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Alexis and Tyler

By: seeme_feelme



Alexis Porter glanced at her watch as her sweating, gasping husband rolled off her. Ninety seconds, she mused. He must've been *really* turned on, she thought sarcastically.

Her husband, Les, lay beside her on his back, quite pleased with his performance. Les fancied himself quite the stud in bed, all evidence to the contrary.

Les, thought Alexis. What a perfect name for him. 50 years old. 5' 6", 230 pounds, none of which was muscle. He was, as David Letterman once famously described Terry Forster, a "fat tub of goo." Add to that his balding head and double chin. To top (or bottom) it off, his penis was barely 3" when erect. 

How did I wind up with him? thought Alexis, though she knew the answer. She considered herself. 43 years old. Body long and lean at 5' 11" and 125 pounds. When she wore heels—and she almost always wore heels—she was at least eight inches taller than Les. She had long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She had a tight 32A/B-23-32 body, of which her rock-hard ass and toned stomach were probably her best features.

She had met Les while she was working as a waitress in an upscale restaurant. She had just gotten out of a horrible 15-year marriage to a man who was emotionally (and, at times, physically) abusive. He constantly berated her, telling her that she had the chest of a 12 year-old boy. Les was kind and didn't demand anything of her. At 42, he was not quite the balding slob he was at 50. His parents had left him $100 million and he made a good living in the family industries.

Alexis had been in therapy for almost 10 years to come to terms with her abusive ex-husband and restore her fragile self-esteem. While she had made great strides, she was still timid and her confidence was still easily shaken.

All in all, not a bad life, Alexis thought. She had great friends, lived on a gorgeous estate, worked out regularly, and read voraciously. Not a bad life, she thought, except for her sexual frustration.

Les's voice cut through her thoughts.

"Huh?" she said.

"I asked what you did today," said Les.

"Oh—I went with Marian and her boyfriend to see her boyfriend's brother's high school soccer game."

"Well, that's...hold on—how old is Marian's boyfriend?"

"Andy? He's 25."

"And Marian's 47," said Les. "Well, knowing Marian, I guess that stands to reason. Hooks up with some young dope still living in his parents' basement. Tell me, does she pick him up for their dates?"

Les had never liked Marian, probably due to her open contempt for him.

"It's not like that, Les," replied Alexis. "Andy and his brother's—his name is Tyler—parents died in a car crash four years ago. Andy was 21; Tyler was just 14. The state wanted to put Tyler in foster care, but Andy sued the state and became Tyler's guardian. He makes a good living in sales. That kid had to grow up quick. He's no ordinary 25 year-old."

As much as Alexis admired Andy—a good-looking, well-built kid (with, if Marian could be believed, a 7.5" cock)—she had thought of little beside Tyler since she had gotten home from the game. An 18 year-old high school senior, his baggy soccer shorts couldn't conceal what appeared to be a VERY impressive cock. And when he peeled off his jersey after the game—good Lord. He was listed as 6' 3" and 170 pounds in the game program, and not one of those 170 pounds was fat. He was fucking ripped. He had not a six-pack, thought Alexis, but an eight-pack, for fuck's sake. Thoughts of Tyler were with her as she drifted off to sleep.

Marian called Alexis a couple of days later. 

"Hey, you," she said. "Listen, Andy is taking me to another of Tyler's games. Do you want to come?"

"I don't know," said Alexis. "I'm not much of a soccer fan."

"Who said anything about soccer? I'm glad I'm the only one who noticed, because you wouldn't have believed the look on your face when Tyler took off his shirt."

Alexis blushed, glad that Marian couldn't see her. "Marian, he's an 18 year-old kid. I'm old enough to be his mother. Beside that..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," interrupted Marian. "He's an 18 year-old kid with the body of a Greek god. You're just lucky that I've got my own boytoy. Honey, there is *nothing* like sex with a young guy. Firm bodies, hard cocks that can go for days...can you say the same thing about your husband?"

"OK, OK," said Alexis. "I'll go. But nothing's gonna happen with this kid. Even if *I* were interested, I very much doubt that *he* would be. I'll pick you up at 3:00."

Marian, Alexis smiled to herself. She was either the best or worst part of Alexis. Alexis headed upstairs to change.

"What to wear?" Alexis asked herself. "Casual, understated, with a hint of sexiness," she decided. She pulled out a faded pair of Levis that molded themselves to her long legs and perfect ass. Underneath, a silk thong. A red silk top that, despite its casual appearance, cost close to $250. The V-neck showed just a hint of cleavage. Alexis decided to forego a bra; her breasts were still firm enough (and small enough, she thought, a bit ruefully) that she didn't need one. She pulled on suede ankle boots and daubed a small amount of perfume behind her ears and in her cleavage. "This is crazy," she thought as she checked herself in the mirror one last time and headed down the stairs.

During the drive to Marian's house, Alexis's mind was churning with conflicting thoughts. *Would* he be interested in me? No, that's crazy—you're old enough to be his mother. Surely he must have scores of lithe, nubile girls after him. On the other hand, she thought, I've got a sexiness that only comes with maturity. I'm a lot more experienced than those teenagers as well. But...aw, fuck it, she thought as she pulled into Marian's driveway.

She almost burst out laughing when Marian came down the front stairs of her house. While Alexis had gone for casual and understated, there was *nothing* understated about Marian, sartorially or otherwise. Marian was 5' 6" tall and weighed 125 pounds. Her 34C-24-35 body had curves in all the right places. While Alexis was a long, lean hardbody, there was something softer about Marian. Her brown hair was its usual mass of curls and waves, and was set off by her piercing green eyes. She was wearing...Alexis couldn't believe this, but knowing Marian, she probably should've...she was wearing a plunging neck, silver, glittery cocktail dress. It clung to every curve and ended WAY above mid-thigh. Her heels were at least 5 inches high. She was wearing this outfit...to a high school soccer game.

"Hey, Lex," she said, climbing into the car (which, given her outfit, was a sight in itself). She gave Alexis a kiss on the cheek.

"Marian...Marian," Alexis sputtered.

"Yeah?" Marian replied casually.

Alexis didn't know where to start, so she didn't. With Marian, it would've been futile, anyway. She backed out of the driveway. "So is Andy going to meet us there?" Alexis asked.

"Yeah—he's got sales calls all afternoon. He may be a bit late."

