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Amorous Amblings Ch. 01

By: Joe F.



When she knocked on the door I had just gotten out of the shower and was still dripping wet. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and ran to answer the door. I yanked the door open and was met with the sight of a young woman probably a couple of years older that myself. She had a large friendly smile on her lips and in her hand she was holding what appeared to be a chocolate cake. 

I looked her up and down, and then I said, ”Hi.” 

She was blonde, probably five foot five or six, with large breasts and what looked to be a very nice ass. She was wearing a maternity smock so I figured that she was probably pregnant, although if she was, she was not too far along. “Very nice!” I thought to myself.

She said, “Hi yourself. My name is Carol and I figured that I would welcome you to the neighborhood.” And she thrust the cake at me.

I took the cake from her hands and said, “Thanks, I’m Mickey.” Not knowing exactly what to do I just stand there like a wooden Indian for a moment before asking, “Ya want to come in?”

She said, “Sure, but just for a minute.” She brushed past me into the house and walked briskly into the dinning room where she sat down in one of the chairs.

I followed her into the dining room, and deposited the cake on the table. I stood there awkwardly for a minute or more taking in her appearance. It wasn’t every day that I was yanked out of the shower by an attractive young woman. 

Carol’s blonde hair was pulled back in a small ponytail. Her face was girlishly round with large soft eyes, a pug nose covered in freckles and pouting lips that were covered with bright red lipstick. As I looked at her a small smile formed on her lips, her whole face seemed to light up and she said conversationally, “Nice place you have here.” 

The sound of her voice startled me from my reverie. I felt somewhat embarrassed at being caught staring. I quickly looked away from her and replied lowly, “Thanks.” Then trying to be a good host I asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

She responded, “Sure, what do you have?”

I told her that I had some coffee but it was cold and I would have to heat it up. Or I had some coke in the fridge.

She responded with an innocent smile and a chuckle, “Do you have anything stronger?”

Taken aback, I stood there for a second before replying, “Sure, we have some beer in the fridge. Or I think that my parents have some hard stuff in the cabinet. Bourbon or vodka I think.”

“A bourbon and coke would taste nice.” She said. “Unless you don’t want to fix me one.” She continued, her lips forming a small pout.

I said, “No, it’s no problem. Bourbon and coke it is.” And I got up and walked to the kitchen.

The bourbon was in the cabinet and so was the vodka. I grabbed a coffee cup out of the cabinet and filled it about half full of a combination of the two liquors then topped it off from a bottle of coke from the fridge. I poured a little bit of booze in a cup for myself and filled that cup up with coke too. Popping in a couple of ice cubes from the fridge I deemed the drinks ready.

I carried the drinks into the dining room and handed one to Carol. She took a sip, grimaced slightly and said, “Whew, that’s kind of strong. Are you trying to get me drunk?”

I stammered in reply, “No, I’m just not too good at mixing drinks. If it’s too strong for you I can dump some of it out and put some more coke in it.”

She giggled softly and then responded, “No, that’s alright. I’ll just sip it slow.” She took a long sip from the drink, sat the cup down and said, “Now sit down and tell me about yourself. Do you always answer the door dripping water on the floor and with your pants unzipped?”

“No,” I responded embarrassed and reached down to zip up my pants.

“That’s alright.” She said, “I’ve seen dicks before. I’ve got a couple of kids and another in the oven.” And she patted her slightly protruding belly before continuing, “I guess you already figured that out.”

Slightly flustered by the turn of the conversation I responded with, “Yeah I thought you might be pregnant.”

Carol said, “Yeah, thirteen weeks along and fat as a tick.” She giggled lightly, took another healthy slug of booze and launched into a diatribe on what it was like to be pregnant, before segueing into the trials and tribulations of being a wife. She must have been starved for conversation because the only time she stopped talking was when she paused occasionally to take a drink from her cup.

I didn’t really think that she looked that pregnant. She may have had just a slight pooch to her stomach, but that wasn’t even noticeable if you weren’t looking for it. All in all she was a very delectable dish with soft sweet skin and boobs that could raise the desire of even the most jaded of observers. My eyes traveled over her body taking in the obvious wonders of her physique finally coming to rest on her cute face. Looking into her eyes I could sense a mischievous twinkle and then a small wink. The wink somehow embarrassed me and I looked away, looking down at the half empty drink in my hand. I tried desperately to keep my attention on my cup and folded hands. I never quite succeeded though as my attention was continually recaptured by the vivacity of her conversation and the arm movements she habitually used

Carol did most of the talking, which seemed to be something that she was very comfortable doing. For my part I was quite comfortable sitting there quietly watching her animated conversation. Taking in the way her arms moved when she made a point and the way her jugs jiggled when she swung her arms. My only contribution to the conversation other than ogling her was responding with a “Yeah” or “sure” when it seemed appropriate. The rest of the time I was content to gaze spellbound at her big tits and wonder what they must feel like.

The time was either passing very quickly or Carol was sipping her drink very fast because it wasn’t too long before she waved her hand across my field of vision and asked, “Hey there, yoo-hoo, can I have another drink?” 

“Huh? Yeah sure, whatever you want. I’ll get you one right now.” I responded and rose from my seat. I walked around the table and when I leaned over to pick up Carol’s cup she leaned toward me slightly and I got a good view down her smock. The top couple of buttons appeared to have come undone while we talked and exposed a few inches of her creamy cleavage to my wandering gaze.

“Just make me another of the same.” She said, smiling at me disarmingly.

Yeah, no problem.” I replied as I tore my eyes away from her heaving mounds.

In the kitchen I pulled out the booze and splashed a liberal dollop of both liquors into her cup before topping the concoction off with coke. I began to daydream of the lovely velvet skin of her tits, but I was quickly brought out of my reverie by the sound of a voice directly behind me. “How old are you?” the voice inquired.

Startled, I turned to find carol standing close behind me. “Nineteen” I replied before continuing, “Why do you ask? How old are you?”

“Just curious. And you should never ask a woman her age, but for your information I’m twenty five.” She said, and then continued with, “I hope you don’t mind if I stand for a while. Sitting for a long time is uncomfortable on this old fat belly of mine.” She patted her stomach and then continued, “But anything is uncomfortable these days. Sitting, standing, laying down, it all hurts. My stomach is fat and my tits are so swollen that I have to buy new bras almost every week.” 

I handed her the fresh drink and she took a sip from her it before continuing, “This bra has seen its better days and I just got it a couple of weeks ago. Right now I feel like it is cutting off the blood to my brain.” She chuckled and took another long drink.

“You’re not fat.” I said.

“Sure I am.” She said before continuing, “Just look.” She sat her drink down on the kitchen table, turned toward me and pulled up her smock exposing a large expanse of slightly protruding stomach before rushing on, “I have to keep my pants unbuttoned all the time. I don’t want to buy pregnant pants yet, but I can’t button these jeans any more either.”

She raised the smock a little more, exposing some of her very impressive jugs. “See?” She asked. “See how the bra cuts into my breasts. It gets really uncomfortable after a few hours of wearing this thing. It’s like a torture machine.”

Not knowing why, I responded with, “Well why don’t you just loosen it up? Or just take it off?”

“Naw can’t do it. My tits would sag too much.” She replied with a wink before retrieving her drink and taking a healthy pull.

“I don’t think that they’d sag that much.” I responded. I reached my hand out and appreciatively weighed her exposed boob in my hand before continuing, “Yep, they feel pretty firm to me.”

I didn’t know if she was going to belt me or not. I didn’t really care either, the groping of her full and lovely boob had been worth the risk.

“You’re an ass hole. You know that?” She queried. She took another sip from her drink all the while gazing challengingly at me over the rim of her cup.

“Yep, you’re right, I’m an ass hole. Just call me ass hole from now on.” I replied.

She sputtered and I thought she was going to choke, but then a smile crept across her face and she said, “I’ll just do that. I think that we’re going to get along just fine.” She put her drink down again, turned around, raised her smock up and said, ”Now unhook me ass hole.”

I clumsily undid the clasp on her bra and released it to let it fall away. Carol dropped the smock down and raised her hands to rub her tortured breasts.

“That feels much better.” She purred.

For some reason the theme song from the movie “Born Free” began to play in my mind as I stepped closer and ran my arms around her. I placed my hands appreciatively on her large firm tits. She didn’t seem to object so I lightly squeezed the wonderful mounds and said dreamily, “Yeah, they do feel much better.” I pulled her tightly to me, pressing my swelling dick against her firm bottom.

Carol didn’t resist at all. As a matter of fact she seemed to push her ass against my cock as I continued to hold her tight and caress her tits.

“You shouldn’t be doing that you know. I’m an old married pregnant woman with two kids.” She said softly as she ground her ass against my shaft.

“Well I like old married women, they know how to take care of a man. Besides you don’t seem to mind at all.” I replied as I slipped my hands under her smock and began to knead her heaving breasts.

“You’re an ass hole.” She replied throatily.

“You’ve already told me that.” I responded as I kissed her lightly on the neck and began to trail my hands down her body. My hands moved slowly across her lightly bulging stomach, and down into the gap of her unfastened jeans. She pushed back against me as my fingers began to push between the fabric of her jeans and her bare skin.

“You shouldn’t do that.” She said huskily.

“Oh yeah I should.” I said as I trailed my tongue over her neck.

I pushed my fingers farther into her jeans. I was moderately surprised that she wasn’t wearing panties, but their absence made everything easier.

My fingers began to stroke her pubic hairs and a light moan escaped her lips. While I moved one hand farther into the thick growth of hair around her pussy, my other hand moved back up her body to massage her aching breasts.

“Whew that feels too good.” She gasped and she turned her head to place her lips to mine.

Our lips melted into single mass of writhing flesh. Her tongue darted into my mouth and commenced to writhe and joust with mine. I pushed my tongue against hers and forced it into her mouth where she avidly sucked on it as I stroked one large sensitive nipple, and then the other.

As one hand caressed Carol’s heaving breasts my other hand stroked her thick thatch of pubic hair. I felt her flesh quiver as I pushed my questing digits through the jungle of coarse hair covering her cunt. I touched the swollen lips of her slit and slid my fingers slowly down her steaming gash. 

Her cunt was hot and wet. Her clit was hard and protruding, I ran my fingers over its length before lightly pinching its head. I felt her legs quiver as I took her clitoris between my thumb and finger. At first I gently pinched it, slowly rolling its tip between my thumb and forefinger. Then I began gently stroking it like a small penis. Her body shook as I slowly stroked her hard, sensitive clit. 

“Mmmm, that feels good ass hole. I think you’ve done this before.” She gasped between kisses.

She put her hands on the waistband of her jeans and pushed her pants down her legs. “That should make it easier for you.” She said before smashing her lips to mine again.

I squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned audibly and I felt her body jerk against me. “Mmmmmph, ungh.” She gasped into my mouth and she suddenly pulled her lips from mine. “I gotta breathe.” She gasped raggedly. I felt her body quiver against me again as she tilted her head back against my shoulder and closed her eyes.

I ran my fingers down her slit, gently stroking her swollen labia lips. Her hole was drenched wet with her cum. I kept my thumb against her firm clit as I slowly inserted one finger after another into her until all four were buried deep in her pussy. I began to stroke in and out of her with my fingers as my thumb rotated slowly over her swollen clit.

My other hand gently massaged her breasts. Slowly moving over one massive mound, then moving to its equally enticing twin sister. Mapping their girth and length for future reference. It seemed that every inch of her massive mounds was sensitive to my touch. Every move of my fingers brought a shiver of desire from her body, or a gasp of passion from her lips.

“This is all wrong.” She gasped as her body shuddered in another orgasm and her juices flowed across my hand.

“Feels good to me.” I chuckled into her ear as I ran my hand over her swollen nipple.

“Ass hole.” She gasped raggedly.

“That’s me bitch.” I responded as I bit her lightly on the neck and continued to stroke my hand in and out of her huge cunt.

She ground her ass against my crotch more insistently with each passing second. Even though there was a thin layer of cloth between our bodies I knew that I was going to cum soon myself. I didn’t want to shoot my load in my pants, I desperately wanted to shoot it into her sweltering box.

I took my hand from her tit and moved it to my pants. I quickly unsnapped the waistband of my Levis and unzipped the fly. I reached into my pants, pulled my rigid cock, and put it between the soft flesh of the cheeks of her ass.

My iron hard shaft slid down the crack of her butt and came to rest against the puckered mouth of her anus. Carol pushed back against me as my cock made contact with her hot bottom. I felt the head of my dick begin to penetrate the hot passage of her asshole as she pushed insistently back against me. The precum at the tip provided just enough lubrication to allow the first few fractions of an inch to slide inside her hot ass.

Carol turned her head and viciously bit on my ear as she continued to push back against my cock. I rocked my hips forward and it slid in a little farther, but her ass was too tight to take much more of its length.

“Your too big.” She gasped. “Fuck my pussy first. We’ll try this later.” She promised breathlessly. She stood on her tiptoes as I redirected my cock down the crack of her ass until I felt it rub against the hand that was still stroking her cunt. 

I pulled my dripping fingers from her trembling twat and pushed the head of my dick inside. I pushed forward and managed to bury the head of my penis inside of her. She pushed back hard against me and whimpered softly in frustration, as no more than a couple inches of my hot meat would penetrate her sweltering cunt.

Grunting lightly Carol spread her legs as far apart as her partially removed pants would let her and bent forward to place her hands on the front of the stove. 

As Carol bent at the waist I reached down to help direct my raging meat into her gaping maw. I felt the heat of her cunt engulf the head of my swollen crank and pushed forward, effortlessly burying my dong to the hilt inside of her sweltering pussy.

I reach around her and grasped her pendulous breasts and began to stroke them. Her nipples were as rigid as glass, her skin as soft as silk. I had never felt such firmness in a woman’s breasts. I gripped them in my hands and stroked lightly them as I gently ran my dick in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

“Ungh, damn! Mmmmmph ungh oh shit ungh.” She grunted as I slowly stroked in and out of her. “Fuck me hard ass hole. I’m not a fucking virgin, and I won’t break.” She gasped.

I used her lovely tits like handles to help with the force of my strokes as I began to stroke my thick cock more rapidly in and out of her dripping hot cunt. Increasing the rhythm and force with each stroke into her hot hole. Before long the slap of my thighs against her ass echoed through the kitchen. It sounded like the violent spanking of an errant child, complete with the whimpering as Carol moaned and groaned with each stroke.

I squeezed her boobs cruelly and this sent her to a new level of passion. I felt her cunt shudder around my dick. She grunted gutturally as I continued to torture her breasts with my callused hands, turning her pale white skin a bright pink with the abrasion of my hard skin upon her velvet flesh.

“Mmmmmph, Mmmmmph ugh oh god.” She cried as I mercilessly spanked her ass with my groin on every stroke into her dripping cunt. Carol came again and then again. Her juices flowed onto my dick and down my balls, it felt like sweat running down my ball sack and onto my legs. 

I could barely feel the sides of her pussy after a few minutes, but I continued to pummel her defenseless pussy with the steel rod of my dick. I drove into her for minute after minute with what was for her exquisite torture.

“Keep going baby, keep fucking me, keep on fucking me.” She cried insistently. I began to lengthen my strokes until just the very head of my rock hard cock remained inside of her at the top of the stroke, and then I drove hard into her, finally bottoming out deep inside of her sweltering box. She grunted bestially at the completion of each stroke and whimpered like a child when I paused teasingly at the top of a stroke. 

At the top of one stroke I pulled back too far and my very rigid cock came out of her slick twat. At that time the old joke came into my mind, “What do you do in case of fallout? Re-insert and use shorter strokes.” I was about to reenter the gaping maw of her hot wet pussy when another alternative came to mind.

Grasping my thick throbbing meat in my hand I directed it against the puckered entrance to her ass and pushed. I slid effortlessly inside her an inch or so and then felt resistance so I pushed harder. The juices of Carol’s pussy had lubricated my shaft sufficiently to allow it to slide inside her tight hot ass hole and I pushed slowly and relentlessly into her until my balls rested against the cheeks of her ass.

“Your cock’s so big. It hurts!” Carol cried.

Alarmed I asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I love this kind of pain” She replied, “Just take it slow till I loosen up a bit.”

She took her hands from the range and put them on the cheeks of her ass, pulling them wide apart. “Move slowly ass hole. This should help us both.” She said with a breathless grunt.

I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her ass. Gently stuffing the tight cavity with my rock hard dick until it began to loosen up. Carol placed her hands back on the front of the range and I commenced to stroke into her with greater energy.

I ran my hands around her body and began to finger her dripping pussy as I plunged my oaken hard dick into her velvet anus. I felt her cum again as I rammed my cock into her dark hole, while I stroked her swollen clit with fingers that were slick with her copious cum.


Amorous Amblings Ch. 01



I stroked into her unrelentingly. The tightness of her ass around my raging cock was like heaven after the looseness of her sweltering vagina. I felt my dick begin to tingle as I reached the point of completion. I continued to drive my meat into her waiting ass while I fingered her slick cunt with my hands. I felt her buck against me as she reached another orgasm. I felt her plentiful juices course down my hand as the pressure in my groin began to build to a crescendo. I felt my balls tighten and red hot cum shot up my Johnson and erupted into her tight hot ass. I sent spurt after spurt into her waiting receptacle as she pushed back against me, grinding her ass against my groin with a wanton insistence.

