4 comments/ 95084 views/ 24 favorites Dreams of Jean By: Leestories The chain link fence that had served as the border between his and Jean's yard seemed a lot shorter than it used to. Since he had been 12 he had taken care of her children, well a lot of the neighborhood kids after school till their parent got home. And maybe Jean knew of the affect which she had on him. Well granted not to the degree of perversion. For example she was probably was not aware how he had arranged the growth of vegetation on the fence so that a line of sight was clear from his window to her garden. Where she would in the hot days of summer kneel in her cut offs to tend the vegetables as he had watched on. She was probably unaware as well how he had twisted the blind in the bathroom ever so slightly or raised the curtain just enough in the bedroom that when he would leap that very fence in the dark of night he was given access to her as she bathed, as she wrestled beneath the sheets, with her husband or with the toy that he had found early on in his lust with her in her bedroom drawer. If she was aware of the volume of hours he had spent on her in his mind she might have been flattered, she should have been flattered. Hers was not an above average beauty, Here five foot nine frame was one that clearly had born four children and worked long hours as a nurse with little time for the gym or other maintenance. It was not that she was fat, it was just that she was a woman, a middle aged woman with short dark curly hair she permed so she would not have to pay extra attention to. Perhaps it was because of her nondescript nature that she found some of the things he did, well surprising. As a daily guest in their house, a friend and caretaker or her children after school while she and her husband worked, she grew accustomed to him being there. Almost more accustomed to him than to her frequently absent husband. So accustomed in fact that sometimes things in her mind sort of slipped, particularly when he and her husband were both in the house. She blamed herself for the incident that started their slide. Sure there were times she had caught him staring at her breasts, her ass, he was a teenage boy. There were times that his foot would wander up against her leg under the table during a game of Risk. There were times when she took a little too much pleasure in teasing him about girls. He was a teenage boy, she found it funny, flattering. The event in question however was singular in comparison to these moments. She had been carrying on a conversation with her husband over the counter while he watched TV and she busied herself with the preparation of supper. It had quickly devolved into the usual, "yeah" and "uh hu" responses, so silence had quickly settled in and she devoted her full attention to the carrots in the sink. Having finished with the kids in the yard Ted had entered the house quietly through the garage to let them know he was taking off for the evening. When Jean had come home she found her husband had already found the TV and his chair instead of supper so she quickly slipped on her short housecoat to start supper before she finished changing. The sound of neighborhood disputes in the backyard drifted in the kitchen window while her thoughts drifted off catching the back of Larry's head out of the corner of her eye while moving rhythmically in front of the sink. Not believing his eyes out of his mind as he watched her shift the weight from one foot to another. He could hear Larry's soaps on TV and decided that a quiet entry was best. It was always best not to talk to Larry, Larry was an asshole. He leaned back against the table for a moment, watching the fabric sway across Jean's ass. He did not have to imagine what was just above the line of the terrycloth as it rode up teasing him. He had watched that ass in cutoffs in the garden, he had probably run the underwear she was wearing through his fingers, over his hard dick when they were not home. The round cheeks he had watched in the shower. Once when Larry fell asleep in front of his soaps he had watched her spread out on her bed, ass stuck up in the air, the corner of the pillow in her teeth. It was a fear that something might change and snatch this moment from him that sent him from the table while her stare was on the window. It was something about her stare that made him wish that she was looking for him in the backyard as she grinded against the sink. He spotted his glass on the counter right way. The rule was simple and strictly enforced. Dirty dishes were supposed to go by the sink. And though he sometimes enjoyed the lecture because she could be a close talker when she was angry, this was better. Jean's stare drifted from the window to the TV to the absence of the balding back of Larry's head when she felt the footsteps behind her. Maybe it was the young doctor who had visited at work that day, maybe it was that it had been that Larry had not pinned her ankles behind her ears in over two months. No matter what it was the footsteps moved through the floor, up her legs. She stopped shifting her weight and dug her heals in without breaking the sway so she could feel it better. She was looking at the back of the lazy boy when she felt the warmth and the pressure as the glass clinked down beside her and an arm withdrew along her hip. It was instinctive, she stepped back to meet the man behind her. Leading with her ass then pressing off the sink with her hands. She had expected him to be farther behind him as her shoulders pressed back against his ribs, as the top of her ass rubbed back against a hard dick in jeans. She had expected him to be shorter, she had expected him to be Larry. Larry who having now had slid further down in his seat had his feet showing. It was everything. Everything he ever wanted had dreamed about. As she leaned backwards into him he stole a glimpse past her closed eyes at the full hanging breasts being restrained ever so slightly by the robe while her ass slid the length of his hard dick. Then his mind racing, his senses flooding he pulled away and beat a fast retreat to the back door. It was different after that, there was a malice of forethought now. There were no innocent brushes. He realized every one of his "blunders" as just what they were, calculated advances. And they were no less frequent, he could not help but think there were times she intentionally tried to stay away from him. And there were other times as well. It was nine months since they had paused as they brushed against each other when they met at the door. Her body passing closely, awkwardly her polyester nurses uniform turning against him. It had been nine months since he had last seen her. His freshman year seemed like a blur, his cherry popped, god bless drunk girls with experience who decided they need to be sex educators, things were different. He leaped the fence with one bound fueled my all those months of fantasies. He had opened Jean's door a thousand times, knocking as he opened it and calling out to announce his presence. Today no answer came, the kids were still in school for another three hours, and it was Tuesday, the day she traditionally had off of work. He found her right before the kitchen in the laundry, oblivious to his entry. He watched as she lifted clothes from the washer to the dryer. He knew her outfit very well, the loose shorts, tank top. But there was one very important difference in that the side of her breast which was normally restrained by the sports bra now floated free beneath the fabric. Instinctively his hand went to his already hard cock. If he would have thought about it he might not have done it. If he had thought about it, it still would not have mattered. All that mattered was the loose shorts riding loosely on her generous ass, and the smooth white skin of her breast as he took his cock in his hand. She would remember him in the doorway from that day forward, she would remember everything about this moment forever. There was a fire in his eyes that she knew but was different. She was caught between a smile and the desire to greet him and the desire to chastise him for walking in on her. Her eyes wandered down his six foot four frame. It was obvious that College had changed him, the t-shirt fit tighter across his rising chest, the young boy that had been in and out of her house for years was still there but he was different. When her backwards stare fell on the hard dick in his hand her jaw dropped. She knew that cock, she had felt it against her thigh, her ass, once even brushing her forearm against on the excuse that she had dropped a playing piece to a board game they were playing. She had laid on her bed her legs spread thinking about it. But it was bigger and more beautiful than she had ever imagined. The kind of dick that she would dream about when Larry used to bend her over the bed and slam up against her ass. She stayed facing the dryer her head turned to his approach. Her mind racing looking for the words to say but she could not find any as they fought all over her tongue. She chose instead to bend over to close the dryer door and then lean forward to press the start button. All the while never taking her eyes off Ted, and his hard dick. She turned her stare forward as he stepped closer. But he had seen her eyes on his, on his dick, wandered if she was even aware of how she had bit her lower lip. He approached her, his right hand sliding past her hip as it had when he had put the glass on the sink. And just like that time her instincts told her to drive her hips back into him. She wanted to arch her shoulders against him. Feel his breath on her neck, his cock on her ass, her nipples hardened immediately as the fabric of her shirt slid across them at the thought of his hands groping her breasts. She wanted him to be her husband. She did not want him to know what the thought of him had forced her to do to herself in the bathroom at work after she had rolled against him in the hall nine months ago. She could not let on to the feelings, the thoughts that seemed so wrong that had filled her head for so long. "Where is everyone" the words fell above her ears, his breath along her lobes. It was a perfectly natural question, one she had heard many times but this time, the weight of the words was much different. "Out..." was all that came out of her mouth before she found herself pressed against the dryer as his right hand slid across her hips to just above her polka dotted panty line. When she felt the fingers gaining purchase beneath the elastic of her panties it was too much. Her ankles rocked her up into the air forcing her loose short covered ass against his raging hard on. She might have withdrawn at this point if his right hand had not descended to scratch at the generous pussy fur above her clit. She wanted to withdraw but was caught in the moment, and by him. His left hand positioned his dick along the crack of her ass and pulled her to him. His left hand now free it slid over her ass and up her side snaking it's way under her left tit he gathered the fabric of her shirt in his hand and pulled tight. She gasped at the sensation of the fabric pulled tight over her nearly exposed breasts, and the power and the pressure of his hands so irresistibly close to them. The fabric of her top still tight in his hand his hand slid up between her breasts towards her neck, his forearms dragging against her nipples. This was too much, she needed to find clarity she needed a moment to collect herself, to stop this flood of feelings. Every half-hearted attempt she made to escape his grip found her grinding her ass harder against him. She was keenly aware of it as it snaked it's way between her legs sliding in past the fabric of her shorts, gliding along her already moist underwear. She went to her tiptoes again as if it would lift her off of that monster that was now riding the length her pussy, its delightful upward angle teasing her clit. On feeling her rise his hand firmly ran the length of her throat, took hold beneath her jaw and forced her down on him, the head of his dick sliding over her clit she breathed in deeply as though she was being suspended above the ground by his powerful dick. His right hand found the rhythm she was starting, fingers lightly clawing at her pussy hair as if trying to crawl down to her clit and the head of his cock a mere inch or two away. His hand at her throat had forced her stare to the dusty mirror above the dryer. Making her watch his hands at her throat, his fingers under her panties, and his eyes devouring her body. She watched as her lips came near her ear, she felt his breath. "Shhhhh..." The sound, his hands, his dick, all pressing against her made her shudder as she felt her clit tremble. "This is nothing we have not done, done before." She knew exactly what he meant, she had thought of this and thought of this a lot, it was apparently something he thought of often as well. So often that it was ingrained in them. He joined her at the mirror and gathered in her gaze, his lips still by her ears. "Touch it" she withdrew her trembling right hand from the dryer, her gaze still lost in his. Her fingers slid along the hot head of his cock and began the run the length of his shaft when his left hand closed tighter against her throat. "Not there you need to put things back where they belong" His right hand left her mound and seized her hand on his dick making him squeeze it then sliding it so her fingers slipped along her wet pussy and he forced her to begin rubbing her clit to the rhythm she had established. Still staring in the mirror he watched her try to stifle the moans she was trying to make as she felt his hard dick against her pussy, her fingers quickly bringing her clit to climax. His right hand slid up her soft stomach and began groping at the breasts he had so long dreamed about. Gathering her nipples beneath the fabric, squeezing, pulling, tugging