The drive passed quickly and Alexis wheeled her $110,000 Porsche Cayenne Turbo into the high school parking lot. Although they lived in an affluent suburb and there were plenty of Lexuses, Mercedes, and Range Rovers in the lot, Alexis's Porsche still drew stares. Or perhaps the stares were for the two women who got out of it.

They were making their way to the entrance when Marian grabbed Alexis's arm. "Ooh—there's Andy" she breathed. "Isn't he gorgeous?"

Not as gorgeous as his little brother, Alexis thought, though "little" only in age, she mentally added. Tyler had at least three inches on Andy in height, and Alexis was pretty sure a couple of inches advantage in another area as well.

As they made their way into the stands, men and boys alike openly gawked. Most were staring at Marian in her outrageous outfit, but Alexis received her share of appreciative stares as well.

The game passed quickly. Alexis couldn't keep her eyes of off Tyler. He dominated the game from his midfield position and scored what proved to be the winning goal—a free kick from 35 yards out. He actually "Ben(t) It Like Beckham."

All of which meant less than nothing to Alexis. She knew nothing about soccer and didn't care. What she did care about was Tyler's tight little ass and the bulge in his shorts, both of which were on display for almost an hour and a half.

Andy led Marian and Alexis down to the field as the game ended. Tyler jogged over, pulling off his jersey as he did so. Alexis silently gasped, again taking in his smooth, toned body. That eight-pack, she sighed. I'd love to lick every rippling muscle, she thought.

"Hey, bro—nice game" said Andy.

"Thanks—felt good. Hey, Marian," Tyler replied.

"Hi, honey. Tyler, I'd like you to meet my best friend, Alexis."

Tyler turned to Alexis. Up close, he was even more gorgeous. Piercing blue eyes, long blond hair, chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones, and perfect white teeth. Alexis felt her body tingling. When he shook her hand, her body actually thrummed.

"Hi, Alexis, nice to meet you. Thanks for coming out—did you like the game?" Tyler asked.

"Well, I don't know much about soccer, but you were absolutely great out there. Simply...stunning. You were beaut..." Alexis broke off, blushing furiously. "IDIOT," she silently screamed.

Tyler just gave her a crooked grin. "Bro," he said to Andy, "I starving. Can we go get something to eat?"

Before Andy could answer, a portly sweaty man approached them. "My headmaster," Tyler said.

"Mr. Hutchison," the man said, "as you know, you are required to turn in a 500-word essay tomorrow on one of the topics we have discussed this week. It would behoove you not to spend your time amongst..." he trailed off as he looked at Marian with disdain. 

"With my brother and friends?" Tyler asked with a mix of amusement and contempt in his voice.

"I would advise you not to take that tone with me, Mr. Hutchison," the headmaster continued. "You are on a scholarship here, and that could easily be revoked."

"And I could just as easily get another at St. Sebastian's," Tyler shot back. "They recruited me just as hard as you did. Now, look, Sir,--'Sir' sounding something like 'Shithead'—I suppose that, technically, since we're on school grounds, you're in your official capacity right now. But school isn't in session, and the game's over, so one could argue that I'm off the clock as far as you're concerned. So I'll thank you for reminding me of my school obligations and ask that you excuse yourself so I can take a shower and my friends be released from listening to this."

The headmaster's face turned red as he sputtered, turned, and walked off. Tyler turned to Andy, Marian, and Alexis, the latter two who were looking at him with something close to awe.

"Where were? Oh, yeah, dinner. What say, bro?"

Marian interjected, "Andy was going to take me to dinner, Tyler, but you're welcome to come. Perhaps Alexis will join us so you don't feel like a third wheel and we can all get to know each other better."

Alexis blushed again. How did she not see this coming? With Marian, she should've expected it. "I...I'll come, if it's OK with everyone," she said. 

"Of course it is," said Marian airily.

"All right, but I should call my husband," said Alexis. "Marian, will you come with me to the car so I get my phone?"

"Uh, sure," said Marian, "but about the car...Andy's car's back seat is full of every kind of sports crap and sales stuff you can imagine. I'm always trying to get him to clean it out, aren't I, lover? Alexis, can you drive?"

Gritting her teeth, Alexis nodded. "OK, boys, meet us at Alexis's car, will you? Give us about fifteen minutes?"

Tyler, who had been watching all this with a bemused smile, said "Sure. I've gotta shower and change." Andy chimed in, "Yeah, and I can make some sales calls."

Tyler jogged off toward the locker room, giving Alexis a look at his smooth, supple back and tight little ass. Andy wandered off toward his car. Alexis grabbed Marian's arm and started walking her toward the Porsche.

"You BITCH!" Alexis exploded. "How could you do that to me? I didn't plan on this! Forcing that poor kid into coming along with..."

"Babe, Babe, Babe," Marian interjected. "The heat between you two was obvious, and not just to me, who you've known for over twenty years."

"BullSHIT," hissed Alexis. "He doesn't want to hang out with some woman 25-fucking-years older than he is."

"Yeah, he does," countered Marian, "and I'll tell you why. I've seen the look that Tyler gets on his face when he's interested in something. Andy does the same thing. And, baby, he was giving you "the look" with more intensity than I've ever seen."

"All right—dinner. We'll see," said Alexis, as she picked up her phone to call her husband. 

"Hi, honey," she said, rolling her eyes at Marian. "Hey, listen—Marian, Andy, and Tyler have invited me out to dinner with them. I'll be home in a couple of hours. What? What about you? I don't know. Order a pizza. Or a bucket of chicken. Or both. Yeah, yeah—see you later."

"Jesus, what an asshole," Alexis said as she snapped the phone shut.

"Forget it, honey—here come the boys," Marian said. "Loosen up and have some fun."

When Andy and Tyler arrived, Andy climbed into the back seat. Tyler went to join him, but Marian intercepted him. "No, honey—I'll sit in the back. You should really get the full experience of riding in a $110,000 vehicle," disregarding the daggers that Alexis shot her. The conversation in the car on the way to the restaurant was mainly about the soccer game which, of course, Alexis couldn't follow. She doubted she could've followed it anyway, so distracted was she by the proximity of the young Adonis sitting next to her. He was wearing a collarless button-down shirt and khaki cargo shorts. The shorts could not hide the massive cock running down his thigh.