Again and I thrust into her as my life giving seed spurted into her butt. But each vain stroke was weaker than the last until finally I stood with legs quivering, spent and empty.

I started to withdraw but she said, “No, leave it in me. I want to feel it get soft inside of me.”

I stood there silent but for my gasps for air, feeling my cock get progressively softer and smaller until it finally popped of its own accord out of her cum filled ass hole. Carol stood upright and reached for the dishtowel on the rack in front of the sink. She used it to wipe the juices from her ass and her legs before handing it to me. I wiped the light brown liquid from my cock and balls before tossing the soiled clot into the sink.

I reached around her and began to massage her lovely breasts again. She said, “Mmmm, that feels good.” Then she asked anxiously, “Is that clock on the stove right?”

I replied absently, “It’s about twenty minutes fast. Why?”

She replied, “Well I’ve got a husband to cook dinner for. And I’ve got two daughters coming home from school in about ten minutes.” She pushed my hands away from her wondrous tits as she continued, “Do me up ass hole, I have to get home.”

I fastened her bra as she hurriedly pulled her pants up. It was a shame to have her leave so soon, I was just getting going.

She smoothed her smock down and turned to face me. “That was very special.” She said as she put her arms around my neck. “We’ll have to do that again soon.” She chuckled and she kissed me softly on the lips. “Very soon.” She continued and she kissed me warmly and wetly one more time before hurrying for the door.

As she walked away I heard her yell, “Welcome to the neighborhood!” She laughed and I heard the door close behind her.



Amorous Amblings Ch. 02



I stood there stupidly for a minute with my dick at half-mast and my pants to my knees before an errant breeze wafting coolly across my genitals reminded me that I should get dressed. I pulled my pants up, put the cups in the sink, and walked to the bathroom for another shower.

The warm water cascading over my skin cleared my somewhat muddled mind. This thing with the neighbor lady was all so sudden and fast. One minute she is giving me a cake to welcome us to the neighborhood. The next minute I am giving it to her in the ass. Talk about whirlwind romances.

I heard the front door close about the time I was stepping out of the shower. "Are you home Mickey?" I heard my mother ask.

"Yeah Mom," I replied. "I'm in the shower."

"Ok." She said in response.

I dried myself and got dressed. I was stepping through the door as my Mother walked down the hall.

"You'd better zip your pants young man." She said as she passed me.

I reached down to pull up my zipper. "This is becoming a habit." I thought to myself. At least I was wearing underwear this time.

My mother stopped suddenly about two paces past me and said without turning, "You've got a girlfriend."

"What?" I replied dumbfounded.

"You've got a girlfriend." She repeated. She turned toward me and said again, "You have a girlfriend." She started walking back toward me and said as she walked, "A mother knows when her baby boy has a girlfriend. And I bet you're having sex too."

"What makes you think that?" I asked flabbergasted.

"Oh a Mother knows these things." She said airily as she continued to advance on me. "Now tell me where'd you meet her, at school, at work? Do I know her?" She asked before answering her own query, " Of course I don't know her."

This whole line of questioning made me very uncomfortable. I wanted to object to her inquiry into my personal life but all I could get out was, "Oh Mom."

She said, "Well if you aren't going to tell me, I guess I'll just have to torture it out of you." 

I responded, "You wouldn't." 

She responded, "I sure would."

I was horribly ticklish and I knew she intended to tickle the information out of me. With a devilish smile on her lips she advanced toward me. I tried to beat her to the punch, but she had her hands in the pits of my arms before I could fend her off. I responded by tickling her and before I knew it we had dropped to our knees and then we were both writhing on the floor, our fingers painfully probing at our most sensitive regions, and laughing outrageously.

Her hands moved over my sides and chest, probing incessantly at my ticklish spots. When I managed to push her hands away from my upper body, she responded by tickling the inside of my thighs. This began to make my dick hard so I put my hands to her upper body to push her away before she noticed my erection.

"How dare you grope me young man." She said gruffly.

Without even looking at my hands and knew that I had a firm hold on her small breasts. I could feel the fabric of her bra and the warmth of her bare skin. I realized that in our play my hands had slipped under her blouse and I was definitely feeling up my mother. Embarrassed I quickly extricated my hands from beneath her blouse.

"Gotcha!" she said triumphantly as she rolled me onto my back and straddled me so that she could mercilessly tickle me. She had me helpless and laughing as she continued to probe at the sensitive skin beneath my arms and down my sides.

This was a game that Mom and I had played all my life, sometimes she won and tickled me into submission, and sometimes it was her that had to yell "Uncle!" This time it was different for me though, maybe it was because I was still somewhat aroused by my tryst with Carol. Maybe it was just my having grown up. I don't really know the answer, but I do know that as she continued to straddle my hips and tickle me I continued to get extremely hard.

Mom's skirt had ridden up her thighs during our struggles, exposing her legs from her toes to the girdle. From my vantage I could see the clasps on the girdle that held the hose in place and a slight glimpse of the light skin of her legs above the tops of her dark colored hose. I thought that I could even see the white cotton panties that mom wore. The sight of my mother's crotch, even if it was well covered with the cloth of her panties, made my dick begin to rise faster, until to my embarrassment and consternation it stood at full attention and strained at the cloth of my jeans.

Only the thin membranes of the clothing we wore separated out genitals. My cock was poised directly against her pussy. I imagined that I could feel the wet warmth of her cunt against my dick. It was only by a superhuman self-control that I kept from involuntarily thrusting upwards towards her waiting twat.

She must have felt my dick pushing against her ass as she set astride it, but she never let on. She didn't even object when my hands casually caressed her boobs as I attempted to tickle her in reprisal to her attack on me. She also must have known that I wasn't really struggling too much once she was on top of me. If she did she didn't let on, and it must have been my imagination that she was a bit more flushed than usual too.

"Ok, ok." I said in way of indicating my surrender. She continued to tickle me and I said breathlessly, "Truce, ok? I'll tell you."

She stopped torturing me and sat back, pushing her butt against my now very rigid penis. She said, "Ok then tell me."

"Ok, I met her around the neighborhood." I said before continuing, "She's blonde, and very pretty, and that is all you're getting out of me." 

"Is she prettier than your mommy?" She asked, her hands prepared to continue the tickling.

"Nobody is prettier than you Mom." I responded defensively.

"That is the correct answer." She responded before continuing, "For that response you win your freedom young man."

She sat atop me for another few seconds. She closed her eyes and sighed lightly. "It is so long and hard these days." She said softly.

"What is?" I asked confusedly.

Her all too quick response was, "Oh the days. All my days are so long and hard anymore." 

She paused, opened her eyes and looked meaningfully at me before continuing, "You're Mom is getting old ya know Mick. Old, wrinkled and gray. I just don't have the energy I used to." She sighed again deeply and seemed to rest more of her weight against me as she continued to sit there.

"You're not old at all Mom." I said defensively. "And you're not wrinkled or gray at all." I continued.

She chuckled lightly, "Oh I have gray hairs, but you just never see them." she said meaningfully. "But you're a good boy for saying that to your old Mother." She said wistfully. She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips before continuing, "Thank you, you have made your old Mom feel much better."

It was probably my imagination but she seemed to put even more weight on my tortured penis as she straightened up and prepared to rise. She rose slowly, first raising her hips, then her upper torso and I caught a fleeting glimpse of cleavage as she pushed off with her arms. She stood above me and straightened her clothing, buttoning her blouse and pushing down her skirt. A wan smile crossed her lips as she looked down at me lying below her.

I continued to lie there for a few more seconds as got her self together. My cock was hard as steel and the bulge in my pants showed my very aroused state. Mom looked appraisingly at my crotch before extending her hand to help me to my feet.

"That'll show you whose boss around here." She said triumphantly.

A deep voice down the hall chimed in with, "Yeah, me."

Dad must have walked in during our wrestling match. "You two look like you're having fun there." He said. He looked at my crotch and continued, "Especially you Mick."

I turned red as a beet at being caught out. He just chuckled and put his arm around my shoulder. "It looks like our little boy has grown up Lisa." He said with a chuckle.

"Yep." Mom said, before gushing, "And he's got a girlfriend too." 

Dad said, "Well from the looks of it he needs one." Then he continued with, "Do you mind fixing dinner tonight Mick, while your Mom and I do a little relaxing?"

Relaxing was Dads code word for sex. Why he didn't just say sex I'll never know, but we all knew what he meant when he said that 'they were going to relax'.

I replied, "Sure. What do you want?"

"Whatever is handy Mick. It's your choice tonight." He replied absently as he led my unresisting mother relentlessly toward the bedroom.

The door clicked shut and I could hear my Mom gush, "Oh my, Jim. You're all ready for me aren't you?"

"I was born ready." He replied as I walked quickly from the hallway and into the kitchen to prepare our evening meal. I knew from experience that there was no rush, they were going to be in their bedroom for quite a while. They sometimes got so engrossed in the sex that they would forget to eat, that was a rare occurrence but it had been known to happen.

I decided that pork chops and baked potatoes would do and put them on to cook. I washed the dishes from Carol's visit and put them away. Then I walked to the dining room and retrieved the cake.

I cut myself a piece from the cake and took a bite. "Not too bad." I thought to myself as I consumed a large portion of the cake. Realizing that there would be a lot of explaining to do if either of my parents knew who had been here this afternoon I took the cake to the kitchen and put it on one of the shelves in the cupboard, hiding it behind a couple of boxes of cereal that neither Mom nor Dad liked.

I wasn't ashamed of having sex, nor having sex with Carol, even if she was a bit pregnant. I just didn't want to have to explain to my parents that I was screwing the pregnant older neighbor lady after knowing her maybe an hour. That would make her seem cheap and I already felt protective of her honor somehow.

I turned on the back porch light and stepped into the back yard for some fresh air. I did a couple of laps around the fence before I looked in the direction of Carol's house. I saw her standing in her kitchen looking at me through the window. As I watched, she raised her hand and waved at me, I waved back and she seemed to blow me a kiss. About that time her husband came into the room. As she turned away from the window and pulled the curtains I turned back toward the house. I sat on the steps for a few minutes before going back into the house to finish cooking dinner.



Amorous Amblings Ch. 03



The next afternoon, I had barely gotten in the house when the phone rang. I trotted over to the telephone and picked it up.

“Hello.” I said.

“Is that you ass hole?” I heard a female voice ask.

I was somewhat confused for a moment before realizing who was at the other end of the call. “Yeah it’s me Carol. What’s up?” I responded as airily as I could.

She replied, “It’s about time you got home. Where you been?” Then she rushed on, “Come on over here. I’ve got some things I need you to help me with.”

I said, “Sure. I’ll be right over as soon as I use the can.”

“You better make it quick.” She responded and hung up.

I really didn’t have to use the bathroom, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. I walked to the back of the house, stalled for a minute, and then headed back out the door.

Carol opened the door without me even knocking. I stepped into the house and she quickly shut the door behind me. Her house was dark and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the gloom. 

Carol was dressed in a loose fitting housedress. It was dark, either black or dark blue, with big bright flowers all over it. The dress didn’t have a belt and buttoned down the front. From what I could see it was buttoned all the way to the collar, and that was not promising.

She walked past me and moved deeper into the house saying as she passed, “Follow me.”

There was little I could do other than follow her instructions. I followed her from the living room into the hall where she opened the door to a closet and stood back.

“Up there.” She said simply.

“Up there what?” I asked confusedly.

She replied, “You need to get that tool kit down.” She pointed to a small toolbox on the shelf of the closet and smiled.

I said slowly, “Ok.” And I stepped up and grabbed the toolbox.

As soon as I had the toolbox in my hands and lifted it from the shelf Carol ran her arms around my body and pressed herself tight against my back. She rubbed back and forth against me, I could tell from the softness of her breasts against my back that she was at least naked to the waist.

“Mmmm, that feels good. Do you like it too?” She purred.

“Oh yeah,” I said. It feels great to me too.

She kissed me lightly on the neck, let me go and turned away. “Follow me.” She said as she moved away.

I followed her down the hall and into the kitchen. “The faucet is leaking. I need you to fix it for me.” She stated simply.

I was a bit confused. I had expected to have sex with this slightly pregnant vixen, but she seemed intent to turn me into her handyman instead of her lover. “Oh hell.” I thought to myself in frustration. But to Carol I simply replied, “Sure, I can do that.”

The sink was old fashioned with an open cabinet and a small curtain covering the front. The curtain had been pulled back exposing the piping to view. All the usual stuff you find under sinks was stacked off to the side out of the way. I mumbled to Carol, “You were all ready for me weren’t you.”

She replied simply, “Oh yeah.” She smiled and then continued, “It’s nice to have a nice young man living next door. To help me out around the house every once in a while, you know.”

I sat the toolbox down in front of the sink. I got down on my hands and knees and peered under the sink. There definitely was a leak somewhere, I could see a small puddle of water on the floor. I took a rag from the sink and wiped up the water. Then I got a crescent wrench and a pair of channel locks out of the box and crawled under the sink.

It was really dark under there. I used my fingers to trace the piping from the wall to the faucet. It felt bone dry, “The leak must be in the drain pipe.” I thought out loud, but I couldn’t see well enough to tell exactly where. “Could you get me a flashlight or something?” I asked. “I can’t see a thing under here.” I continued.

“I don’t have one.” She replied. Then she said, “Maybe this will help.” And she pulled the curtains together cutting out all light to me.

I was about to point out to her that now I really couldn’t see when I felt her hands tugging at my belt. I figured that this was a promising turn of events as I felt her hands begin to work at the waistband of my jeans, and then unzipping my fly.

She started to tug at my pants and I raised my ass off the floor to allow her to pull first my jeans down and then my jockeys. As I lay there exposed to the world, but with my view of that same world cut off by the curtain I got a chilling thought. “What if her husband or kids walk in while I’m naked.”

Slightly shaken by the thought I asked, “Where are the hubby and kids today?”

“Jeff my hubby as you called him, is working a double shift today. They want to move him to the night shift and he figured today was as good a time to move as any. He won’t be home till after midnight.” She stroked my already rigid meat as she continued, “My mother has the girls on Wednesday nights. She picks them up at school, takes them out shopping or to a movie.” Carol ran her tongue over the head of my flaming meat then went on, “Mom keeps them for the night and then drops them off at school in the morning.” I felt her warm lips kiss the head of my steel hard shaft before she continued, “She says that she does it to keep the load off me, but I know that she just likes having them around.” She ran her tongue over the head of my shaft again before saying, “ But it does make my nights easier, and it frees me up for doing things like this.” She chuckled throatily before running her soft lips over the fiery head of my rock hard dick.

Carol slid my rock hard cock slowly into her hot mouth. She took as much of my rigid Johnson in as she could. I visualized her impaling her lovely face with the thick swollen meat of my stiff penis. Her tongue moved over the sides of my shaft as she moved up and down, its’ length. 

She must have lain on the floor because I felt her head on my stomach as she moved her succulent mouth up and down my concrete cock. She cupped my balls in one of her hands, gently massaging she as she worked avidly on my dick.

Although I couldn’t see anything I could feel the tight grip of her lips on my crank and the stroking of her tongue across my fevered flesh as she moved my dick in and out of her mouth. Loud slurping sounds accompanied each stroke of her lips, that sound punctuated by little moans of appreciation as she enthusiastically sucked me.

“Mmmmmph, Mmmm, ungh.” Carol grunted as she sucked me ardently. The sounds of her moans vibrated against my sensitive skin, causing my skin to tingle. The vibrations of her voiced passion together with the overwhelming tightness of her lips and the erotic slurping sound of her eagerly consuming the length of my hot rigid meat started to send me over the edge and into the abyss of a massive orgasm. My testicles began to tighten and I felt the white-hot seed of my loins begin to rise to begin its inevitable journey up the length of my dick.

Carol must have sensed this too, because just as I was raising my ass off the floor, signaling the beginning of ejaculation, she removed her sweet lips from my tormented dick. She took her hand from my balls and gripped my crank lightly. She ran her tongue lightly over the head of my cock as my orgasm subsided. Only a small spurt of cum escaped and she avidly consumed that before releasing her hold on my dick and lifted her head from my stomach.

I lay there in darkness for a minute wondering what was happening. The only sound was the faint rustle of fabric and the shuffling of human skin against the linoleum covering the floor. Then I felt Carol’s leg brush my hip and then the hip on the other side as she straddled me. She reached between my legs for my mighty dong and guiding it with her hand lowered her pussy onto it.

She was hot, wet, and a lot tighter than yesterday. An animal like moan escaped her lips as she impaled her cunt on the rigid lance of my passion.

Sitting still Carol reached behind her and pulled my knees up like a backrest behind her. She leaned back and I felt her twat tighten around my raging shaft. She began to slowly move up and down on my cock, guttural moans of passion emanated from her lips on each stroke. I felt her pussy quiver and she moaned, “Mmmmmph, ungh, ungh,” and I could feel the flesh of her thigh tremble against my leg as she reached climax. 

She increased the tempo of her movement over my cock, soft grunts accompanied every rise and fall of her body around my rigid shaft. Her juices began to flow down my balls and across my thighs as she came time after time, her flesh quivering around me, her moans echoing loudly through the kitchen.

