's awesome."

Buddy's erection softened to the point where it slipped out of her. When it did, he stepped back quickly.

Marla slid off the pool table, onto her feet, although she did hang on for a few seconds until the shakiness went out of her legs. She could feel their blended juices dripping from her, looked down, and saw that they'd fallen on her jeans and panties. "I guess I'll have to wash my panties along with 'Asshole's' underpants," she giggled.

"Is he always like that?" Buddy asked while he bent and slipped up his underpants and pants.

Marla bent, picked up her clothes, and decided not to put the dampened garments back on. "I guess so," she responded. "Although I think it's only in the last few months that I've realized how demeaning his treatment of me really is." She shrugged and started for the stairs. "And in spite of that, I'll still wash and pack his damn clothes for him," she said as she walked, her voice betraying a tone of resignation.

Buddy followed her, surprised that she was walking in front of him with her bottom nude, but thankful for what he was able to see. Her moving, gently jiggling buttocks were an incredibly lovely sight to behold. "How can Mr. Harris be married to someone like her and treat her the way he does?" he wondered as he followed his lover up the stairs.

When they reached the upstairs hallway, Marla stopped, turned, and put her arms around Buddy. "You help make my life bearable, do you know that?" she asked him, and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Ah...I'm glad I...um...can...ah...be here for you," the young man replied.

"I'm going to get the damn laundry started," Marla said. "If you want, you can start taking the boxes of clothing I didn't donate to charity down and put them in the storage room in the basement."

"I can do that," Buddy said.

After Marla headed down the hallway toward the laundry room, which was just off the kitchen, he headed for the spare bedroom where the two or three boxes of clothing he had to move were stacked. It didn't take him long to get the boxes downstairs. When he emerged from the cellar doorway after taking the last box down, he met Marla in the hallway. She'd put on a fluffy pink robe since he'd last seen her.

"Are you finished already?" she asked.

"There were only three boxes," the young man replied. "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

Marla smiled, giggled softly, raised a hand and caressed his cheek fondly. "I know you didn't mean it the way I took it, but the answer is 'yes.'"

Buddy felt his face getting hot. He chuckled softly. "I didn't really mean it that way, but..." He put his hands on her waist and pulled her against him. His lips covered hers and his tongue speared into her mouth. He felt her arms winding around him and was thrilled by her fervent return of his kiss.

The kiss finally ended and after it did, Marla leaned back in the young man's arms. "Oh...God..." she gasped. "You...I...every time...you make me feel so..."

"Wild?" Buddy suggested. "Every time you kiss me, it feels wild."

Marla smiled and pressed against her young lover. "Wild is as good a word as there is, I guess," she told him. "You really are something special." She tightened her arms around him.

"I think you're special, too," Buddy replied. He returned her hug. He could feel his body responding to having Marla's pressed against it, but it wasn't the quick, fervent response that sometimes happened - and had happened earlier that day in the basement. "Is there anything else you want me to do while you're doing laundry?"

Marla sighed. "Buddy, I didn't ask you to come over to be my maid," she replied.

"I know," the young man said. "But I don't mind helping. I really don't."

Marla trailed her fingers along the teenager's cheek. "I know you don't mind, my darling, but..." She stepped back and shook her head. "I'm taking advantage of Buddy," she thought. "My best friend's son. Oh, God, I'm taking advantage of my friendship with his mother, too." The thoughts she was having were powerful and she began to experience overwhelming feelings of guilt. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. "Buddy, I...I'm so sorry..." She pulled out of the young man's arms, turned, ran into her bedroom, and threw herself on the bed, sobbing.

Buddy, stunned, stood in the hallway, trying to figure out what had just happened. He and Marla had been talking when, suddenly, she began to cry and ran away from him. "I...I don' think I did anything," he mused, running the past few minutes over in his mind. He went over everything he'd said and couldn't find anything that should have been upsetting. He finally took a deep breath, turned, and walked slowly into the bedroom where his sobbing lover lay. He carefully sat down on the bed next to the sobbing woman and laid his hand gently on her back. "What...what's wrong?" he asked softly. "Did...did I do something..."

"It...it...isn't your fault," Marla sobbed into the bed covers. The fact that the young man thought it was his fault she was upset made her feel that much worse and her sobbing intensified.

"Then what...what's wrong?" Buddy asked.

"It's just that...I...I realized...just now...I...I'm...really a...a horrible...p-person," Marla sobbed.

"No! You're not! I...I think you're a fantastic person," Buddy responded. "Don't...don't say that."

The young man's comments only served to make Marla cry harder. Her state of mind had her believing she didn't deserve any kind of compliments. She kept her face buried in the tangled bedclothes and wracking sobs continued to shake her body.

Buddy wasn't sure what to do. His comments seemed to have made her cry harder. He decided not to say anything else for the moment. Instead, he reached out and began gently stroking her back through her soft bathrobe.

Marla felt the young man's gentle caresses and, in fact, they did have a calming effect on her. "He has the most incredibly gentle touch," she mused as his fingers trailed up and down her back. "God, that feels so nice." She laid there, enjoying her young lover's caresses, and felt herself growing calmer and calmer. Maybe things weren't as bad as she'd made them out to be in her head. Buddy was eighteen, after all, and she hadn't forced him to do anything.

Buddy noticed that his attractive companion's sobs were getting softer and softer the longer he caressed her back and was pleased. He hated the sound of her sobbing and knowing she was in pain. He was also aware that he'd begun getting an erection. "I guess a crying woman is a turn-on," he mused as he kept sweeping his fingers over Marla's back and his penis kept getting stiffer.




Marla Ch. 06



Marla laid next to Buddy, continuing to calm down, for a few more minutes. Finally, when she was sure she wouldn't burst into tears again, she took a deep breath and rolled over onto her back. She looked up into the young man's eyes and smiled. "Thank you," she said softly.