About ten minutes before they reached the restaurant, Andy reached into his bag and pulled out a laptop. Firing it up, he handed it to Marian. "Marian, do you mind?"

"What, honey?"

"He wants his 500-word essay, he'll get his 500-word essay." With that, he began dictating, shocking Alexis with his intelligence and erudition. He was quoting from works that even she hadn't read, complete with citations. His arguments were concise and unassailable. Once again, Alexis found herself looking at him with awe.

They pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, which was more of a sports bar. They were seated in a both, where, naturally, Andy and Marian sat on one side, forcing Alexis and Tyler into the other. When the waitress appeared, Marian and Alexis ordered Cosmos, and Andy and Tyler a beer. Even though Tyler was underage, the waitress took a long look at him, up and down his body, and told he could have *anything* he liked.

Next to him, Alexis stiffened.  Is this jealousy I'm feeling? she wondered. I knew it—he wouldn't be interested in me. No, he'll go for the 21 year-old waitress with the blonde hair and big tits. The one who would buy him beer. *I'd* buy him beer. That'd be the only way I could compete.

The next two hours passed quickly. Alexis, helped along with her cosmo and two glasses of wine, began to relax and enjoy herself. She discovered that, like his brother, Tyler was mature beyond his years. He was confident, intelligent and funny. Best of all, he didn't just talk about himself—he asked Alexis about herself and really seemed to take an interest in her responses.

"Oh, shit—9:30," said Tyler. "I've got some reading to do for tomorrow."

"What are you reading?" asked Alexis.

"Well, I'm taking this class called 'The Law as Literature' and we're reading this excerpt from a book that Felix Frankfurter wrote about Sacco and Vanzetti. It's kind of interesting. What happens is..."

"I've read it," said Alexis.

"You've read it?"

"Umm...yeah. But the whole book. Tell me, what do you think of it?"

"Well, I don't have any legal training, obviously, so..."

"But you don't need to!" Alexis interjected. "That's the point! Frankfurter wrote it so that ordinary people could understand just how big a miscarriage of justice that case was. See..." and the two were locked in discussion for the next fifteen minutes. Tyler hadn't finished it, so he could only speak about the part he'd read, but Alexis was again struck by how intelligent and articulate he was.

"Uh, guys," said Marian, "We really should get going."

As much as Alexis would've liked to continue her discussion with Tyler, she could see that Marian and Andy were bored out of their minds. Alexis had determined that, for all of his maturity, Andy wasn't particularly bright and Marian, though no dummy, was...Marian. She had her hand in Andy's lap and Alexis could see that it wasn't just lying there—she was stroking him through his pants.

Alexis picked up the check after a couple of insincere protests from Marian and Andy. As they were driving back to pick up Andy's car in the high school parking lot, Alexis and Tyler continued their discussion while Marian and Andy made out in the backseat like a couple of teenagers. "*Andy's* the older brother?" Alexis thought.

She pulled up next to Andy's car. "Um, Alexis...," said Marian.

"Here we go," thought Alexis. "What?" she asked her friend.

"Andy wants to take me dancing. Could you give Tyler a ride home?"

Shit, shit, and shit, thought Alexis. Leave me alone with this hunk, wanting him so badly, and be rejected?

"Pleeeease?" Marian whined.

"OK," sighed Alexis, as Andy and Marian scrambled out of the car. "Bro," said Andy, "don't wait up."

"Jesus," said Tyler, "sometimes I feel like *he's* the one in high school."

Alexis burst out laughing as she started the car. "What?" asked Tyler.

"I've been thinking the exact same thing," replied Alexis.

The ride was mostly silent as Alexis made her way to the townhouse that Andy and Tyler shared. She pulled up to the curb outside and shifted into park. She looked bashfully at Tyler. "I...I had a really nice time tonight," she said softly.

"So did I," said Tyler, as he pulled her to him and kissed her softly. Alex melted in his arms. 

"Tyler...Tyler," she protested feebly. "I'm married. I can't..."

"You can and you will," Tyler replied with a hint of command in his voice. He kissed her again, more forcefully. "I want to see you again. Tomorrow's Friday. Andy and Marian are going away for the weekend. I want you to come over for dinner."

"But, Tyler...I..."

"Seven o'clock. I'll see you then." Tyler kissed her again, got out of the car, and walked up the steps to his house. Alexis watched his ass flex with each stride. Then she sat motionless for almost ten minutes, her head in a whirl. Tyler's kisses felt like heaven. He seemed interested in her. Could he actually want her? What would she tell Les?

Fuck it, she thought, and fuck Les. She'd spent the last ten years of her life sexually frustrated and unsure of her desirability. If this young god wanted her, she'd take it just as far as he wanted.

When she got home she came upon Les with a hangdog look on his face. "Why are you so late, honey? I was getting worried," Les whined. "I thought that you and I could maybe fool around a little."

Alexis took a look at Les and almost laughed out loud. God, you are a pathetic little man. A short, fat, pathetic little man with a three-inch...it doesn't even deserve to be called a cock. A three-inch pee-pee. You should've seen the stud I was with all night.

"Sorry, Les, but I'm tired and I'm going to bed. I've got a big day tomorrow." Bigger than you know, she thought wickedly. 

After a restless night of sleep, Alexis was busy the next day. Gym, spa, salon, and, most importantly, shopping for a new outfit. She had told Les that she was meeting with the board of one the various charities she volunteered for, so it couldn't be overtly sexy. She decided she'd go with what seemed to work before—casual, understated, with a hint of sexiness. She settled on a beige linen suit and paired it with a silk t-shirt with a scoop neck that showed a hint of cleavage. No bra and a silk thong.  Les whistled as she descended the stairs. "Baby, you look sensational," he said. "If we had time..." We could have all the time in the world, thought Alexis, and you still wouldn't be getting any tonight. Tonight I either get fucked by a gorgeous young stud or not at all.


Alexis and Tyler Ch. 02



"YOU CAN CUT THAT SHIT OUT RIGHT NOW!" Tyler roared.

"What? What did I do?" Alexis whispered.

"Thanking me for fucking you. Telling me that it was more pleasure than you deserve. What's up with that?"

"Tyler, I...it's just..."

"Lexi, someone like you deserves every bit of pleasure that she gets. You don't need to be grateful for it. You deserve it," Tyler repeated. "Repeat after me: I deserve pleasure."