I began to thrust up into her sweltering twat, raising my ass off the floor in tempo with her thrusts against my dick. As she thrust down, I slammed upward, ramming my dick deep into her, slapping my crotch against her raging slit. The slapping of our repeated contacts together with her wild moans would have giving the casual interloper the idea that Carol was being beat to within an inch of her life. The opposite was the case as our slaps against our most sensitive areas gave life to the greatest of joys and birth to even greater carnal urges and sensations. 

I pushed the curtain aside and looked out. It took only an instant for my eyes to adjust to the light of the room. As my eyes adjusted and everything became clear I let out a surprised gasp, and then a moan of delight. The sight before me was indeed breathtaking.

Carol straddled my undulating body. She plunged again and again upon my steely shaft, impaling her steamy cunt with the glee of a small child riding a teeter-totter. One hand caressed one of her jiggling jugs while the other hand was on her thigh bracing herself as we thrust against each other.

As our bodies collided her wondrous breasts shook slightly. The firm flesh moved delectably like jell-o quivering as you pop it from the mold. 

Her stomach appeared almost perfectly flat from this vantage, not pregnant at all. From the front she had the classic hourglass figure of a mature woman. Smooth soft shoulders sloping to impressive mounds of soft white breasts, that tapered to her small waist which in turn set off the womanly cut of her firm, soft ass.

The alabaster tone of her flesh set off the auburn color of her half dollar sized aureole, accentuating them and the large rigid nipples that crowned her regal mammary. A light dusting of small rust colored freckles in turn surrounded these. As her breasts quivered, the freckles almost seemed to be in motion, like small ants scurrying over her velvet flesh.

I raised my hands to her breasts, as I grasped them a low moan escaped her half parted lips. I grazed my palms over her sensitive nipples, they felt hot beneath my touch, and my fingers dug gently into her resilient flesh. Her skin was slick with sweat, fevered to the touch, her globes firm yet soft beneath my probing digits.

Carol leaned back and I felt her cunt tighten around my thrusting dong like she had pulled a string and the orifice had suddenly closed upon my swollen flesh. I felt her buttocks rubbing against my legs as she rose and fell and I thrust upward to meet her movement.

She moaned again and the juices of her passion flowed down my balls and across my thighs, dripping finally onto the floor beneath my ass. I could feel the puddle it formed as my butt slapped against the linoleum on each thrust.

Carol’s jaw hung slack and she gasped for breath as she worked madly at her lascivious task. Her eyes were half closed, her head rolling from side to side as we thrust against each other. 

As I watched her body jiggle, I felt her twat shudder around my oaken member. I continued to thrust against her as she convulsed in another massive orgasm. I knew that my own relief was not far off as I felt my testicles swell and the burn of my penis as cum rushed up my dick and exploded into Carol’s torrid twat.

I convulsed against her juice filled slit, as Carol shuddered above and around me. Guttural moans and muffled grunts issued from both our mouths as we violently climaxed simultaneously. We thrust against each other like live electrical wires were attached to our bodies until all of our juices were drained from our bodies and lay pooled on the floor beneath me.

Carol leaned back and panted, “Whew! That was great!”

Between gasps I replied, “Yeah, fantastic.”

Shakily Carol rose from my body and lay next to me on the floor. She rested her head against my chest and said, “Damn, your heart is really pounding. It’s going a mile a minute.”

I said, “Well, I’ve just been attacked by this wild woman and….”

“And what?” She asked.

“And it was the best attack that I’ve ever had.” I replied.

She reached up and kissed me lightly on my sweat covered cheek and said, “Yeah, it was pretty fantastic for me too.” Then she continued, “I was really horny, this was just the thing that I needed today.” She thought for a minute before saying, “I mean that you were just the thing that I needed today.” 

She looked up at my face, smiled and continued, “You are really sweet to help this fat old woman out. I was afraid that I was going to go crazy I was getting so horny and frustrated. I feel so much better and sexier now.” She laid her cheek against my chest and sighed lightly.

“You’re not fat, and you sure aren’t old either.” I said. I paused for a second before I hurried on, “You are one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met. I’d think that your husband would be fucking you every time he could, I know I would.”

Carol sighed wistfully and said, “Your so sweet. I’m not going to bore you with my problems, but I’ll let you know that you are the first man to make love to me in months. My husband hasn’t touched me since shortly after we found out I was pregnant.” I could hear her gulp back a sob as she continued, “I was beginning to feel like a fat old toad. I felt old, ugly and unappreciated. The only workout my pussy has gotten in ages is from my own fingers and a couple of cucumbers.” She chuckled lightly and said, “Don’t let anybody tell you that a cuke is as good as a dick. They may be big and long, but they just don’t do the trick.”

I laughed at that and said, “I’ll have to remember that.”

“So where the hell were you?” She asked shortly. “I’ve been waiting for hours for you to get home. I was about to give up on you coming home at all.”

“I was at school this morning, and then I worked from noon to four this afternoon. I would have rushed home quicker if I’d known what was waiting for me.” I replied.

“School huh?” Carol asked before continuing, “Where do you go to school? Are you in college or something?”

“Naw,” I responded, “I’m just in High school.”

“High school,” She responded in a surprised tone, “I figured that you were out of school.”

I replied, “I would have been but my parents moved around a lot a couple of years ago and my records got all screwed up. When I registered for school last year I figured that I was going to graduate at the end that year. But, they discovered that I was a couple of credits short so I am going part time this year. I’m in a work study program so I go to school in the morning and work in the afternoon and evening.”

“Oh yeah? Where do you work?” She inquired.

“Howard Johnson’s. I’m a soda jerk, or fountain worker as they call it.” I replied.

Carol smiled as she said, “Howard Johnson’s? I love that motel, they have great beds.” She then continued teasingly, “Do you get a discount there? Maybe you could get us a room sometime.” And she chuckled.

“We’ll see. Maybe, if you’re a good girl.” And I laughed nervously. 

She replied with feigned indignation, “I’m always good!” 

She laughed too and fell into silence for a minute or two before she said, “Damn you’re a mess! Let me clean you up young man.”

Figuring she was going to get up and get a rag, I felt mildly disappointed that I was going to lose contact with her soft body. But she didn’t rise, she simply slid down and began to run her tongue over my cum smeared crotch and genitals.

Her tongue flicked out sweeping up the droplets of white cum from the thick hair of my crotch, enthusiastically consuming every vestige of our frantic fuck. Her tongue moved through the thick jungle of my pubic hair into the nexus of my crotch and across my balls. Her tickling touch caused goose flesh to rise on my skin as she happily ran her warm tongue over the cum covered flesh of my dong. She licked up one side, took the head between her hot lips for a few seconds and then continued down the other. Her ardent ministrations sent chills through my entire body and as she avidly licked at the residue of our lovemaking my cock began to come back to life.

“Ummmmm, it looks like you want to play some more.” She said huskily. “Why don’t you scoot down a bit so we can have some more fun?” She continued as she engulfed my half erect dick with her mouth.

“Sure.” I responded eagerly.

I felt the cold linoleum against my warm skin as I scooted my body across the floor, moving like some demented inchworm. As I moved Carol’s mouth barely left my crank, she ardently worked to engorge my organ to its maximum size with her soft lips and hot tongue.

As soon as my head and shoulders emerged from beneath the sink, carol swung her legs over my torso, positioning her dripping cunt over my face. I gazed dubiously at the white juices flowing slowly from her recently ravaged slit as she lowered her crotch onto my face. As her pussy moved closer I tentatively stuck out my tongue and ran it over the cum covered flesh of her swollen labia.

“Not too bad.’ I thought to myself as I raked her fevered flesh with my tongue.

I put my hands to her buttocks and smashed my face to her steaming pussy. I ran my tongue over her fragrant flesh, licking our love juices from her cunt as she had licked at my genitals. I ran my tongue deep into her torrid twat and felt the skin quiver around it and fresh juices flowed over my skin and down my chin.

My tongue probed at the responsive flesh of the quaking hole eliciting myriad moans from the mouth consuming my rock hard dick. Carol groaned softly around my flesh as she took the entire length of my massive member into her mouth. She held her lips against my balls for a second or two before she slowly moved back up the length of my shaft. She licked at the head of my cock when she reached the top and repeated the process as she engulfed it one more time. The slow, soft movement of her mouth on my dick sent shockwaves through my entire body, making me jerk against her uncontrollably.

I continued to lick at her pussy avidly, forgetting all my previous reservations under the prod of her work on my tender member. I moved my tongue down her slit until I reached the erect flesh of her clit. It stood up like a very small penis as I took it between my lips and sucked on it like a child with a pacifier.

I ran my tongue over the top of her little penis and I felt her whole body shiver as a fresh flow of her juices covered my skin. A soft groan emanated from her dick stuffed mouth, the sound vibrated against my very responsive flesh and sent more chills through my body. 

She bit down lightly on my wang as her body convulsed against me before continuing her slow, deliberate consumption of my erect member. I felt my balls tighten as my white-hot seed flowed up my cock and exploded into her waiting mouth. 

Convulsions wracked her sweat-covered body as she swallowed all the cum that I had to give her. Her juices flowed across my face, down my chin, and across the skin of my neck.

I thrush upward into her mouth again and again until all my seed was spent in her mouth and fully swallowed. Then I lay still beneath her prostrate body as she maintained her hold on my now useless member until it was completely flaccid and only then did she release it from her mouth and role off.




Amorous Amblings Ch. 03



“Whew, “ she breathed, “I think I need a nap after that.”

“Me too.” I gasped.

We lay on the floor quietly for a minute or two before I rose to my feet. I looked down on the still reclining form of Carol as I pulled my pants up. She was truly lovely even in this disheveled state.

Her glorious globes rose and fell with her slow even breathing. The freckle festooned alabaster skin of her body showed a pink flush where my body had rubbed against her during our sexual play. The skin of her breasts still showed the imprint of my fingers and her thighs glowed bright pink where my rough shaven cheeks had rubbed against her silken skin. 

“Are you asleep?” I asked.

“No just resting.” She replied quietly. “You’re pretty good for a kid.” She continued still breathless.

“You’re not too bad for an old broad.” I responded.

“I thought you said that I wasn’t old.” She chuckled.

“You’re not. I was just kidding. You’re just the right age for me.” I responded.

“You’re so full of shit, ass hole.” She said before extending her hand toward me. “Now help this old broad up, kiddy.” She chuckled. I watched her delicious body for another minute as she gathered up her housedress and waved her hand at me impatiently.

I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. As I watched Carol ran her arms into the sleeves of her dress and shrugged it onto her shoulders. The sight was mesmerizing for some reason, maybe it was the way the movement of her arms made her breasts jiggle slightly, maybe it was just the mental satisfaction that this lovely woman had just been naked in my arms and much more.

I don’t know how long I had been just standing there staring at her as I ran my ravenous eyes over her sweet body but when my eyes reached her lovely face there was a small quizzical smile on her lips. She looked me in the eye for a second, her smile growing larger until it seemed to engulf her entire face. Suddenly Carol ran her arms around my neck. “Kiss me you fool.” She gushed like some heroine in a movie and she smashed her lips to mine.

Her tongue pushed past my unresisting lips and into my mouth. Coursing across my teeth and danced with my tongue in the hot recesses of my waiting mouth.

As our lips crushed together I rushed my hand up to her soft resilient breast and gently squeezed it like a delectable fruit before caressing and lightly pinching her nipple. I felt the nipple begin to harden under the teasing of my callused fingers. I also felt a surprising stirring in my loins as my dick started to get hard once again. 

Breathing raggedly, Carol pulled her lips from mine. “Whoa, we have to stop right now!” she proclaimed as she pushed away from me.

“Why?” I asked simply.

“Because I’m tired and sore. I need a break, I’m an old pregnant gal and I’m not used to all this sex anymore.” She said. Seeing the look of disappointment in my eyes Carol chuckled and said, “Don’t get me wrong. I really enjoyed it all but you have to give me time to recover before we do it again. Ok?”

“Sure.” I replied. And realistically despite my youth I could use time to recover too. I could also use time to digest the new sexual techniques that I had experienced today. “Besides, “ I continued, my parents should be getting home pretty soon and I’ll need to head home for dinner and do my homework.



Amorous Amblings Ch. 04



As if on cue I heard the crunch of tires on gravel in the driveway to my house and then the slamming of a car door. I looked out the kitchen window just in time to see my mother walk to our front door and fumble in her purse for her keys while at the same time yelling, "Mickey, are you home? Open the door."

Getting no response she mumbled some unintelligible words and continued to rummage through her purse for her keys. She finally retrieved her key, unlocked the door and rushed into the house. A few seconds later I saw her as she walked into the bathroom, close the door, and begin frantically to undress.

She was clearly visible through the un-curtained window of the bathroom as she quickly pulled down her skirt, then her girdle and hose and plopped down on the toilet. From my vantage at Carol's kitchen window I had a clear and unobstructed view of my Mom's fairly shapely legs and thick thatch of dark pubic hair. She looked up to gaze out the window and I quickly stepped back from view.

Carol chuckled, "Don't worry ass hole. Nobody can see you from there."

I looked at her questioningly and she continued, "If the light is off in here and the curtain is partly pulled, all you can see from there is dark shadows. I checked." She giggled before going on, "You should really get some curtains for that window." She smiled as she paused and then said, " No, don't! Watching you guys is my only real entertainment these days. As a matter of fact, that is the reason that I came over yesterday."

I looked at her confusedly and she smiled wanly before she rushed on, "I was fixing dinner when you came home and went to the bathroom. I watched as you relieved yourself and then sat down to masturbate. Watching you beat off got me so hot that I tried to relieve my frustrations with a cuke. I greased the cucumber up and started ramming it home while you stroked yourself off." 

She suddenly got self-conscious and her voice dropped a notch as she continued, "The cuke just didn't do the trick for me, I just had to have some help and you seemed so available. So, when you got into the shower I grabbed the chocolate cake I had made for desert and waited for you to come out. When you finally stepped out of the tub, I rushed over to your house and the rest is history."

I chuckled at her revelation and returned my attention to the window. Mom was still sitting there, she had lit a smoke and was leisurely taking care of business while paging through a magazine. As we watched she put the magazine down and put her hand between her legs. "She must be going to wipe herself." I thought somewhat disappointed by the brevity of the show.

But, instead of reaching for the toilet paper, Mom spread her legs apart and slid slightly forward on the toilet seat. "Damn, she's masturbating!" I exclaimed.

"It kind of looks that way." Carol confirmed cheerily.

I watched as mom slowly ran her hand up and down the length of her cunt, gently stroking her pubic hair like she was stroking a little kitten. I watched mesmerized, as she appeared to stick her fingers deeper into her slit. I really couldn't see much because of the distance but I leaned as close to the window as I could as I endeavored to get a better view.

"Why don't you use these?" I heard Carol ask.

"Huh?" I responded as if I was awakened from a dream.

"Why don't you use these field glasses?" She said as she pushed a pair of binoculars into my hands. "Jeff bought them for me when we moved here. He said it would help me pass the time to watch the wild life in the neighborhood. I think that he meant squirrels and birds, but so far the only wild life I've watched has been the neighbors." She chuckled, and then continued, "Until you folks moved in the most interesting thing to watch was old man Ferguson sun bathing nude in his back yard." She took the binoculars back for a minute and watched my mother diddle herself, then handed me the glasses again and continued, "But your family is a continual source of enjoyment. Did you know that your folks screw in the bathroom all the time?"

I said, "They fuck in almost every room of the house. I have to be careful when I come home at night to give them plenty of time to pull on clothes otherwise it gets kind of embarrassing."

"I bet." Carol purred as she rubbed her body unselfconsciously against mine as we watched the spectacle across the driveway.

The field glasses brought everything right up to you. I focused the lenses on my mothers thatch and watched as she ran her fingers over and into her gaping cunt. As I watched I could feel my pulse quicken and my dick begin to rise again.

"This isn't getting you turned on again is it?" Carol asked.

"Oh no." I lied.

"That's good." She said. Then she paused to take the glasses back from me before continuing, "Because my pussy's sore, my lips are sore, and my ass is sore from all the sex I've been getting lately. So, if you get all horny again the only thing you're going to get from me is a hand job and I don't think that's what you're going to want." She kissed me on the cheek and handed the binoculars back to me.

When I put the lenses to my eyes again I saw that the show was over. Mom was getting up from the toilet and pulling her panties up. Then I saw her bend over and pick up her girdle and hose from the floor where she must have shucked them while Carol and I were talking.

I was about to turn away from the window when Carol said, "Wait a minute, the real show is just about to begin."

I really didn't know what she was talking about until I looked at the driveway and saw that Dad had gotten home while we were watching Mom. I returned my attention to the bathroom window just in time to see Dad open the bathroom door and walk into the small room.

Mom moved toward him and they embraced passionately. Their lips met in a warm wet and totally sexual kiss that left me slightly embarrassed. From my vantage I watched as dad massaged Mom's tits and then move down to stroke between her legs. Mom ran her hand down and worked diligently to undo his pants, finally freeing his already erect cock.

Mom stroked her hand slowly up and down his shaft as she smashed her lips to his. Then she suddenly pushed him away, sat down on the toilet, and using his dong like a leash on a dog pulled him toward her once more only this time her mouth was at dick level.

Mom ran her tongue over his hard shaft, and then licked lovingly at his balls before burying his rock hard dick deep within the warm recesses of her mouth. I watched mesmerized as his cock appeared and disappeared again and again as she stroked him with her lips and tongue.

