2 comments/ 64601 views/ 13 favorites Tucker Fuller's Modern Life Ch. 01 By: bluefox07 EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn Author's Note: "This was originally titled "Mrs. Aziani and the Lawnmower." But now that I'm writing Literotica again and putting all my old stories back on the site, I decided to make all of Tucker's stories a part of a larger picture, hence "Tucker Fuller's Modern Life." And, as before, the adventures of Tucker Fuller are purely fantasy and for fun, not to be taken seriously... oh, and if you catch any typos, let me know. A few always slip by damn it... Cheers!" * I was eighteen years old and no closer to being a man than I had been at age ten. To look at me might lead you to believe otherwise, but believe me I was as immature as they come. I was built right, weighing in at 180lbs and sporting a physique that I really didn't have to work at. I was muscular but far from ripped, if anything I was sufficiently fat in all the right places. My hair was receding even then (to this day I believe that in a past life I made fun of bald people mercilessly... and now I'm paying the price through karma). No one else in my family is losing their hair. Even my great grandfather Eustis has a full head of snow-white hair. But me? I'm looking more and more like Bruce Willis everyday. That's a shitty deal, isn't it? I'm not saying Bruce Willis is ugly, I'm just saying even when he was eighteen, I'll bet he wasn't looking like he needed hair transplants. The point is, I'm an average guy. Why my next-door neighbor ever took an interest in me is beyond my comprehension. Maybe she had really poor vision or maybe she was so fed up with her booze-hounding husband Phil that she was desperate for a quick fuck. Either way, on a very hot and unreasonably humid summer day around the middle of August, I found myself on the receiving end of Mrs. Rachel Aziani's affections. In typical jerk-off story fashion, I was mowing her lawn to make some extra scratch. The Aziani family had a lawn that probably covered a square quarter-mile of prime real estate along the Sacramento River. Their backyard looked more like a golf course than anything else, always mowed and groomed to perfection. A lot of neighborhood guys had vied for the job of mowing the biggest lawn in town not because of the money (which was great for the work... a hundred bucks each time) but because of Rachel Aziani. I got picked most often for the job, though at the time I didn't understand why. Truth be told, I didn't really care why... Mrs. Aziani was a trophy wife if ever there was one. She was only thirty-seven years old and looking every bit like she could have been at least ten years younger. Her skin was always tanned (I'd heard she forced Phil to buy her a personal tanning bed) and the woman was built like an Amazonian Goddess. I shit you not that her breasts were in the range of 42 DDD and somehow, even when she went about sans a bra, they remained pert and perky. A lot of speculation revolved around whether they were real or not, but based on the hypnotic jiggling and swaying I knew there was no way she could be a child of silicone. Her eyes were dark and exotic, hinting at some diluted ethnic heritage hailing from a Spain or maybe even Portugal. Her hair was always dyed blonde and her legs and arms were toned to muscular perfection. Quite simply put, Rachel had no business being a trophy wife. She could have been a porn star or even a fashion model. The woman looked like she could have done anything she wanted to do. And even if she didn't have the talent or moxy to do anything but look pretty, I imagine there must have been thousands of men and women out there willing to make up for what she lacked. Her wardrobe was legendary in our small town. While many of the mothers and women lamented her revealing outfits (believing that she belonged in the pages of Hustler rather than in her flower garden, bent over in daisy dukes and a tight fitting tank top weeding out the bad plants) a lot of us guys dropped to our knees and thanked God with a sincerity usually saved only for relief from a bad hangovers and finding out that the pregnancy test was negative. She was nice to everyone she met and always made it a point to sunbathe whenever her lawn got mowed. She seemed to be oblivious to the envy and jealousy she engendered in other women and the lust she summoned from the men around her. As I said before, I was the lucky bastard who landed the job of mowing her backyard that humid summer day. The sun was beating down mercilessly as the two o'clock hour rolled around and I found myself working without my shirt. I usually didn't do that (as my modesty actually outweighed my need to show off) but considering I was sweating out a pint of body hydration every six minutes it was more a statement of survival rather than attraction. I knew had about another hour to finish the Herculean sized backyard before the sprinklers came on, and I was doing everything I could to make sure I missed that deadline. The promise of cool water on my burning skin was irresistible. I was halfway done at that point, pushing my mower in the rear of the property along the ivy thick fence that separated the lawn from the five foot drop off into the river. That was when I noticed that Mrs. Aziani was lounging on her back porch. My interest in her would have been equally as sincere had she been fully