"I...I deserve pleasure," Alexis stammered.

"Yes, you do," said Tyler, "And I intend to give you some more."

Their lovemaking—and that's what it was, making love—was unhurried, sensual. They locked eyes as they mated. Tyler's slow, deep strokes again caused Alexis to become teary-eyed, but they were tears of joy this time, not gratitude. After their mutual climax, they drifted off to sleep.

Tyler awakened to find Alexis standing beside the bed, fully clothed, staring down at him. "It's midnight," she whispered. "I've got to get home. I know that you told me not to thank you, but thank you for the best night of my life. Thank you, my beautiful man. I'll treasure it always." She turned to go.

"Lexi?"

"Yes?"

"Don't you want my phone number?"

Alexis smiled as she drove home. Her time with Tyler had done more to restore her self-confidence than all of her therapy sessions combined. She felt alive. She felt free. She felt absolutely no guilt for betraying Les.

She was surprised to find the downstairs lights on and Les waiting for her when she opened the front door.

"Where have you been, honey?" Les whined. Alexis realized how much she hated it when he spoke that way. "I told you that the meeting might run late, Les," she said.

"But I've been waiting to give you some of my special Les's Lovin'" he leered.

No fucking way, thought Alexis. No fucking way am I having sex with you unless I absolutely have to. I spent the evening with a gorgeous, young, hard-bodied stud. A stud who is a masterful lover. And you expect me to let your flabby body and three-inch dicklet get anywhere near me?

"Sorry, Les, but I've had a long day and I'm going to sleep."

"But, honey..."

"As a matter of fact, I'm sleeping in one of the guest rooms. I need to sleep, and I don't want you pawing me." She headed for the stairs, Les on her heels.

"Now, see here, Alexis," he said in a pitiful attempt at dominance, "You're my wife, and a husband expects certain..."

"Shut up, Les, and quit making this into a huge deal. I'm tired and need to sleep. We can discuss what you 'expect' in the morning." She entered a guest bedroom. "Good night, Les."

"But Alexis..."

"Good night, Les," she said, closing the door in his face.

Alexis didn't really need to sleep. She needed time alone to process what had happened. A beautiful young man found her desirable. She wanted...needed...to see him again, if he'd have her. But what about Les? He *was* her husband, after all, and provided her with a lifestyle she could only dream of. But he also revolted her physically and sexually. Could she have it both ways, she wondered? She'd decide in the morning, after she'd talked to Tyler. She drifted off to sleep.

Alexis woke early the next morning, checked to make sure that Les was still sleeping, and went downstairs to her study. Breathing deeply, she punched in Tyler's number on her phone.

After four rings, she was ready to hang up, convinced that Tyler saw that it she who was calling and was ignoring her. As she was lowering the receiver, she heard a voice.

"Ugh...hello?" said Tyler, his voice thick with sleep.

"Oh, Tyler, I'm so sorry. I've awoken you. This is Alexis, by the way."

"I know who it is," Tyler said with amusement in his voice.

"Well, you gave me your number so I thought that I'd give you a call..." Less than eight hours after you left him, you idiot? Alexis chastised herself.

"I'm glad you did," Tyler answered. "Last night was pretty OK."

"Oh, Tyler, for me as well," Alexis gushed. "Could we maybe...sometime...get together again?"

"Absolutely. Look, you know that Andy and Marian are gone all weekend, so could you get away from your husband? We could really get to know each other."

Alexis sucked in a deep breath. She wanted nothing more. But she had to figure out a way to shake Les. I'll work that out, she thought. Anything to see this kid again.

"Give me two hours and I'll be over," she told Tyler.

"OK," he replied. "I'm going back to sleep. Door will be open just in case."

"I'll see you soon, Tyler."

There was only one person who could help her with her dilemma. She placed another call. "Hello, Mummy...yes, it is early...I'm fine; actually, I'm better than fine..." and proceeded to tell her mother all about Tyler and their subsequent night together. She had little trouble convincing her mother to cover for her; her mother simply could not stand Les and never missed a chance to remind him of that fact.

When Les came downstairs an hour later, he found Alexis sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. She was wearing jeans, another silk top, and a pair of knee-high suede boots. She had an overnight bag on the floor beside her. Les was wearing a robe that couldn't quite close around his hairy belly.

"What's all this, Alexis?" he asked.

"Oh, honey," she said, "Mummy's having trouble with her husband. She wants me to come for the weekend for some moral support."

"She's always having trouble with her husband. Or, should I say, husbands. What is this, number four?"

"It's number three, Les. And I know you two don't get along. But she's my mother and she needs me."

"But what about me? I have needs, too," said Les in his all-too-familiar whine.

"Les, you'll be fine. You can order in or go out."

"I was talking about...other kinds of needs," Les leered. Alexis shuddered. But she knew she couldn't completely alienate him.

"Well, Les, we don't have time for sex, but come over here and I'll jerk you off."

"What about a blowjob?"

"No—I don't have time to reapply my make-up. Hand job or nothing."

"OK," he said sullenly as he approached Alexis. He unbelted his robe and stood proudly before her. Alexis almost burst out laughing. His penis, only about an inch long when flaccid, was hidden by his gut. She literally could not see it.

Gritting her teeth, Alexis reached under his gut and circled his penis with her index finger and thumb. That was all she ever needed.

"Oh, that's good baby," Les groaned. "You're so good to Daddy." Alexis grimaced and sped up her strokes. She had to get away from him.

"Oh, yeah—stroke that beast," Les moaned. "Here it comes, baby—gonna blow a load for you." With that, Les ejaculated. His "load" consisted of three feeble droplets of thin, watery semen.

Her duty done, Alexis jumped up and rushed to the sink to wash one of the droplets off of her hand. It was disgusting. "Gotta go, Les—I'll see you tomorrow night." She rushed to the door that opened into the garage. She had barely gotten it closed when she exploded in laughter. Daddy? Beast? Load? Holy shit.

After a quick stop on the way over, she was still chuckling when she pulled into the lot at Tyler's. She was relaxed, with none of the apprehension she had felt the night before. She walked up the stairs and knocked on Tyler's door. Several minutes passed and she again began to worry. What if he had had second thoughts and left, not wanting to see her? She remembered he'd said the door would be open, so she tried the knob. It turned easily and the door swung open. She hesitantly stepped inside.