Buddy, who'd lifted his hand away from his older lover when she turned over, looked surprised. "For what?"

"For knowing how to calm me down, for knowing exactly what to say and do."

Buddy felt his face getting hot. "I...I didn't know...um...I just...I didn't want you to cry..." he stammered.

Marla lifted her hand and caressed his cheek gently. "You are so special," she said softly.

"Ah...I...um...I think you're pretty special, too," the red-faced teen responded.

"Come down here," Marla whispered. She slid her fingers around the back of Buddy's head and tugged gently, then she laid there, feeling herself fill with anticipation, as he lowered his face to hers. Their lips joined and a rush of wonder went through her.

As he lowered himself to kiss Marla, Buddy shifted his hips to keep his erection from touching her. He wasn't sure what her response would be if she felt it and didn't want to take a chance of making her angry. He liked kissing her and was expecting one of the enjoyable kisses they normally shared when they weren't making love and was as surprised as Marla was when their lips did touch and wild feelings shot through him. "Oh, wow!" he thought when her tongue speared into his mouth and began lashing his. He felt her hand, which was still cupped around the back of his head, tightening.

Their lips remained connected and their tongues lashed while passion rose inside both of them. Finally, needing to breath, they separated. Buddy looked down into Marla's face.

"My God!" she gasped. "My...God!"

"Yeah!" Buddy replied. "That was incredible!" He lowered his face, their lips joined again, and again he experienced the rush of wild, wonderful sensations. Without realizing it, he slid closer until his body was pressed against hers. Warm skin touched his hand and he realized he'd reached inside the neck of her robe and was fondling her breast. He felt her shudder and she moaned into his mouth when he brushed his fingers over a rigid nipple.

Marla was as surprised by the intensity of her response to their kisses as her young lover was by his and like him, she was delighted by it. It showed her someone cared about her, someone loved her, and someone needed her. When he slid his hand into her robe and over her breast, it felt so wonderful she couldn't keep from moaning. She moaned even more when she felt the young man's lips moving off hers. She was almost giddy with delight when her teenage lover started to kiss his way down her neck, onto her chest. She ached to feel his lips on her nipples. She also felt something poking against her hip and was even more thrilled to discover he had an erection. Even though she'd enjoyed a fantastic experience with the teenager in the basement a short time earlier, she needed him as much as she ever had.

Buddy kept kissing his way deeper into the neck of Marla's robe, letting his face push it open as he did. He loved how her warm skin felt against his lips, and loved the soft moans she made as his lips moved over her flesh even more. He was surprised how turned on he was and even more surprised by how turned-on she was acting.

"Oh, Godddd!!" Marla groaned. Her back arched and she felt as if she was going to have an orgasm when Buddy's lips closed around her left nipple and he began suckling it. She could feel her hand cupping his head, pulling him against her. "Yessss! Oh, yesss, darling!"

Buddy swept his hand down over his lover's writhing body, opening her robe, baring her body. Having done that, he slid his hand up between her legs, which parted for him, and cupped her sopping wet middle, which rocked upward, pressing against his hand.

"Please, Buddy! Please, darling, take me!" Marla groaned. "Ohhhhhh!" she moaned when he slid two fingers into her. She felt her hips surging against his hand. "Don't make me wait, darling! Please!"

Buddy wasn't sure how he was going to do all the things he wanted to do. He didn't want to stop sucking on Marla's nipples and he didn't want to stop fingering her, either. Then again, he desperately wanted to make love with her, which meant he'd have to give up at least one of the thrilling things he was doing. He slid his hand out from between her legs, took a break from kissing and licking her nipples, moved so he was kneeling between her legs, and pushed his jeans down. When his jeans were out of the way, he shuffled up closer to her middle. It was his turn to groan when Marla grabbed his erection and tugged it toward her. He leaned forward and let her guide the tip of his swollen organ between her labia. He lowered his hips and groaned with delight when he began sinking into her.

"Yesss! Oh, God, Buddy, take me! Yessss! Yessssss!" Marla cried when she felt her lover's swollen shaft begin to enter her. She clutched the teenager's bottom and pulled on it, trying to get him all the way into her.

Buddy supported his body on his outstretched arms while he lunged against Marla with his hips. He'd lost count of how many times they'd made love, but it seemed to him that each time they did was more wonderful than the last. He couldn't believe there was any feeling better than that of having his erection wrapped in her warm, wet, vibrating vagina.

"Take...me...Buddy...please...take...me!" Marla gasped as the young man's hips pounded against hers. Wild, wonderful feelings were building in her, rapidly approaching the point where she knew she'd soon be experiencing the absolute delight he always gave her when they made love.

Buddy wanted the wonderful feelings he was experiencing to go on forever, but his body was already giving him clear signals that wasn't going to happen. His insides were tightening in that way he now knew indicated he was going to come, and soon. "I...Oh, God...it feels too good...I...I'm gonna...Oh, God! Oh, yeahhh! Yeahhhhhh!!!" he groaned. His hips pressed against Marla's middle, churning wildly, and he felt his hot fluids gushing up through him and spewing into her at the same time wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over him.

Marla felt the young man's hot fluids gushing into her, then skyrockets of delight burst and her body was inundated with the wild, wonderful feelings she so desperately needed. "Yes, darling! Oh, yesssss! Take me! I...Oh, God...I can feel you coming! Yes, darling! Oh, yess!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her hips surged upward, meeting the pressure from Buddy's twisting, rocking pelvis, trying to draw as much bliss from their joining as she could.

The intensity of their coupling finally began to wane and as it did, Buddy pulled his softening erection from Marla and lowered himself to the bed next to her. She rolled on her side so she was facing him.

"That was even more intense than what we did downstairs," the young man said, his voice filled with awe.

"It was intense, wasn't it?" Marla agreed.

"Is...is...you know...um...love...making...is it always so...intense?" the teen asked.