clothed, but when I realized the woman was bare naked I nearly choked. As I walked along, I watched her adjust her lounge chair, bent over and giving me a view of her ass that was the stuff premium porn websites are made of. "No way," I whispered as I slid my sunglasses up to see with my own eyes. Then the mower clanked and jumped as I ran over a rock. The stone bounced and ricocheted inside the mower housing as the blades ravaged it. I cringed and pressed down on the handle bar of the mower, raising the housing up enough to allow the stone an exit. The rock zinged out into the small rose garden a few feet away like a primitive bullet. I hissed, my lips drawn back from my teeth, and I prayed nothing had happened to the blades or the inner workings of the mower. I shook my head and shut the engine off. I knelt down and tipped the mover on its side. The blades seemed okay, though I could see small notches along their edges. The metal housing looked dented and scraped from where the rock had chipped off the green enamel paint upon it's numerous impacts. I wondered if that was the only damage or if I had screwed up something else. I didn't know jack shit anything mechanical, let alone mowers and their engines. I sighed and righted the mower. "Everything okay?" I shot up to attention and bashed my head against one of low-lying branches of the cherry tree. My world spun as I grabbed my head, doing my best to remain cool and calm. There, in the mottled shade of the cherry tree stood Mrs. Aziani. She was as nude and carefree as she had been on the deck of the back porch. My mouth fell open in a stupid gape that I truly believe summed up my verbal and metal prowess in a way words simply could not. "Tucker?" she asked as she took her rose tinted sunglasses off, "You okay?" "Yes," I managed. My head was aching as my eyes watered behind my shades. "What happened?" she asked. I was thunderstruck at her casual attitude about being naked in front of me. Oh sure, we knew each other because we lived in the same neighborhood. Hell at Christmas time I shoveled her walkways off and she would more often than not give me hot chocolate as a bonus above her payment. We smiled and waved at each other when we passed in the store or on the street. But I had no idea this simple daily interaction made us friends to the point of nudity. Not that I was complaining, mind you. "A rock," I stuttered as my eyes rolled down her slender neck and then rested on her large, pear shaped breasts. I was fascinated by the way the light and shadows from the cherry tree fell on her naked bosom in a sexy patchwork. "A rock?" "Yes," I tried to smile, hoping my bulging eyes weren't visible behind my shades, "A rock." "Is the mower okay?" she asked. "Yes," I nodded as my cock betrayed me and began swelling in my shorts, "Yes." Mrs. Aziani reached out and touched my head. When she drew back her hand, there was blood on her fingers, bright and red against her tanned skin. She looked at me and said, "We should fix that up." "We should?" I asked dumbly, trying to stifle my reaction to her nudity. Mrs. Aziani laughed, "Yes, we should." "Okay." "Tucker," she eyed me, "What's wrong?" "I just..." I began as put my hands on my hips and searched for the right words, "I just never had someone hire me to mow their lawns that was as, uh... as naked as you." Mrs. Aziani smiled broadly and looked down at her body, "Does this offend you?" "No no," I put my hands up, "You're perfect, Mrs. Aziani. Really. It's just that I'm not used to women walking around naked in front of me." "Oh," she nodded and then cocked a quizzical brow, "You want me to go put some clothes on?" "No!" I said way too eagerly, my voice unintentionally high and broken, "I mean, not on my account." "Come on," she took my hand, "Let's clean you up." As we walked across the yard, I tried to process the fact that there was an insanely gorgeous woman holding my hand and leading me into her house completely naked. She was slightly in front of me, her bare feet looking sexy and beautiful in the green grass as she walked. Her ass moved like some kind of hypnotic visual aphrodisiac, the muscles working in curved perfection as her large breasts bounced and jiggled. My cock was now becoming a serious problem as my eight inches erected to the point of needing to stand straight up. I looked down and could see my shorts tenting out. 'Down,' I commanded desperately, my body revolting against my brain, 'Down!' *** Once inside the house, which was cooled by the miracle of central air, I felt the sweat covering my body begin to do what God had meant for it to do and start cooling me off. I had assumed once inside she might put on a robe or something, but Mrs. Aziani remained blissfully nude and unconcerned with the effect of her body on my cock. I was on the verge of running to the fridge and dumping an ice tray down my pants to subdue the monster erection. I had already embarrassed myself by rocking the mower and then clubbing myself with the cherry tree branch. A run away woody was the last thing I needed right now. "Just sit there by the bar," she instructed me as she let go of my hand, "I'll run upstairs and get the first aid kit." "Sure," I smiled and watched her leave. How Phil Aziani could ever acquire a drinking problem or have a hard time living with a woman like her was beyond me. Even if she was a total bitch in their private life, there