at her had nipples she could not take it anymore and a loud moan escaped her. "ohhhhhhhhh godddd.." His reflection in the mirror broke into a smile more devious than anything she could remember. She watched his tongue, then his mouth fall on her ear, licking, sucking at her lobe, then her neck. Her knees grew weak, she could feel her climax building. Removing her wet fingers from her pussy she tried to guide his big head back into her pussy but he resisted, teased her. Forcing it against her clit then withdrawing his hips. She could not stand it... "Fuck me!" She could not believe the words had come out of her mouth. He spun her around in front of the dryer and looked into her eyes, one hand pulling her generous ass against him his other burying itself in the back of her curly short hair and craning her neck up to him. He reached down and ripped her shorts to the floor. "Not yet." Ted lifted her from the floor by her ass and her hair. She was not a small woman but he was no little boy anymore. Her legs wrapped around him wiggling, trying to get that hard dick in her he placed her on the dryer. "I have thought about this for too long". She arched her back as he stepped forward forcing her underwear to the side, and trembled as this boy who had been in her house so many times put his fingers into her pussy. "I have spent years watching your breasts. It is time that you showed them to me". He slid the tank top straps down over her shoulders. He was like a wild animal when he got his mouth on her middle aged tits. His fingers working her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit, the dryer vibrating beneath her. He stepped back and she looked at his hard cock and then closed her eyes waiting to feel it buried inside, waiting to let her orgasm erupt all over it. But it was not his dick that she felt, instead it was his mouth enveloping her pussy and the flat of his tongue shaking against her clit. She opened her eyes to watch her babysitter fucking her with his mouth as she began to drive her hips against his face. "I told you to show them to me" he said looking up at her from her pussy. "I have always loved watching you play with your nipples. Show me." If she was going to panic this would have been the time and place. But in comparison to the fact that his tongue was driving her to orgasm the thought that he knew, he had seen her play with her nipples, and what else he might have seen was of little consequence. Her fingers had been on her breast for mere moments when she felt the fire of the orgasm and grinding her hips tried to get clear of the flat of his tongue pressing tightly against her clit as she came all over his face. He held her tight as she thrashed atop the dryer, his hands now joining her on her breasts. With a devilish smile he slid her underwear off of her, wiped his wet face with them and placed them in the pocket of his undone jeans. Pulling him to her on the dryer their mouths met for the first time. For the first time since it began he recognized reluctance in her eyes but within moments of their lips touching her tongue was in his mouth. She had forgotten how kissing could be Larry had never been a good kisser and now he was a non kisser. But tasting his spit and her pussy and their tongues clashed it all came flooding back to her. Sliding her off of the dryer onto unsteady legs she broke the kiss and stared up at him, the down the dick in his hands and knew what was to come next. She lowered herself to her knees. Bragging to her friends that she could deep throat her husband did not seem like much of a brag, but Ted's cock, there was something to brag about. His hand slid around the back of her head and craned her neck up to look at him as his other guided his dick towards her partially opened mouth. "Have you ever thought about this?" She nodded yes. "Thought about what Jean?" "Abou.." was all she got out because she opened her mouth to speak he forced his big dick deep into to back of her throat. She started to gag, to retreat but he held her tight. "Come on, you know you can do it". She overcame the urge to gag, felt her throat open a little more as his dick slid in and out. "You can take it, I've seen you take it". Seen her take it, she tried to freeze. How did, what did, she looked up at him with confusion and fear and he took that opportunity slam it even father in her throat. Her gaze never left him as he continued to fuck her face, and confess to her about the long term lust he had for her, about what he had seen in the bathroom, the bedroom. Her confusion and fear were replaced with wanton lust by the time she felt his hot load explode down the back of her throat. He held her there on his cock till she drained him of all that he had. Then he slowly began fucking her face again until his was hard once more and her pussy was on fire. Lifting her from the floor he grabbed the familiar worn robe from the hanger on the drying rack and slipped it on her. While their tongues once again danced in each others mouths. God she loved kissing him. He lead her into the kitchen and asked her to make some Kool Aid for him. She knew exactly what he was up to and made a modest production out of reaching high in the cupboard for the pitcher. She could feel his eyes all over her body, and every inch of where the cloth of the robe touched her skin was on fire. When the pitcher was half full in the sink he was behind her just as he had been the last time she had worn the robe for him. But this time when she stepped back into him his hard dick pressed the fabric of the robe against the crack of her ass. This time when she leaned backwards into him his hands groped at her breast. She looked over to the chair where Larry had been the first time this had happened. Then out the window across the backyard where she could see Faye her friend and neighbor adjusting her swimsuit and lawn chair and red hair as she prepared to lay out. She leaned back over the sink and he leaned with her taking in the same scene. "Your windows always do have the best view" he whispered in her ears and they stared at Faye, as his hands groped at her breasts, as she grinded wet pussy against his dick through the fabric. "Ask again". Dreams of Jean Ch. 02 Drawing the blinds Ted made his way to the Lazyboy where Jean was slowly collecting herself on unsure legs. Pulling her into his arms he let his hands wander her still trembling body like some trophy. Supporting her from behind, Ted walked her back to the kitchen, and deposited her at the sink and righted her house coat. His mouth roamed her neck as he reveled in the low moans emanating from Jean, gazing down on her rising and falling chest while her ass returned to the slow grind against his groin. Ted whispered in her hear and after dressing in the laundry room he exited through the back door and made his way across the yard, taking the fence in one bound as he gave a sideways glance toward Faye's where he saw her pacing the deck with her phone in her hands and listening to the phone ring in Jean's house. It was only his second night home but things were back where they had been when he had went away to College. A quiet supper, quiet in that there was no real conversation with the exception of his father blathering on about what he had done and what Ted needed to do, all while shooting out inane advice. It was probably just this kind of behavior that had driven his mom away ten years ago and frankly Ted was not sure how Annie stood it. Annie his step mom was nice enough in a mousey way but it would be a lie to say she seemed like family, and honestly he was just fine with that. She was quite adept like him at staying in the background and making him feel like, well, a visitor, another fact that Ted was fine with. After supper Ted's father barked out to Ted to help Annie with the dishes while he took his showers. Since it was still early, the sun was still up, and he had no better excuse Ted stepped in to help. Ted was just finishing helping Annie clear the table while she started in on the dishes in the sink. Lost in the thought of four hours earlier when he had Jean pressed hard against Larry's chair. Annie made a couple of attempts at small talk, classes, girls, etc. "Jesus Christ Wayne! Cover yourself up!" True to form his father had come up the stairs from the basement shower completely naked, something that had always set his mother and sisters off as well. There he stood with his "what?" face on, his penis like a turtle poking out from beneath his beer gut. Ted wondered how the hell he even fucked Annie with that thing, how he managed to get it out from under his gut to do anything with it. Shit, his dad fucking Annie. That was the first time he had ever thought of that. He could hear his father grumbling something about "my god damn house" as he made his way down the hall. Ted's eyes made his way up Annie's five foot, maybe 100 pound frame. Jean was built like jailbait but with nicer boobs. Her skin showed the looseness that came with what must be her fifty of so years and too much time in the sun. After his afternoon escapade he found himself sizing her up trying to imagine how the hell she found any pleasure in sex with Wayne. When his gaze finally made it up to her face it was turned to him in an apologetic expression, for his naked father he presumed. He shrugged at her bringing a smile, though he was not sure if it came from his shrug or him checking her out. Then in turn she lowered her eyes along his body while she and paused. Apparently he had been thinking about Jean more than he was aware because when her gaze reached his short, he could feel his hard dick shift in his khaki shorts. His first instinct was to immediately excuse himself but where the hell was he going to go. He knew his father would be back down the hallway soon to pick up the paper, from the table, bark out another round of orders and then head off to bed. So instead Ted opted to simply sit down at the table and putting his raging hard on out of view and begin perusing the want ads for a job. Even though he knew what he was going to do with his summer. While he looked at the ads he could not help but check out Annie. When she would bend over the sink to scrub a pan he tried to imagine he could see the side of her breasts in her sleeveless blouse. Why the hell had he never noticed her before in this lustful light? Like clockwork, his dad returned complaining about how many miles he had to cover the next day and how no body better fuck with his sleep. He snatched the paper from Ted and whacked him over the head with it and smiled. "You going to go out tonight"? "Nah, maybe for just a run", Ted replied. "Well whatever you do don't wake us up when you get home. Especially Annie, she can be a real bitch when she gets woke up and then I have to deal with it". With that he walked out of the kitchen taking a swipe at Annie's ass with the paper and making her jump. Ted took in her breasts as she did, imagining he could see her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her bra. Ted took the last of the things from the table and made his way over to the sink setting them beside her, smelling her perfume. "I will try not to wake you up" Ted said his eyes still trying to determine if it was her nipples or the fabric of the bra he was seeing. "Oh don't worry about that asshole Ted" she replied as she looked up into his eyes and let her hand touch his forearm. What the hell was she doing, sure it was just a touch she thought to herself as he rose from the table, not able to take her mind off of his shorts. "Oh trust me, I won't" he replied giving her the first true smile she ever recalled getting from him. He tried to keep Jean on his mind as he changed, but then he would think of Faye's fingers, he stretched, and he thought about Annie's nipples. But he had a mission so he ran, trying to clear these two new guests out of his mind, so he could pay attention to the job at hand. Running his neighborhood by night had always been his escape. Block by block, he had a face, a body, a moment of daydreaming on just about every one. He had delivered their papers, mowed some of their yards, though he was seen as sweet, had always been aloof, sometimes unsettling so. This was the sexual playground of his imagination. There was Kristi with the druggie dad, and Barbara whose kimono robe had slipped while he was collecting, jailbait Schulyer. Shelia, Brenda, his sister's old friends whose trips through puberty had been hell on him. The women he saw walking their dogs, hanging up clothes, the list ran on, and on. It surprised him that Faye had never been given a story like some of these fleeting glances had been afforded. He entered through his back gate and passed along the side of Faye's house it was the first time he had thought of her as he did it. Perhaps it was that he never had the opportunity to develop the lust the way he had for Jean, or perhaps it was that Faye's husband patrolled the grounds like a hawk and scared the shit out of him. Her proximity and her unattainability had left her in the background. But tonight when he reached the corner of his yard he could still hear Faye on the deck, on the phone, giving her best, sarcastic laugh. Listening to her, he thought about her sunglasses turned towards Jean's, Jean's head to the window with his dick deep inside her, or her fingers running over her waist. Faye had a worse tank top and cut off habit than Jean but hers were a uniform, Jean's were camouflage. She showed her smooth 30 something tummy, the freckles fading as they slipped beneath the fabric of her bra. She chose to decorate her treasures, Jean hid hers. When his parents had first bought the house it butted up against a large field behind them that the kids rejoiced in playing in. With the arrival of the new elementary school the field was quickly eaten up by new, more expensive housing projects each competing for