Marla smiled and trailed her fingers over his forehead. "It is with you," she said softly. "I...I really don't have a lot of experience, so..." She shrugged.

"Ah...I...um...I didn't mean...you know...that..." Buddy said quickly, afraid Marla had taken his question the wrong way.

Marla kissed him gently. "It's all new for me, too, my darling," she said. "What I do know is that I've never, ever experienced anything like making love with you. Its always wonderful - incredible would be a better word and that's doesn't say enough. I think it may have something to do with you being a very, very special man." She followed her comment with another tender kiss and continued to stroke his forehead.

"I think you're a pretty special woman, too," the teenager responded. He still had a hard time believing how fortunate he was. "How many guys actually get to make love with the woman they dream about?" he mused as he looked at his lovely companion, whose fingers were still caressing his forehead. "You can't believe how much I want it to be Thursday."

Marla planted another gentle kiss on his lips and smiled at him. "I want it to be Thursday, too," she said. "You...we...just have to wait one more day."

"I know," the young man replied, sounding just a little pouty. "But I still wish it was Thursday already."

Marla lifted her head and looked over Buddy at the clock on the stand next to the bed. "It's getting late," she said. "I need to get the laundry finished before Tom gets home."

"You want me to leave?" Buddy asked.

Marla kissed him. "I don't want you to leave, but I think it might be best if you did...for now," she said.

"OK," Buddy said, sounding sad. "You want me to come over tomorrow?"

Marla couldn't help but chuckle. She hugged him and kissed him again. "You are insatiable, aren't you?" she giggled. "We'll see. I'd love to have you over again, but it depends. How about leaving it that I'll call you if you can come over?"

"OK," Buddy said.

After he got cleaned up and dressed, Buddy did leave. He walked across the street to his house and told his mother he was going to the mall. He had an idea of what he wanted to get Marla for her birthday.




Marla Ch. 07



Wednesday was an exasperating day for both Marla Harris and her adolescent lover, Buddy Wilson. They were frustrated because there was no chance for them to get together. It didn't matter to either of the lovers that on Thursday they'd be going away to spend a long weekend together, they both knew they didn't have that much time before Buddy left for college and their affair would have to come to an end.

Buddy, resigned to the fact that he wouldn't be able to see his adult lover until she picked him up Thursday morning, decided to do some shopping and finish with plans he had for making their weekend extra-special. He knew Saturday was Marla's birthday and was determined to make the day extra special. In fact, he'd come up with a pretty exciting - to him at least - idea of how to make the day special.

Marla's husband was acting more like a jerk than usual, a fact that didn't make the day any easier for her. "How come you can't wait until Friday to go to the beach house?" Tom Harris whined Wednesday evening while they were having dinner. "Jesus, you could at least wait until I leave on my trip and not leave me here alone."

"Have you ever once minded leaving me here alone?" Marla thought bitterly, but she held her tongue. "There are things that need to get done before it's too late in the season," she snapped in reply. "And since you don't seem to have the time to do any of them, I have to. Buddy's willing to help me, and he's leaving for college soon. This is the only time I have."

"Yeah, sure," her husband complained.

The fact that he didn't seem to remember that Saturday was her birthday - and also didn't seem to care that he'd be away then - wasn't lost on Marla.

While Marla was dealing with her boorish husband, Buddy was packing his things, barely able to contain his excitement about spending three days and four nights alone with the woman of his dreams. He couldn't stop thinking about how neat it was going to be to not have to worry about anyone walking in on them, or to not have to worry about running into anybody they knew.

"My goodness, you certainly are excited about going to the shore with Marla, aren't you?" Buddy's mother commented as he walked through the kitchen in the process of getting things together for the trip.

"Ah...um...yeah," Buddy replied cautiously.

His mother chuckled. "You're hoping there will be tons of attractive girls at the shore this time of year, aren't you?" his mother continued.

"Yeah," Buddy replied. "Who cares about girls in bikinis?" he thought. "There's only one attractive woman I'm interested in." "I have to run down to the mall," he told his mother.

Marla was packing, too, and was just as excited about their long weekend at the beach as her young lover. She kept a lot of clothes at the beach house, so she didn't need to take much, but she did wanted to take some things Buddy would like. "For when I'm wearing something," she thought, giggling. She hoped she wouldn't be wearing clothing a lot of the time she was at the beach house.

After finishing their preparations for their trip Marla and Buddy both went to bed early. Not surprisingly, both of them had problems falling asleep. They were both aroused by thoughts of what would happen when they got to the beach, but both resisted the impulse to relieve their sexual tension.

Marla woke up just after 6:30 the next morning. That was unusual; she seldom was out of bed much before 9. She slipped out of the king-sized bed she and her husband still shared. Since she'd begun her affair with Buddy, she found the fact that the bed was big enough to allow her to stay well away from her husband a benefit she'd never considered before.

Her husband, Tom, felt the bed move as she slipped out of it. "Jesus Christ, Marla, what the hell are you getting up so early for?" he grumbled.

"I want to get on the road early," Marla snapped in reply. She went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Then she turned on the shower. While the water got warm, she slipped off her flannel nightgown, then she got in the shower. The warm water felt incredible. She was already partially turned on from anticipating her trip with Buddy, and the hot spray pelting her body added to the feelings of arousal already smoldering inside her. When she soaped up a washcloth and began washing herself, passion continued to flare in her. Washing her vagina felt so good it almost caused her to come, but she fought the impulse. She wanted Buddy to be the source of any orgasms she enjoyed today.

She was almost finished in the shower when she heard her husband banging on the bathroom door. "How come you have the goddamn door locked?" he complained. "I gotta pee, for Christ's sake."

"Use the guest bathroom," Marla yelled back.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Tom complained. She heard him stomp off down the hall.