were some things worth putting up with bullshit for. Of course, if I had a wife that beautiful I'd be worrying about her constantly. I suppose a little nip from the bottle would take the edge off a paranoid mind in a pinch. I sat down at the bar and relaxed. The stools were comfortable and the bar itself was shiny and pristine. I didn't dare touch it. I was dirty enough to leave incredible smudges and smears on the finely polished surface, and I didn't want to upset Mrs. Aziani. So I sat there and looked at the framed pictures hanging behind the bar above the rows of alcohol and mixers. There were four framed portraits of men I assumed had to be from Phil's side of the family. The first guy looked like Niels Bohr. He was old and wizened looking as he posed for a camera that had to have been new in 1900. The second portrait was of a fat man who looked like the love child between Dom DeLuise and Alvin the Chipmunk (in retrospect, I could actually see how Phil Aziani got his pronounced overbite... he came by it naturally). The third was of a younger man, probably eighteen around the year 1950. His hair slicked back and he resembled a more jovial version of a young Brian Dennehy. The fourth and final portrait was of Phil himself. Phil managed to retained the Boor haircut (maybe closer to Richard Feynman, it was a close call) and the Chipmunk-DeLuise complex and the Dennehy charm through three generations of diluted genes. It was a recent portrait, probably taken a few years back when his hair was more brown and less gray. It seemed to me that he wanted to portray himself as a noble intellectual or an important businessman. I guess he was. In our small town, owning the local grocery store was the biggest piece action you could get in on when it came to business. And I suppose if the constant unsolicited discussions about town politics and the importance of Gouda over cheddar in the display case was anything it could be called relatively intellectual, right? Or, it could have been called pretentious and annoying. You see, I worked for Phil my first two years of high school and after a month of his thoughts on cheddar versus Gouda I wanted to gouge my eyes out and stuff them in my ears just so I wouldn't have to see or hear him. Still, it was a handsome collection of family portraits. "First aid," Mrs. Aziani said from behind me. I spun around on the stool and saw that she was still naked. My cheeks blushed fiercely as she walked over to me. Her crotch was completely shaved and equally tanned to her body. I felt a little dizzy as I wondered at what she might taste like. My penis, which had taken a rest after my brief look at the family portraits, sudden mutinied again and was on the rise. "It's not that bad," I said. "You have a pretty good gash at your hairline, Tucker," she told me and sat the first aid kit down on the bar. It was one of those old school kits, made of sheet metal and equipped with a latch that only hardcore fishermen could appreciate. There was a bold red cross painted on the lid and below it in equally colored and prominent print was the phrase, "FIRST AID." She opened the lid, her movements causing her tits jiggle and bounce again as I began to wonder if I had passed out from sunstroke and was actually laying face down in the backyard. It was entirely possible. But from the smell of the peroxide she soaked the cotton with and the searing pain of the disinfectant in my wound I knew this was real. "That hurt much?" she asked, her attention focused on cleaning up my cut. "Not at all," I lied as my attention fell to her breasts again. Her nipples were hard and erected outward, the areolas firm and relatively small in comparison to the size of her tits. "You think you can finish up out there?" she asked. "I think so," I replied as my erection tented out my shorts again. I rolled my eyes and prayed she wouldn't notice. I became dimly aware that my nipples had gone hard too. "I can put clothes on, Tucker," she said suddenly. She tossed the used wad of bloody cotton away and looked at me, her dark eyes piercing and direct. "No, that's okay," I said, "You look good." "Thank you," she smiled shyly. Now she gets shy? She pulled out a band-aid and tore the paper covering off, saying, "I'm a nudist at heart. A lot of people don't understand that. They think it's immoral or something, but I love it. I can only really be myself in the backyard where the fences are high enough." "Oh," I nodded, "I love nudity too. I would be naked all day if I could." She looked at me with a wry smile. "I mean," I stumbled as my tongue inflated in my mouth, "I..." "Easy Tucker," she laughed and pressed the band-aid gently to my forehead, "You're going to give yourself an aneurysm." I smiled and nodded. "I'm not very good around beautiful women, let alone beautiful naked women." Mrs. Aziani smiled and nodded understandingly. She closed the kit and slid it to one side as she leaned against the bar and looked at me. She said, "There's nothing wrong with being appreciative of the human body." "Sure." "Look," she said and glanced at the clock on the far side of the kitchen, "Why don't you take a break?" "Oh, I better not," I said, "I should finish up." "Tucker," she put her hand on mine and I swear my heart nearly stopped, "Take a break." "Okay," I said immediately. "You're uncomfortable?" "No," I said. The truth was I was getting so comfortable it was worrying me. The more I stared at her body the more I became used to it. The more I became used to it the more I was going to relax. With relaxation came familiarity and easiness. I could easily imagine me reading too much into her eccentric behavior and making a move far too inappropriate to forgive. "You know what might help?" 