what turned out be the largest slice in a meandering semi-circle block with no less than three of their yards touching up along his back fence or to the small common, an undividable patch of ground between them. His was the only fence as the new neighbors were hard pressed and unwilling to face lawsuit and stake their claim of the patch. So they opted instead for shared shrubbery between them that softened the entry into the common area instead of creating a no-man's land. Faye's property snuck in along Jeans and did not truly touch yet at the point where the patch began she and Jean's properties were within 12 feet of touching. Because Faye's house faced away from Jean's circle where Ted had been such an integral part of Jean's and the other families who lived their lives, he had very little exposure to her. He had never looked after her kids, never been in her house, and had the distinct feeling that her husband did not care for him in the slightest. Or perhaps it was that her husband was the only one in all his years of chasing his fantasies who had almost busted him. He could not, would not forget how he had become reckless, wanton in the approach that night when he had heard his voice split the night "Hey! What the fuck are you doing!!" while sneaking over the fence towards Jean's. After he had bolted from the yard he could still hear him loudly giving chase. His feet chewed up the asphalt with one mile becoming another, his legs regretted not turning towards home. His brain knew better. He ran like a madman building an alibi. Past kids with a wave at the convenience store, shouting hello to Kristen's drunken father as he stumbled out of the Oasis bar. He was making sure he was seen by everyone. After all, what kind of perv window peeper could cover that much ground that fast. As his final act of defiance that night he had snuck in his house and changed quickly into different clothes, then returned to the driveway to stretch. Watching the rollers from the cop car a block over as Faye's husband gave his statement. Eavesdropping on neighbors who had come outside to try and figure out what was going on. That night he realized that to continue his game, the game must change. He could not outrun everyone, his slinking days were over. His six foot two frame was failing to find purchase behind the bushes. So that night marked his transition into the background. No more sneaking, he made a conscious effort to become less real, and more shadow. Something in the periphery that seemed to belong when viewed by the casual observer. Blending in, until he decided to, wanted to be seen. A six foot two, blue eyed, blonde appearing from a dark shadow. A learned and practiced response that now dictated his actions. He listened in on Faye still on her deck, still talking on the phone "Well you tell him, if you see him. Well I am just saying if you do.. Well it's a plan then. You go get your shower on." He played on her words, making them about him. While it was entertaining, it did nothing like the word shower did for him. He had not spent enough time in her shadows; he was not comfortable in the background of her life. She was a passing fantasy, she wasn't the dream that he had nurtured. Now he needed to check on that dream. He drifted along the side of the house, across Jean's yard and along her house. He swept past visually inventorying each room, door unlocked, no life in the kitchen, sleeping Larry in the Lazyboy. When he rounded the corner he cursed himself for not playing the old game and opening the blinds a little before he had left earlier, but he hoped he was right and there was no need. When the kids had finally all gone to bed Jean found herself at the counter in the kitchen. Her hips immediately finding the rhythm he had given them. Listening to Faye talk about her plan for Ted and their properties. She thought of Ted's dick lifting her to her toes. Assuring Faye that she would look into it, she made her way back to her bedroom. She looked over at a passed out Larry in the Lazyboy, who if the same position six hours earlier would have had his lame dick in her mouth as Ted relentlessly pounded her ass, his fingers coaxing yet another climax from her now burning clit. She was Ted's toy, she could admit that but what disturbed her the most was that she was so late in knowing it. She thought of his confession, of the years of watching her as she slowly raised the blinds in the bathroom just enough that anyone who was trying to, could see inside. His Faye moment caused Ted to miss most of the pageant where she for the first time in her forty plus years undressed seductively in front of an open window. At one point, when the hand held showerhead was at her aching pussy she had stood staring at the window, not really sure what she was supposed to see. When Ted found Jean instead it was after she had gotten out of the shower. The dressing gown was new, loosely tied and open enough that he caught the reflection of her dark pussy hair in the mirror. In the reflection of the mirror she caught his eyes in the light filtering out through the blinds. Jean was telling herself "restraint" but was unable to help herself as she arched her back, stuck her ass back towards the window, reached her free hand between her legs and dug her fingers into her aching pussy treating it as roughly as Ted's hard dick had earlier that day. Lost in the moment she was just about to cum when she noticed that the eyes were no longer at the window. Panic began to come over her. What if it had not been Ted? What the hell was she doing? She was a married woman, who had suffered a momentary lapse of judgment, this had to stop. Denying herself her fourth orgasm of the day she collected herself as well as she could, drew her robe closed, drew the shade and exited the bathroom. Still a little unsteady on legs tingling from the fire still burning in her pussy she made her way through the house on her rounds. Checked the front doors lock and made her way to the family room where Larry was now snoring in his chair. When she reached the back door she paused to look out the window. She had to stop this, she had to clear her brain, and she had to stop looking. Then she heard the door to the work room begin to open. Ted had left the bathroom window hurriedly, his hard dick aching and straining in his pants. Normally he would have made his way back home amongst the shadows to his bedroom or sofa in the basement and relieve himself, but after what had already happened that day he was not going to be satisfied with that. He knew her routines, he knew the house. When he softly entered the back door of the house he could hear Larry snoring loudly in the family room. He ducked inside of the workroom at the end of the hallway by the backdoor and waited. He watched Jean as her hands paused on the windows; eyes searching the dark, fingers extended the curling against the glass before she gathered a breath and reached to turn the deadbolt. Her hand froze when she heard the creak of the door as he stepped out but she did not move. Her gaze was still out the window. He had freed his raging hard on from his short the minute he had entered the work room. He debated what to do next, take her there against the door in the back entry, drag her into the workroom, or fuck her over the sink again, this his time with Larry snoring six feet away. The thought of it made his hand reach for his dick as he stared at her ass which just minutes before had been exposed to him as her fingers roughed up her pussy. He did not have to make up his mind on what to do next as she drew a deep breath and turned to look at him. . Entering the room his hands grasped either side of her neck, his fingers digging into her curly mop of permed hair. They met in a ferocious but silent kiss just inside the doorway with the light spilling in from the hall. The sound of Larry's snoring echoing down the hall. She strained upwards as he practically pulled her from the ground by her head. His tongue dancing in her mouth, his lips capturing her moans as her hands reached down and slowly slid the length of his dick. Her fingers seized it realizing for the first time that she could barely get her hand around his beautiful cock. If Jean had hoped for any type of recovery, redemption, it was lost at this point. Her aching pussy was now aching for a completely different reason as it longed to have the huge thing beating the hell out of it again. He lowered her back to where she could stand flat footed and then began lowering her farther, never breaking the kiss, her hands never releasing his dick till she found herself almost level with it. When he had forced her dick into her mouth earlier in the day he had wielded complete and total control over the action, but this time it was her show to run. Keeping both hands wrapped around it her tongue began to lick and tease at the head. Even if he wanted to slam it once again into the back of her throat her hands were now in the way. He simply stood there, his fingers massaging at the back of her head as she taking cues from their kiss earlier began to make out with his dick. Her mouth was all over him as her hands worked his shaft and found their way to his balls. The squeezing and licking were more than he could stand, he knew he was moments away from coming and tried to guide her away from his dick so he could finish deep inside that tight pussy of hers. Jean was going to have none of this. The glorious kissing had awakened something in her and she refused to let go with her hands, her mouth, she was in charge. He felt his orgasm raging up his shaft as she removed her mouth from him, a truly evil smile crossed her face illuminated in the light through the cracked door, as his load exploded over her now exposed breasts and her gown. Jean was happy, strangely happy, she had told herself that she would be happy if she was able to gain control and end this. She found that her happiness was actually in taking control and the situation and the pleasure. They stared at each other the whole time she was licking him clean, her hands still softly pumping on his dick, his fingers still in her hair. After she had him clean she gently placed his now depleting monster back into his short giving it one final kiss. She waited at the door till she heard Larry's snoring resume then led Ted to the back door by the top of his shorts looking back at his as she went. As she reached for the door handle she felt Ted's hand slide up the inside of her legs and into her soaking pussy. Ted spun her around, dropped to his knees, grabbed her generous cheeks in both hands and enveloped her pussy with his mouth. There was a girl in college who every time she had a fight with her boyfriend down the hall would wind up drunk in his room teaching him the finer points of cunilinguis, he was an excellent student. The moment he sucked her clit into his mouth he could feel her explode in orgasm all over his face. He could not believe how close Jean had been to coming but he refused to let go of her clit, grabbing her ass even tighter, and pressing her against the door, while his extended fingers brushed against her anus causing her to tremble even harder. When her body finally ceased it's shaking he wiped his face with her gown, rose to his feet, moved her away from the door and exited leaving Jean standing there disheveled, listening to Larry snore. When Ted arrived back home from Jean's he was surprised to see lights still on in the living room. He knew his dad would have long since been asleep and generally Annie followed not too long after, well at least retreated to one of the back rooms. He entered through the garage door by the back stairs to the basement and saw Annie standing in the kitchen in a long thin t-shirt that came to mid-thigh taking a drink of water, she turned to smile at him "good run?" "Yeah, it was real good." "Oh Ted, a little bit after you left Faye from next door stopped by to discuss a project with you and your dad. Well actually it has a lot more to do with you. I told her you were out for your run but she said she would catch you later" Dreams of Jean Ch. 02 "A project?" Ted's mind was back on Faye's stomach "Something about the neighborhood and you making some extra money" Annie reached extending her tiny frame as far as she could to try and reach to cupboard over the sink causing her legs to tighten, her breasts to test the material of the t-shirt. But she fell short. "Here let me help you with that." Ted came over to Annie and opened the cupboard that he knew held his dad's booze stash. "Damn this being tiny" she giggled as she scooted in closer as if she could help him in some way. "Pick your poison" Ted replied looking down at her and her breasts still beneath a bra down her shirt. "The Bourbon please, would you like one?" "Sorry, not old enough" "God, I am sorry, what was I thinking? I guess you just don't seem that young to me". She gave a sheepish grin." "Well thanks anyway but how about, not right now, and thanks for asking" Ted wondered if Annie could smell Jean on him as they stood close. "I suppose it is wrong to ask, you being 19 and all but come on, I know what you college kids do." "Oh do you now" Ted even surprised himself with his reply as he handed the bottle down to her. "Well, maybe, I mean I think I do." She said with a slight blush. "But do me a favor? Don't tell your father?" "Your secret is safe with me, now I really need to shower". When Ted had started College his father had taken over Ted's upstairs bedroom as an office leaving him the old bedroom in the basement which worked out just fine. The only shower in the house was down there, as well as the large family room with a pit set and big screen TV. Many nights Ted would not even make it into his room as he would fall asleep on the couch with the TV on. Annie suffered from an ailment common to women her size; she rarely sat still or left