Marla decided she'd never, ever, share a bathroom - or anything else intimate - with her husband again. "You know," she thought as she began drying herself off, "I think it's about time I have my own bedroom." Moving into the spare bedroom would be her first priority once she got back from the beach.

Buddy was awake at daylight, too.  He was already packed, but he checked everything again, more from needing to do something than out of fear he'd forgotten anything. He tried playing some games on his computer, but found the games boring. He tried watching TV, too, but found that nearly as boring as the computer games had been. Time seemed to be dragging. Marla told him she'd pick him up at 8, but his clock said it was only 6:30 and the clock seemed to be running very slowly today. He finally slipped on a bathrobe, went to the bathroom, and took a long shower. While in the shower his thoughts turned to his beautiful, older, blonde lover and those thoughts, of course, had a very visible effect. He was tempted to masturbate, but fought off the urge. He was out of the shower, had dried off, and was just finishing shaving when his mother knocked on the door. "Buddy, hurry up, I need to get in there," she called. "I have a hairdresser's appointment at quarter after eight."

The young man hurriedly finished what he was doing, left the bathroom to his mother, and went back to his bedroom. He put on a dark blue T-shirt that had a white reflective "EMT" logo on it and pair of jeans. Dressed, he picked up the duffel bag he'd packed his things in, and an orange toolbox, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. He was more nervous than he could ever remember being. His chest felt tight and he could almost feel his heart pounding. He debated whether he wanted to eat, decided not to, but did pour himself a glass of orange juice. He'd just finished drinking his juice when his mother walked into the kitchen.

"I'm off to the hairdresser's," she told him. "Your father's already gone. He had to be in early this morning."

"OK," Buddy said.

"Be sure you help Marla when you're at the beach," his mother said. "She isn't taking you over there for a vacation, or to chase girls in bikinis you know."

"I know, Mom," the teenager replied.

"She's given you a lot of work this summer," his mother continued as she got some orange juice out of the refrigerator and poured herself a glass. "Look how much money you have in your savings for college now."

"I know, Mom," Buddy repeated.

After she drank her juice, she walked over and gave her son a hug and a kiss. "Have fun," she told him. "...and behave."

"I will, Mom," Buddy said. "See you on Sunday."

"Gotta go," his mother said, "I'm running late already."

At almost exactly the same time Buddy was getting dressed, Marla was trying to decide what she would wear for the trip. After donning a white silky bra and equally silky white panties, she picked a satiny pale blue pullover blouse that had a draped boat neck and long sleeves that were slit almost from her shoulders to her wrists. She'd bought the blouse to entice her husband and learned, after wearing it a few times, that he didn't notice what she was wearing most of the time. She also put on a denim skirt that buttoned up the front. She didn't put on any pantyhose or stockings. For footwear she wore a pair of clogs.

Her husband had gotten up and was in the shower, so she made the bed and checked the bags she'd packed again. Once she was finished with those chores, she checked the clock and saw that it was only a few minutes before eight. With her heart pounding and her chest tight, she picked slipped the strap of her purse over her shoulder, picked up her bags, and started down the hallway. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom so she stopped and stuck her head inside. "I'm leaving," she called.

"How come you have to go so goddamn early?" her husband called in reply.

"Because there's a lot I want to get done," she yelled back.

"Yeah, OK," her husband snorted. "See you when I get home, then."

Marla continued down the hallway, through the kitchen, and out into the garage. She put her bags in the back of her SUV, climbed inside, pressed the button on the garage door opener, put the key in the ignition, started the vehicle's engine, and backed out of the garage. Down the driveway she went, across the street, and up the driveway at the Wilson home. Just as she braked to a stop, Buddy's mother came out of the house. She waved and smiled. "Hi, Marla," she called as she walked to her car.

Marla waved in response. "Hi," she called back. She realized she was suddenly feeling a bit guilty.

After Buddy's mother drove off, Marla got out of her SUV and walked up to the back door of the house. Before she could knock, a smiling Buddy opened the door. Her heart, already pounding, began to pound even harder. "Are...are you ready to...to go?" she asked.

"Ah...yeah...I...um...I sure am," Buddy replied. His eyes wandered over her. "You look great," he added.

"Thank you, Buddy," Marla said. She could feel her face getting warm. "I don't believe I'm blushing like a schoolgirl getting a compliment," she thought. It felt wonderful to have someone appreciate how she looked.

"Ah...you want some orange juice or something before we go?" Buddy asked.

"Ah...I...I'm not really hungry," Marla said. That was true. She was so wound up she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep anything she ate down.

"OK," Buddy said. "I'll go in and get my stuff." He turned and walked back into the house.

Marla, thinking he might have some bags he'd need help with, followed him into the house. When she got in the kitchen she realized he only had a duffel bag and some kind of orange toolbox.

Buddy bent down to pick up his things but stopped. It had just hit him that he and Marla were alone in the house. He straightened up, walked past his puzzled-looking lover, closed the kitchen door, and locked it.

"Buddy, what are you doing?" Marla asked. She wanted was to get going so their time at the beach could start. She desperately needed to make love with the young man.

Buddy walked back toward her, grinning. "Mom's gone to the hairdresser, Dad went to work early this morning," he said. "You know what that means?"

Marla couldn't figure out what he was up to.

"It means nobody's home," the young man continued. He reached out, pulled Marla into his arms, and pressed his lips against hers.

Marla felt the rush of delight she always experienced when she was in Buddy's arms. Her arms wrapped around him and her body pressed tighter and tighter against his. Ecstasy raced through her, filling her as her tongue and Buddy's dueled. Her hips began twisting against Buddy's body and her thrills increased when she felt the swollen mass of his erection pressing against her. "Oh...God...Buddy...I...I need you so...so much!" she gasped when they broke their fervent kiss to get some breath.

"Yeah...me...too..." the young man gasped. He again pressed his open mouth against hers. His hands slid down and he cupped her buttocks through her skirt, pulling her middle even tighter against the swollen lump at his groin.