"Tyler?" she called softly. "Are you here?" She made her way past the kitchen, through the dining room, and into the living room. No sign of Tyler. She walked down the hall to his bedroom. The door was open, and the sight inside took Alexis's breath away.

Tyler was asleep. One arm was over his head, the other lying across his stomach. He was only partially covered by a sheet. One leg was visible, as was his cock, which ran two-thirds the way down his thigh. His body looked as if it were carved from marble. Alexis could not get over the contrast between the man she had just left, Les, and the man who she had come to see. One was flabby with a tiny penis. The other was a finely-tuned athlete with a monster cock. Alexis smiled as she made the comparison. Les had a penis—a pee-pee, really—and Tyler had a cock.

Alexis moved silently to the bed as Tyler slept on. His breathing was deep and regular. Alexis got to her knees and watched Tyler's cock. It seemed to throb in time to his heartbeat. She reached out and started to rhythmically graze it with her fingernails. 

Her ministrations began to have an effect on Tyler, and he was soon semi-hard. Alexis upped the ante by stroking him with her fingertips and blowing lightly on his cock. Several minutes later he was fully erect, his cock jutting proudly skyward. He was still asleep, still breathing deeply and regularly.

Alexis lightly grasped him at the base of his cock. At 5' 11", she had large hands for a woman, but it was still all she could do to wrap her hand around him. Again she compared to Les, whose pee-pee she could circle with her thumb and index finger, her thumb overlapping up to her second knuckle. She took a tentative lick at the head of Tyler's cock. She gently eased her mouth over its head, licking at it with her tongue.

Tyler was now stirring. Alexis ran her other hand up and down his lean, muscular torso. She started bobbing up on down on his cock, jacking the lower half that she couldn't take in her mouth. Tyler was now fully awake.

"Lexi?"

She silenced him by placing two fingers on his lips. "Lay back and enjoy, my beautiful young stud," she whispered.

Alexis was an accomplished cocksucker. Her ex-husband would often make her service him that way, and she came to realize that if she got him off that way, she would be able to postpone actual sex with him. 

She continued stroking and sucking Tyler for almost ten minutes. Her other hand caressed his nipples and ass. Tyler was moaning in ecstasy.

"That's so good, Alexis," he whispered. "Suck me...oh, yes...my beautiful cocksucker...I'm getting close..."

Alexis sped up her sucking, determined to get him off. She looked him in the eyes and smiled. The smile seemed to set Tyler off. "Cumming..." he groaned.

Jet after jet of thick, creamy semen coated the back of Alexis's throat. She was determined to swallow every drop. Again, the inevitable comparison to Les. Again, Les coming up short. 

Tyler's spurts slowed, then came to a stop. "Wow," he breathed. "That's a hell of a wake-up call. I'd take that over an alarm clock anytime. Sorry I wasn't awake when you got here. I'm usually flat-out during the week so I try to catch some extra rest on the weekend. Speaking of rest, would you care to strip and join me?"

"I'd like nothing better, but I think that I'd better go brush my teeth first. I'll be back in a minute."

When she returned, Tyler's mouth dropped open. Alexis was wearing a lace fishnet chemise and matching G-string.

"Holy shit—your husband is one lucky man if you walk around the house dressed like that."

Alexis snorted. "Yeah, as if I'd dress like this for my husband. I bought it this morning. For you," she said, biting her lip. "You really like it?"

"Oh, yeah, I like it. Now get over here so I can take a really close look at it." Tyler reached out, grabbed Alexis's hand, and pulled her on top him. Alexis giggled. "Let me return the favor," Tyler said, as he slid down between her legs. He rolled the chemise up to Alexis's belly and slid down her G-string. "God, you have the most incredible ass," he said. "Lean forward. Grab the headboard."

Tyler hooked his arms around her upper thighs. He began running his thumb up and down her slit. Alexis shuddered. "Ooh, that feels good," she whispered. Tyler used his other thumb to part her labia. He gently blew on her inner lips while continuing to stroke her. Alexis gasped and was very still. "Oh, oh, oh," she panted, riding out the mini-orgasm. Tyler began to lick her, long, slow stokes of his tongue up and down her slit. Alexis threw her head back and had another orgasm. Tyler attacked her clit, lashing it with short strokes. "Uh, uh, uh," Alexis moaned incoherently. She began to shake her head back and forth. 

For almost ten minutes Tyler continued to lick her. Alexis had two more orgasms. The pleasure was overwhelming. "Tyler...Tyler...oh, oh, oh, just like that, honey, just like that, oh, keep licking me, you beautiful young god...TYLER!!!!!" she screamed as her biggest orgasm yet hit. She dropped her head between her arms.

"No more, Tyler...no more...I can't take any more..." She removed her hands from the headboard and slid down to where Tyler lay. "Oh, God," she said, both laughing and crying. "Oh, God." She curled into Tyler's arms and lay her head on his chest. Soon both were dozing.

Tyler again awoke to find Alexis's mouth anchored to his cock. "I'm sorry, baby, I know you wanted to rest, but I can't get enough of this gorgeous cock!" Alexis smiled.

"Let's do this right," said Tyler, grasping her under her arms and pulling her toward him. "Ride me."

Alexis didn't need a second invitation (or command). She threw her leg over Tyler and placed her hands on his chest. She slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch until their pelvises met.

"Wow," said Tyler.

"What?"

"You're the first one who's ever taken all of it."

Alexis grinned proudly. With her hands still on his chest, she began to rock back and forth. Tyler's hands roamed her body.

"God, Lexi, you have such beautiful abs...look at them flexing like that..." He was silenced as Alexis bent down to give him a deep, soulful kiss, their tongues swirling together. "Ride me, baby," Tyler directed. Alexis picked up her pace. 

"God, your cock feels good, baby," she moaned. "I love your cock..."

"You'll do anything for my cock, won't you, Lexi?"

"Anything..." she moaned through her orgasm.

Tyler reached underneath and grabbed Alexis's tight ass. Sliding his hands down her thighs, he pulled her legs forward and eased her onto her back. His cock still filled her. Tyler and Alexis looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"Yes, young stud," breathed Alexis. "Make me yours."

Palms flat on either side of Alexis, supporting himself with his arms, Tyler began to rhythmically pound away at Alexis. It was rougher than he had been before. He was claiming her, making her his. Alexis wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her arms clutched his shoulders.