things alone. It was not uncommon for her to be up and down the basement stairs a half dozen time over the course of the evening, putting things away, taking care of laundry, rummaging through the freezer, etc. While he was used to this a new challenge had presented itself in that she had rearranged the sectional in his absence at school and now each time she flicked on the light to her trips up and down the stairs he was visible to her as he stretched out his long lean frame out on the couch. Oh well nothing he could or wanted to do about it tonight, his mind was still swimming. As he stood beneath the shower reliving the encounters with Jean that had made up the day he heard a brief knock at the door. "Ted?" "Yes" "I am so sorry. I forgot to put out fresh towels for you". Annie's soft voice drifted in through the cracked door. "I will just leave them out here in the hall". "No worries, bring them on in". When he heard the door open further it was not Jean that was on his mind. "They are on the counter, good night Ted" "Thanks Annie" His words seemed to give her pause, he knew she was still in the room but there was silence until. He found himself entertained by the idea of stepping out for her to see him in all his glory, he wondered if that was what she was waiting for. "You're welcome" finally broke the silence, and he heard the door close. After the shower he wrapped himself in a towel and made his way into the family room, too lazy to go grab a change of clothes he turned on the TV, turned down the volume, and turned off the lights. As he lay there he thought back on the day, and what the days ahead might hold. He thought of Jean but now he also found himself thinking about Faye and the project she had in mind. It was while he was thinking of a project he had in mind for Faye the he felt his dick getting hard again under the soft cotton of the towel. It was then that the light at the bottom of the stairs came on, bathing his nearly naked body from his chest down in a soft white light. Annie made her way past the door hurriedly with a quick glance. Ted was uncertain if she could make out the bulge beneath the towel and he frankly didn't care. The thought in fact only made him grow larger. She made two return trips back and forth past the door. But when she finally turned out the light he failed her hear her tiny feet on the stairs, it was silent, the glow from the TV outlining his frame, giving way to shadow. He thought about Annie, and he fell asleep. Annie sat in the dark on the stairs, she knew she should be fighting for her half of the sheets and fending off her sleep humping husband but there she stayed unable, unwilling to move from her spot. She had known Ted for three years and watched him grow up into the strong, attractive young man he now was. But up until tonight he had been no more than what amounted to a stranger in her home. Granted the home had been his long before she had arrived so perhaps it was she that was the stranger. Regardless she now found herself thinking of his voice, his eyes, his arms, his smell which had practically overwhelmed her for some reason, and the massive bulge beneath the white towel wrapped around him as he dozed on the couch. She slowly gathered herself and quietly made her way up the stairs trying to clear the fog. The first time that Annie had attempted to wake Ted to tell him of his guests he opened his eyes just enough to catch her silhouette and the thoughts of the previous night came flooding back on him, about his fingers in her hair, about her head bobbing up and down on him. It gave purpose to his morning wood. But this was not going to be enough to rouse him. When he heard her soft feet on the basement steps again he decided to step out of the shadow again. After all, it had worked pretty well the day before. When Annie rounded the corner Ted was standing up from the couch stretching, the towel from the night before still wrapped loosely, hanging low on his hips, his raging hard on outlined beneath it. Walking past her he asked her to excuse him for a minute. He had thought about letting the towel drop but this seemed like more fun. And by Annie's tortured stare he knew he was right. When he finally made his way up the stairs he knew who was going to be there but he honestly did not know what to expect. Sure he had a thought or two, some of them were 5 years in the making, some more recent. But if any of them had any idea what they were about to reign down on them, they would have let him sleep in. Not having spent enough time in proximity to Faye he found her assertiveness unsettling. She had barely given him time to smile sheepishly. He was to, transform the common yard they all shared into a full blown park and garden setting. Of course he would be compensated more than fairly. He watched Jean shift uncomfortably on the sofa avoiding his eyes shifting her weight as if in a rhythm, his rhythm. She was his, whether she wanted to be or not, and he was far from done with her. Ted watched Faye as she paced in front of Jean delivering her monologue, covering pros and cons and weighing heavily on the pros. Annie felt a twinge of what she could only consider jealousy as she felt Faye was lying heavy on certain phrases, certain gestures. Was Faye flirting with her stepson? Ted just kept switching his gaze from Jean to Faye. Watching Jean, and thinking about what she would look like getting fucked in Annie's kitchen made him spring to life. A day ago he might have made some excuse, left the room, hid it behind something. But today he just stood there feeling it grow beneath his khaki shorts. It was becoming more and more clear that he was not the only one who was aware of it. Faye was getting distracted during her speech while watching it grow. When Ted finally looked to Annie who had just entered the room his arousal proved show distracting that she just stood there staring, her mouth began open. This was too much he realized as he watched his step mom's tongue instinctively slip over her lips. "Sounds good, I'll do it". His outburst broke the haze of Faye's speech and their collective stare on his hard on. He just had to get himself and his dick out of there, and he wished he could take Jean with him. Faye jumped up and down for a moment as if in celebration. "Oh this is perfect". She threw herself into his arms sliding her body quickly against the length of his body. As Faye slid down his chest he felt the fullness of her breast shift, the nipples digging in. He looked over to Annie in the kitchen, as if to confirm that someone was seeing this woman molesting him in her living room. Instead he watched her walking the tray back into the kitchen, the fabric in her shirt pulling on her light loose shorts. He had no choice in the matter, as Faye began to loosen her grip and descend off of her tip toes; his hands grabbed hold at the waist and pulled her against his raging hard on causing Faye to let out a sigh. Looking away from Annie he immediately released her. Faye smiled as she threw out a sheep eating grin "Oh my, excuse me, I got a little carried away." "I'll say you did" Annie said as she reentered the room with a disapproving look aimed directly at Faye. Now if Faye had it in her to blush with embarrassment this would have been the time to do it. But she had done away with the response a long time ago so simply left it with a shrug and a smile that did little to heal the scowl on Annie's face. Annie was so surprised by the tact she had taken, by the emotions that were racing through her head, her heart, her body. It was not hard for her to recognize the emotion of jealousy but it was hard for her to justify it. How could she be so taken aback by a neighbor woman hanging for however briefly on her step son's shoulders? "So when would you like me to start?" Ted interjected breaking the palpable silence taking in Annie's face and form more completely that he ever had before returning his eye's to Faye whose stare was back on his crotch while Jean gathered herself up from the couch. "When works for you" Faye questioned back. "Well I guess there is no time like the present, I tell you what, if you have time I can be over in about fifteen minutes and you can show me what areas you want cleared. That should give you some time to get the rest of your plan together". Faye smiled at him and remarked that would be perfect as Jean shot a quick smile of thanks to Annie and gathered herself to leave. But Annie could not leave well enough alone. She delivered an overly saccharin thanks to Annie and then slid across the room to lean once more into Ted whispering her thanks and a see you soon. All the while staring down Annie's cross look. As Jean and Faye made their way out the door His raging hard on began to subside. He was heading down to his basement bedroom when Annie's voice interrupted him. "I am sorry if I embarrassed you Ted. I mean, that Faye..." She was practically trembling as he watched the redness of her face begin to spread down her chest, contrasting with the white of her worn v-neck t-shirt. "Well it seemed like she was just pushing this plan, and well, I just want to make sure this this is what you want to do, and that you do not feel like you are, well, being taken advantage of. " She retreated a step or two to find the comfort in the stability of the kitchen counter. Ted was genuinely touched by Annie's interest and concern for him but it found him torn between wanting to give her a reassuring pat on the back and laying her across the kitchen table and burying his tongue between her trembling lips, while his newly revived hard on pillaged her pussy. Instead he tried to find a middle ground. Sliding up beside her along the counter his handed started on her back in the reassuring touch. Which he had planned but. But instead it wandered up to her neck and gathered the back of her hair up and forced her stare willingly up towards him. He felt her frame surrender to his grip. It was as if he let go of her she might collapse directly to the floor. His eyes explored her tiny frame, strangely emboldened by her words of concerns and now her surrender. There was no doubt about it now as he watched her hard nipples rise and fall with her breast in measured breaths. This was all moving too fast, even for what he had experienced yesterday with Jean. He gathered his "thank you." He turned her towards him, if he drew her any closer his hard on would strike her stomach. "I can take care of myself, but if it is Ok, and I need your help, is it ok to ask for it?" The red of her rage was replaced a soft blush and her trembling lips with a smile "Anything I can do to help Ted, it would be my pleasure". She felt the corners of her smile turn up abandoning their innocence. Ted leaned forward placing a kiss on her cheek and a thank you, the departed for the basement to get changed. Annie drew deep breaths as she fell back against the counter Ted stood in the basement bathroom trying to collect himself, trying to arrange the events that had just taken place, into what he imagined, and what really had happened. There was no arguing with the fact that Jean had been submissive to not only him but to Faye as well during the whole encounter. But what had taken completely but surprise was Faye not only throwing herself on him but Annie's subsequent response and anger. He had not planned any of this, not in the manner that he had worked through the scenario with Jean over the years, a scenario that he had brought to life by stepping from the shadows. Now he found himself with a raging hard on that would not go away. Not when it knew that Jean was outside in her gardening shorts waiting for him. Not when he could hear Annie slamming door on the dryer down the hall. His mind raced through a scenario where he would fling open the door as she walked past, pull her into the bathroom and rip the clothes off her small frame and have his way with her. It was too much for him, too much for anyone. He waited till he heard Annie pass. His dick in his hands he made his way quickly into the laundry room. If she caught him like this he really did not give a damn. The point of his mission was there a plain sight, a small pair of Annie's cotton panties laid on top of the next load.. He picked them up, returning to the bathroom he let them play over his hands, his cock as his mind raced over her tiny body. He felt his cum building when he heard a faint tap and a soft voice at the door. "You doing ok" Annie stood uncomfortably outside the door, still not certain at what had prompted her to interrupt him when it should have been clear to her that he was simply using the bathroom. Sure she was still worried what he thought of her for the display she had put on upstairs. She was worried about herself for thinking the thoughts that were filling her head. She just needed for some reason to hear his voice, to know he was ok, and she felt pathetic for it. Hearing her soft voice was too much for him. He thought of how much better he could treat her sexually than his father ever could. He thought about that soft voice becoming a loud scream as he impaled her with his big dick. His orgasm came over him in a wave while he muffled a loud moan and he released her panties from his dick. "Yeah, I am fine, just a minute". "Ok, I am sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I man, I just" Annie felt caught. "It's ok" was his only reply and Annie took it as her cue to get away from the odd situation which she had forced herself into, and made her way back to the laundry room. Ted collected himself, he could still not believe the thoughts now multiplying in his mind about this tiny woman that he had known for the last four years but prior to last night had never given a single sexual thought towards. His mind raised through years of previous encounters, seasoned them with sexual undertones. A sense of mischievousness emboldened him as he thought