'A stiff drink?' I thought dismally. "Take off your clothes," Mrs. Aziani said. I laughed a little and when I saw she wasn't joking, I found myself suddenly reluctant to look at her at all. I said, "Ah, Mrs. Aziani I don't think..." "Rachel," she corrected me. "Excuse me?" "My name is Rachel," she said, "Please call me Rachel." Seeing her naked was one thing, but now we were on a first name basis? This was getting out of hand the way my wet dreams about her got out of hand almost every night. I figured the resultant outcome would be the same in either case if this went any further. I said, "Rachel, that might not be a good idea." "You don't want to be naked with me?" she asked, a tinge of offense in her voice. "Oh no," I recovered, "It's not that. It's just that, well, you're married and I'm not and you're so..." "Tucker," she squeezed my hand again, "Take your clothes off and relax." I sighed and knew I was about to do a very stupid thing. As with many stupid ideas and things in my life, I listened to the wrong head and found myself slipping out of my shoes and socks. Mrs. Aziani watched me as she leaned against the bar, her legs casually crossed and her eyes filled with amusement. I took a deep breath and then dropped my shorts and underwear to the hardwood floor. Her eyes darted down to my painfully erected cock and she grinned a wicked half-smile that was sexy and yet dangerous at the same time. She looked up at me and commented, "I can see you're happy to be here." I looked for something to say, anything that could be suave or suggestive. I wondered what James Bond might say at a time like this (the Sean Connery version of Bond, not the Roger Moore or George Lazenby Bond... Pierce Brosnan was okay, but Connery was the fucking MAN!). After coming to terms with the fact that I had nothing, I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Come on," she took my hand again and led me outside to the back porch. We walked down to concrete path of backyard, passing the many rose bushes and then the mower. We reached the back fence and she opened the gate. We descended the cement block stairs and arrived at a small beach studded with boulders. The river was roaring past us deceptively, it's bark far worse than it's bite. This was the calm stretch of the river and swimming was safe here for about a mile. "Someone might see us," I whispered. "Who cares?" Mrs. Aziani looked at me as we stepped out on the fine gravelly sand of the beach. Small waves lapped at the shore as we stood there. I felt the urge to cover my crotch up and hide, but I didn't want to seem cowardly in front of her. So I summoned my courage and placed my hands on my hips, confidently looking out at the far bank of the river. Thick foliage, brush and blackberry vines made the bank impassable to intruding swimmers. Oak and Cottonwood trees lined the bank and made a wall that shielded us from the utility road just beyond. We sat down on the sand as the sun raged above. There was a long silence between us, as though Mrs. Aziani were debating something in her mind. I could see her thinking as her eyes looked out across the sparkling water. I propped my back against one of the large boulders and tried to get used to the sand against my ass. After a few minutes of adjusting and trying to discreetly cover my package from view with my thigh, I gave up and just let it stick out. Tucker Fuller's Modern Life Ch. 01 "Graduating this year, Tucker?" she asked me after what seemed like and awkward eternity. "Yeah," I said. "College?" "I hope so." She nodded approvingly. This was getting way too awkward for me and I began thinking of reasons for me to leave. I couldn't believe I was turning down being around Rachel Aziani naked, but at the same time I was ready to pass out from a sex drive overload. I needed to go and rub one out so I could think straight again, and Mrs. Aziani was not helping matters as she sat there, looking like some kind of porn model in the sun posing for a men's calendar. "I should go," I stood up and brushed the sand off my naked body. Mrs. Aziani stood up with me, "Are you sure?" "Yeah," I nodded, "I should finish your lawn before Phil gets home." She looked out across the water and said, "Phil isn't coming home anytime soon." "What?" I asked. She sighed and ran a slender hand through her thick dirty blonde hair, "Phil's been stepping out on me, Tucker." My mouth dropped open. Phil Aziani was one of the homeliest damn men in town. I couldn't believe anyone would take pity on him even for a mercy fuck, let alone an affair. And besides, he had a woman like this at home. There wasn't anyone better in town to be with. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I finally said, "What? With who?" Mrs. Aziani looked at me over her shoulder and then back out across the river, "One of his clerks at the store." "That's impossible," I thought about all the people who worked there, "There are no women working there..." "Funny, isn't it?" she said dryly. "No..." I said as I began to realize the truth. "Yep." "Who with?" "Hector Ferrer." If someone had taken the DNA of Rueben Blades and Cheech Marin and then spliced it together with essence of Senior Wences you would have the sum that equaled the conundrum named Hector Ferrer. The second-generation immigrant was notorious for his blatant ogling and unrequited hooting at women. He was well known for being something of a self-professed ladies man, but his track record poorly reflected his claims. He was a fifty-year-old deli clerk trying to be an eighteen-year-old high school lothario. "Oh my God," I breathed, "Eww." "I caught them together last night and Phil hasn't been home since." "Wow." "Yeah," she shrugged, "Who could have guessed?" "It doesn't make any sense though," I said, "If he was gay, why pick the hottest woman in the world for a wife?" Mrs. Aziani said nothing. "Massive denial," I answered myself, "The man doth protest too much, right?" "Tucker," Mrs. Aziani said, "I need something from you." "You do?" I asked as my balls began to tingle. "I want to fuck you," she said quietly, her back still to me. I swallowed hard. This was usually the point where my dream ended and I woke up with wet sheets. It never failed. Right when she started talking dirty, even before we got to have sex I would blow my load. I waited a few minutes just to see if this really was a dream. I was happy to find that not only did I not wake up, but I also did not have a premature ejaculation. I said, "You do?" "Yes," she nodded as I walked towards her, my legs acting without my permission. Like my cock, they knew no master when it came to this kind of stuff. In fact, my entire body would gag and tie my brain if sex was even remotely possible. I stood behind her and caught a faint whiff of her lavender perfume. Jesus, she even smelled good. "I had no idea," I managed. "Think you can handle that?" she asked, turning too quickly and bumping in to me. Her free hand fell onto my sweat-covered chest and remained there for a wonderfully extended moment. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with such a certain passion and need that there was no doubt in my mind she was serious. I could only look back at her, the now powerful sunlight sparkling through the foliage above us and catching her eyes, lighting them so I could see her pupils. "I can handle it," I said as confidently as I could. I raised my hands up and touched her skin. As I pressed my fingers against her back and drew her to me I felt suddenly very sure of myself. All my fears and inhibitions melted away as she looked at me. It was so surreal, everything from the nudity we had engaged in to being down by the river in the open to Phil being a closet homosexual. I was still reeling from that. The unpleasant image of Phil and Hector in the throes of lovemaking as only two men could do tried to invade my headspace. I forced it out quickly. Mrs. Aziani looked at me, her blonde hair backlit by the afternoon sun in a golden, glowing haze. "You really think I'm hot?" she asked simply. "Yes I do, Mrs. Aziani." She wrapped her arms around my neck, resting them on my shoulders as she drew close to me. Her body was hot from the sun and when she pressed up against my throbbing member I nearly lost it right there. Her lips were moist and full, slightly parted to reveal her white teeth. She looked at me expectantly. "Is this weird for you?" she asked as her fingers traced circles around the back of my neck. "No," I smiled. "You know," she said suddenly, "I can't have children." "I'm so sorry," I frowned. How sad was that? "No Tucker," she shook her head and smiled at me, "I mean we don't have to use a condom." "Oh... that's good," I replied as I let my hands slide up her sides and over her breasts, cupping them. My heart was pounding in my ears as I felt her silky skin. The generous swells of her breasts were beyond anything I had imagined in my dreams. They brought to mind images of soft pillows and silky clothes as I gently began massaging them. Her nipples were hard points against my palms and she shivered. "That feels nice, Tucker," she said. "Tell me about it," I said. "I've been watching you for awhile now," she said matter-of-factly. "What would your husband think?" I asked as I began kissing her ear and neck, using the most passionate and gentle kisses I knew how to give. "He's broken our vows," Mrs. Aziani moaned and she tilted her head back, "But he doesn't love me. And I feel so lonely, Tucker..." "No one should feel that lonely," I breathed hotly against her skin as I began licking the delicate design of her left ear, "I can't imagine anyone better than you." "Thank you," she smiled. Her hands were slowly working their way down my backside, running over my flesh like phantom sensations. I felt her grasp my buttocks and squeeze as I kissed her neck and nuzzled her jaw line. The satin comfort of her breasts filled my hands as I began rubbing her nipples and rolling them back and forth between my fingers. "I want you," I whispered into her ear. She looked up at me slowly. She parted her lips and then with one hand pulled my face to hers. Our lips locked together and we kissed deeply. My hand slid down her stomach as our tongues intertwined, and I let my fingers escape to the flat expanse below her navel. Her tongue felt so good in my mouth, and her taste was sweet and passionate. She began leaning into me as we kissed, pushing me down to the ground. She straddled me, her thighs tight around my