"Just like that, my beautiful man," moaned Alexis.

"Who's your man?" Tyler demanded.

"You are. I'm yours. Completely."

"And who's my gorgeous little slut?"

"I am. I'm your slut. Your little fucktoy. I'll do anything for you." Alexis was lost in lust for her young stud.

Tyler continued his assault on Alexis. A light sheen of perspiration filmed their bodies.

"God, you are so sexy...so masterful," panted Alexis. "Just like that...keep fucking me...just like that...so close...YESSSSS!!! Oh, my beautiful young god!"

Convinced of her complete submission, and his dominance, Tyler came with a roar. "HERE IT COMES, MY LITTLE SLUT!" he growled as he pumped jet after jet of potent seed into her.

Collapsing on his back, he pulled Alexis tightly to him. Alexis felt so good, so safe in his arms, and was thrilled that she had pleased her man.

They lay motionless for ten minutes. Finally Tyler spoke. "Lexi, if we keep this up without eating, we're liable to kill ourselves. Hungry?"

"God, yes. Famished."

"OK. Why don't you shower and I'll see what I can rustle up?"

"Or why don't we shower together and I'll see what I can make for you?"

Tyler jumped out of bed and pulled Alexis to her feet. "Well, in the interest of water conservation..." 45 minutes later, the hot water gone, they emerged from the shower. Alexis had stroked, sucked, and fucked Tyler, and he had given her more orgasms than she could count. Or maybe it was one continuous orgasm—she couldn't tell and didn't care.

Alexis put on a short silk robe with nothing on underneath. Tyler put on a pair of bikini briefs that showed his cock and ass to perfection. Alexis thought that might be even sexier than Tyler naked—giving just a glimpse of his assets would keep her permanently on edge.

They entered the kitchen. Tyler turned to Alexis with an apologetic smile. "Andy was supposed to go food shopping but, as usual, he was too busy fucking Marian to actually get to the store. Let me see what we've got." He opened the refrigerator and peered inside. 

"OK. I can make tomato and cheese omelets and we've got some bread. Can you handle toaster duty?"

"It's a tall order, but I think I can muddle through," smiled Alexis, catching the loaf of bread she tossed his way. Tyler made quick work of the omelets, and they sat at the kitchen table to eat.

"Lexi, when I said that we could use the weekend to get to know each other, I didn't just mean sexually. I really do want to know about your life. Give me your life story, condensed or uncondensed."

"Well," began Alexis, "I grew up in a medium-sized town about 75 miles from here. Daddy was a foreman for a construction company, Mummy was a stay-at-home mom. Middle-, lower-middle class, I guess. We didn't really want for anything, but there wasn't much in the way of extras—no exotic vacations or anything like that.

"Daddy...Daddy died when I was 11," Alexis said, her eyes filling with tears. Tyler reached out and covered her hand with his. "He was on the job, and he was doing a job no one should have been doing. A piece of a crane broke off, and he went up the crane with a torch to try to weld it back on. Madness to begin with, and then a thunderstorm rolled in. He tried to get down, but...but...lightning hit the crane and he was electrocuted."

"Lexi, I'm so sorry."

"Not your fault," said Alexis, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Believe it or not, we were actually better off financially after he died. Daddy was a big believer in insurance and his company, fearing a lawsuit, gave us a very generous settlement. So all of a sudden, we were upper-middle class.

"Mummy and I, as you can imagine, became very close after that. We stayed that way until I was 18, when she remarried. I couldn't stand the guy, and began acting out all over the place. Refused to go to college and took up with my ex-husband. He was out of a job more than he was in one, so it was down to me to support us. I was usually working two jobs at a time. My ex was always emotionally abusive, but I had no frame of reference, so I didn't really know that that wasn't right. Then...the last couple of years I was with him...he was physically abusive."

Tyler slid his chair over to Alexis, scooped her up, put her in his lap, and held her in his arms. "It's OK, baby," he said in a soothing voice.

"Then one day Mummy and her husband—her new husband, husband number three, a good guy, actually—unexpectedly showed up at our house. They saw the bruises on my arms and I had a black eye. They got me out of there and rented me an apartment here. My ex-husband went to their house, demanding to know where I was. Mummy's husband faced him down with a Glock 17. He told him that if they or I ever saw him again, well...let's just say my ex was a real tough guy with a skinny woman, but wasn't so brave when he came up against a man."

"So that's it," mused Tyler.

"What's it?"

"I couldn't understand why someone as beautiful and intelligent as you are could be so timid and lacking in confidence. Living with someone like that for, what? Fifteen years? Man."

"Yes, well, I've been in therapy for the past ten years to deal with it. I *think* I'm getting better, but..."

"So what's your life like now?" asked Tyler.




Alexis and Tyler Ch. 03



Alexis sat, spent, on Tyler's lap. She had her arms around his neck and her head was hanging between them. Their bodies were slick with sweat. They had just fucked for close to an hour, Alexis riding her teenage lover's cock.

"Oh, God, baby," she groaned. "That just about killed me. But so, so good."

Tyler cupped her asscheeks and picked her up. He carried her into the living room and laid her down on the couch. "Rest," he said as he sunk into a chair, his cock flopped over his thigh.

"OK, Tyler—your turn," said Alexis. "Life story, condensed or uncondensed."

"All right. I was gonna wait to tell you this, but I might as well do it now, so you can make up your mind about what you want to do.  I've gotta warn you up front that there's some stuff that you might think is weird or won't make sense. I think it will eventually, but..."

"Just tell me, honey. But would you come lie down with me?" Alexis moved to the edge of the couch, allowing Tyler to spoon her from behind.

"OK...here goes. When I was five years old, my parents had me go through a lot of testing. Intelligence tests, physical fitness, like that. When they got the results, they sat me down and told me that I was a special person. I know that all parents tell their kids that, but their definition of "special" was different than most. What they meant was that I was a "superior" person.

"My parents...were extraordinary people. My father was like this Greek god and my mother his goddess. She worshipped him. He was intelligent—God, he was smart, and my mother equally so. They exuded this magnetism, magnetism that went well beyond their obvious physical gifts. Hold on, let me show you a photo of them."

Tyler reached behind him to a table displaying several framed photos. He grabbed one and reached across Alexis to display the photo for her.