"Why did he have to start this now?" Marla thought as wave after wave of passion swept through her body. "We should be on the road." She felt herself being pulled across the kitchen while the young man continued kissing her. His kisses and the pressure of his aroused body against hers had a noticeable effect. She could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter as the juices of arousal poured from her. "What on earth is he thinking?" she wondered as Buddy continued to move them across the floor.

It wasn't easy kissing Marla and getting them across the kitchen floor at the same time, but Buddy managed. When he was near the kitchen table, he hooked his foot behind a chair leg, then pulled the chair away from the table.

"Buddy, what...?" Marla gasped when, again, the young man's lips left hers. She realized she couldn't see him. Then she felt his hands sliding up her legs and shuddered as even stronger feelings of desire roared through her. She glanced down and saw him sitting on the kitchen chair, naked from the waist down.

Buddy loved how it felt to slide his hands up Marla's warm, smooth legs. He'd already dropped his pants and underpants and was sitting on the chair with his erection pointing up, toward the place it so desperately wanted to be. He continued sliding his hands upward, pushing her skirt ahead of them.

"Buddy...what...?" Marla shuddered when she felt the teenager's hands cupping her buttocks through her panties. She responded, parting her legs and straddling his waist, as he tugged her closer to him. When he started tugging her down, she followed his direction and began lowering herself.

As Marla's body moved nearer and nearer to his erection, Buddy slid his fingers into one of the leg openings and pushed the center panel aside. It was his turn to shudder when he felt the tip of his steel-hard penis touch the warmth, softness, and dampness of Marla's vaginal opening.

"Oh, Buddy! Yesssss!" Marla moaned when she felt the head of the young man's penis spread her vagina open. "Yesss! Oh, Buddy, I need you so much!" she moaned as she sank downward, taking more and more of him into her. This was exactly what she needed, what she'd been wanting. It had only been twenty-four hours since she'd had him, but it seemed longer. "That feels so wonderful!"

"It sure does," Buddy replied. He kept hold of Marla's hips until, at last, she was sitting atop his legs and he was as far into her as he could get.

Clinging to each other, the couple began moving their hips. Grunts and moans came from them and the legs of the chair thumped softly on the kitchen floor while their bodies thrashed, each seeking the wild sensations it so desperately needed from the other. Their arms were wrapped around each other and their joined hips rocked madly.

Marla was surprised when she realized she was about to have an orgasm, a very powerful one. It seemed as if she and Buddy had only been making love for seconds, but there it was, racing toward her like a tidal wave of ecstasy.

Buddy was close, too. He fought to keep from coming with every bit of self-control he could muster, but it was a losing battle. He felt the contractions deep in his groin that signaled his coming, then, with a loud passionate groan, he felt an explosion of delight as his fluid gushed into Marla's clutching opening.

When Marla felt the young man's hot fluids spraying her insides, bright lights of joy began exploding behind her tightly closed eyes while the wild sensations she so desperately sought blossomed through her, satisfying those desperate needs. Her arms remained locked around Buddy's neck and her hips kept moving desperately against his.

The fervent movement of their bodies began to calm and, at last, they were sitting quiet on the chair, still hugging each other. Buddy's softening erection remained clutched in Marla's still quivering opening.

"Oh, God, I needed you so much," Marla whispered into the young man's year, then she kissed him gently on the cheek.

"I needed you, too," Buddy replied.

Marla giggled and clenched her vaginal muscles. "I'd have never guessed," she said, and kissed him again. "You know, I'm going to have to clean up before we go now," she added.

"That should only take a few minutes," the young man replied. "Then we can get going."

Ten minutes later they were on the highway.

"I don't believe we made love in your house," Marla commented. Her insides were still tingling.

"It wasn't anything I planned," Buddy replied. "But I wanted you so much and you looked so good and..." He reached over and ran his finger up and down the skin of her arm exposed by the slit sleeves of her blouse. "I really love your outfit."

Marla shuddered and felt her nipples begin to stiffen. She resisted the impulse to pull off the road and jump the teenager's bones again. They'd never get to the beach if she did that.

"You like that, don't you?" Buddy commented, and did it again.

"You know I do," Marla told him. "I always love when you touch me."

"I love touching you," he said. "You have the softest, warmest skin in the world. You feel so wild."

Marla glanced over at the young man and smiled. "You make me feel wild," she said. "Nobody has ever touched me the way you do."

"Really?" Buddy commented, surprised.

"Really."

"Not even your...your...husband?" the young man asked.

"Especially not him." 

"Oh." Buddy couldn't imagine being married to a woman like Marla and not wanting to touch her and make love to her. Her husband had to be some kind of dummy.

They shifted the focus of their conversation to other things for a while. Marla was surprised to learn that she shared an interest in big band music with the teenager. He'd just commented that he downloaded a lot of Glenn Miller Orchestra songs from the Internet. "I can't believe you like Glenn Miller," she commented.

"Why not?" Buddy retorted. "His band played real music, not the noise they call music now."

"I have a collection of big band albums at the beach house," Marla said. "We'll have to listen to them this weekend."

"That would be neat," Buddy said. He grinned at her as he ran his fingers back up her arm through the slit in her sleeve. "Can we dance, too?"

Marla couldn't believe what she was hearing. Buddy wasn't just an incredible lover, he was well rounded, thoughtful, and fun to talk with She couldn't remember the last time she had an enjoyable conversation with her husband. "You are an amazing young man," she commented. She glanced over and saw that the young man was blushing. "I really mean it," she said.

"Ah...thanks," Buddy replied. He'd never seen himself as being all that special.

"It's almost lunchtime," Marla commented. "Want to stop and get something to eat?"

"Sure," Buddy said.

"There's a diner a couple of miles up the road that's really good," Marla said. "I'll stop there."

"That sounds OK," the teenager said.