Dad's eyes were closed in ecstasy as she worked diligently on his stiff meat. He put his hand to the back of her head to hold her close and began to rock his shaft in and out of her mouth. Mom's eyes were closed as he buried his dick in her face again and again. I could see that one of Mom's hands was wrapped lightly around Dad's raging shaft while the other stroked his nuts. This must have brought him close to exploding because I saw him begin to grimace and the muscles in his jaw began to clench. 

Mom suddenly pushed away, stood up, pulled her skirt up and pushed her panties off. She then bent over and put her hands against the door.

Dad moved up behind her and in one deft thrust buried his cock to the hilt inside of her sweltering twat. He held still for a moment and I could see Mom saying something, I could only imagine that it would be something like, "Fuck me hard baby." But I had no way of really knowing for sure.

Dad began to stroke almost casually. His thrusts were slow and unhurried, but from the look on Mom's face he was doing just what she wanted and needed. As I watched I could almost feel myself there and in his place, stroking my cock in and out of my own mother. In my mind I felt her warm wet pussy around my raging shaft, tight and hot.

I looked at Carol and she was bent over the counter, the field glasses glued to her eyes as she watched the sordid spectacle of my parents fucking across the way. I watched as she moved her ass back and forth like a cat gently swishing its tail. Her lovely ass brought my attention beck into this room and I tentatively reached out and gently stroked my hand over Carol's butt and then down her legs. Finding no resistance I reached down and slowly pulled the hem of her dress up until it was over her waist and the beautiful globes of her ass were completely exposed to the caress of my hands.

I gently stroked her bare skin for a moment and not hearing any objection I moved in behind her, undid my pants, let them slide to my knees and put my rock hard cock against the lips of her pussy. With one swift stroke I buried myself to the hilt in her wonderfully warm and gloriously wet cunt.

Despite her earlier protestations, Carol raised no objections to my somewhat rude penetration of her glorious tunnel of passion. To the contrary, as I ran my dong slowly in and out of her wonderful hole she rotated her butt in time to a tune only she would know.

She kept the binoculars to her eyes as I fucked her one more time. She seemed enthralled by the show. Gloriously excited by the dance of passion in my parents bathroom. From time to time a lusty moan or groan would escape her mouth and her cunt would quiver and quake around my young and rigid dick.

I thrust into her time after time, just as my father was thrusting into my mother. I watched them as he pounded his cock into her cunt time after time. I found that my rhythm was the same as his, it was as if we were on the same wavelength in some bizarre way. 

I watched as Dad began to convulse against Mom's ass and I knew that he was shooting his wad into her. At the same time I felt my nuts tighten as I exploded into Carol's cunt once again. It was not so much an explosion this time as a trickle and a spasm, but it felt as if I was shooting my life into her one more time. I thrust again and again into her until I was totally spent and limp.

I moved away from Carol and pulled my pants up. She pulled her dress down, turned around and said, "You have to go home. It's going to be hard enough for me to explain to Jeff why I'm walking bow legged. If you stick around any longer I'm going to be bed ridden." She led me to the door, opened it, motioned for me to leave and said, "Shoo, now go before I change my mind."

I walked past her and into the gathering gloom of Kansas's twilight. As I stepped off the porch I heard the door close behind me.

When I entered my house I heard the shower running in the bathroom and someone puttering around the kitchen. Since Dad never cooked, I figured that it must be Mom in the kitchen and Dad in the shower. Smart eh?

I went toward my room, but Mom must have heard me come in and she yelled, "Mickey? Where have you been young man?"

"Around, I've just been around, Mom." I replied.

She replied, "Yeah, I bet you've been around. Now come in here and give your mother a kiss."

I turned and walked toward the kitchen. When I got there I found Mom bent over the open oven and on the rack inside I could see a half dozen potatoes. "I guess were having baked potatoes for dinner." I said as I stepped up behind her.

"Yep." She responded as she stood up. "And some hamburger steaks with broccoli on the side. Now come here and give your old mother a big kiss, she missed her little boy." She said as she puckered up for a kiss.

Knowing where her mouth had been just a few minutes ago I tried to get by with just giving her a peck on the cheek but she would have none of that. "Now come here and give me a real kiss young man." She said indignantly and she reached up, put her hands to both sides of my face and pulled me toward her.

She pushed her lips to mine and gave me a wetter kiss than usual. I could taste liquor on her breath and figured she had mixed herself a strong drink after her little romp in the bathroom with dad. "That will teach you to try to cheat your mother out of a real kiss." She said before kissing me wetly once more.

Satisfied at getting her just rewards from her only son she turned back the stove and the meal she was cooking. "Have you finished your homework?" she asked in a motherly tone.

"Not yet." I replied as I moved off to my room.

"Well you had better finish it, dinner will be ready in half an hour." She said as I walked away.

"Ok Mom." I replied as I closed my door and dropped exhausted to my bed.

I didn't see Carol at all the next couple of days. I was working double shifts at the restaurant, training a new girl to work the fountain, and Carol's kids had the flu or something dire like that. Carol had called me as I walked in the door the next night just to fill me in on what was happening with her. She said that she would be in isolation till her kids got well and that I shouldn't try to come over because the kids would be around the house and she would get in trouble. You know the normal stuff.

I told her that I understood and that she should call me if she needed anything. The emphasis was on the anything part.

She chuckled and said she definitely would as soon as she could get free of the kids. Then she said that she had to go, but that I should open the door as soon as she hung up.

I was about to ask why when the phone went dead. I hung it up and walked to the door, opened it and stepped out on the porch. 

Directly opposite the porch was the window to Carol's front room. This window was usually covered with a set of Venetian blinds and a curtain. Tonight the blinds were up, the curtain was pulled back, and the living room was brightly lit. As I watched curiously, Carol stepped to the window and waved. I waved back of course in response. Then Carol dropped her hands to the hem of her blouse and pulled it up, exposing her pair of magnificent and braless boobs.

Even though I had already experienced the majesty of her magnificent mamarries the surprise of the sight tonight momentarily took my breath away. My jaw dropped and my dick began to rise. Before I could mount any response other than shock she dropped the hem of her blouse back down, blew me a kiss and closed the blinds.

I stood them for more than a few minutes recovering from the sudden show and clearing my mind of the wonderful image of her naked tits. Then I turned, went back through the door into the house and tried to go to sleep.

After pacing my room for a while and beating off a couple of times I managed to drift into a troubled sleep punctuated with dreams of winsome wenches flashing me as I was chained to the front seat of my car. When I woke in the morning I was not my usual chipper self to say the least.



Amorous Amblings Ch. 05



Friday was pretty much a blur. I drove my old rattletrap to school, slowly moved through my course work, just hoping that the bell would ring so that I could leave for work before my eyes closed completely. When I got to the parking lot to go to work, I found out that I’d left my headlights on and I had to scrounge a jump from one of the shop teachers. It was embarrassing, the way he chuckled at my misfortune. When I finally got underway to work I realized that I would be about a half hour late, boy, Mr. Dixon was going to be pissed. 

When I finally arrived at work I found out that one of the girls was sick and I would need to put in some extra time. So, I worked a double shift at the restaurant, drove home exhausted and on autopilot, then dropped into bed fully dressed without even eating the cold dinner that Mom had left out for me.

Saturday morning came much too early. I had to open the restaurant on Saturdays, which meant I had to be there at seven in the morning. I got up at my usual five a.m., drank way too much coffee, jumped into my car and raced off to Ho-Jo’s. The crew I worked with was as bleary eyed as I was as we started the day of ‘Howard Johnson’s, the host of the highways’. 

My first shift I worked by myself. The breakfast shift was never slow on Saturdays. I got most of the travelers that stayed at the motel, and a steady stream of folks just trying not to cook breakfast on weekends. This was a good day for tips. If I really busted my ass and gave the customers great service I might come away with twenty or thirty bucks in my pocket that Uncle Sam was never aware of.

At one in the afternoon, Karen came in to work. Karen was the new gal that I was trying to train. She was a nice looking woman in her late twenties, married with two kids. She was really pretty attractive in a bookish sort of way. She stood probably five foot eight or nine, light brown hair that was long, but, she kept pulled back in a bun when she worked. 

She was thin with a nice combination of tits and ass, svelte you might say in a Grace Kelly sort of way. When she stood sideways the flatness of her belly and the line of her breasts was enough to take a man’s breath away. 

She had an innocent and somewhat disconcerting way of looking straight into your eyes while she talked with you. Smiling softly while her lovely light green eyes seemed to drill right into your soul. She hid her eyes behind a pair of horn-rimmed glasses but there was no disguising their beauty. 

She usually wore the tightest uniform she could grab and today was no exception. The dress was so tight it might as well have been painted on her body. It accentuated every curve and bulge leaving very little to the imagination. She also left as many buttons open as decency would allow and had carefully pulled the bodice back to expose a tantalizing vista of creamy white breasts.

“Hi Mickey.” She said sweetly as she walked behind the fountain. “How’s business been today?” She continued as she stepped up close to me.

I stood with my back to the bar, going over some stuff that I was intending to train Karen in today. My hands were on the edge of the ice cream cooler as I leaned over to read the mixing instructions to various fountain drinks. Karen slid in next to me, her hip touching my thigh, her arm brushing against mine. She ran her hand around my back until it came to rest on the small of my back about belt level. I could feel the stiff fabric of her bra against my arm even though two layers of cloth separated them. In seeming innocence as she leaned in to see what I was doing, her crotch pressed lightly against the back of my hand.

I looked down at her taking in the line of her jaw and the exposed expanse of flesh above the collar of her uniform dress. As I watched her she looked up at me and smiled sweetly while at the same time I could have sworn she began to rub her crotch against my hand, trapping my fingers between her pussy and the curved edge of the cooler. 

I wiggled my fingers experimentally against her cunt. I needed to find out if this was accidental contact or a blatant come on. I figured she would, at the very worst, move away in embarrassment or slap me for my impudence. However her smile never wavered as my hand gently stroked her crotch, she seemed in fact to press even more tightly against me.

Karen’s thigh pressed more tightly against my leg and she lifted her foot and ran her shod foot up and down my calf and ankle. At the same time her right hand moved in a circular motion in the small of my back, drifting slowly down to gently stroke my ass before rising to rest once more on my belt.

My heart began to race and my cock began to rise as this relatively innocent byplay transpired. I stood there transfixed by the view of her tits rising and falling beneath the thin cloth of her waitress’s uniform. My body began to heat with the continued contact of her leg, breast, and hand against my flesh.

My gaze moved slowly from her satin breasts up her neck, finally coming to rest on her almost angelic face. I slight, almost wistful smile creased Karen’s light pink lips. I gazed intently into her sea green eyes and a pink flush colored her soft sweet cheeks. 

I watched for a sign in her demeanor as I moved my fingers once more experimentally against her hot crotch. I was not disappointed, as I gazed deeply into her eyes the smile on Karen’s face broadened, the slight flush, deepened to red now, spread over her cheeks, and an impish twinkle came to her eyes. 

Karen ground her cunt softly against the back of my hand while at the same time her hand moved once more down my ass. This time she gently cupped my buttock in her hand and smiled lasciviously up at me before saying, “Well, how’s it been today? Had any luck?”  The sound of her voice brought me back to reality and I stammered, “It’s been great.” “I picked up twenty seven bucks in tips so far.” I continued as my gaze moved unabashedly down to her exposed cleavage. Then slowly rose until I was once more looking at the twinkle in her light green eyes.

I looked deeply into her eyes as I took in the aroma of perfume mixed with the scent of tobacco that wafted from her. Her hand continued to rest lightly against my ass, her fingers lightly, almost idly, moving over my pant covered buttock.

“Great!” She exclaimed, “Maybe I can do as well tonight.” She continued as she lightly rubbed her thigh against mine and her breast against my arm.

I continued to gaze down at her and said, “Oh I think you’ll do a lot better than that tonight. You’re one hell of a lot prettier than I am.”

“Why thanks, you’re so sweet.” She gushed as she looked up at me innocently. “But you’re not so bad looking yourself.” She continued and she pushed even closer against me.

I ripped my gaze from her cleavage and moved slightly away from her warm body. I took a deep quavering breath to clear my head. This contact was a surprise, Karen had to this point always been demure, almost painfully shy around me. That together with her bookish appearance had led me to believe that she was happily married and therefore unattainable. This uninvited, although not unwanted, contact was giving rise to other thoughts in my fertile mind and carnal reactions in some parts of my body.

Looking down at my training notes I nervously cleared my throat and began, “Ok, we need to go over some stuff today so you can get through tonight.” I began to read over some instructions for her to follow, and went over some stuff she needed to know about closing. She continued to stand as close as she could to me as I went over my notes, but she was not as expressive with her body in fact she seemed to be somewhat disheartened by my response to her nonverbal overtures.

As I was finishing going over my notes a couple came through the door and sat down at the end of the fountain. I told Karen to take care of them while I restocked. I went back to the storeroom and cooler and picked up various syrups and tubs of ice cream, stopping on the way back out to chat with my buddy Don, who was the cook today.

When I returned to the fountain the bar was packed with customers. “A bus came in and they all wanted to sit at the fountain.” Karen exclaimed as I dropped a tub of ice cream into the cooler.

“Yeah, it looks like were in for a busy shift.” I replied as I picked up my order pad and took the fountain order of an older couple. “This should keep us out of trouble for a while.” I chuckled over my shoulder at her before I turned to the next set of customers and took down their desires.

The rush lasted until just before I was slated to get off. Then just a quickly as it started it was over, leaving Karen and myself with a fountain bar covered with dirty dishes and small tips. Karen and I leaned back against the cooler, our bodies covered with sweat and our uniforms splattered with various sauces and gravies, attempting to catch our breath.

“I need a smoke!” She exclaimed.

“Not till we’re through here.” I said as I began to put the dirty dishes in a bus pan.

“Ass hole.” She said with a chuckle as she moved to the other end of the bar with a tray and began to remove the soiled dishes from the area.

“You know, you’re the second person that’s called me that recently.” I said as I worked.

“Well maybe you should take the hint that you’re an ass hole.” She responded laughingly.

“Now children. Watch your language there.” Jan, one of the waitresses, said behind us.

“Ok mommy.” Karen and I responded almost simultaneously before looking at each other and bursting into laughter.

Once the fountain area had been cleaned, I put up the “Be right back” sign and Karen and I headed to the back so that she could grab a cigarette and we could get the fountain items that needed to be restocked before I could leave.

Karen headed straight for the ladies locker room to get her pack of Newport’s. I headed for the men’s rest room to take a healthy shit. I had no sooner made my deposit in the porcelain bank when I heard a light knock on the door and I heard Karen say, “What’s taking you so long? Did you fall in and drown? Maybe I should come in there and give you a hand.” Then I heard the rattle of the door handle as she attempted to open the door. 

I replied, “That’s alright. I’ll be done in a minute.” 

She said, “Ok, I’ll just wait here for you then.” and I could sense her walking away from the door.

The way Karen was acting today continued to surprise me. I had no problem with the thought of fucking the hell out of her, and would gladly let her have her way with me. But, the thought of having sex with her in the back of the restaurant was sort of intimidating for me. Although, if I hadn’t locked the door and if she had come into the bathroom with me I probably would have balled her right then and there on the floor of the john. Just the thought that she wanted me that badly had an arousing effect on my cock and it rose to half-mast and beyond before it finally subsided.

I finished my duties in the restroom, and after washing my hands stepped through the door. Karen was sitting at the break table leaning back in her chair and expansively smoking her cigarette. “Ya took long enough.” She said with a grin. “I thought you might have got stuck in the toilet. You feel any lighter?” She continued as she smiled at her own witticisms.

I replied, “Yeah, about ten pounds lighter I think.” I smiled at her and continued, “You’d better finish that smoke. We’ve got a lot to restock before I leave.” I turned and walked to a stack of bus pans near the dishwasher. I grabbed a couple of them and headed toward the cooler door.

“I’ll grab some stuff from here and you can get some chocolate syrup from the stock room when you finish smoking.” I informed her as I opened the cooler door and walked into its welcome chill.

I put the pan on the floor and started grabbing the items to be restocked. A couple of cans of whip cream, a can of frozen strawberries, a tub of vanilla, I ticked off in my head as I filled my order. I had almost filled both tubs when I heard the cooler door open and Karen walked in.

She walked passed me, bent down and placed the can of chocolate syrup in an open spot in the tray. As she stood up Karen put her hands to the buttons on the bodice of her uniform, I could see that she was unbuttoning one or two additional buttons. When she was standing erect once more she used her hands to flap the collar of her uniform like a southern belle might fan her blouse on a hot and humid day.

I watched as if in slow motion as she exposed her cleavage and then covered it again with the bodice of her shirt. I could see the white seemingly flawless skin of her breasts, the white of her brassiere, even the little pink bow in the center of the bra was visible.

“Whew, this is nice.” She purred.

“Yeah, it sure is.” I replied huskily and was in motion to reach out and caress her beckoning breasts when a cardboard box came flying out of the freezer area and clattered against the steel rack.

The rattle of the box as it careened off the metal rack made us both jump. Karen moved involuntarily toward me and pushed her soft breast against my outstretched hand. Almost automatically my hand closed on the firm flesh of her succulent orb. Reflexively she put her hand to my upper arm to steady her self but she did not object to the pressure I put on her soft flesh.