Alexis's breath caught in her throat. She was looking at two of the most gorgeous people she had ever seen in her life. They were at the beach. Tyler's father was an older version of Tyler—tall, ripped, and devastatingly handsome. He was sitting with his arm around Tyler's mother, who was turned sideways with both of her arms around Tyler's father, looking at him with a combination of adoration and submission. She was tall, blonde, and very sexy. And in front of them...

"Awww, Tyler, is that you? You look so cute. I can see where you got your physical gifts. Your parents are gorgeous. Where's Andy?"

"I'll get to that. So, yeah, my parents were special people. Smarter and better looking than about 98% of the people on the planet.

"Kind of like you and me," he said under his breath.

"Anyway, my parents told me that I was a superior person. They said that that was nothing to be self-conscious about; it was something to take pride in. And they raised me that way. I do not suffer fools gladly. I work to stay in shape and loathe those who don't. That sounds arrogant, I suppose, but, again, it's the way I was raised."

"What about Andy?" asked Alexis. "Was he raised that way as well?"

"Andy?" Tyler smirked. "There's nothing special about him. My parents knew that by the time he was five. I mean, I'm grateful that he kept me out of foster homes, but..."

"But Marian said he's got a big cock and he gives her the best sex she's ever had..."

"First, Marian must have trouble with spatial relations, because Andy may be five inches erect, if he's lucky. And I've seen them having sex. They think that they're giving me a show by leaving Andy's door open. Marian's OK-- with the right man she could be very good-- but he's laughable. No, what Andy has is a smooth line of bullshit that serves him well in sales, but there's nothing behind it. He's literally an empty suit."

Alexis was a bit taken aback by Tyler's arrogance. She hadn't seen this side of him. She was taken aback, but was turned on even more. She reached behind her and began stroking his cock.

"So that's part of my story, Lexi," Tyler said. "Thoughts?"

"It makes sense to me," she said promptly. "I mean, here you are, raised by obviously superior people, and obviously superior yourself...gorgeous body, incredibly intelligent, a masterful lover...how did that come about?"

"Well, you've got to understand that I was only five when my parents told me about the concept of superior people. I was interested in mythology, so I came to think of my parents as gods. Well, my father was a god, and my mother his goddess. Anyway, when I was twelve, a friend of my mother's took me to her bed. And she taught me how to give and receive pleasure. For four years she taught me. I came to realize that she was a goddess."

Alexis shivered. "It sounds so sexy..."

"So it's not off-putting? What some might call arrogant? You still want to be with me?"

"Baby, feel my slit. I am absolutely gushing." Tyler draped his arm over her waist and confirmed that fact. "And it appears that you're a bit excited as well," she said, stroking his rock-hard cock. Alexis swung her legs over the side of couch and dropped to her knees. She pulled Tyler into a sitting position. She looked at him with serious eyes.

"I want to worship your superior cock."

She gripped him with both hands and began planting little kisses on his cock's head. She licked and cooed. Tyler gripped her long hair in one hand so that he could watch her ministrations. Alexis sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue over his sensitive slit. Tyler shivered.

"So good, Lexi," he murmured.

Alexis began jacking his cock as she sucked on Tyler's cockhead. Long, slow strokes. She licked and sucked at his heavy balls. She was absolutely submissive. She stared up at Tyler the whole time his cock was on her tongue. She dug her hands into his tight little ass. She put her hand up on his chest as a sign of weakness and submission. She was on her knees worshiping his cock and body. 

"Oh, just like that...just like that, baby...yes, worship that big cock..."

Alexis was rubbing her hand over Tyler's eight-pack when she felt the muscles tense. She knew he was close. She started to suck deeper and harder again. She bobbed her head faster and with more intensity. She was trying her best to summon her young stud's seed; for it to splash inside her mouth and coat the insides of her throat. 

"CUMMMING..."

Alexis felt the giant spurts of hot bittersweet cum splash inside her mouth, then another and another until her mouth was full of it. Globs of semen which managed to escape her mouth landed around her lips... on her nose and cheeks. After savoring every taste and smell, she opened up her throat and allowed most of her teenage lover's seed to slide down.

"Oh, baby..." whispered Tyler. "That was so good." He pulled Alexis from her knees and cradled her on his lap.

"I love your cock, Tyler," said Alexis. "I meant what I said about worshipping it." __________________________________________________ Late Saturday afternoon, Lexi was lying in Tyler's arms after another round of mind-blowing sex. He nuzzled her hair and ran his hands down her body. She thrilled to his touch.

"Lexi, did you bring a potato sack?"

"Huh?"

"I really need to study for a couple of hours, and you in a potato sack might be the only thing that won't distract me." Lexi giggled. "Of course, love—it'll be hard, but I'll leave you alone for a couple of hours. Do you want me to leave?"

"Oh, hell, no," said Tyler. "You can watch a movie or something."

"I'll just read. I brought a couple of books," Lexi said, getting out of bed and giving Tyler a sensational view of her tight ass. "Can I just curl up with you and read?" She pulled a book out of her overnight bag.

"Are you kidding me?" asked Tyler when he got a look at the title of the book.

"What?"

"You're reading a textbook on string theory?" he asked, motioning to her obviously well-used copy of String Theory and M-Theory: A Modern Introduction.

"Um, yeah," Lexi said bashfully. "It interests me."

"How did you get interested in it?"

"Well, that part's a little embarrassing," she said. "It's because of 'The Big Bang Theory'".

"Great show," said Tyler. "So do you understand it?"

"Yes, I think so. Obviously, there's stuff that *no one* understands about it, but the textbook makes sense to me."

"Lexi, the guys who work on string theory on that show have IQs of over 175. Have you ever taken an IQ test?"

"Well, I've taken a couple online. I don't know how valid they are."

"What were your scores?" "167 on one and 170 on the other."

This is the woman I've been looking for, thought Tyler. She could be a goddess.

They read in companionable silence for almost two hours, pausing occasionally to run their hands over each other's toned bodies, Alexis idly stroking her young stud's massive cock.

"God, Lexi, that feels good."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Tyler," she said with a wicked grin on her face. "I'm distracting you from your studies."

Tyler gritted his teeth as the speed of her stroking increased. "Oh, fuck," he muttered.

"Oh, baby," Lexi cooed. "Look how big and hard you are. So much bigger than my fat-ass husband. Your teenage cock is so superior to his."