When they reached the diner, Marla pulled into the parking lot, found an empty parking space, and steered her SUV into it. She shut off the engine, the two of them got out and walked into the diner. They were seated at a table in a dining room that had been built on the antique chrome and steel diner.

"They do a lot of business considering they're a little town out in the sticks," Buddy commented.

"Once you taste your food you'll see why it's so full," Marla replied. "I've been in big restaurants in New York that don't serve food that tastes any better."

The waitress came over, took their orders, then hustled off.

Marla looked across the table at the young man with her and smiled. "I can't get over the fact that you want to be a fireman," she said. "I thought boys grew out of that kind of thing."

Buddy shrugged. "Some guys do, I guess," he said. "It's always been something I've wanted to do. My grandfather was a firefighter and three of my uncles are, too. I think I like the medical stuff even more." He chuckled. "My uncles don't get that. They don't think EMS should be in the fire service."




Marla Ch. 07



"EMS?" Marla asked.

"Emergency Medical Services," Buddy said. He pointed to his T-shirt. "Like for Emergency Medical Technician."

"Oh," Marla said. "And you're already an Emergency Medical Technician?"

"I was certified when I turned eighteen," Buddy said. "In our state you can't be certified if you're under eighteen."

"But you had the training before you were eighteen?"

"You can take the training if you're between seventeen and eighteen," Buddy said. "And you can do the in-hospital and ride-along requirements. You just can't get your certificate so you can actually run on a squad until you're eighteen."

"Oh," Marla said. "So do you belong to a...what did you call it...a squad?"

Buddy shook his head. "James County is all career, so I can't get on with them," he said. "But they do let you do ride-alongs. The closest volunteer squad is over in Washington County and that's almost thirty miles. I have already signed up for the fire-rescue department at the college I'm going to, though."

"Your college has a fire department run by students?" Marla asked, surprised.

"Mostly run by students," Buddy said. "The chief is a college employee, and so are the college security people. But most of the department is made up of students. The officers are all juniors and seniors."

"I never knew college students did stuff like that," Marla said. "I thought it was all keg parties, sports, and stuff like that."

Buddy laughed. "It is at some colleges," he said. "The one I'm going to has a specialized fire-rescue degree, so it makes sense for them to have a fire-rescue department. But that's not the only college where the students provide fire and rescue services. I looked into a college in Vermont that does it, too. St. Michael's' College in Colchester. Their rescue squad covers the college and a bunch of towns around the college."

"Wow," Marla said.

The waitress returned carrying a tray. She set the tray down on a stand near their table and transferred two heaping plates of food to the table in front of them.

"Holy crow!" Buddy said. "I'm not sure I can eat all that."

"I should have warned you about that," Marla chuckled. "Not only is their food good, the portions are huge."

"I guess," Buddy agreed.

They began eating.

"You're right, this is incredible!" Buddy said after he'd eaten a little of his meal.

"That's why I always try to stop here, either on my way to the beach or on my way back home," Marla said. She realized Buddy seemed to be looking past her and had a concerned look on his face. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"I...I think the woman at the table behind you is choking," Buddy said, without looking at Marla. He got up and walked past her, toward the table he'd indicated.

Marla turned around and thought she knew what Buddy had been talking about. The woman at the table behind her, who looked as if she might be in her sixties, was clutching her throat and looked like she was gasping, but wasn't making any noise.

"Ma'am, are you choking?" Buddy asked.

The woman nodded.

"Stand up, I can help you," the teenager said. He walked around behind the woman, put his hands under her arms, and lifted gently. "Stand up, please, ma'am," he said softly, but clearly. "I want to help you." He felt the woman rising, although she didn't take her hands away from her throat.

"Help her! Oh, my God, please help her! Help my wife, she's going to die!" the man sitting across the table from the woman begged.

Buddy balled up his fist, placed it in the spot where he'd been taught, and cupped his other hand under it. "A sharp movement. In and up," he remembered his instructor saying over and over as they practiced the Heimlich Maneuver in class. "Repeat until the object is dislodged or until the patient loses consciousness." "I hope this works the way it's supposed to," the teenager thought. He did the movement he'd only done in practice sessions before. And nothing happened.

"Please! Oh, God, please help my wife!" the woman's husband begged.

Buddy tried the maneuver again. And again nothing happened.

"She's going to die!" the husband wailed.

Buddy tried the maneuver a third time. Something popped out of the woman's mouth and clunked on the table. Immediately he felt...and heard...her take a deep ragged breath. He looked around, saw several of the waitresses standing there, staring, and realized that everyone else in the diner was staring at him, too. "Call 911 and tell them we need an ambulance," he yelled. One of the waitresses - the one serving Buddy and Marla - turned and hustled into the kitchen. He lowered the woman, who now seemed to be breathing all right, into her chair, then he moved to her side and knelt down. "Are you all right now, ma'am?" he asked.

"I...I'm fine...I...I can...breath...again," she gasped.

"You...you saved her life!" the woman's husband cried. He grabbed Buddy's hand and shook it. "Oh, God, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"I think she'll be fine," Buddy said, feeling a little embarrassed. "I do think she ought to go to the hospital to be checked out, though."

"An ambulance is coming," the waitress who had been waiting on Buddy and Marla said. "Their garage is just down the road, they should be here pretty quick."

She'd no sooner said that than they heard the sound of a siren.

The ambulance arrived and took the lady, whose name was Ruth Ferriter, to the hospital to be checked. It turned out she'd choked on a piece of improperly chewed ham steak. Her husband, Hal, kept hugging Buddy and wringing his hand. The teenager was relieved when he left to follow the ambulance to the hospital.

Another result of Buddy's heroics was that they didn't have to pay for their meal. "Your money isn't any good here," the owner told him, shaking his hand and clapping him on the back. "Not today, not ever."