“Jesus, fucking Christ!” Karen exclaimed while gazing over her shoulder at the box that lay on the floor of the cooler. “What the hell was that?” She continued shakily.

Equally startled, I replied, “I don’t know.” Then I yelled, “Who the hell is back there?”

Don stuck his head through the freezer door and said with a grin, “Oh, there’s somebody in here, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Having recovered from my start I replied, “Yeah, right, fuck stick. You’re just trying to scare the shit out of us, ass hole.”

Don chuckled and then said, “Oh well. I’d better get back to work.” And he disappeared back into the freezer.

Karen turned her face toward me and gazed piercingly into my eyes for a moment before she released my arm and took a step backward. “I guess we better get back out front.” She said inquiringly, her soft green eyes still fixed on my face.

“Yeah, I guess we should.” I replied disconsolately as I stood there with my hand still extended in front of me and still feeling the soft warmth of her tit against my skin. 

Realizing how foolish I must look I hastily lowered my hand to my waist and said, “You take that tray over there back out front and I’ll finish up here.” Ripping my gaze from her face I turned to get some stuff from the shelf. 

“Ok, I guess I’m done here then. Fun’s over, better get back to work.” Karen sighed as she turned to pick up one full tray of goodies and leave.

As soon as Karen was out of the cooler Don stuck his head back out of the freezer and said, “You should thank me for saving your ass.”

I looked at him quizzically and asked, “Saving my ass from what?”

“Saving your ass from getting fired.” Don responded. He took a breath before continuing, “If Winkoop had come in here and found you two messing around in the cooler he would have canned the two of you.”

I started to deny any wrong doing, but Don cut me off and continued, “Damn it, and don’t try playing dumb with me. You know as well as I do that Tom and Becky got canned less than a month ago when they were caught fucking in the stockroom.”

I started to point out that they were screwing right on top of old Winnies desk, and that they had been reinstated after a thorough apology and a week off without pay but thought better of it and just said, “Yep, you’re right. Thanks.”

Don responded, “Your welcome.” Then he disappeared back into the freezer to finish whatever he was doing in there. I picked up the bus pan and walked through the door and back toward the fountain.

When I got back out front Karen was busy restocking, and there was a blond woman dressed in black sitting at the end of the bar. I put down the bus tray and walked in front of the bar to retrieve the “Be right back” sign. As I returned behind the bar I heard a somewhat familiar voice ask, “What’s a girl have to do to get serviced here?” It took me but a second to realize that the voice was none other than Carol’s. 

I looked down the fountain and there sat as attractive a woman as I have ever seen. She was dressed in black. A black dress with a black coat hanging low on her shoulders. The dress wasn’t all that low cut, just a gentle curve across the top of her breasts, but the black color set off the pale cast of her skin making the effect more striking than it should have been. 

Carol’s hair was not in its normal ponytail but was done in an elegant coiffure that must have taken hours to attain. Her face was not the normal ‘girl next door’ look she wore. She was heavily made up, almost elegantly made up. All in all the effect was stunning and erotic.

Karen began to walk down the bar to serve Carol, I said to her, “Don’t worry about her, she’s my next door neighbor. I’ll take care of her.”

Karen stopped, turned toward me and responded, “Are you sure? You’re getting off pretty soon.”

I said, “Yeah, no problem. I’ll serve her and then I’ll do my receipts and check out. She shouldn’t take too long to do.”

“Ok, be my guest.” Karen replied as she turned back to toward me.

I walked down the narrow space between cooler and the sink. As I turned to walk past Karen I could have sworn that I felt her hand craze my crotch. I looked at her over my shoulder as I walked on to see if there was any response from her but all I could see was the seductive sway of her shapely hips as she walked on down the bar.

“Hey Carol. What brings you here today?” I said as I leaned casually on the bar in front of Carol.

“Oh nothing.” She said as she put her hands on top of mine. “I was just at a hen party. A friend of mine is getting married and we gave her a shower, or whatever you call those things.” She gazed at me blearily and then continued, “It was kind of fun for a while. There was a lot of bubbly flowing and some pretty good food.  But, the bride to be and the future mother both got a snoot full and got into a yelling contest. There would have been a hell of a catfight if they hadn’t been separated. Anyway it ended early and I figured I would see if my favorite neighbor was still working.” She smiled in what she must have figured was a wanton way and said in a stage whisper, “I thought that if you weren’t doing anything later we could screw in the parking lot or something.” She paused for a second and then continued in a conspiratorial tone, “I made off with a couple of bottles of champagne when I left. I thought you might want to share them with me. See?”

She looked down to her right and I pulled myself up and leaned over the counter so that I could look down toward the floor. Sure enough sitting there was a very large black handbag, and peeking out of the top of the bag were the tops of two bottles of champagne.

I turned my face toward her and said simply, “Sounds great!”

She turned her face toward mine and planted a warm wet kiss on my lips before responding in a soft warm voice filled with promise, “Wonderful”

I slid back to the floor and said, “I have to do my tickets before I can leave. Why don’t I get you something to eat while I’m gone? What would you like?”

She smiled up at me and said, “I’d like a long hard banana with lots of whipped cream and a couple of nuts. I’d ask for a cherry but I know you don’t have one of those.” She chuckled as she placed her elbows on the counter, placed her chin in her cupped hands and gazed challenging at me.

I laughed softly and said, “Ok, I’ll get you a banana supreme with hot-fudge sauce. That should keep you busy for a while.” I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips before turning to make her order.




Amorous Amblings Ch. 05



It took just a minute or two to finish building the fountain order. I put an extra dollop of whipped cream and a handful of cherries on it and carried it to her. I put it before her and said, “Here it is malady.” 

She took her spoon and scooped up some whipped cream and placed it in her mouth in what was somehow an erotic way, and then she licked her lips and said, “Mmmm, scrumptious! I’d like to have this stuff all over your body so I could lick it off.” 

My face must have turned beet red because she said, “My god! I’ve managed to embarrass you.” 

I said, “Yeah, maybe, a bit.”

She moved her gaze from my face to look over my shoulder. A smile formed on her crimson lips and she said casually to me, “I think that little girl likes you.”

“What little girl?” I asked as I turned to look in the direction of her gaze.

“The girl you work with. I don’t think she approves of the attention you’re giving me.” She replied.

I looked down the bar at Karen, and sure enough she was gazing at Carol and myself in a way that could only be called disapproving. When she noticed that I was looking her direction she quickly looked away and returned to her work.

“Yeah, I think she likes me too. But, she’s not a little girl, she’s older than you.” I said quietly. I paused for a second as I gazed into Carol’s eyes, then I continued, “She’s twenty seven, married with two kids.”

“Funny,” she said, “I just didn’t figure her to be that old. To me she looks like she’s probably seventeen, eighteen tops. I must be getting old, or maybe I’m just drunk.” She giggled and continued, “Now shoo. Get your work done so we can screw.”

She dug into her desert with gusto as I turned to go. “Don’t take too long.” I heard her say as a walked away.

“It’ll only take a minute.” I said over my shoulder as I strode down the fountain.

As I came up to Karen I said, “I’m going to check out if you’re alright.”

Without looking up from her cleaning she responded, “I’ll be fine.”

I walked to the back and sat at the break table to do my till. As I worked on the figures from my tickets my mind kept wandering back to Carol and Karen and their much more alluring figures. It was hard to keep my attention on my work but I finally managed to finish my totals and was about to fill in the day sheet when my mind drifted to a conversation that I had with the desk clerk just this morning.

Jim, the night desk clerk, had stopped in at the end of his shift for coffee. I had just opened the fountain and the coffee was fresh, strong, and hot. As I poured his coffee I asked him how his day was going and he had looked at me hard and responded, “Lousy! The guy that’s supposed to work the afternoon shift called in sick, so I’m going to have to work his shift too.”

I said, “Gee that’s too bad. You’re not going to have a hell of a lot of time to sleep after driving all the way home and then back here in time for the shift.”

He took a sip from his cup and responded, ”Naw, I’m not driving home. I’m going to stay in one of the Smith rooms until it’s time for me to come on again.”

“Smith rooms?” I asked.

He lit a Marlboro, took a long drag and then replied, “Yeah Smith room. That’s what I call them anyway.” He paused for a second to take a sip from his coffee before continuing, “Sometimes a couple will check in and register as a Mr. & Mrs. Smith or Jones or something. Then they use the room for just a few minutes or an hour before they check out. Ya know what I mean?”

“Yeah, even at this time of the morning I can figure that one out.” I replied.

Jim continued, “Most of the time I have the housekeepers clean up the room and rent it out again. But technically the room is paid for until noon the next day so if I need a little shut eye or want to entertain a fair lady I just use the room myself.” He took another sip from his coffee and continued conspiratorially, “If you ever need a room for a few hours, just let me know. Ok?”

I said, “Yeah, sure will.” 

My thoughts returned to the present, and I sat there thoughtfully for a minute or more before I returned to my work. In only to a few minutes I finished my tally sheet, and rose to put it on the manager’s desk.  I then reached over, picked up the house phone and called the front desk.

Jim answered the phone and said, “Front desk. How can I help you?”

I said, “Jim, this is Mick. Do you have any Smith rooms available right now?”

“Hot date?” He chuckled.

“Yeah kind of.” I replied.

“As a matter of fact, we had one just become available. They snuck out the back, but I saw them drive past the office and went up to check the room. They left the key on the desk and the door open so I really doubt that they are returning.” He laughed lightly before saying, “They barely mussed the bed, ought to be fine for you and your date. You want to pick the key up here or do you want me to bring it over to you?”

“If you could bring it over it would be nice. She’s married and I’d like to keep it as discrete as I can” I replied.

“Oh groovy.” He responded lasciviously, “Any body I know?”

“No, I don’t think so.” I replied.

“Oh.” He said, “I thought it might be that cute new girl. She’s quite a babe, I wouldn’t mind getting some of her myself.”

“No it’s not Karen.” I responded shortly, then I said, “Can you bring the key over here for me or do I need to come over there and take it from you?”

He responded, “Sure, no problem at all, I’ll get it right over to you. I need to get some fresh coffee anyway. You get me a carafe of hot java and I’ll bring you the room key.”

“Great, catch you out front.” I said and hung up the phone.

I filled a carafe with fresh coffee and carried it to the counter. When I got there Jim was already seated at the fountain, with a room key sitting on the bar in front of him. I put the carafe on the bar and looked down the counter, taking in both Karen and Carol. Carol was oblivious to both Jim and me, so intent was she at devouring her treat. Karen on the other hand watched me curiously as I retrieved the key from the counter, but said nothing and looked away quickly as if embarrassed when she saw me watching her.

“Is that your girl friend?” He asked motioning with his head toward Carol.

“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my next door neighbor, but she’s the one I need the room for.” I said with a wink.

Jim responded, “She’s quite a doll! I wish my neighbor looked as good as her. She looks like one hellcat in bed. I’ll bet that you have your hands full with her.” He smirked and then continued, “If you need any help with her, just let me know.”

I chuckled, “No, I think I can handle her today, but I’ll keep your offer in mind.”

He said, “Yeah, do that.” He took one more glance toward Carol, gave Karen a friendly nod, then picked up his coffee and headed for the door and a short return trip to the desk. 

I took the key and walked down the bar. When I got to Carol I held the key up and said, “Look what I got.”

She said, “Oooh, I love a man of action!”

I pulled her dishes from the bar, put them in the bus pan and said, “I need to change. Why don’t you just wait around back by the back door and I’ll be right out.”

A pout formed on her lips and she inquired sadly, “Why? Don’t you want to be seen with me?”

I replied, “No, I’d love to be seen with you. But, I don’t think you want your husband to find out about us. So, I think it’s better if you meet me out back instead of parading through the restaurant with me on your arm.”

Her face instantly brightened and she replied, “Ok! Out back it is then.”

I watched as she got up unsteadily from her stool, picked up her goody filled bag and headed for the door. Once she was headed down the sidewalk I turned and headed through the kitchen to the locker room. I hastily shucked my uniform in favor of a cowboy shirt and jeans and stepped lightly toward the back door to the restaurant.



Amorous Amblings Ch. 06



Carol was waiting impatiently when I walked through the door. She immediately ran her arm through mine and said cheerfully, "Where to, boss?"

I chuckled at that since I knew that I would never be the boss when she was around. I looked into her eyes and said, "I figured we'd go in the back door to the motel so no one sees us. The room is somewhere on the second floor so we'll just go up the stairs and stumble around until we find it."

She hoisted her overloaded bag onto her shoulder and pulled herself tightly against me as we started walking toward the motel, crushing her soft breast to my arm. I felt the warm resilience of her flesh through her clothing as we walked swiftly across the lawn to the back door of the motel. The door was locked, but the room key opened it and we walked somewhat unsteadily up the stairs to the landing on the second floor.

Carol was a bit tipsier than I had realized. She almost lost her balance on more than one occasion while we climbed the stairs and could have easily drug us down to disaster if I had not pulled her heaving body even closer against mine.

"Ooops!" She giggled gaily, "You almost fell. You should be more careful."

"Yeah, I almost fell babe." I responded dryly.

At the top of the stairs Carol leaned hard against me, pushing me against the wall. She lowered her bag to the carpet, turned fully toward me and pushed her body tight against mine. Running her arm around my neck she pulled my face to hers. Her lips smashed to mine and I tasted the sweet flavor of her lipstick. I ran my tongue over her lips as they began to part and then pushed it promptly into her waiting mouth. Our tongues played over one another, dancing in a hot flood of passion while faint groans of passion seeped from our joined mouths. 

My hands roamed her voluptuous form. Caressing with absolute abandon her endowments through the sheer fabric of her dress. I heard her moan into my mouth as my hands coursed over her magnificent breasts, soft waist and firm tight ass.

She ran one hand behind my head and pulled us together even tighter. Our lips pressed forcefully together continued to writhe with the passion of the damned as I kissed her mercilessly. 

Her other hand moved quickly to my crotch and my rapidly hardening manhood. She caressed its rigid length through the fabric of my clothes, desperately moving along its steely length to stroking my balls through my pants and then moved back up to harshly grope my cast-iron member once more.

She pulled her lips from mine. "We'd better get to the room." She gasped, "Otherwise I'm going to rape you right here on the stairs." She placed another kiss on my lips and then pulled away once more to gaze into my eyes.

I let her go reluctantly. "You can't rape the willing." I quipped as I bent to pick up her bag. Straightening with her bag in my hand, I placed my arm protectively around Carol and reached for the handle to the hall door. 

I opened the door and stepped from the stairwell with Carol pressed tightly against me. Carol had one hand firmly ensconced in my crotch while her other hand moved to my back and softly groped my ass. It was lucky that the room happened to be the first door on the right otherwise we might have been arrested for having sex in the hallway.

I opened the door to the room and we virtually tumbled inside. I kicked close the door and Carol smashed her willing body against mine once more and we walked slowly toward the bed with her soft hands playing over my willing body. 

Our bodies were practically attached at the crotch. I imagined that I could feel Carol's wet warmth through our clothes. As we walked I lowered the bag full of booze to the floor and raised my hands to Carol's voluptuous ass, pulling her cunt even tighter against me. Our thighs moved as one as Carol drug me farther into the room.

We stopped when the back of Carols' legs touched the bed. I ran both my hands up her arms to her shoulders, kneading her flesh through the fabric of her cotton coat. I pushed her coat off her shoulders and she let it slide to the bed as I ran my hands around her divine body to her back and the top of her zipper. I put my fingers on zipper to her dress and slowly pulled it down until the back was undone.

I ran my hands under the fabric of her dress and felt the goose flesh grow on her skin. She pulled her mouth from mine. "Oooh, your hands are cold." She giggled.

"Yeah, but I've got you to warm them up." I replied as I pressed my lips to hers once more.

She pulled her lips from mine once more and gently pushed me away. "Why don't you go and take a shower. You need to wash off all the sweat and grime from a long hard day." She cooed. "Besides," she continued, "I want to get everything ready for you sweetie."

Slightly confused I responded, "Get what ready?"

"You'll see." She said sweetly as she pushed me gently toward the bathroom.

"Besides," I said over my shoulder, "Who is this sweetie? I thought I was called ass hole."

The door gently closed behind me and I heard her reply, "Well today you're sweetie ass hole, or ass hole sweetie. I haven't decided yet." I heard her giggle merrily and then there was silence from the other side of the door.

I slipped out of my clothes and piled them on the sink. As I pulled my jockeys off I thought that I heard the motel room door open and close. I almost opened the door to the bathroom to peek out to see if she was still there, but grew self-conscious at the thought. "Must be my imagination." I thought. ""She's not going anywhere till we're done her today." My mental conversation continued with confidence. 

I ran the shower and stepped under its' driving warmth. I lathered up and washed the ice cream and sweat from my pores. I even took the time to shampoo my hair. For some reason it felt so regal and special to take a hot shower in a motel with my married, pregnant, 'mistress' just a thin door away.

I stepped from the shower and toweled my hair and body dry. I combed my hair and wrapped the towel around my lower torso before opening the door and stepping into the room with Carol.

Carol was seated in a chair with a water class half full of champagne in her hand. Next to her were the two bottles of champagne nestled in ice buckets, "So she did leave for a minute." I thought to myself. I looked around the room but I couldn't discern anything else different and I wondered again about her mention of a show. I took another step into the room and Carol got up from her seat, picked up a full tumbler of bubbly from the nightstand, walked the three steps across the room to handed me my drink.