hips and her crotch against mine. "If we do this," she said, "You need to know a few things." "Sure," I said, marveling at her gorgeous breasts as the river continued on beside us. "This is nothing more than fucking," she told me as she ran her fingernails over my torso, "We're just two friends with great benefits." "I have no problem with that." Mrs. Aziani smiled as she grinded her moist, hot crotch against me. "And we don't tell anyone what happened here tonight, got it?" "Tell anyone what?" I asked. "Smart boy," she said as she sat back and began rubbing her clitoral hood. Her breasts hung down and swayed with each movement, casting twin shadows across the smooth terrain of her body and mesmerizing me. Her pussy was moist and inviting, and I stared with unabashed fascination and appreciation. She rubbed the mound of skin back and forth as she looked at me intently. "How long have you been thinking about me?" I asked. "Well," she smiled as she began fingering her cunt, "Why do you think I let you mow my lawn so much?" "No kidding?" I grinned. "Do you think I pay everyone who works for me a hundred bucks a pop?" I closed my eyes and laughed. "You're unbelievable." "Thank you," she replied, her eyes never leaving mine as her wet fingers slipped down from her sopping cunt and began rubbing against my shaft, "Do you want me to stop?" "No," I said as I put my arms behind my head, "No." She smiled at me and then looked down. My cock was rigid and ready, sticking out like a tree trunk and pulsing. She grabbed my shaft and began stroking me slowly. Her breathing was getting about as fast as mine as she jerked me off. I closed my eyes as she pumped my dick, her fingers occasionally tweaking my head as she went. Her hand was gentle and yet rough as she worked her magic on me. Her tits bounced and swayed with her specific maneuvers. "How long have you been thinking of me?" She lay down beside me and started kissing me as she worked my cock. Our tongues danced together, lapping at one another frantically as she brought me closer and closer to my inevitable orgasm. I was now moaning and groaning against her lips as the pressure began to build up in my balls and the base of my shaft. "Every night," I managed. "I want you to cum for me," she said between kisses. "I can do that," I managed, my body pulled taut as I fought off the orgasm for as long as I could. "Fighting it, are we?" she keenly observed as she quickened her strokes, "I love a challenge." I shifted my thoughts to television shows as she continued. "Lets see here," she smiled devilishly as she slid down my body. Not missing a stroke, she switched her hand for her lips. Immediately my cock was sucked into her hot mouth, her tongue rolling over me as she bobbed up and down on my shaft, my swollen head tingling and ringing like an alarm, warning me of the impending eruption. I could hear her wet, sloppy sucking of my cock as she moaned against my head. I tried to recall the names of all the movies I had seen on "Mystery Science Theater 3000" and then when that didn't work I tried to remember the names of the three blondes on "Three's Company." Mrs. Aziani swirled her tongue around my head. 'Chrissie,' I thought wildly... She was licking my balls and sucking them into her mouth. '... Terri,' I thought as the wave of my climax began to crest, '...OH SHIT what was the other one named? Fuck! Mrs. Aziani? Candace...' Mrs. Aziani sucked my cock back into her mouth, her teeth scraping a little causing a pain that excited me more than it hurt. '...What was the other ones name?!' my mind screamed. "Mmmm," she groaned around my shaft, her voice vibrating through me. She began to rapidly move her head up and down, sucking me off, and causing the familiar pressure in my sack to intensify a hundred fold. Her eyes gazed up at me as my cock slid in and out of her mouth, rolling with her tongue under her cheeks. "Oh God," I sat up as she sucked on me. Somehow, in the process of her fellatio I ended up scooting back to one of the large boulders. We paused for only a moment as I sat down on it. She positioned herself between my legs and resumed her work. I leaned forward as she worked me over and reached down to her tits. I cupped her breasts in my hands and fondled them. They were so big and firm, and yet gravity had no pull on them at all. Her motions were fluid and rhythmic as she passionately sucked me off. Her hair tickled my stomach as I massaged her tits. Time seemed to stand still as she pleasured me. I was pathetically trying to think of that last blonde from "Three's Company" but found my mind resting in a thick erotic haze. I slid my fingers into her hair and grasped the back of her head, slowly pushing my cock in her mouth. I found myself charged with a crazy need for dominance and began fucking her face. Mrs. Aziani held still in my grip, my cock pumping to the back of her throat, her boobs pressed against my thighs like two sumptuous fleshy pillows. I leaned by head back as I gave myself over to the instinctual impulses of my sex drive. Mrs. Aziani cupped her large breasts in her slender hands and squeezed them, her nipples standing out as dark nubs against the tanned flesh of her breasts. Mrs. Aziani moaned around the girth of my cock in her mouth, sliding her hands all over her tits in a sensual rub. I could feel myself losing control, the orgasm rocketing up through my passage as I fucked her