about her. He exited the bathroom but instead of putting Annie's panties in his pocket to hide in his room he instead turned toward the laundry. The sound of the washing machine masked his approach as he watched her bent over the baskets sorting the colors, her tiny little ass in the air. If she had not lost her breath when he surprised her by walking up behind her it was definitely gone when he said "here, I think you dropped something", and tossed her tiny panties onto the pile in front of her. He ate her blush up with his smile. When he crossed the back yard he was greeted by the sight of Jean in her tight cut-offs and red checkered blouse pulled tight around her full breast. She was listening to Faye's plan intently he was learning quickly that when it came to Faye the most you usually got to do was listen. Faye greeted him with a big wave and another hug. Though this one was much briefer and quickly began recanting her plan. It was quite simple, somehow in less than 12 hours Faye had persuaded all of the parties involved the merits of turning this corner into a shared garden, complete with an area for vegetables, flowers, and with a little more buy in perhaps a gazebo or picnic area. What had to happen for all this too take place was for some hedges and overgrowth to be removed, the prepping of the soil for planting and anything else that Faye could think of. Most of the first hour or so was spent in planning with Faye sharing all the challenges and opportunities presented by the project as well as any gossip that she felt relevant to the neighborhood nature of the project. Pausing every once in a while to bend over to pull up a random weed or put on some other feat of physical activity that Ted assumed were intended for his enjoyment. He was not complaining. Her ass in her tight cut offs was incredible as were her breasts. If she was asked she probably would credit her good shape to the fact that she and her first husband had had kids so young. Ted her kids but only had only had to tolerate them on occasion. They rarely came to visit choosing instead to stay with their father and away from Faye's current husband and Ted could not blame them. But since in his encounters with them they were less than pleasant he never felt like he was missing anything. No matter how pleasant on the eyes they may have been. It was not until the second hour that Ted actually felt there was enough of a break from Faye's talking to actually set to work. He retreated to his father's shop and gathering some stakes, and string to start laying out the plots. Watching Jean it was clear the she was hesitant about this whole project. Not only for the fact that it would make communal property of some ground she had normally tended but he too sensed the same jealousy he had felt from Annie earlier. This was the first time he had joined Jean in the garden, for years he had watched her from his window, his dick in his hands. Being close to her was having the same effect on him that watching from afar had. He was careful however to either mask it or to try and keep work in the forefront so as to avoid his earlier embarrassment in a much more public setting. All bets were off however when Annie came out into the backyard with the clothesbasket under her arm. Working at the stakes he found himself watching her rise to her tiptoes to reach the clothesline when Jean announced that she needed to go shower and get ready for work. At about the same time she did that Annie reached the panties portion of the laundry. In all his years of knowing Annie he had never known her to hang her unmentionables out on the line, maybe he had just not paid attention. Or maybe this was the first time, and maybe it was all for him. He couldn't take it anymore; the fire was growing in him, Annie's panties, Faye's cleavage, the thought of Jean and the shower. When the last stake was placed he could not stand it. "All right, now we need to rototiller, I don't think Larry will mind if we use his". Dreams of Jean Ch. 02 Faye's concentration was broken as if for the first time something was not working according to her plan. "Well don't we want to get the hedges out first?" "We don't have a chainsaw, but we can fix that tomorrow." Ted could feel himself growing harder. "I'll just go grab the shed key". Annie had no rebuttal but a shrug. "Well don't get lost, we still have work to do". She grinned at him but he could tell she was not used to things going the way she planned. Ted knew that Faye was watching him as he made his way up to Jean's door and he was wondering what she thought when instead of ringing the door he simply walked in. With two more weeks left in the school year for her kids Jean was home alone. He made his way quickly into the house fully expecting, wanting to find her in the shower. But it did not take him that long. As he came into the kitchen from the back hall he found Jean standing in front of the fridge, her shirt unbuttoned mixing a large pitcher of tea. Her first look of surprise was replaced with lip biting submission as he eyes went from hers to the sink. She nodded and slowly walked to the sink unbuttoning her shorts as she went. She had barely come to a rest when his hands greedily yanked her shorts down revealing to his surprise and that she was not wearing any underwear. She had in fact been wearing underwear earlier when they had gone to Ted's house but they had gotten so wet as she sat there that she had removed them when she returned home and was enjoying the feel of the hem of the shorts on her pussy. Ted smiled an evil smile as she looked back over her shoulder at him. He positioned himself behind her and muttered, "you tease" into her mouth at the same moment his dick disappeared inside of her. Ted broke the kiss for a moment to look out the window over the sink to see if Faye was watching, which she was. He was not sure if she could see in or not but he really did not care and he could tell that Jean did not either. Jean gave a slight wiggle or two and a loud gasp escaped her mouth as the full length of his cock slid into her. She felt like he was going to split her in half, and she loved it. She pulled herself forward and slammed herself back onto him again just so she could hear herself make that noise again. Suddenly she found herself with one arm wrapped tightly around her throat and beginning to squeeze her harder to him. His other hand left her breasts where it had been pinching and pulling at her nipples, driving her to ecstasy and found its way around her loose stomach. He pinned her tightly against him by her stomach and throat, his dick buried deep inside her providing no release. It was as if his arm was choking her but she feared more greatly for her life from the depths his dick was probing. Rubbing it around inside of her more than pumping it into her, she felt a sensation she had never felt in her life. She felt like she was going to black out but she was not sure if it was going to be because of his dick. Then she came, she came like she had never came before, it made her body spasm then go limp but still he held her tight. She could feel her cum dripping down her legs as he slowly loosened his grip on her throat and started to rock his dick in and out of her again. Slowly at first as he waited for her to get some control back in her legs. Then finally he pounded against her generous ass with abandon. He was looking out the window at Faye stand up and stretched, her arms over her head, her breasts sticking out as she looked through her sunglasses at Jean's house, at the window. That's when Ted exploded inside of her. Dreams of Jean Ch. 03 The work of the garden had not been too much for Ted but his mind was in overdrive and he needed to answer some questions for himself. Answers that were not going to found in the presence of Jean, Faye and Annie, where his mind would once find itself gloriously distracted. When Brad had called the night before to check on his return and ask him over the next day he welcomed the change. All the way to Brad's house Ted had revisited a fascination, and devised a test for his theory that his explicit thoughts once he stepped out of the shadow he had draped himself in were not just his anymore, but shared. Far fetched sure, but either that or he was that irresistible, and that seemed even more far fetched. Brad had been his closest friend since middle school and he would be lying to say Brad's mother Peggy did not play a major role in it. Peggy was the prototype for the well dressed women in his church. Sundays were for dressing up and she like some of their fellow parishioners never failed to make him hard. Now a hard-on in church was never a good idea but with all those skirts around what was he to do. When he tried to look away from one skirted wife he would sometimes find her teen daughter and the situation would be exacerbated. Chief among those was Peggy, her blonde hair to her shoulders, beautiful face, newly fifty something body, ample breasts and a firm full ass. As for Brad, he was a dork. He had an incredible act of bringing unfavorable attention to himself, but his heart was in right place and he provided an excellent shield for Ted when wishing to escape attention. And Peggy was a guilty of the same thing but in reverse. Brad had his dad's look which is not saying much and the same off putting sense of humor, but instead of hiding behind that distraction Peggy used it to focus the attention on her. She had been another focus of his lust for 5 or more years. He loved when she would come to the door and take him aside to give him her "motherly" advice. She had been good friends with his Ted's mother and when she divorced his dad Peggy assigned herself the role of surrogate, always quick with a confident praise, and consolation. Brad's thing was drums, he was going to community college and dreamed of being REO if he played his the drummer for REO Speedwagon. When Ted heard Brad still on the drums when he got there he knew he was going to be whisked away to the breakfast nook for some of Peggy's TLC. The TLC he had in mind was completely different. Like at church, Peggy never dressed down. She greeted him at the door and held him tightly in an embrace. Now there were a lot of ways he could have gone with the test of his theory but he knew that a good 80% of them were just a bunch of bullshit. This was an all in moment. Besides she was so tightly wrapped in the drama that was family if she freaked out too much, he could blame it all on circumstances she could mentally defend him with. Still holding him in a loosened embrace she looked into his eyes with a big smile, their bodies still touching. "Oh Teddy, I did so miss you. Come with me, lets talk." Brad was halfway just coming to the end of Wheel In The Sky and the half point in his regular drumming routing when they finished all the pleasantries of school and such. When the conversation turned to summer plans Peggy was firm in her invite to work for her again with Brad at the putt putt course. She talked on and on about what a good influence on Brad he was. Peggy had made herself quite a little real estate empire with her husband's engineering pay. The yogurt store, the card store, the cabins, the rentals, and of course the putt put course. This is where Brad and Ted spent their last four summers with Ted being more of a hired friend than a coworker, with few if any responsibilities aside from keeping Brad company. She had spent her whole life shunning the shadows, consequently he had exhaustedly studied her, broke her secrets down in his mind, broken her resistance in his fantasies. He had been replaying the most domineering of his fantasies invoving her while they talked. Focusing mainly on the time when sleeping off a drunk he though he heard her pleasuring herself. Thinking of how he had wanted to throw open the door and ravage her pussy with his tongue. Funny he thought, it was the first and the last time for a long while after that he had thought about eating pussy. He answered and nodded almost instinctively, she for the most part answered his questions for him for so he was free to daydream. She drove the conversation in the same manner that she had driven their relationship to this point. Smiling nodding, barely audible or registering to himself, but sufficient for her to keep moving the conversation while he took her in from his downward gaze. The way her pearls rolled across her breast before cascading beneath the white business blouse with three buttons open. How when her stories became more animated she would lean forward in her seat. Her crossed thighs rising on occasion the pulled fabric of her skin pulling into her skin, sliding for a moment up her thigh. It wasn't so much that she was a touchy person but Ted had always brought it out in her. He had always seemed so distant sometimes when they talked that her touch seemed to ground him, change, engage him. But every time she touched him this morning it was as if she could feel his pulse racing. His arm, his shoulders, his thigh, it was how things had always been she told herself as she caught his upward glance and glower of his blue eyes beneath his blonde bangs. She was finding that she could not help but entertain passing thoughts. She found herself doing a peculiar inventory of their past as his eyes seemed to pierce her. Listening to her words but only hearing her moans. So it was instinctive when he rose from the bench at the breakfast nook and extended his arms that she rose from her chair to meet him in an embrace. She buried her head against his chest. "Oh Teddy" she squeezed him tight. "I would be lying to say I was afraid that when you came back... If you came back, you... well you would have a life of... well a life that we did not fit in anymore". She felt her fingernails pull against the fabric of his worn t shirt. "Nonsense, I thought about you all the time, maybe too much." She felt