The sway of her body as she walked toward me held much in the way of promise of things to come. My cock jumped quickly from half-mast to full bloom in a matter of a second. It stood out monumentally beneath the loose towel wrapped around my waist. As Carol raised the glass to my waiting hand she gazed intently at the tent made by my erect cock in the terry cloth fabric of the towel. A smile creased her face and the tip of her tongue moved along her crimson lips.

I took the glass from her hand and raised it to my lips to drink. As I sipped the champagne from the water glass Carol reached down, ripped the towel from my body and tossed it into the corner. "We won't be needing that." She said huskily, as she reached down and took my very rigid crank in her soft warm hand.

She stroked my dick slowly, softly, a couple of times before she stepped in close to me, tilted her lovely chin up and began kissing my face and neck softly. I felt her tongue course over my stubbly cheek and down my neck. She bit softly, playfully at the sensitive flesh of my neck sending a chill up my spine before she moved her lips up to the lobe of my ear and softly sucked on it. All the while she slowly stroked my very ready Johnson with her soft hot fingers.

The abrasion of her dress on skin had brought my nipples to full erection. Carol ran her free hand over my chest, she softly moaned as she found my erect little buttons. She took one of my little nips between her thumb and forefinger and gently twisted it then she gently ran the pad of her finger lightly across the very sensitive tip of my erect nip. This elicited a chill of pleasure from my body, "Ummmmm, nice." I moaned lightly.

She shifted her attention to the other nip while at the same time she trailed her tongue down my shoulder and chest. She gently licked at my hot skin, stopping at intervals to place sweet kisses on my burning flesh with her incendiary lips. When she reached my nipple she gently took it between her velvet lips and sucked hungrily.

I could feel her tongue play over the tip of my nipple as she sucked hard upon it. She slowly opened her lips to cover my entire hairy aureole. She ran her tongue over the entire expanse of sensitive skin turning my chest into one large mass of goose flesh and my legs to rubber.

She turned her attention to my other nipple and gave it the same wonderful treatment before she slowly licked her way down my quivering stomach to the hair on my genitals. 

Carol lowered herself to her knees and knelt before me. She kept one hand gently stroking my cock and ran the fingers of her other hand through the tangle of my pubic hair to gently caress the sacks of my testicles.

She watched mesmerized as her hand slowly stroked my rigid dong. She squeezed gently on one up stroke and a small drop of precum flowed slowly from the tip of my dick. Placing her lips close to the head of my rigid meat she flicked out her tongue and eagerly consumed the single drop of white salty fluid.

Carol placed her sweet lips to the tip of my dick and sucked avidly while at the same time she pushed with her hot tongue against the orifice of my crank like I might use my tongue to massage the inside of her cunt. Leisurely she slid the head of my cock into her mouth and slowly moved her lips around it, all the while her white-hot tongue played over purple flesh of my engorged cock head.

I watched as her tongue played over my flesh, and her half open lips caressed my swollen cock. "Mmmm." I moaned lightly. Before tipping the half forgotten glass of champagne up and taking a healthy swig.

She ran her mouth half way down my dong and slowly back up. She pulled her mouth off my rigid member for a second. "You like this treatment, huh?" She asked before sliding my cock back into her mouth.

"Oh, yeah." I answered. "Ummmmm feels so nice babe." I gasped as she slowly impaled her lips on my cock once again.

She stroked my cock with her hot mouth a half dozen mind twisting times and gently kissed its head before rising to her feet. "Now it's time for your show." She said mysteriously. Using my hard cock like a leash she turned me so that my back was to the bed and then gently pushed me backward until my legs brushed against the mattress. 

Smiling lasciviously she gave my hard member a gentle shove and send be backward onto the bed. I sat down herd on the soft mattress sloshing my half filled glass of bubbly all over my lower body and crotch. Carol picked up the bottle of champagne and refilled my glass, then put the wine back into the bucket of ice. "Looks like I'm going to have to clean you up." She said in a husky stage whisper. "But first, I need to dance." She continued more loudly.

Carol turned away from me and walked almost to the wall of the room. When she had her back to me I could see the pale white skin of her back through the V of her unzipped dress, with the strap of a red bra crossing her back. As she reached the wall opposite me she placed her hands on her shoulders and turned her head as far over her shoulder as she could to look back at me. She smiled and began to hum a song, I don't to this day know the name of the song, but it's the one that everyone uses when they begin to strip off their clothes. It goes like this, Ba da baa baa, ba da baa baa.

As the song progressed Carol slowly slid the shoulder straps of her black dress down over her alabaster shoulders, down her arms and until the straps rested on the crux of her elbows. Her skin was almost luminous in the faint light from the lamp, the red straps of the bra outlined her soft white complexion like blood on a sheet of clean paper.

Carol continued to softly hum her song and smile teasingly at me. I nervously sipped at my bubbly and watched mesmerized. The show made my dick throb with desire and the dance was just getting underway. I moaned softly, my cock jumped of its own volition and a large smile crossed Carols face.

She straightened her arms and let them drop to her sides, the dress began to slide majestically to the floor. As it slid past her waist she gave her hips a little shimmy and the black dress dropped like a curtain to her feet exposing her lovely ass and legs. The sight of her backside made me gasp with pleasure and desire.

She was wearing only a red garter belt, to match the bra, and a pair of black nylons. The whole of her lovely butt was exposed to my enraptured gaze.

She licked her lips and put her hands to the cheeks of her ass. She ran her hands over her skin, scratching at her flesh with her red nails. She pushed the cheeks of her ass together and then pulled them apart, exposing the lovely brown eye of her anus and the enticing pink of her pussy lips.

She ran her hands up her back to the clasp of her red bra. Putting her fingers to the clasp she undid it and slowly released the strap. The bra fell free, held only in place by the shoulder straps. Carol place her hands over the cups of the bra and moved them around, making the loose strap jiggle, all the while she continued to hum and watch me appreciatively. 

She slowly turned around to face me, all the while watching my response like a cat watching a canary. As she came to face me she slowly lowered her hands from her bra and ran them down her body, over her soft white belly, until she finally nestled her fingers in the soft light brown thatch of her pussy.

She stroked her cunt, slowly, languidly. The movement of her arms caused the straps of her bra to slide slowly down her arms until the bra hung from her wrists as she pushed her fingers along her steaming gash.

The nipples on Carol's monumental breasts stood out like rigid sentinels. The brown skin of her large aureole was rough with the goose flesh of desire. My thoughts slipped irrationally to the old joke, "What do the bumps around a woman's nipple mean? It's brail for 'suck here, now.'" I almost laughed but I figured that would really spoil the moment.

Carol pulled her hands away from the hot slash between her lovely thighs, grasped the strap of her bra in one hand, raised it above her head and began to slowly twirl the bra over her head. She looked like a voluptuous nearly naked cowgirl, getting ready to rope her randy bull. The movement of her arms caused her firm breasts to jiggle and move back and forth with each twirl, they softly crashed together like two ripe melons with each rotation of her arm.

She slowly turned around while at the same time she continued to swirl the bra over her head. As she completed one full rotation of her body she let fly with the bra in my general direction. As luck would have it the bra smacked me squarely on the forehead and dropped into my lap covering my dick and balls.

We both seemed to be startled by the accuracy of her throw and the show stopped for a second. Recovering first, I picked the bra off my very rigid cock, brought it to my nose to take a long theatrical whiff of her perfume scented undergarment and then placed it on top of my head, draping it over my ears like an ornate, wacky pair of earmuffs.

She giggled loudly, cleared her throat, and then resumed her humming. Raising one foot in a dancers kick she launched one of her high heels in my direction. I managed to catch the it as it sailed by me. She quickly lowered her now unshod foot, hastily raised her other foot and fired the other shoe across the space between us. I couldn't reach that one and it clattered against the wall behind me and fell with a thump to the floor. 

Carol brought her arms against her breasts and squeezed them together, making them look even more impressive than they actually were. Bending over slightly at the waist she began to shimmy and shake while shuffling slowly toward me. She stopped when her flesh grazed the tip of my nose. The scent of her perfume and the aromas of her body wafted over me. Her skin was hot as a coal and lightly coated with a thin sheen of sweat. I sat immobile watching the jiggle of her flesh before me, feeling the heat of her body almost against me, drinking in the intoxicating bouquet of her sexually stimulating scents.

She put her hands to the bra covering my head, grasped the straps, and moved the cups of the brassier to the back of my head. Then using the straps like reins, she pulled my face deep into her ample cleavage.

The scent of her body was completely overpowering. Each breath brought a new scent to stimulate my already overpowered senses. Almost automatically I began to kiss and lick her smoldering flesh. The taste of her flesh roused even higher carnal lusts and I ran my tongue over her soft tissues frantically dining on the erotic taste treats of her sexy skin.

Carol let the bra drop to the bed behind me and ran one of her hands around to the back of my head. Pulling me even tighter into her bosom. She ran her other hand over my shoulder, slowly raked her nails down the burning flesh of my chest and stomach and took my rigid member into her soft, hot grasp.

Grinding my face into her chest she began to slowly stroke my rock hard dick. I heard her moan lightly in delight as her passion grew with each stroke.

Pulling her hand from my rock hard cock she then released my head and stood erect in front of me. She took a half step back and raised her foot to the bed. Putting her fingers to the straps of her garter belt she theatrically unsnapped them, slowly, enticingly until all of the straps holding the first nylon were undone. 

Slowly she slid the stocking down her leg, rolling it into a tight mass just below the knee. She then put one hand on my shoulder, raised her foot from the bed and beckoned for me to complete the task and finish taking the hose off her leg. Eagerly I complied. The smooth soft flesh of her shapely calf felt erotically sensual beneath my clumsy digits. I finally managed to get it off but not without almost pulling her over onto the bed.

She raised her other leg to the bed, but this time I stepped in to complete the entire task. I clumsily unsnapped the restraints and slowly rolled the stocking down her sexy leg, trailing kissed from thigh to heel. By the time I was finished I could see her juices dripping from her thick jungle of blonde pubic hairs.

Carol lowered her foot to the floor and leaned in to grasp my inflexible member. Her wonderful tits brushed my face causing the lust to grow in my loins. 

I reached to Carol's waist and slipped my fingers under the garter belt and slowly slid it down her legs, finally dropping it onto the floor. Releasing it, I slid my hands back up her shapely legs. I felt a slight tremor in her flesh as my fingers caressed her lovely thighs.

I moved my hands leisurely over her legs and up her ass. Tenderly my fingers caressed her resilient heated flesh. Insistently I pulled her ass toward me, startled by the movement Carol lost her balance and toppled over.

Carol fell onto the bed, as she fell she managed to turn to her right side and landed spread eagle at the top of the bed next to the pillows. Instantly I pounce on her and buried my face frantically between her superlative breasts.

I ran my hands over her hot soft flesh, kneading her astounding flesh as I ran my tongue over her exquisite mounds. My lips found one hard nipple and pulled it softly between my hot lips, while my fingers gently pinched the other stiff but supple point of rosé colored flesh.




Amorous Amblings Ch. 06



Carol placed her hands on the back of my head and forced my mouth tighter against the soft wonders. I opened my mouth and took as much of her tasty flesh into my mouth as I could manage and sucked at it while I lasciviously lapped at her succulent tits.

A sigh escaped Carol's lips and a tremor shook her body, I shifted my attention to the twin of her lovely peaks, taking the nipple into my open mouth and running my tongue hungrily over the rough skin of her aureole. My hand slowly moved down her body, across her swelling stomach and into the thick jungle of her love nest.

Her legs were already parted and the steam from her passion was palpable. My digits quickly parted the tangle of blonde hair around her pussy, and dove into the steaming depths of Carol's hot wet swamp. I pushed two and then three fingers into the wet wonder of her cunt, burying them to the second digit and began to rotate them, slowly massaging and caressing the sensitive skin inside her cave of love. 

My rude entry into her red-hot twat made Carol gasp with surprise and then groan with desire. I felt her torrid flesh quiver around my fingers and under the ministrations of my questing tongue. I heard her gasp, then groan, then whimper, "Ungh, aaaahh, Mmmmmph." Her legs clenched and unclenched then shook spasmodically before she relaxed to lie still.

I moved my attention from her heaving chest and trailed my tongue lightly over her sweat-covered flesh. I stopped briefly to lick at her belly button before trailing down her stomach and into the thick thatch of her pubic hair.

I pulled my fingers from her twat as my tongue parted the swollen lips of her cunt. She tasted salty while at the same sweet with a slight metallic tang. My tongue found it difficult to penetrate her cunt from this side angle so I began to turn my body astraddle of hers. As I started to swing my leg across her, I heard Carol say softly, "That's alright baby. You stay right there, I'll swing around."

I returned my attention to her steaming gash as she smoothly pivoted her body underneath me. Her glorious cunt opened to my questing tongue as she raised her legs and put them against the headboard of the bed, then her hot mouth engulfed the full length of my rock hard dick.

I licked hungrily at her steaming wet pussy while she worked ravenously on my stiff cock. To help out the eating, I placed her legs behind my armpits and bent her almost double beneath me. This opened the cavern of love to my starving tongue and I dove into it, smashing my face against the lips of her pussy.

I drove my dick deep into her cavernous mouth and she accepted it lovingly, running her tongue rapidly over it as she sucked noisily on my steely wag. I felt her body shake beneath me and she noisily groaned around the iron hard flesh of my rigid member. My face and mouth were flooded with the juices of her passion as she came again and again.

Pulling my tongue from her cunt I ran it lightly over the crack of her ass and then probed experimentally at the entrance to her ass hole. She moaned lightly so I pushed my tongue into the tight hole. I could only penetrate a fraction of an inch but I used that fraction to massage the sphincter and gently goad the sensitive flesh of her ass. She lifted her but slightly off the bed and sucked even more vigorously at my cock.

I could feel my moment off truth arriving and I wanted to complete myself inside her sweltering pussy. I pried my tongue from her ass hole, pulled my oaken member from her ravenous grasp, and swung my body off of Carol. Getting on my knees I physically pulled a frantic, surprised Carol down the bed and then climbed back atop her.

She lifted her legs to wrap around my waist as I guided my penis between the lubricated lips of pussy. I quickly plunged the entire length of my cock into her sweltering depths and began to viciously slam my body against hers as I drove into her wet wonder again and again. I held my torso at arms length like a man doing pushups and watched her gyrate beneath me as I rammed my long dong into her time after time.

Carol beautiful breasts quivered as I attacked her ravenous pussy. They bounced up and down with each violent stroke of my cock. I watched them mesmerized while I plunged my dick into her time after violent time.

Sweat sprayed from our stomachs as our skin slapped together. The sound of our joining rose in tempo as our passions rose.

"Uuungh!" She groaned as she came once again. "Baby, baby, baby." She muttered again and again as I drove into her sizzling cunt.

I felt my own juices welling up in my testicles. Soon the burning of my white seed ignited and explosion of lust and I flooded her hot pussy with my virile cum. I stroked in and out of her as I shot river after river of white seed into her waiting vessel. It filled her to the edge and then ran down her ass and onto the bed.

I felt her twitch and shake beneath me as she had one more violent orgasm and then we both were spent. I stayed there above her looking at her sweat-covered magnificence until my cock was soft and then I rolled off of her and lay spent beside her breathing softly.

"Whew!" She gasped. "I haven't cum like that in a while. I think I need a smoke and a drink after that." Then she giggled. 

"I didn't know that you smoked." I said softly.

"I don't." She replied, "At least not since high school. But it just seemed to be the thing to do after a bout of sex like that." She giggled nervously and then asked. "I was alright wasn't I?"

Surprised at her question I quickly responded, "Yeah, you were magnificent!"

"I'm glad you liked it, because it sure was special for me." She said as she rolled over and placed a hot kiss on my limp lips.

Carol's pendulous breasts brushed against my arm as her hot breath tickled the skin on my cheek. Despite our recent bout of lovemaking my cock began to harden with anticipation.

She looked down and seeing that my soldier was coming to attention smiled broadly. Reaching down and wrapping her soft fingers around the cum covered girth of my soon to be rigid member Carol cooed, "I think your little friend likes me."

"I think he does." I assented without a pause.

"He's so dirty and messy." She said huskily. "I think he needs a tongue bath." She continued as she brushed her hot lips against mine once again.

"Oh yes." I agreed urgently.

She used her tongue to gently part my lips, sliding it gently into my mouth to course slowly along my teeth. Slowly she slid it deeper into the hot recesses of my mouth where I sucked hungrily upon it.

Pulling her lips slowly from mine she trailed molten kisses down my body. Each touch of her lips brought tingles of pleasure like small electrical shocks. My whole body vibrated beneath her rain of kisses as she came abreast of my now very rigid cock.

She placed her blistering lips to the head of my dick, slowly parting them to engulf the purple crown, then pulling back and running her tongue over the head. "Mmmm." She moaned seductively. "You taste so delicious."

"Why thank you." I gasped breathlessly. 

She ran her tongue down my rigid cock, consuming the sheen of semen coating my hot flesh. Her hot tongue coursed over my sensitive skin cleansing my shaft of the residue of our savage lusts.

Rising to her knees Carol hungrily consumed the full length of my mighty spar, burying its considerable mass within the molten confines of her willing mouth. She slowly pulled her mouth up the length of my crank, and then slowly engulfed it once again.