"Thank you," Buddy said. He felt more than a little sheepish. When he finally sat back down at his table, people kept staring at him and Marla sat across from him, grinning. He felt very uncomfortable. "Ah...how about...let's get going, OK?" he said, finally.

"Don't you want dessert?" Marla asked.

"Ah...no...I...I just want to go somewhere people aren't staring at me," Buddy said.

"Remember, you come back any time," the owner called as they went out the door. "Your money's no good."

Marla started the SUV, backed out of the parking space, and headed down the road. She glanced over at Buddy and grinned. "Well..." she said. "I had no idea I'd wind up traveling with a hero."

"I'm not a hero," Buddy protested. "I just did what I was trained to do."

"You saved that woman's life," Marla said.

"Anybody who knows the Heimlich Maneuver could have done what I did."

"I didn't see anybody else jumping up and offering to," Marla said.

"Maybe they didn't see what was happening," the teenager replied. "Maybe they would have once they realized what was happening."

"You saw what was happening and did something," Marla said. "You're a hero. Don't be so embarrassed."

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say," Buddy replied. "They weren't all staring at you."

"I have a feeling you're going to be very good at what you want to do," Marla said.

"I hope so," Buddy said.

Marla reached across the console and laid her hand on the teenager's leg. "You're already very good at other things," she said softly. She slid her hand up and teased the outline of his penis with her fingers through his denim jeans.

"Ah...OK...um...if you say so," the teenager croaked in reply. The minute her fingers touched his penis it began to stiffen. "How...how much...um...farther...ah...is it, anyhow?"

Marla was delighted to feel his growing erection. "A little less than a half-hour," she replied. "Think you can wait that long?"

"Ah...I...um...I guess I'll have to," Buddy replied. He figured two could play the game Marla was playing, reached across, and began stroking her breast with the palm of his hand. He was delighted to feel her nipple stiffening against his palm.

"Ummm," Marla murmured as a rush of wonderful feelings swept through her. She just knew the next few days were going to be absolutely wonderful!

The two lovers continued caressing each other for the remainder of the trip. Marla had to work hard to keep her concentration on her driving, but she managed. She felt relieved when she turned onto the road where the beach house was located and saw the large A-shaped structure just ahead. "Thank goodness we're here," she thought. Her panties were soaking wet and she was trembling. The gentle way Buddy was caressing her breasts had her very near to coming. She pulled into the driveway of the beach house, pushed the button on the garage door remote control attached to the sun visor, and watched as the garage door opened. Once it was all the way up, she drove into the garage, located under the two-story beachfront home, and pushed the button to close the door behind them. She turned to Buddy, leaned across the console, and kissed him. "I need you so bad," she murmured when the kiss ended. "Let's go in the house. It will be so much nicer than if we make love here in the car."

"Ah...yeah...OK," Buddy gasped. His erection was so hard he wasn't sure he'd be able to walk, but he agreed it would be a lot nice making love in the house than in the car. He watched Marla open the door on her side and slide out, then did the same thing on his side. He followed his adult lover up the stairs from the basement garage into the sunny living room of the home and watched, wide-eyed, as Marla peeled her blouse off, then her bra. He gaped at her lovely exposed breasts for a few seconds, but when she began unsnapping the waist of her skit, he began fumbling with the button at the waist of his cutoff jeans.

Marla finished taking her clothes off, walked over to Buddy, who had shoved his cutoffs and underpants down, and was pulling his shirt over his head. She waited until he tossed the shirt aside, then grabbed his hand and dragged him to the L-shaped white leather sofa that sat facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the beach. She let go of the teenager's hand and fell back onto the sofa. She allowed one of her legs to dangle over the side of the sofa, leaving herself open. "Fuck me now, Buddy!" she groaned, reaching her arms up to him.

Buddy heard Marla's impassioned request and, since he was feeling almost exactly the same high level of need, he stretched himself out on top of Marla. Much to his surprise, he felt the tip of his erection being caressed by her wet opening and got an even bigger surprise when, as he lowered his hips, he felt his engorged organ sliding into her.

"Yessss! Oh, Buddy, yesssssss!" Marla groaned when she felt herself being filled by the young man's erection. That was exactly what she needed. "Take me, darling! Yes, take me!"

Buddy did the only think he was capable of doing at that point, he began plunging into her, working his hips against hers, hearing the sound of their flesh slapping as his rigid penis slithered in and out of Marla's snug opening.

"Yessss! Oh, yes, darling! Yesssss!" Marla groaned. The wild, wonderful feelings Buddy always gave her were filling her, just as they always did. She locked her legs behind his and shoved her hips upward, welcoming his probing organ deep into her. She knew it wouldn't be long before she got the release she needed so desperately. Her fingers raked his back, pulling him down against her.

Buddy knew he wouldn't be able to wait much longer, either. It was as if he had no control over his body. The quest for pleasure, for release, was all that mattered. His hips continued to slam down against Marla with ever-increasing frequency. He felt her hands digging into his back and her heels locking behind his legs while her body was lunging up to meet his. He also heard her grunts and groans of pleasure.

"Now, Buddy! Oh, God, Buddy, take me now! Nowwwwwwwww!" Marla screamed when bright fireworks of pleasure began exploding inside her. "Take me nowwwww! Ohhhhhhh! Yessssssssss!"

Marla's cries of ecstasy drew an immediate response from Buddy. Almost immediately he felt his insides roiling, then his hot fluids were jetting out of him and intense waves of pleasure were inundating him. "Yeahhh! Oh, yeahhhhh!" he groaned as he came, still hammering his hips against his lover's.

"Wow...that was...unreal," Marla gasped after she'd regained enough of her senses to be able to talk. Buddy was still lying atop her, and his partially hard erection was still buried in her. "Ohhh!" she murmured. An orgasmic after-shock sent a ripple of delight racing through her.