his fingers spread from his hand each creating a separate, desperate pressure, pleasure. "Little ole me?" She wiggled in his arms at his attention and the safety of the situation. She always loved when he pulled her into him. He was so much taller, broader, than any other man in her life. She found it odd that she was now thinking of him as a man. She looked up and gathered in his stare, her lips pouting. "Even with all those cute college girls around". She was casting for a compliment and he knew he had her hooked. She knew how this was supposed to go. He would get embarrassed; she would gently tease then console him. "Well I have to admit you would find it a little off putting if when I found yourself in a sea of women looking for one who is... well... more attractive than my friends mom". When his eyes left hers and began to take in her body as she reclined away in his arms she knew this was not going to go as she had thought. "But what's worse was when I have found myself going down on some cute girl and all I can think of is how you tasted you the night I watched you fingering your pussy when you thought I was asleep in Brad's room." Bending her backwards with his shoulder his open hands slid down her back and across her ass to just below mid-thigh at the hem of her skirt. He raised it till his finger were spread across her ass, then he raised her into him. "Ted don.." was all that escaped Peggy's mouth before his hand had snaked around her back, over her shoulder and across her mouth, leaving a passionate muffle. His free had slid between her legs his fingers splayed. He lifted her against him, two fingers forcing their way between her chicks on onto the pussy. He was surpised at the ease with which her skirt bunched up and her legs wrapped around him. It happened so fast, but he had lived each of these seconds before so it became a more manageable amount of time. He was able to savor the feel of her legs contracting on him, the weight of her breath from a stifled argument she was having as much with herself as with him. When he planted her ass on the table she knew her arguing was done. There was no point in screaming, no one would hear her over Brad drumming along to "Riding The Storm Out". She knew, he knew, no one would come to her rescue if she needed it till the end of Don't Stop Believing which served as Brad's finale. She might have laughed at that thought like she had laughed out other thoughts she had had about the times she caught Ted out of the corner of her eye. But her mind was firmly on his hand between her ass cheeks supporting her while her fingers pressed hard against her pussy which despite her best intentions was suddenly on fire at the thought of him watching her. Her mouth turned to the side to follow his hand perhaps finally overcoming her fleeting resistance to suck on one of those fingers her lips so desperately wanted. Then his hand took firm hold of her shoulder length curly hair and pulled down forcing her to arch her back, staring up at the ceiling the breakfast nook laid out across the table. Her mind was practically shouting. He is going to fuck me, and she had no rebuttal when he slid his head down her chest barely taking notice of her heaving breast . As if in pity her hands left his side where they tugged and pushed at the clenched fabric of her shirt and ran to her breasts aid to console them. What the fuck was she thinking raced through her head as her hands left her breast for his shoulders which were quickly retreating down and over her body. All she could think about was his tongue and he was quick to deliver. Laid out on the breakfast table with her skirt pushed up around her hips she watched as her son's best friend rose from between her legs where his breath had played on the silk of her panties driving her crazy. Ted knew she could not be quiet for long and when she opened her mouth a moment later his hand was on it while the other held tight to her inner thigh. What she wanted to come out was a whimper. What came out was a moan. As it escaped her mouth his two middle fingers slid in and she instinctively began to suck. He removed his fingers from her mouth and she stared at his blazing eyes, his tight chest and broad shoulders. Her body lifted from the table as she felt his two wet fingers slide over her clit and her pussy walls collapse upon them as they entered her. Watching her eyes roll back was more than he could stand as he watched her writhe on the table, the taste had tormented him too long. His fingers dove deep one final time and withdrew as his mouth pounced on her devouring her pussy. Licking its length, and breadth, his tongue diving into her canal. When his tongue slid across and he sucked her clit into his mouth her legs tightened around him, her finger dug into his hair. Tightening his grip on her legs he forced them open again spreading them and her ass with his hands. His fingers playing about the soft skin of her thighs and the crack of her ass. He was circling her clit with his tongue to the rhythm of what Ted knew was about the end of Brad's set when his index finger slip across her anus. Any thought of him as a boy who had become like her son was nowhere to be found when she found herself grinding harder against the flat of his tongue. He could taste her orgasm building. He looked up but all he could see were her hands roughly massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples through her bra. Driven to the edge he took he sucked her clit into his mouth one last time. A shriek erupted from her as his damp index finger pressed against her butthole and she came all over his face. It seemed like an eternity after she came as he mouth slowly licked and kissed its way off of her pussy before she opened her eyes. When she did he was standing over her again smiling. Slowly sliding her skirt back down her legs while he touched them, taking her panties with them. The room was silent. "Brad!" Ted yelled not taking his eyes off her. "Take a shower! We need to go!" "How long have you been waiting!" Brad yelled down fumbling about upstairs. "Long enough," Ted replied watching Peggy's hands laying limp upon her heaving chest. "That should buy you a minute" Ted wiped his face with her panties while her head lolled to the side staring at his hand at his hard dick beneath his hand. He watched her eyes trying to form a word so he so he spoke first. "Some kids play sports, video games, Brad plays drums. Everyone has something to occupy their mind, their actions. What I am good at are deliciously sexually deviant thoughts. And now I think we both know that our reality is even better than our dirty thoughts." When he disappeared into the bathroom there were a lot of thoughts that should have been going through her head but all she could think about was what he might be doing with her panties. Reclining before gathering herself, all she could think about was what had just happened to her. Not that it was Ted, but what Ted had done. No one before him had even tried and he was laughable enough that she had grown to discourage it. She felt totally and completely alive as every passing fancy she had ever had now nibbled at her sensitive clit, overcoming her. When Ted stuck his head out Peggy was gone. When he went into the bathroom he had every intention of blowing his load but the panties made him crave the real thing. He knew time would not permit that so he washed his face, un-tucked his T-shirt and collected himself. Dreams of Jean Ch. 04 It was getting closer to eleven and thinking back on the balance of the day only made the minutes pass slower, deliciously, painfully slow. When Peggy finally showed up at Putt and go Ted had already found himself on the mower at the far end of the course. When he had traded off with Ted he wa shirtless and sweating and enjoying every moment of her Peggy's attempt at a serious stare while she was so easily distracted by following the sweat roll down his chest to his stomach. He thought of her admissions that he needed to return "them" right then and there. He had assumed that she meant the panties he had taken off of her and she froze when he had told her he was not "done" with them. Hoping her mind was revisiting them grazing his rock hard cock when he hovered in the door frame. It was as if he was dangling them just out of her reach. Enjoying the thought that she was dancing around for them, enjoying it even more when he thought of her panties as his cock, hoping he was right. Her pleas fell on deaf ears and she was left her stomping around the shed that served as the office, instinctively picking up the clutter, grabbing the broom. Bitching the whole time how she needed "them" back. Never once mention how he came to have "them" in his posession, or what she tasted like. When they heard the mower stop Peggy had just finished her final, and now much more pleading request while her hand seemed to slowly worked the broom handle like a shaft. She turned looking as if she might cry, which was exactly what she was hoping he would think. The problem was that she had started blurring the line between the semi reasoned argument she had developed in the car on the way over, and wanting to feel his tongue again. The problem was that she had found herself getting wetter every time she went over the argument. The word panty in particular seemed to make her tremble so just like in the car, she now refused to say it, not knowing what it would do to her. She knew she was swaying when she turned away from him. At the third sway of her hips she felt the back of his hand slide across the roundness of her ass as he stepped into her. She felt the length of the longest dick that had ever graced her skin snake down from what seemed like her lower back, along the crack of her ass and pressing against her taint. Before she could even think beyond his dick Ted had already counted the seconds it would take for Brad to arrive at the shed. His hands grabbed her by the hips and forced her against him, her pussy pulsating beneath the pressure. "Come on, buy me some beer" She shot a look of disdain over her shoulder which was quelled by him lifting her to her toes and grinding his hard cock against her and breathing the word "please" in he her. Then he immediately released her and departed to her car, yelling to Brad that his mom was going to give him a ride home and that he would catch him around noon tomorrow. The five minute trip to his house became fifteen minutes of her repeatedly trying to work a deal the beer for "them". It would have been easy enough to stop at the seven eleven but Peggy chose instead to go to Mike's Suds on the other side of town. She had scanned the parking lot before nervously entering the store. He had watched her through the window continually shifting her weight and stealing glances at him. Watching the way her firm calves climbed to her knees to the beginning of her thigh before disappearing beneath the fabric of her loose skirt. It was a different skirt than the one she had been wearing earlier that day when he had her spread eagle on the kitchen table. The very thought of her standing there at the counter was enough to fully revive his hard dick as he waited for her to return to the car. Going over all of the places he knew between here and his house that he could make her pull over. He looked around the backseat and he was filled with thoughts of forcing her into it, ripping open her shirt, pulling up her skirt, moving the panties to the side and having his way with her. When she climbed back in the car she reached between the seats so that if any one was watching they were not given the impression that she was buying beer for the young man in her car. He took the opportunity to steal a glimpse down her blouse and watch the skirt ride up on her thighs. He had shifted himself so his body leaned partially against the passenger door. This allowed his erection to be unstrained down the length of his shorts, partly for his relief, mostly to torture her. He took a few moments to occupy himself looking out to window, to feel her stare falling occasionally on his hard-on silhouetted under the fabric of his shorts. When he had returned her stare he was brazen in its use, taking in her breasts her thighs as she continued to lobby, making it clear that she needed "them" back.. However he did in fact have a question in his mind. It revolved as to whether she was in deed talking about her panties or something else more favorable to him. Not once since their exchange had the word panties been uttered by her. It was as if she could not bring herself to say. Nothing about what they did was wrong, nothing about that could never happen again, nothing about the panties. Just about "them" and he started to think of "them" as his tongue, his hands, his cock. While driving the side streets on the way to Kristi's he caught her stare. She had given up the glances and dropped the argument. Instead she cruised silently with her attention primarily on his dick. A dick which had been growing under her gaze while thinking about the awful things he she was imagining him doing to her. She was very aware of how she had begun to slide down in the seat and his eyes were focused on her white thighs when he told her to pull over. She was relieved when she realized she was not at his house, but panicked that it was one of her rentals. Never taking his stare from her thighs or the tension he could see in them as she dug the floor with her feet. He had smiled when she asked one last time for them. His lean against the door had given him an angle for a straight and deliberate movement. As her arm reached into the backseat for the beer he closed the gap between them. One hand went up and behind her neck, into her hair. His other with careful claws slid down across her stomach, snaring the lace of her panties under heavy fingers. Her moment, her thoughts, her motion, was still guiding her