Holding my dick firmly in her mouth, Carol pivoted her body until her lovely thighs straddled my unresisting head. She sucked ravenously on my crank as she slowly lowered her cum filled gash toward my face.

I looked apprehensively up at the white cum oozing from her freshly pounded pussy. I almost turned my head away this time, but the insistent sucking on my Johnson caused me to reconsider. "In for a penny, in for a pound." I thought to myself.

I placed my hands on the cheeks of Carol's ass and raised my face to her steaming gash. I willingly buried my tongue deep in the gooey ooze that filled her white-hot cunt. The texture was slightly different from the last occasion, perhaps the sheer volume of my eruption had made the difference. 

Soon I was fully consumed with my task of cleansing her voluminous vulva. I shoved my tongue deep within her red-hot depths and was rewarded with the quivering of her hot flesh as she reached completion once again.

She sucked frantically on my crank as I massaged the length of her sweet pussy with my tongue. Surprisingly soon I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled the looming eruption of my white-hot seed into her red-hot pussy. 

She smashed her cunt down against my willing mouth, gasping, "Mmmmmph, ungh, ungh." I felt her skin quiver against my questing tongue as she came again against me.

I felt the burning of my seed coursing up my cock, finally exploding into her eager mouth. I heard her gulp and groan as she consumed the full load of my seed, swallowing mouthful after mouthful until I was totally spent and empty.

She collapsed, half on and half off of me. We lay there panting for five, maybe six minutes before she rose to her knees and crawled off of the bed. I watched as she walked unsteadily to the bathroom, and listened to the running of water in the sink before I lapsed into unconsciousness.

I was startled from sleep by the faint pressure of Carol's lips upon mine. "I must have dozed off." I said sheepishly.

"You were so cute I hated to wake you." She said softly.

I stretched my arms and reached for her. When my hands touched her I realized that she was dressed. I ran my hands over the fabric of her dress and massaged her breast through her clothes.

"I have to go." She said simply before continuing, "Jeff must be going crazy with the kids by now. He'll start to wonder if I'm gone much longer. I told him that party would probably last all day, but I didn't say all night."

"Yeah." I agreed. "You don't want him to get suspicious. Besides he probably wants a little of you too." I added as I stroked her breasts appreciatively.

She chuckled bitterly and said darkly, "He hasn't wanted any of me for months, he'll just go to bed when I get home and leave me to my own devices."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"I'll tell you some other time." She whispered as she placed another burning kiss on my lips. "Right now I have to go, so why don't you relax for a while and think of me." She said softly as she straightened up, grabbed her bag and walked to the door.

As she opened the door she turned back to me and said, "I left the champagne in the ice for you. Why don't you enjoy yourself and I'll call you when I get home." She opened the door wide, blew me a kiss and closed the door softly behind her.

I listened to her footsteps retreating down the hall and then I lay in the dark room digesting the events of the last hour or so. I must have dozed again because I was roused by the call of nature and rose to relieve myself.

I was just returning to the bed when the jangle of the telephone caused me to jump. I let it ring a couple of times before I remembered Carol's promise to call. I reached for the receiver and put it to my ear.

"Hello." I said into the phone.

"Hi." She responded. "Just wanted you to know that I made it home alright." She continued.

I held the phone in silence for a minute before I responded mischievously, "I want to fuck your brains out. Run my tongue over your burning flesh and suck the life out of your lovely nipples."

She chuckled into her phone and then replied clandestinley; "Yes we'll have to do it again very soon. I had a very good time too." Then she concluded, "Now don't be a stranger. We'll have to get together again real soon. Why don't you call me tomorrow?" 

I responded, "Sure sexy. I'll call you tomorrow. Then I'll crawl all over your hot horny body and let you have your way with me again." Then I chuckled into the phone.

"That sounds delightful, we'll do that. Gotta go bye." She replied before muttering the term asshole under her breath and then she hung up.

I sat on the edge of the bed and reached for the champagne. I poured myself a healthy glass of the bubbly and raised the glass in a toast in absentia, "See ya later babe." I said and downed the contents of the glass in one swift gulp.

"Umm, that tastes good." I muttered to myself and I filled my glass once more to the brim. I sipped the drink as I pulled the pillows up to the headboard and settled in for a solitary party. 



Amorous Amblings Ch. 07



I was running down the beach on a very sunny and hot day. I could see the beach houses to my right, each standing against the sky atop their tall pilings. 

Ahead of me ran three lovely women, naked as the day that they were born. Their lovely butts flexed with each step they took on the wet packed sand of the wave swept beach. From time to time they would look over their shoulders at me and giggle lightly, then they would return their attention to the beach in front of them and continue their flight down the sand. 

I couldn’t make out their faces from this distance, but I saw that one was blond, one had light brown hair and the third was a raven-haired brunette.

I began to run harder in my quest to overtake them. Step by step I gradually ate away at their lead ahead of me. They looked over their shoulders again, and I could hear their melodious laughter as they realized that I was inexorably gaining on them.  I could make out the faces of two of the nubile babes, one looked like Carol, the other appeared to be Karen, but I still could not see the face of the middle one even though she turned her head and looked straight at me. It was like there was a freak haze on the beach that covered only her face.

My churning legs ate up the distance between us. As I gained on them I felt the sand kicked up by my feet splatter against my ankles and when I ran through a shallow tidal pool I felt the cool ocean water splash over my body. 

I looked down at my feet and watched them move as they propelled me effortlessly across the sand. My cock stood out like a rigid sentinel. Was it hard in anticipation of action with the ladies, or was it simply the nakedness of the lovelies that inspired its steely demeanor? It seemed unimportant and I watched my erect penis bounce up and down with the efforts of my legs to overtake my quarry. 

I looked up just in time to see that I was about to overtake the three lovelies and my heart about burst with joy at the sight of their tight bodies moving just a dozen steps or so ahead of me. A smile crossed my face and I redoubled my efforts. 

The sound of their feet pounding against the hard packed sand filled my ears as I finally strove to overtake them. I reached out my hands toward the shoulders of the two wenches on either side. I was perhaps a yard behind the trio but in my mind I already felt their soft hot skin beneath my fingertips. It was then that the third woman suddenly turned to face me. Only then did I see her face and I realized that it was my mother. 

Actually, it wasn’t the mother that I had known all of my life, it was my mother as she appeared in the photos from her wild and crazy youth. Young, tight, and unlined, the visage of a lovely young woman before the ravages of time, marriage, and parenthood had taken its toll. She seemed to spin as she ran, and as she turned everything seemed to slow to a snails pace. 

My steps slowed almost to a stop, as did the steps of both Karen and Carol, it was like we were running through water instead of air. However my thoughts seemed to remain at their normal speed and I took in the sight of my dear Mom as she turned her nude body toward me. 

Here again she wasn’t the mother that I knew. She was a tight bellied, raven locked nymphet with high firm breasts and a thick thatch of dark black hair between her shapely well tanned thighs. 

As she was completing her turn toward me, both Carol and Karen completed a synchronized turn toward me and came to a sudden stop in front of me. They all giggled as Mom opened her arms wide to embrace me. 

I couldn’t seem to stop as suddenly as they, and ran head long into the group of them causing the three of us to fall in a writhing pile on the sandy beach. We fell slowly and lightly onto the soft sand and lay there laughing for a moment. Bodies crushed together, limbs intertwined.

It surprised me that none of us were hurt as our bodies came together. We all just lay there in a pile giggling and laughing and hugging and caressing for a moment before my Mom rolled me over, put her soft lips to mine and kissed me passionately, erotically, sensuously. Her soft lips smashed against mine and immediately she thrust her hot tongue between my unresisting lips, running it deep into my mouth where I sucked on it passionately.

The touch of her lips on mine sent shock waves of desire through my body. I felt the blood rush to my head as her hot, wet mouth covered mine in a kiss of violent, carnal lust. Her hot breath burned my upper lip as she pulled me closer, crushing our bodies together, engulfing my mouth in a torrid kiss. Her tongue danced inside my wide-open mouth, stroking my tongue avidly, and then playing along my teeth before she pushed it deep inside my unresisting mouth. “Mmmmmph, umm.” She moaned as her hot hard tongue moved around wildly inside of my mouth. She pulled her lips from mine and began licking my cheek and then my neck, stopping occasionally to nip playfully at my fevered flesh with her sharp teeth.

She ran her tongue into my ear and then she whispered, “You taste good baby. Your momma loves her baby.”

“I love you too.” I replied breathlessly.

“Yeah, I can tell you do.” She replied before she pushed her face tightly against my neck and began to suck and bite ravenously on my skin.

I felt a hand move across my hard cock and begin to stroke it fervently. I wasn’t sure who it was, but from the movement of my mother’s breast against my shoulder I figured it was Mom. She stroked me for a moment before she removed her hand from my cock and began to fondle my balls. She pulled her mouth from my neck, raised up slightly to look me in the eyes from just a couple of inches away and asked “You like your mommy doing this to you?” 

“Oh yeah!” I moaned gutturally before she smashed her lips to mine once more.

Mom moved her fingers from my balls and trailed them up the sensitive flesh of my chest. She playfully pinched my erect nipples and then drug her tapered nails across my burning skin.

I felt warm lips glide over my cock and the wet warmth of a willing mouth engulf my engorged flesh. The anonymous lips stroked and sucked my hard manhood with hungry fervor. I was able to pull just a bit away from the ravenous kiss of my mother and see the long, brown hair of Karen bobbing up and down as she sucked furiously on my rock hard dick. I could hear her moan, “Mmmmmph, galumph.” And hear the wet slavering of her lips on my crank.

I felt the hot hands of the third comely wench move to my buttocks and pull my legs farther apart. Then the hot, wet feel of first a tongue stroking my fevered nuts and then a hot mouth devouring my balls like some gourmet treat. “Mmmm, ummmmm.” I heard Carol moan and I felt the vibration of her grunts of passion as she sucked ardently on my testicles.

My mother pulled her lips from mine, smiled mysteriously at me and rose from beside me. Sand lightly covered her sweaty skin, leaving a light crust on her firm round tits. She brushed at the sand uselessly as she rose over me. She stood there for a minute gazing down at me with her legs slightly spread, her dark bush directly above my line of sight.

She ran her hands down her tanned skin, lightly brushing at the sand that covered her. She gently stroked her tight, flat stomach, slowly moving her fingers toward the “V” of black pubic hair between her incomparable thighs.

A lascivious smile crossed her red lips as her fingers entered the tangle of thick hair covering her cunt. She closed her eyes and she placed her left hand on the lips of her pussy, pushing them apart to expose the dark pink flesh of her cunt. Her clitoris was engorged and stood like an obelisk in the center of her ragged slit. 

Her right hand, moved toward her gash and she ran her first two fingers into her canyon of lust. They parted to take her huge clit between them and she began to stroke herself, all the while rocking back and forth and moaning melodically.

Hypnotized, I watched as her jaw went slack and she seemed to quiver. A light moan escaped her half closed lips before she opened her eyes and looked down at me smiling meaningfully.

Mom pulled her fingers from her steaming cunt, raised her fingers to her lips and licked them, slowly, in a delightfully depraved manner. All the while she gazed at me raptly, gauging my reaction.

As in a distance I heard myself moan as I reached an explosive orgasm and shot my wad into the warm lovely mouth of Karen. She gulped avidly as my white hot sperm filled her soft mouth, moaning lovingly, passionately as she swallowed cup after cup of my seed.

“That’s it sweetie.” I heard my mother say. “Take good care of my little boy’s dick while I have some fun up here.” 

She lifted her left foot and stepped astride my body. Slowly she lowered her sandy body onto my stomach. Looking down I saw her wet gash split and her enormous clit slide from its fleshy sheath. I felt the heat of her wet pussy against my skin, as she brought her steaming cunt to rest against the hard muscles of my abdomen.  Slowly she stroked her cunt against my stomach, she placed her hands against my shoulders and used them for support as she moved her body languorously forward and back, stroking her hot flesh against the washboard of my stomach.

I thought I felt her skin quiver against mine and felt the warm wash of her juices across my flesh as she came one more time. She stopped her rocking, opened her eyes and smiled at me, running her pink tongue over her ruby lips in a blatantly sexual way. 

She leaned down and placed a soft loving kiss on my lips and then my forehead before placing a hand behind my head and straightening up. As she rose she lifted my head and pressed my face tight against her sand encrusted boob. Smashing my unresisting mouth to her fevered skin

My mouth went immediately to her erect nipple and I sucked hungrily, cleaning the sand from her salty skin with my tongue. I ran my tongue over her hard nip and then stroked the rough skin of her aureole. I swallowed the sand and sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could and gently but passionately stroked it with my searching tongue. I heard her moan deeply, animally with pleasure as I ran my tongue over her soft skin.

I felt Karen lift her head from my still rock hard Johnson. The familiar soft and eager lips of Carol immediately replaced her mouth. I felt her begin her long, slow stroking on my dong as I sucked adoringly on my mother’s breast.

Mom released my head and it slowly dropped to the sand. I watched as she straightened her legs slightly and lifted her cunt from my stomach. She shuffled slowly forward on her knees until she placed the dripping lips of her cunt directly above my lips.

Tenderly she lowered her torrid twat to my awaiting lips. I ran my tongue over the sweet hot flesh of her pussy and was rewarded by the feel of her flesh quivering beneath my touch. 

I lifted my hands from the sand and placed them lovingly on her firm buttocks. Using my grip as leverage I pressed my hungry lips even tighter against the soft wet lips of her burning twat and drank deeply of her hot lust. 

I parted the thick, black thatch of pubic hair and gently but hungrily stroked my tongue across the soft hot lips of her cunt. Her clit was long and hard, it almost jumped between my lips and I sucked avidly on it as she ground her snatch against my face. 

Her pussy was wet and hot. It steamed with desire and passion as she continued to gyrate her ass. Slowly massaging her labia against my lips and tongue all the while moaning loudly yet sweetly.

I gripped the cheeks of her ass viciously in my strong hands. Bruising her soft flesh with my iron digits as I cruelly massaged the writhing muscles of her ass. I felt her quiver against me and a deep, throaty moan escaped her lips as a torrent of searing juices flowed from her hot twat, and down my chin.

I continued to probe at her twat with my rigid tongue. Moving it down the length of her steaming swamp of lust. I thrust it deeply into the sweltering depths of her aromatic cunt. Once more I heard her moan and felt her flesh quiver against my face and around my tongue. 

I felt my seed surging up the length of my shaft and explode into the hot confines of Carol’s mouth. I heard her moan appreciatively as I shot rope after rope of hot cum down her throat. I arched my body off the hot sand and quivered wildly as Carol sucked me dry like a vampire consuming the blood of its prey. 

My convulsions ceased slowly but Mom’s continued on for what seemed forever. As her tremors finally subsided I continued to ply her pussy with my lips and tongue. She idly stroked my hair as I teased and probed at her steaming cunt.

Opening my eyes, I gazed up her body, over the thick tangle of her dark pubic hairs, past the flat expanse of her stomach to the gently sway of her firm round tits. As I watched, a pair of tanned legs and a light brown thatch that I knew must be Karen’s moved into my view. 

Her feet moved to the top of my head and then she parted them to straddle me as she moved slowly forward, toward my mother. I could see the sun refracting in the drops of juices nestled in the thin pubic hair covering her pink twat. She extended her expressive hands as she slowly moved her dripping cunt toward the lips of my dear mother.

I watched mesmerized as she put her hands to the back of my Mom’s head and brought it unresistingly toward her sweltering snatch. My mother stuck out her tongue and slowly licked at the moisture on Karen’s thin covering of light brown pubic hair.

As mom moved her tongue through the thick tangle of pubic hair and along the pink lips of her pussy I heard Karen softly moan. I watched as Karen thrust her hips toward the questing tongue of my mother while off in the distance arose the faint yet frantic jingle of a telephone. As I listened the ringing seemed to move closer and closer until it seemed to be inside of my ear. 

“Why doesn’t somebody answer the damn phone?” I said irritably to myself.

The sound of my own voice awoke me. My eyes opened slowly and I blinked confusedly into the darkness with the sound of a telephone ringing frenetically just inches from my head. My hand slapped almost of its own accord in the direction of the ringing. On the third attempt my sleep-paralyzed hand managed to lift the receiver from its cradle.

“Huh?” I managed to gasp gutturally into the phone.

“So you’re still there huh Mick?” I heard a faintly familiar voice intone.

Slowly recognition dawned on me and I said, “Yeah Jim. I must have dozed off. I’ll be up and out of here in a minute. Sorry.”

Jim replied, “No problem, stay as long as you want. As long as you’re out by checkout time tomorrow you’ll be just fine.”

He paused for a moment and I could hear him say something to another person, then he continued. “There’s somebody down here that’s worried about you.”

“Yeah who?” I inquired groggily.

“The new gal, Karen. She came in here and asked if you were ok. I told her that I didn’t know so she made me call you.” He paused again and then asked sheepishly, “I didn’t interrupt anything did I?”

“Naw,” I replied, “I was just sleeping. Carol left a while ago and I guess I just passed out or something.” I continued groggily.

“Cool!” Jim replied then I heard a voice in the background say something before Jim came back on, “Do ya mind if Karen comes up?” he asked hastily.

“No that’ll be fine.” I replied.

“Good.” He said into the mouthpiece, “Because she’s headed up the stairs right now.” He paused for an instant then he continued, “I don’t know what you put in your Wheaties this morning, but you might let me have some of it. Man, you’ve got some fan club today.” 