"It was unreal, wasn't it?" Buddy replied. He pushed himself up so he could look down at her. "I needed you so bad. You had me so turned on I thought I was going to come in my pants before we got here."

Marla grinned up at him. "That's exactly what I wanted to do," she said. "I wanted us to jump each other's bones the second we got here."

Buddy chuckled. "Well, I'm glad you got what you wanted," he said. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her.

Marla returned the kiss and he kissed her a second time, with a bit more emotion. And a third time after that, with even more emotion. She felt his erection, still buried inside her, begin to stiffen again. The next thing she knew, she had grabbed his head and they were kissing like they hadn't kissed in ages. Tongues stabbed deep into each other's mouths and lashed, and feelings of desire began arcing between them like high-voltage electricity. If it had been dark, the sparks of desire flashing between them might actually have been visible, at least that's how it felt.

Buddy had kissed Marla intending to get off her but found himself swept into a new whirlpool of excitement. Her hips were writhing under his and he could feel himself getting harder and harder again. "This is unreal!" he thought while he shared passionate kiss after passionate kiss with the gorgeous woman lying under him. "If we keep going like this, neither one of us is going to be able to walk by the time the weekend's over." His capacity for rational thought vanished as he was once more swept up in a whirlpool of passion. His hips began moving and soon his body was again slapping against that of the woman lying under him, seeking and exchanging pleasure with her.

The bodies of the impassioned couple on the sofa continued struggling and both Buddy and Marla emitted feral sounds of joy and desire that seemed to fill the entire beach house. This was what both of them had come here for, the ability to have sex without worry of being discovered and they were taking advantage of that ability early.

The sounds coming from the joined bodies on the sofa grew in intensity and volume and their movements grew more ardent. Had anyone been observing them, it would have been clear what was about to happen. Then it was happening. The couple chanted their ecstasy and their bodies strained as once more they experienced the total bliss of a shared orgasm.

"Oh, God, that was so wild!" Buddy said. They'd finished their second session of love-making and he was now kneeling on the floor next to Marla, leaning on her, enjoying how it felt to have her bare breasts pressing against his bare chest. He chuckled. "When we started doing it again, I was thinking that if we kept going the way we were, neither one of us would be able to walk by the time the weekend is over."

Marla ran her fingers through the young man's hair. "I think that would be wonderful, don't you?" she murmured.

"You want to see if we can do that?" the teenager asked. He shifted his head so he could look at his lover. That put his cheek on her breast. He could feel her partially hard nipple pressing against it.

Marla trailed her fingers over the young man's cheek and smiled. "We'll have to see," she said. "But right now I need to get up. I have to use the bathroom."

"OK," the young man said. He straightened up, sat back on his heels, and watched as Marla gracefully got up from the sofa, padded across the living room, and started up the stairs. "She is the most gorgeous woman in the world," the teenager thought as he watched his lover walk away from him. "And she's a really neat person, too." He glanced over toward the kitchen and saw there was a small bathroom off that, so he stood up and went there to get himself cleaned up.

Marla came downstairs wearing a silky pink bathrobe. "We really should get the things in from the car," she said.

"Yeah, I suppose so," Buddy said. He slipped on his jeans and stepped into his shoes, then followed Marla down the steps to the garage.

They carried their things up to the second floor of the beach house, and put them in the master bedroom. It was huge, the entire width of the building, with floor to ceiling glass, just like the living room under it. There were two screened sliding doors that led out onto a balcony that was the same width as the room. In the center of the room was a king-size bed.

After he put his things down, Buddy walked to the windows and looked out at the beach. "This place is unreal," he commented, feeling a little awed. Mr. Harris had to make really good money. There was no way his parents could ever afford a place like this and they both had pretty good jobs.

"I've always loved it here," Marla said. She'd walked over to where the young man stood and was standing behind him. She slid her arms around his waist, pulled him back against her, and kissed him gently on the neck. "I love it even more now because you're here with me."

"It must cost a fortune to own a place like this," Buddy said.

Marla laughed and kissed his neck again. "It is expensive," she admitted. "But unlike our house, this place belongs to me."

Surprised, Buddy turned around in her embrace and looked at her. "It does.  How can you afford it? I mean, you aren't working and..."

"My parents left me some money...a lot of money...a whole lot of money...when they died" she explained. "My family used to rent a house up the beach from here when I was a kid. I saw them building this place and have loved it ever since. I used some of the money my folks left me to buy it and I put the rest in an irrevocable trust fund that pays all of the expenses for the house." She laughed a little bitterly. "My husband has never let me forget that I 'robbed' him of the money my folks left me when I bought this place and set up the trust."

"But it was your money," Buddy said.

"You get that, he doesn't," Marla said. She kissed him gently. "That's why I'm here with you."

There weren't any groceries in the house, so they got dressed and went grocery shopping. When they got back, they put all of the food away and Marla baked one of the frozen pizzas's they'd bought for their dinner. They ate it sitting on the sofa watching the ocean as the sunlight faded and evening came on. There were three sliding glass doors in the front glass wall and they had all of them open so the sea breeze could come in, along with the sounds of the waves.

"It is really nice here," Buddy said. "The ocean sounds are really calming."

"I think that's one of the reasons I've always loved being here," Marla said. "I don't think it's possible to have trouble sleeping if you're near the ocean."

"Yeah, it's kind of like the world is humming you a lullaby, isn't it?" the teenager commented.

Marla leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I don't think I've ever heard anyone say that, but I think it's absolutely poetic," she said. "'The world is humming you a lullaby.' My goodness, Buddy, you're a poet, too."

"Aw, come on," Buddy said.

By the time it got to be full dark, both of them were having a hard time keeping their eyes open. "I think it's time to go to bed," Marla said, stretching and yawning.

"Yeah, I think so, too," Buddy said.




Marla Ch. 07



They turned out all the lights, went upstairs, got in bed, made love one more time, gently and lovingly, then fell asleep in each other's arms.