mouth. She grasped my hips and held on tight. "Oh fuck!" I shouted as my cock spasmed and filled her mouth with cum. She violently grabbed my member with her right hand and pumped it in her mouth. I held her head to me tight so that she couldn't pull away. Somehow, I doubted she even wanted to as she sucked me hard, slurping the sticky cum in her mouth. As I unloaded in her, some of the thick liquid seeped from the corner of her mouth and dribbled to her chin. She lapped up the semen, her tongue leaving a wet trail behind as she cleaned me off. She began kissing up my body, licking and nibbling until she reached my neck and suckled there. "Mind if I leave a hickey?" she asked. "Not at all." Her pussy was hot against my throbbing member, and I was amazed to find that I was still hard. Mrs. Aziani finished marking me and then motioned for me to lay flat again on the ground. I did as she wanted and she and straddled me, this time her pussy right in my face. I could smell her sweet nectar as I immediately set to work, forsaking her cunt and going right for her clit. I swirled around it, flicking and suckling on it as I massaged her ass. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting her blonde hair fall loosely at her shoulders. My face was becoming slick with her juices as I lapped and suckled at her hard clit, letting my hands roam up her body and to her breasts. I cupped them and squeezed. Mrs. Aziani moaned and began tweaking her nipples. "Pinch them," she breathed, "Pinch them..." I pinched and pulled at her nubs, whimpering against the pleasure as I teased her. Her hips were swaying now, mimicking the motions of sex as I pushed her towards her orgasm. I was determined to stay down there for as long as it took to make her scream. She was now moaning loudly as I worked my tongue over her, and finally, she reached the breaking point. Her hips whip lashed violently as she gasped, her hands in her hair and back arched as the orgasm tore through her. Her cum splashed my face in a single musky squirt as she rode the lighting of her climax. Her thighs tightened around my face as she moaned the word "Yes" over and over and again. Her voice echoed through the woods and managed to carry over the roll of the river. I wondered if the neighbors heard us? Finally, the wave subsided and she collapsed next to me on the ground. "Oh my God," she breathed, "Oh my God, Tucker." I rolled over and kissed her deeply, her cum still fresh on my tongue. She embraced me with a fevered passion as our legs tangled together. My cock was hard and ready to go again as she rolled to her side, her back facing me. She parted her legs and exposed her vagina to me. I scooted up behind her, propped myself up on my elbow as she lifted her leg and grabbed my cock. With a quick movement of her hand, I was inside her hot interior. She was so fucking tight as I slid in I thought I might die. "No too far," she hissed lustily, "You're almost too big for me..." "Okay, keep saying stuff like that," I moaned as my hips began to move back and forth on their own. "You're too big," she whispered, half turned towards me, "But I want it anyway." I nodded and began humping her. It took us a few minutes to get our rhythm down right as we grinded, circled and got used to each other. She brought her hand to my ass and held me there as we began to pick up speed. My hand found her breast as it bounced and moved to our rhythm. I started pulling and tweaking at her nipple again as she took her other hand and started rubbing her clit. 'What was her name?' I thought as I tried to stifle my orgasm from coming too soon, 'Casey... Cassandra...' Mrs. Aziani was moaning again, her pussy dripping wet as we fucked. We were covered in a film of sweat and dust as our pace quickened and we progressed towards another climax. I hoped we would reach it together as I started putting my all into the thrusts, ramming my cock hard and fast into her cunt. I could hear myself grunting with each movement, an almost primal angry sound to my ears. "Oh fuck yes," she whined again in that high lust-filled pitch, "Yes..." The muscles in my buttocks and abdomen were screaming in pain as I hammered her, my teeth bared and sweat pouring off my brow. Finally, she came again, her hips bucking against me, her pussy spasming around my shaft as she let loose. I could feel her juices trickling over my balls as I felt my own climax approaching. I pulled out just in time as my load was released on her ass and the ground below. I literally saw stars swimming in front of my eyes, my face feeling numb from the near hyperventilation of our sex. We lay there, huffing and puffing, moaning to each other and kissing as we recovered. "Oh my God yes," Mrs. Aziani kissed me, "We are going to do that again." Mrs. Aziani leaned into me, staring into my eyes hypnotically as her lips parted. Our mouths connected and we shared a kiss that was so slow and deep it made my cock jerk and begin to swell again. I couldn't believe it. We kissed like that for a while, my hand massaging her tit as she slid her fingers over my crotch and began rubbing back and forth. I could feel our body heat radiating in waves as we kissed. "I need you now," she moaned, "Fuck me." I positioned myself behind her and brought my cock to bear, the head resting between her ass cheeks. Grasping her hips, I inched forward and slipped my head into her pussy with a sudden