down when she felt her panties (the word drove her nuts) under his guidance slide up against her tingling pussy and her head involuntarily arched allowing his words "How about a trade for these" fell on her neck vibrating through every hair standing on end. There was no rebuttal she could find as he stepped from the car covering his raging hard on behind his six pack. In a panic she surveyed her surroundings, felt the slide of the lace still between her pussy lips and drove away. Tactically he had chosen this spot by default, strategically he would eventually find out, he could not have made a better choice. Kristi's house was three four houses down and one around the corner from his home. A location that during his formative years had given him a private view of their back deck and Kristi's mom from his kitchen window where he spent what is his memory was hours but realty were only minutes of watching Kristi's mom Kat in her black bikini. The rails of the deck providing a sort of censor bar that his mind was free to play behind as she laid out. For 1988 Kristi's family was very 1978. Her drunk father's trans am t-top in the driveway, the T's resting against the house. They said that Kristi and her dad had a thing going. That was why she was so loose. Ted did not have an opinion on that; all that Ted knew was that Kristi was a friend. Not just in a normal sense of the word but a friend of necessity. He was her shepherd to get her out of situations where she was a danger to herself. For her part she always spoke well of him and on occasion of someone disagreed she would kick there ass. Kristi's house was always where he had brought beer he was lucky enough to get. The rule were simple, you could leave it there at your own risk. Come get it when you needed it. If someone wanted you to drink it with them you had a place to hang out. But you could never expect it to all be there when you came back for it. When Kristi ushered him into her house he was greeted by her mom looking out the window in the direction that Peggy had sped away. "So did she send you over here to negotiate rent with just a six pack". Peggy's disdain for Kate was well known but they paid their rent reasonably on time and kept a precarious balancing match. She was so hoping that she had bought the beer for him and when he lied and said that she had busted him with it and given him a lecture all the way over she was visibly depressed. As she said, "It would be so sweet to have something on her". Under any normal circumstances he would have like to have hung out and had one of the beers to but he had a plan, a plan long in coming. It was a Tuesday night, a schedule he knew well. If it had been a Tuesday last year he would have been with the kids till 7:00 when Larry finally got home. Larry was supposed to be home at 5 but when she worked the night shift but he liked to come home late smelling like stripper dust, that marriage of perfume and baby powder where the powder wins. Ted had never complained. Those were the hours that have him a chance to adjust the windows, shuffle through her underwear, find his magazines, her dildo, fuel his fantasies. The sound of the garage door moved him from his place alongside the house. His attempts at pleasantries with his dad, his lustful thoughts of his stepmother Annie and Kristi's mom Kat from the past few hours were once again pushed to the back of his mind. Since he had peeled the underwear from Peggy that morning one thought had been driving him. He had spent the pretty much the entire day with a raging hard on to which he was not willing to give attention. He knew what he wanted and he had waited patiently, the time for patience was past. Jean's day at work had been long and rough, and the premise of coming home to a house that she was pretty sure was a mess. The neighbor girl Diane she had hired to watch the kids was not as good as Ted was around the house. She was not sure she even left the couch. Every time she thought of Ted her hands inadvertently touched herself in various places, her thigh, the side of her hips, the nape of her neck, the cup of her breast. Ted had been good all around the house and all around every inch of her. She took one last deep breath, bracing herself for entering the house, longing to get into the shower and be free of the day, free of Faye's attention and designs she feared for him, and to have Ted alone to herself, in her fantasy in the shower. She had not noticed when Ted had slipped around the corner of the house and into the garage door. As she exited the car the car and opened the back seat door to her bags he was on her. Stepping from behind the car wrapped her up and pulled her too him. Her scream of surprise was muffled by his hand at her mouth pulling her back against him. It was replaced by a shriek and a moan as his other hand squooze her breast roughly through the fabric of her uniform. Her instinct, as anyone's would have been at this point was to resist. The more she tried the harder he fought her, the more she could tell he liked it, the wetter she found herself getting. After of a few moments of sublime struggle he moved his mouth from her neck to her ear. "If you promise not to scream I will take my hand away". If she was to be honest she found herself enjoying the lack of air she was getting between his hand and her struggles but she nodded her head in agreement. With both hands now free they roamed her body that was not pinned against the car. His hips found their rhythm and hers soon joined suit her ass against his big dick. "You can't do this" fell from her lips while his mouth devoured her neck. Her protest was as much for their enjoyment as a statement of fact. He could do this, he was going to do this, and she was going to love every minute of it. "I have thought about this for years, and I have waited for this all day, yes I can do this". He spun her around in his grip and taking her beneath the chin pressed her back over the car and stepped back. Ted took in her breasts heaving beneath the white polyester of her nurses uniform, the fact her hips still continued a rhythm while she was bent back onto the car. "Show me your tits". She attempted to nod "no" but his hand tightened around her neck, finger and thumb running up under her jaw line before slipping behind her head, grabbing her by the hair and forcing a nod of yes. He had tilted her head so that her gaze was locked on his fierce eyes. She slowly undid one set of buttons opening her shirt and undid her bra to reveal her saggy yet full breasts. She watched as his eyes devoured them. "I said show them to me". She knew what he meant, and she watched his stare as she took them in her hands and played with them for him. Play that became rougher and rougher till it almost matched his initial assault on them. She was taking so much enjoyment from watching him watch her it was almost as if she were in a trance when he pulled her away from the car. He walked her the two steps to the still open car door, never taking his stare off of her breasts, her never stopping the kneading. Maintaining his grip in her hair he placed her on the back seat with her feet on the garage floor. Her skirt slid up her thighs giving him a view past her tits to her almost exposed panties. "Don't stop" were his only words, and moans were her only reply. She was at eye level with his raging hard on and when his hand undid his shorts to release it she had to look away from his face and take it all in. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, a vibrant thing, veined and powerful and seemingly alive on its own. "Look at me" his head jerked her stare back, now joining his. His fingers pried her jaws open and before another moment past he slowly slid his dick into her waiting mouth. Within two strokes he drove it to the back of her throat. Instinctively her hands tried to come to her rescue but he would have none of that. He swatted them away sending them back to assaulting her breasts while he fucked her face. She again felt the euphoria coming over her with the shortness of air as his cock tried to ram its way down her throat. She was so lost in trying to find anything that resembled control that when he his fingers shot down between her legs, into her pussy and pressed up against her clit. It was like a light switch had been thrown. She had not realized how close she had been to coming. It raced over her as she clamped down tightly on her tits. Her gasp at the orgasm gave his hips the motivation and his dick the space it needed to slide down her throat. Her body in spasms, her glassy stare on his, he held her fast on his cock. He had been thinking about this since he had been between Peggy's thighs this morning, he had entertained new fantasies as he had ridden through town with her in her car, her begging for "them". Now was the time he was going to get what he wanted. She took deep uncontrolled breaths when he pulled her off of his cock. If he had tried to make her walk anywhere her legs would have failed. Instead he pushed her farther into the back seat of the car, turning her over to where on week arms and unsteady legs she was on all fours with her full ass sticking out the door. He stepped back for a moment to examine his prize while listening to her labored breathing in the car. She swayed as lifted up her skirt around her hips, his fingers slid her mom panties down around her knees and then back up to slide in and out of her soaking pussy. "No, you can't, we shouldn't" came between soft moans inside the car, again as a source of pleasure than warning. His right hand was soaking wet as it worked her towards another orgasm. He found himself having to tell his hard on that was rubbing against her soft ass that it had to patient, no matter how much it longed to be where his hand was. His thumb wandered up the length of her soaked crack while the fingers continued to work her pussy and clit and began to probe her asshole. Causing another soft, misplaced plea of "no" from the car as she rocked back against the fingers that were violating her. "Is this what you want?" Ted asked as he fingers her holes more and more roughly. "Not my ass, no you can't." "Oh but I think you want me in your ass, and I think you are going to tell me so". Ted inserted his thumb and worked his knuckle around on her anus. "Look at me, look at me and tell me you do not want it". Jean strained too look back over her shoulders as she rested on her elbows. Seeing his tight 18 year old body, his hard dick in his free hand, and feeling his finger in her asshole, she knew what she wanted. "No I..." was all she got out of her mouth before he stepped up to her running his monster dick along her soaked crack, lubing it up slightly before giving it a couple of strokes inside her moist pussy. "Shhh... I know what you like, you are one of those mommies who like to think about young boys shoving their dicks in your ass. You are just that kind of mommy. All dreams and no fuck aren't you mommy? Well not this time." Before she could say a word, which would have been nearly impossible as she felt the orgasm he had started with his fingers and almost delivered with his dick about ready to blow. He spread her ass cheeks wide, letting his head press for a moment on her contracting anus. She had to close her eyes and break the stare as her orgasm overcame her as he slid the full length of his dick inside of her, enjoying every moment of it as her body did the dance he had come to know as her climax. When he felt it subside he began a gentle rhythm that quickly worked him into a frenzy. Inside the house a family was sleeping quietly, outside the garage door a world of Ted's fantasies went about their normal business. But inside that garage Ted had reached forward and taken Jean by the shoulders lifting her from the seat, slamming her ass back against him. Her hands had returned to assaulting her breasts with the same ruthlessness that he was assaulting her ass with. She could read his breathing and knew that he was about to come. "Come for me baby, come in Mommy's asshole." This was the last thing he expected to hear, and it was what drove him straight over the edge. Burying his teenage dick in the older woman's ass he came like he never had before. Dreams of Jean "Fuck me" slipped in a whisper from her lips as he dipped his knees just enough to change the angle and slowly slid his rock hard dick into her as she collapsed against it with a loud moan. She tried to withdraw a little and took her hand from the counter to reach for his cock now going deeper and deeper inside her. "We can.. not here.. Faye.." He withdrew her hand and put it back on the counter. "Not here, not like this, you are too bi..." At that moment Ted took hold of her wide hips firmly and shoved his dick all the way inside her. Even if her pussy had not been spared the stretching of childbirth thanks to the multiple c-sections she was not sure it would have mattered. She roared in a combination of pleasure and pain that seemed to shake the room as his huge dick raged through her tight pussy and crashed against her cervix. The roar took on an almost yelping quality as he drove into her over and over again. With one hand working her clit and the other assaulting her breasts he looked out the window at Faye who seemed to occasionally be looking over at the window as if she had heard something. When she came again Ted moved his hand from her tits to her mouth to muffle the sound but that time he was sure that Faye looked over. Which only made him pound into her deeper. She was barely able to stand, and had to lean farther over the sink till her face came close to the window. To where he hoped Faye, and her red haired pussy could see her best friend and maybe could guess what was going to come next. Jean was emitting a constant moan when he leaned over to her ear while fucking her more gently now. "The night after you thought I was Larry