"Jesus, Lexi," Tyler hissed. "Keep stroking."

"Look at my wedding ring moving up and down your cock. Ooh, it's so naughty. Do you like your married slut jerking you off?"

Tyler only moaned.

"You gonna blow a big load for your married slut?"

Alexis knew he was close. She bent over him and began sucking his nipple. With a groan, Tyler blew. Alexis hadn't actually seen him cum before—he had always cum in her cunt or mouth. She couldn't believe the amount of seed he produced. Long ropes of semen covered his torso. Gleefully, Alexis cleaned him up with her tongue.

"God, you're so sexy," she sighed.

The weekend passed all too quickly for Alexis. Between bouts of steamy, exquisite sex, she discovered that she and Tyler were not only sexually compatible, but emotionally and intellectually as well. They shared a love of P.J. O'Rourke, Bill Murray, and Pete Townshend. Both were small government conservatives, and both loathed the way the Republicans had sold out to the religious right. Quite simply, she was falling in love.

Late Sunday afternoon, they were watching an episode of one of their favorite shows, "Friday Night Lights", and eating Italian takeout when Alexis's phone rang. They were naked, as they had been pretty much had been since Alexis had arrived. She checked the caller ID. "Mummy," she said to Tyler as he hit "Pause" on the remote.

"Hi, Mummy," she said cheerfully. "Oh, it's great...he's such a stud...his body is gorgeous, and his cock...MUMMY! No, I'm not going to...OK—nine inches...Yes, really...What? Les called there? Oh, I'm so sorry, Mummy...he's such an idiot...OK, thanks for covering for me...Love you."

She ended the call to see Tyler looking at her in disbelief. "What?" asked Alexis.

"You told your mother about me?"

Instantly Alexis returned to her timid state. "I'm sorry, Tyler—was that wrong of me?"

"No, no," he reassured her. "I'm just kind of surprised that you'd tell your mother about your sex life."

"Well," replied Alexis, "she knows how horrible my sex life is with Les, so I figured that I should tell her how good it is with you."

"That's pretty cool that your mother and you are that close," said Tyler.

"It is, and I regret every day that I missed with her while I was with my ex. But anyway, Les freaking called her house. She can't stand him, and he knows that I have my cell with me. What an idiot. I suppose that I'd better call him."

"All right, Alexis, here's where it starts. Don't indulge his nonsense. None of his whining. Time for you to take what you want. You ready?"

"I am," she said with a determined look on her face. "Will you hold me while I call?" "Of course." Tyler pulled her between his legs, her back to him. She could feel his cock between her asscheeks. He folded his arms around her. Alexis leaned back, one lithe arm around his neck. She blew out her breath and punched in a number.

"Hello, Les," she said somewhat coldly. "Why are you calling Mummy when you know I've got my cell? In fact, why are you calling me at all? You what? You called for that? I cannot believe this...Les, stop whining. Deal with it. I'll be home in a couple of hours. Don't call me again, and don't call Mummy, either. Goodbye."

Alexis turned to Tyler. "How did I do?"

"Beautifully, baby. But what did he want?"

"You're not going to believe this," Alexis said, her voice somewhere between amusement and disgust. "He couldn't get the lid off a jar. As if I could do anything about it. But, no, with no staff at the house on the weekend, he has to whine to someone about it. Jesus, he really is pathetic. It's taken meeting you to really get that through my head. But what do I do about it?"

"We'll figure it out."

"Much as I hate to, I really should be getting home, Tyler. Will you make love to me before I go?"

Tyler picked her up and carried her in his arms to his bedroom. Gently laying her on the bed, he looked deeply into her eyes. 

"You are an incredible woman, Lexi."

Tears glistened in her eyes. "Take me, Tyler."

Tyler mounted her, gently easing his engorged member into her. For a minute he remained motionless, and they both savored the feeling—Alexis the full feeling of her teenage lover's cock, and Tyler the enveloping warmth of his mature beauty's cunt.

Tyler began to slowly ease his cock in and out of his married lover. Alexis cupped his tight little ass in her hands, gently encouraging him. Their eyes locked as they mated.

"Oh, you're so good, Tyler...you feel so good...I love your cock, baby...so big..."

"God, Lexi, you're so sexy...do you have any idea how sexy you are? Do you know how sexy we look right now? Take a look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

"Oh, Tyler...I see your tight little ass flexing as you fuck me. So fucking sexy..."

"Do you see your long legs wrapped around me? Do you see a beautiful older woman getting fucked by a young stud?"

"Yesssss...oh, love, I'm going to cum...going to cum...cumming..."

Alexis buried her face in Tyler's neck as she rode out her orgasm. When she recovered, she simply said, "Your turn."

Tyler picked up his pace. He began to slam his huge cock in and out of Alexis. She spurred him on with her heels.

"That's it, baby—fuck me. Use me. Use my married body for your pleasure. Fuck me and cum in me."

They were no longer making love. This was hardcore fucking. If anything, it was even sexier than before. Sweat glistened on their bodies, highlighting their toned physiques.

"That's it, Tyler...fuck me...make me yours...I'm yours...fuck me...never stop fucking me...cum for me, baby..."

Tyler growled and went rigid. Every sinewy muscle in his body stood out in bold relief. "Cumming," he gasped.

Jet after jet of cum shot from his cock. Alexis actually felt that she could feel them hitting her womb. He seemed as though he would never stop cumming.

Eventually, he collapsed into Alexis's arms. They lay together silently, basking in the afterglow.

"Hmmm..." Alexis purred. "I really, really, REALLY don't want to go home. I love being with you." "And I'm very much in like with you, Lexi." "OK...here's Lexi leaving. God, I'll miss you. Can we do it again?" "Again and again and again," said Tyler. "Do you need to take a shower?"

"Oh, I probably should, but no. I want your scents—all of them—on me as long as possible." She stood and slid on her jeans. It seemed to take forever for her to ease them up her long, slim legs. She pulled a silk tank-top over her head and shook out her hair. She bent over and kissed Tyler lightly on the lips.

"Until next time, my beautiful man. I'll let myself out." As she reached Tyler's doorway, he spoke to her.

"Lexi?"

"Yes, love?"

"Clear eyes," he said.

"Full hearts," she replied with a smile.

"Can't lose," they said together. Alexis blew him a kiss and left.