thrust that caught her off guard. Her head snapped back and she let out a lusty moan as my cock sank into her cunt. I began thrusting, back and forth, increasing my speed and power as I went. My balls slapped against her ass as I fucked her relentlessly. "Oh yes," she whimpered, her voice accented by each thrust of my hips, "Just like that... yes... fuck... yes..." I pounded her until she was shouting, her voice becoming high pitched and broken as she tried to handle the sensations of her overpowered sex. I gave her one final thrust and then pulled out. My cock was slick with her nectar as I spread her ass cheeks. Mrs. Aziani looked back over her shoulder at me as I pushed my slick cock over her ass, sliding the wet shaft across the tight little hole, leaving a sticky trail behind. "Would you line to fuck my ass, Tucker?" I nodded. "Then fuck my ass," she moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass back to me. I took my cock in my hand, still slick and slippery from her cunt, and readied myself. I pushed the head of my dick against her tight little asshole, stretching it out as my girth passed into her. She flinched and her head snapped back as she gasped. I held onto her shapely hips and forced my cock into her depths. Mrs. Aziani cried out a loud moan of both pleasure and pain as I slid my dick into her ass. Her breathing was shallow as I rocked her. I could feel the spasmodic flexing of her buttocks, threatening to milk the cum out of me before I was ready. Mrs. Aziani arched her back and opened her mouth in a long drawn out gasp. Her whole body tensed and froze, her teeth bared in a growl of sexual fulfillment. "Oh God yes," she moaned as she slammed her ass against my thrusts. Tucker Fuller's Modern Life Ch. 01 I tried to think of the third blonde from "Three's Company" again as I felt another orgasm building up speed inside me. I couldn't believe it. 'Her name was Connie,' I thought absently as I lost myself in the hot depths of her body, 'No no... Cynthia...Cecilia...' 'Fuck it,' I thought, 'Just go with it...' "Get on your back," she said through a gasping breath. I flipped over on my back and she straddled me. Her backside was facing me as she settled in over my shaft, her ass poised. I could only try and keep my breathing under control and try not blow my wad early. I figured as this was the third time, it should take a little longer to get there. But her hole was so tight and demanding of my cock that I knew I wouldn't last much longer. That's me, ladies and gentlemen. The minute man. She grasped my cock and slid the head across her dripping cunt, lubing me up for entry. She then brought it to her ass and eased herself down on me. My cock squeezed past the tight, rubbery opening. She gasped and clenched her buttocks around my shaft, turning her head to the side and watching the penetration. She moaned, biting her lower lip as my dick filled up her ass and stretched her out. Finally, my cock was submerged in her body and she began to ride me, her pace already fast and frenzied. "Oh yes... yes...yes...yes..." she whispered breathlessly, her big breasts bouncing wildly as she let loose, her nipples pointed and hard. Her fingers found her clit and began furiously rubbing it as she rode my cock. I grunted as she hammered herself. "Fuck my ass," she moaned dreamily. I slapped her ass she rode me. Mrs. Aziani cried out, ramming down hard on me as she fingered her clit. Her fingers worked her sensitive button over until she suddenly began snapping her hips back. Mrs. Aziani uttered a scream of overwhelming pleasure as her ass slammed down on my cock and she came hard enough to scare the birds out of the trees around us. Her muscles rippled and clenched so tightly around my cock that my field of vision exploded with stars again and my cock ejaculated inside her ass. I cried out as the semen exploded out of my head and filled her up. Mrs. Aziani was holding her breasts, her head thrown back and mouth wide open as I unloaded my semen, my cock jerking and pumping. Her hole was seized around my shaft as I cried out and grasped her hips, driving my rod deep inside her. My whole body was pulsing and racing as I slowly came down from the plateau of my climax. Everything felt numb, from my lips to my toes as I brought my breathing back under control. Finally, as my vision swam in and out of clarity and as my cock slowly deflated, we decoupled and collapsed on the small beach in a sweaty heap. I slid my arms around her and rested my face between her large tits as she ran her hands through my hair. "You okay?" I asked. "I will be," she huffed as she looked over at me and winked. I kissed her gently on the lips as our legs entangled together. "We have got to work on making you last longer," she whispered. "I'm sorry," I kissed her neck. "Don't get me wrong Tucker," Mrs. Aziani smiled, "You're still the best fuck I've had in a long time. I just want more of you for longer." "I'm a fast learner," I replied. Mrs. Aziani licked my lips and kissed me, "I'm a good teacher." We lay there for God knows how long before a thought came rushing back into my mind. I looked at her and asked, "What were the name of the blonde chicks on 'Three's Company'?" She looked up at the sky and then after a moment said, "Chrissie, Terri and... and Cindy." "Ah ha," I snapped my fingers. "Why?" I shrugged. "Just curious." I laid back and smiled. Life was good.