in the kitchen. When you were in the bed with your ass stuck in the air.. Who were you thinking of?" She slowed and he slammed the full length of his dick back into her again causing another roar. "Who were you thinking of when you were sliding it in and out of your.." Another thrust, another roar. Ted actually did not know for certain that she had even used her toy on the night in question, he had not been there to see but he did have a plan that involved a question. "ugghhhhh.." He pressed it deeply and held her fast, the pleasure and pain blurred as his hand closed softly around her throat. "Oh God... It was you... I was think... Oh God... I was thinking about you!" Ted was that much closer to what he needed, wanted to know. From his vantage point it seemed as though Fayes vantage point had changed as well as she had positioned her chair oddly for sunbathing but perfectly to look through the sunglasses at Jean's kitchen window. "when you were on the bed, thinking about me" he began to rider her faster. "Tell me where mommy put her white toy. Tell me where did you put it.." She looked up first out of the window and saw Faye in her bikini, sliding her fingers slowly along her waist line as if lost in thought. Then she craned her neck back to face him, unable, uncertain to speak. He slammed it into her again and this time he pulled her upright to him. His dick now pushing past her generous ass cheeks and still managing to bottom out in her pussy as he fondled her breasts in the late afternoon sunlight now pouring in. She could not bring herself to look at him which was alright because he too was watching Faye's fingers while he opened Jean's robe to fully expose her breasts. He wanted to know and within two strokes he had his answer. "I put my toy in my ass... I laid in bed thinking about you fucking me in my ass." The moans came harder now "when you... when I bumped into.. it touched.. Oh god I thought about you fucking my ass". His arms reached down behind her legs and scooped her off the ground while his dick stayed buried inside her and carried her around the divider and out of the kitchen. She thought that he was going to carry her to her bedroom but instead he deposited her at the foot of Larry's lazyboy. He walked over to the blinds and drew them further open. Jeans head was spinning, she had just confessed her darkest secret and now she found herself panting barely able to move in her own living room. Walking the few steps back he put his hands to either side of her head and she once again found the taste of her pussy in her own mouth as he fucked her face. "Get it good and wet". Any cry of protest about what was to come was lost in gurgles and gasps as he switched his stare between Jean on his dick and Faye who seemed to have adjusted her chair again. He sat down on the ottoman while and his hands raced over the generous ass and wet pussy. She began to flinch and make a low humming noise when his fingers played at her anus. The noise became louder as he worked her pussy juices in and around her asshole. Then he suddenly lifted her from his dick turned her around so that her head and shoulders rested in the chair. "where did mommy put her toy" "In my ass" she responded in a moan "Well I am your toy now, I always have been. Where do you want me?" "In my ass" He mounted her and slowly drew his dick in and out of her soaked pussy while his hand spread her cheeks and his fingers stretched her hole. When he placed the head of his cock into the opening of her asshole she tried to retreat again but he simply spread her cheeks further and slowly pushed into her asshole and her farther back into the chair where her lazy husband idled away the time with his soap operas. It did not take him long till the length of his dick was in her ass and it as an experience unlike any other he had known as it clung to, tightened around him. Four minutes was more than he could take. He felt his orgasm building and for all intents and purposes he lost control of himself and was a sexual animal. He pounded her while his mouth and hands poured over his shaking body. She could not tell where one climax ended and another began as he pawed her and drove his dick deep inside her asshole where no one had ever been. When he came with a roar he drove her over and over again into the chair, biting at her neck, squeezing her throat. Then he stood up and went over to the blinds, looked at Faye in her lawn chair, his hard dick in the sun, and closed the blinds. Dreams of Jeannie "Hey Dave!" Joe said as he opened the door to see his old friend. "Come on in." "Thanks man," Dave said. Joe led Dave into the living room and gestured for him to sit. "It's been a long time, Dave." Joe said. "Yeah, college," Dave said. "Glad we got connected again through Facebook." "And we turn out to live so close to each other. Wild stuff," Joe said. Joe and David's conversation was interrupted by a woman's voice coming from the direction of the kitchen. "Master, I have cold beers and snacks, as you wished," Dave's eyebrows rose and he blinked hard a couple of times in Joe's direction. "Thanks, Jeannie," Joe called out. "We're in here." Dave spun around to see this. Jeannie came into the living room carrying a tray of beers and snacks. Dave's jaw dropped as he saw this woman who had called his friend master walk in, in heels and a skimpy, see through outfit that looked like it was from a 70's vision of ancient Persia. She was Asian, about 5'4", in her 30s. Her big, almond eyes were set on high cheek bones surrounded by perfect skin. Her plump lips were bent in a playful smile. She was curvy, not fat, but certainly not a 18 year old stick figure. Her full breasts pushed out what looked like a small blue bikini top that was covered by a tiny, sheer blue vest. Her nipples poked through visibly. Her legs were smooth, firm and thick, and bare but for the bikini bottom and corresponding sheer cover that did less to cover a view of her barely covered crotch than the tray of food and drink did. "Thanks Jeannie," Joe said smiling, gesturing at the coffee table. Jeannie bent over to put the tray down, showing more of her luscious cleavage. She smiled at the guys, knowing what they were doing as she did what she was asked to do. After unloading the tray onto the table she stood, smiled and turned crisply and started walking away. As if she could feel the eyes looking up her firm, smooth legs to her big, round, firm ass hiding a thong between thick cheeks, barely covered at all by the sheer wrap, her head turned and smiling, she asked over her shoulder "Was there anything else you and your friend needed, Master?" "Why don't you come by in 10 minutes, Jeannie, you naughty Genie. You know you're not supposed to call me Master in front of guests." She pursed her lips and furrowed her brow in an insanely cute pout. "I'll be back in 10 minutes to get you to forgive me, Master - I mean Joe." "OK, Jeannie, " Joe said smiling. He looked back over to Dave as Jeannie swayed her hips provocatively as she walked out. Joe sipped his beer and had a chip, watching Dave turn in slow motion toward him, his mouth still hanging open. "Why don't you put a chip in that open mouth, buddy," Joe said, laughing. "Sorry to stare, man," Dave said. "I'm just... she..." Dave stammered. "No problem, Dave. Let me catch you up on my life a bit. While I talk, enjoy some beer." Dave nodded, settling down, attentively listening. "We only have 10 minutes till she comes back, so I'll have to strip out everything but the essence of what's going on. Basically, I've made it my life's past time to understand people, to counsel them, and help them be what they want to be. I've studied and practiced hypnosis for years now, but this isn't the one off, getting people to do crazy stuff type of hypnosis. I help people tell me what they really want out of life and get them there - but my style bridges fantasy and reality. I see no reason why you shouldn't live as if you're a superhero who came to Earth as a baby if it makes you happy and gets you to work harder at doing what you want to do." Dave nodded some more, brow somewhat furrowed. He bobbed his head back and forth, urging Joe on for more information. "Jeannie is my wife - not her original name. She was miserable. I worked with her, understanding her, and helping her understand herself over months. She wanted to exercise more, be more attractive, make me happy, and wanted life to be more than about a boring, endless routine. What I do is help people know what they want, and build an achievable fantasy around that, with them in the fantasy, and show them that their life now is no less real than this other reality. Then, when their fantasy is built, we switch reality and fantasy. With occasional reinforcement it sticks. Jeannie now believes she's a genie, here to serve me." "You mean.... like I Dream of Jeannie?" Dave asked. "Yeah, pretty much. Definitely more interesting, but that's it essentially," Joe answered. They heard Jeannie coming back in from the kitchen. "OK, time for some reinforcement and a demonstration," Joe said. "Play along." Dave nodded, pretty clearly not knowing what he was agreeing to. "Hi Jeannie," Joe said. "This is my friend Dave." "Hi Dave," she said, bowing in his direction. Dave smiled back. "Jeannie," Joe said, "I wish that you make Dave not able to hear us or notice we're talking unless I say his name first. And you may call me Master again." "As you wish, Master," Jeannie said, smiling. "Did you want me to make it up to you for calling you Master in front of your friend earlier?" "Yes," Joe said. "Kneel before me and pleasure me with your mouth. I wish that Dave would think we're just sitting here with him until I say otherwise." "Yes, Master," Jeannie said, smiling bigger than ever as she kneeled between Joe's legs. Dave swallowed hard, blinking furiously, trying to act like he didn't see or hear anything going on. Jeannie undid Joe's belt, and started in on his pants. "Thank you for letting me savor your manhood Master, Jeannie said, but I'm obliged to remind you that you need to discipline me." "Yes, you're right," Joe said gravely as she pulled his pants down. His hard cock flopped out. "Give me my belt, Jeannie. I'll need to slap your big ass with it as you blow me." "Yes, Master," Jeannie said, in a mock meek attitude, swaying her big, bent over backside as she looked forward to feeling the leather strap against it. She pulled Joe's leather belt out of his pants and held it out to him. Once he took it she wasted no time in lowering her head to take his cock into her mouth. She sucked noisily, spinning and bobbing around the head of his cock. Joe looked over at Dave and wagged his eyebrows conspiratorially, while his eyes bulged at the not unfamiliar but still amazing oral work of Jeannie. "I'm so glad I wished for the perfect cock and that you would be the best sex genie ever." Jeannie laughed acknowledgment without taking Joe's cock from her mouth and now her throat. Dave figured out, catching on to what was going on, that there was nothing special about Joe's cock to anyone in the world but Jeannie, and any amazing abilities she had were just from practice and having inhibitions completely removed. His own erection threatened to drive him mad as Jeannie, a couple of feet away from him, behaved as no wife would even all alone with her husband of years. "Prepare yourself for your discipline," Joe choked out to Jeannie, trying to keep up with her unbelievable, noisy, wild deep throated cock sucking. She grunted a "mm hmm", put her hands on her full hips and slipped her fingers under the sides of her bikini. Dave's eyes couldn't blink closed as he watched, trying to imagine what was coming. Jeannie pushed her bikini down, wiggling her big ass to get the thong out from between her fat cheeks. Her sucking amazingly didn't abate a bit as she moved up off of her knees onto her feet, bent over, so she could slip her bikini down. Jeannie's ass stuck almost against Dave's face as she moved. He swore she could probably feel his heavy breathing. As she slid the bikini down to her thighs Dave's face was bathed in a hot, wet cloud escaping from Jeannie's fully aroused pussy. Dave sat back against the couch hard, breathing hard, eyes fixed on Jeannie's bent over form. From her big hips he looked in to the crack of her ass, now spread from her bending over, exposing her sweet, tight asshole. Between her damp thighs he saw her hairy pussy, the thick, black, straight hair matted down against her swollen lips by the copious juices that had flowed from her and filled Dave's nostrils. Joe gently, lovingly, put a hand on the back of Jeannie's head. With the other hand he gently slapped the belt against Jeannie's big, wiggling ass. She groaned, clearly too loudly for it to be in protest for any pain. Joe breathed deeply, trying to hold on, and slapped more, evenly spreading the leather strap across every part of her big, firm ass, moans eliciting from her hard, and the room filing with the smell of her excitement. Now the lash fell even more gently and precisely, down the middle of her ass, connecting against her soaked, swollen pussy. Jeannie's legs quivered, sweat and cum soaking her thighs. Joe's face contorted as he just couldn't hold back and he let loose his cum into Jeannie's eager mouth. As he came he slapped her pussy again and again, the final slaps wrapping around far enough to connect with her swollen clit. As she felt his spurts of cum, he felt her screams of pleasure. Jeannie laughed around Joe's cock as she sucked every drop from him, and popped her mouth off of his cock. "Oh, Jeannie," Joe said "That was wonderful." "Nothing a bit of magic couldn't make possible, Master," Jeannie said, wiping her mouth of cum and pubic hair. "Why don't you cover your pussy and see if our guest would like anything else to eat or drink?" Joe suggested. "Yes, Master," Jeannie happily agreed.