I replied, “Ok, Sure, I will.” And I hung up the phone and swung my naked legs off the bed.

I reached for the lamp on the nightstand and turned it on before rising from the bed and walking to the door. I cracked open the door and listened to the quick muted cadence of Karen’s shoes on the carpeted floor of the hallway.

Leaving the door slightly ajar, I walked quickly to the bathroom. I turned on the light, stepped inside and was just closing the door when I heard Karen lightly rap on the door to the motel room.

“Come on in. I need to clean up a bit. Make yourself at home.” I said as I turned on the faucet on the bathroom sink and splashed cold water on my face.

I heard the door close and though that I heard the rattle of the security lock sliding home before I heard Karen say, “Ok, I will. Nice room.”

Raising my head from the sink and reaching for a washrag I said, “Yeah, I guess. But once you’ve seen one motel room, you’ve seen them all”

I heard her chuckle nervously and then reply, “Yeah I guess. But then I haven’t seen all that many motel rooms.”

After that riposte there was silence except for the babble of water in the sink as I attempted to cleanse the scent of Carol and sex from my body. When I was finally satisfied, I reached for my jeans and pulled them on, leaving my underwear off. Then I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders, snapping the lower half of the pearl snaps but leaving my chest exposed. I cursorily checked out myself in the mirror, noticing that my hair stood up like Alfalfa of the Little Rascals, I pulled out my comb and ran it hastily through my locks.

I checked myself out in the mirror again, “Not too bad.” I mumbled. Finally satisfied with my appearance I opened the door and stepped nervously into the Motel room.

Karen was sitting on the bed nervously smoking a cigarette. She had placed her handbag on the nightstand and put her glasses on top of it. I watched as her fingers unsteadily brought the smoke to her lips. She took a long drag and pulled the cigarette away from her lips before exhaling luxuriantly through her nostrils. Then she reached over and flicked the ash from the cig into the ashtray and still holding the smoke between her fingers placed her hand on her thigh.

She looked up at me and began, “I saw your car in the lot when I got off work and got a little worried.” She paused a minute before continuing, “I saw Jim give you a key so I figured he would know where you were so I went to the office to check.”

I replied awkwardly, “Well I’m just fine. Maybe a little drunk, but other wise just fine.” I looked at the champagne bottle sitting on the nightstand and the other still unopened bottle in the ice bucket and said, “There’s still some left. You want some?”

She replied, “Yeah, sure. I’d love some. Do you have a clean glass?”

I responded, “No, but just give me a sec and I’ll wash ya one.” I grabbed the glass that I had been using from the nightstand and took it into the bathroom. After rinsing it out I returned to the room, picked up the already open bottle and poured what little was left in it into the clean glass. I handed the glass to Karen and she raised it to her lips.

“Oooh, this is warm and flat.” She said as she wrinkled her nose. “You mind if we open the other one?” She asked almost shyly.

“No, of course not. That’s what it’s for.” I said as I fished the other bottle from its cradle in the ice bucket and clumsily tried to open it.

“Here, give me that.” Karen chuckled as I unsuccessfully attempted to be so debonair and open the bottle of bubbly for the fair maiden.

She sat her glass on the nightstand, crushed out her smoke in the ashtray and extended her hand toward me. Embarrassed, I slowly handed the bottle to her. Then I walked to the nightstand and picked up her glass of warm champagne and walked back toward the restroom. 

With one deft twist she had the wire cage off the cork. She leaned over and picked up the towel from the floor and put it over the cork before slowly working the plug from the neck of the bottle. A loud, but muffled pop sounded as the cork came loose, followed by a wash of foamy champagne into the towel. As she pulled the towel away a line of champagne ran over and onto the green shift that she was wearing.




Amorous Amblings Ch. 07



“Shit!” She muttered. “That’s gonna make a mess.”

I turned and dumped the glass of warm wine into the sink and handed the empty glass back to her. I walked to the nightstand and picked up the glass with the lipstick smear on it and extended it toward her. Karen filled her glass to the rim and then topped off the glass in my hand. She then pushed the cork back into the neck of the bottle, and slid the bottle back into the ice bucket before raising her glass in a toast.

“To you’re being alright.” She said before raising the glass to her lips and taking a long slow drink. 

I stood there watching for a minute before bringing my own glass to my lips and taking a small sip of the sweet beverage. Silence fell between us like a curtain as we sipped on our drinks. I moved from the doorway to the chair opposite Karen and sat down.

I had never seen Karen out of uniform, so to speak. And I never really realized how lovely she actually was. Today she was wearing a green shift of an oriental design, with the high collar like Suzy Wong would have worn. It was sleeveless and ended just above the knees. It was the kind of dress the protected the property but didn’t obstruct the view. It softly caressed the lovely curves of her body, accentuating where it should but not detracting from any point of interest.

The color of the dress was almost an exact match of the color of her eyes. When she finally lifted her eyes to mine it was almost like they were mirrors catching the hues of the dress and reflecting them at me.

Her hair hung loose and fell over her shoulder. It was strange to not see it tied back in a bun, and the way it fell across her shoulder on one side accentuated the line of her slender neck and drew the attention, like an arrow, to the line of her breast.

I watched the rise and fall of her breasts and the movement of her dress as she nervously sipped on her drink. When she finished her first glass she leaned over to retrieve the bottle of champagne from the ice and casually poured herself a refill, before holding the bottle out to top my glass off.

She put the glass to her lips and took a healthy pull on it, emptying half the drink in one long sip. She then put the glass in her lap, gripping it with both hands and cleared her throat.

I was totally caught up in watching her and the sound of her clearing her throat startled me slightly. I sipped on my drink, trying to appear casual, but my attention was totally captivated by Karen.

“I think that you know that I’m attracted to you.” She began softly, almost shyly.

“Yeah.” I responded, wondering where this was leading.

“And I think that you are attracted to me.” She continued equally softly.

“Yeah, you could say that.” I concurred without hesitation.

She sat there as the seconds passed, appearing flustered and not knowing exactly how to continue. Then suddenly she blurted out, “Ok, lets cut the crap. I’m horny and I want you to make love to me.”

This didn’t really catch me by surprise, but the way she said it kind of set me back on my heels a bit. It wasn’t every day that a good-looking gal tossed a statement like that by you.

Before I could respond Karen rushed headlong into her spiel, “Look, we both know that this isn’t completely out of the blue. If I could have, I would have fucked you in the restroom at work today. But that didn’t happen so here we are.” She paused to wet her whistle with the champagne, and then continued. “I need to have some sex and I want to have it with you. You don’t have to worry about my getting pregnant, I’m already married and besides I’m on the pill. So you’re free and clear if you want to do it with me.” She seemed to run out of steam at that point and raised her glass in a shaky hand to her lips and took a long trembling sip.

I was a bit stunned by the turn of our conversation, but not disappointed at all. She was definitely right that I was attracted to her, as a matter of fact my cock was getting hard just thinking about filling her tight pussy with my white hot cum. But the way she couched her argument was a little daunting. 

Combine that with the fact that I had already had a wild bout of sex with another lady just an hour or so prior and I was not at all sure how well I would be able to perform in the sack. Well, lets just say that I was a bit intimidated. I felt like I was in my salesmanship class and was involved in an exercise on how to close a sale. She had laid out her offer rather well and now it was my turn to state my concerns.

“There’s just no way that I can turn an offer like that down.” I said with a light chuckle. “But, I really don’t know how much good I’m going to be for you.” I continued before I lifted my glass to my lips and took a shot of the bubbly.

“I’ll take my chances on that.” She stated tersely before continuing softly almost plaintively, “I just need to have some sex. I’m not really a slut ya know, but, please make love to me.” 

“Sure,” I responded. “How’s a gentleman supposed to turn down an offer like that?” I continued before standing, draining the dregs from my drink and sitting the now empty glass on the nightstand.

Karen stood up and immediately reached around to the back of her dress and began to unzip the garment. I wanted to watch her undress, but I knew that I needed to do a couple of things first.

“Look, I’m pretty grimy and goopy, so why don’t you let me take a quick shower before we begin.” I said as I took a step forward and placed a quick kiss in her hot soft lips.

Frustration was palpable in her words as she said quietly, “Sure, go ahead. I’ll get ready here. Just don’t take too long.”

I replied, “You can count on that.” At that I turned and walked into the bathroom.

For some unknown reason, I pulled the door closed behind me, letting it latch before moving to the shower and setting the water to warming up. Turning away from the tub I dropped my pants once more to the floor of the room and then shucked my shirt right on top of them. I stepped into the tub and let the warm liquid cascade over my sexually drained body.

I lathered up and washed the residue of spilled champagne and sexually stimulated sweat from my skin. Dipping my head under the shower head I ran refreshing water over my cotton filled head, then turned my face into the cascade and washed the sheen of cum from my lips and skin.

Once clean I decided to clear my muddled brain with a torrent of cold water. It was the technique that I used to wake myself up for school when I had been out too late the night before, hot, cold and then hot again.. I stood under the shower as the water got colder and colder. I slowly turned under the freezing water until my teeth chattered and my head cleared. Then I turned the hot water back on and let it bring my body temperature back to a reasonable level. It worked like a charm every time and this time was no exception. I stood beneath the pounding shower for a few more seconds with my head cleared and body revitalized.

I was just about to lean down and turn off the water when I heard the faint click of the bathroom door opening. Surprised, I turned my head toward the sound just in time to see Karen pull the shower curtain back and step naked into the tub with me.

“You’re taking too damn long.” She complained.

“Just getting ready for you.” I quipped as my eyes roamed the exquisite curves of her tight body.

In my fantasies, Karen’s breasts had been like half grapefruits, firm and shapely but not remarkably large. In reality her unfettered tits were more like half honeydew melons topped by the small pink cherry of her superb erect nipples. 

Below her lovely boobs her flat stomach tapered to a slim waist before broadening enticingly to a very shapely and firm ass. The thatch at the nexus of her thighs was the same hue as her hair, with soft silky strands that now dripped the moisture that cascaded over her body.

“I need to get some of the grime off my body anyway. Hand me the soap.” She said as she turned her lovely body under the water.

I picked up the soap, and ran my hands over it, working up lather before putting the soap down in the soap dish. I placed my soapy hands against her firm flesh of her shapely breasts and began to envelop them with soapy lather. Karen’s skin become slick beneath my touch, my fingers slid effortlessly across her velvet flesh as I caressed Karen’s golden curves.

My fingers gently stroked the hot flesh of her breasts, stopping to gently tease the hard flesh of her small but exquisite nips. She half closed her eyes and a small shiver coursed through her body as I kneaded the soft yet firm and resilient flesh of her gorgeous breasts.

I continued to massage her tits with one hand while I leaned down and picked up the small bar of soap with the other hand. Holding the soap in the palm of my right hand I ran the bar of soap over her skin, leaving in its wake a thin lubricating film of suds. The feel of my hand sliding over the tight skin of this lovely damsel made my body shiver in concert with hers and my cock rose quickly to its full and very rigid mass.

Karen placed her delicate hand on my rigid manhood. She smiled dreamily as she stroked it slowly. The feel of her soft fingers on my hot, hard flesh sent waves of heat and desire through my body. “This will do me very well.” She said absentmindedly as she continued to run her fingers up and down the considerable length of my now rock hard shaft.

Still slowly stroking my crank, she stepped in close to me and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Her tongue tenderly touched my lips like the soft touch of a butterfly. With her mouth just barely in contact with mine, she slowly, lovingly, moved her tongue over my lips, scarcely making contact but gently probing at the same time.  The sensation was so simplistic and caring, yet so very erotic at the same time.

Taking her lips from mine, yet not by much, she pushed her tongue between my lips, gently forcing it between them, probing and stroking with the very tip at my hot lips with her fevered tongue. The sensation was so innocent yet so sexual at the same time as I stood there passively and let her caress my lips and my cock.

Her hot breath on my lips came in gasps as her heat rose. My hands continued to caress her firm boobs as she stroked slowly on my hot rigid meat. I gently ran the pads of my thumbs over her erect little nipples, first one direction, and then the other. I felt her quiver beneath my touch and she tilted her head back and gave out a long soft sigh.

Placing one hand behind my head she pulled our mouths together once more. This time she ran her tongue over my lips and then suddenly she smashed her hot lips passionately to mine while she pushed her pushed her hard tongue between my unresisting lips, driving it deep inside of my mouth. Her tongue tasted of mints and tobacco as it writhed deep inside of me. I felt the tip of her tongue touch the roof of my mouth deep in my oral orifice. I had never experienced a woman with such a massive and agile tongue. She pushed it so deeply into my mouth that I couldn’t help but wonder if she would push it into my throat and choke me with it.

My tongue moved against hers and they danced together in the tango of passion, then she withdrew her tongue and I forced mine deep inside of her sweet mouth where they jousted and danced as she sucked on it vigorously.

Karen moved her body closer against mine, guiding my cock between her legs, slowly stroking the lips of her hot pussy with its purple head. She moaned softly as she ran its eager tip along the length of her sweltering slit, rocking slowly against it as we rapaciously kissed. She tickled the outer lips of her vagina with the tip of my rock hard cock before sliding the fevered head of my engorged penis gently between the equally feverish lips of her cunt.

The mouth of her twat was tight around the head of my cock, so virginal yet so hot and willing. I could feel the quiver of her flesh around me as I continued to squeeze and gently knead the firm flesh of her high, tight breasts.

She thrust her hips at me and succeeded in burying half my cock inside of her passion playground before she began to rotate her hips and slowly run her tight twat up and down my rigid member. I pushed toward her but I was unable to push anymore of my rock hard meat into her red-hot twat. She was so very tight that despite the generous lubrication of her cunt I was not able to push my cock any farther into her from this angle and there was no leverage for me to gain without a handhold of her flesh.  Karen moved her hand from my dick and ran it around my neck, pulling our mouths tightly together. Smashing her soft lips even more tightly to mine.

I reluctantly released Karen’s tits and slowly slid my hands over her wet skin. Gently trailing my fingers over the hot skin covering her ribs, past her slender waist and across the satin skin of her firm, muscular hips.

I trailed my hands across her burning flesh until I reached the top of her thighs. Taking the firm muscular cheeks of her ass in the firm grip of my hands I slowly pulled her toward me, leisurely sliding my cock deep inside her, impaling her fiery cunt on the firm staff of my cock.

I felt her gasp into my mouth as my massive Johnson slid home deep inside of her tight wet pussy. She pulled her tongue from my mouth and gently, but painfully bit my lower lip as the flesh of her hot pussy stretched to accommodate the full length and girth of my engorged penis.

We stood there motionless beneath the torrent of warm water pouring from the showerhead. I felt the trembling of her thighs against mine. I felt the quivering of the soft hot flesh of her cunt around my rigid cock.

She released my lower lip and pressed her questing tongue, deep into my mouth once more. I gently caressed her ass and she began to slowly move her hips. Ever so slowly, ever so slightly, she pulled her tight twat along my rigid dong. She only moved an inch or so but the sensation of her hot flesh moving along my engorged penis was superb.

I crushed my lips even tighter to hers and sucked ravenously on her long tongue as I began to thrust my hips at her, once again burying my steely pride deep in her sizzling snatch. With my penis buried deep within her I rotated my hips against her hips grinding my pelvis against her sensitive clit. Then slowly I pulled my cock almost out of her before thrusting deeply into her once again.

I heard her grunt as I rammed my cock home, then groan gutturally as I withdrew and slammed it inside her once more. I felt her flesh quake and her legs seemed to go limp as I picked up the rhythm and pushed my crank into her time after time. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and my hands gripping her ass seemed her only support and she held on to me like a drowning sailor as my unrelenting assault continued.

She pulled her lips from mine and moaned deeply and throatily. Her legs moved against mine, trembling like a dreamer in a spasm. I felt her cunt quiver as she came and she pulled me tightly against her while her entire body shook with rapturous abandon.


I stood stock still, my cock captured within her tight pussy, until her shaking subsided. Then kissing her lightly on her supple fevered lips I began to slowly move in and out of her once again.

As I slowly, tenderly stroked in and out of her feverish twat, she moved her lips from mine and trailing kisses up my jaw line moved her attention to my earlobe. She tenderly kissed my ear, and then slowly inserted the tip of her tongue inside of my ear. She moved the tip of her tongue around my ear and into it. The sensation of her invasion sent shock waves through my entire body and my stroking faltered and stopped.

Karen pulled her searching tongue from my ear and whispered, “Whew, love, that was good. But, why don’t we finish this off on the bed?” 

Never one to disappoint a lady I responded simply, “Sounds good to me.”

Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled away from me, pulled the shower curtain back and agilely jumped out of the shower. I turned and cut off the water before following swiftly behind.

She was nearly dry when I stepped out beside her. She tossed the towel playfully to me and raced through the door to the bedroom. “Meet you in the bed.” She giggled and then I heard a loud thump that could only have been made if she threw herself recklessly onto the mattress.

I dried myself as quickly as I could and raced into the bedroom. Karen was lying on the bed, legs spread and ready with arms outstretched.

“Come on lover, don’t waste time.” She said. Then she continued with out missing a beat, “I want you inside me and I want it now!”

I moved to the foot of the bed and crawled over her. I started to kiss her twat but she interrupted me by stating flatly, “That’s not what I want in me Mick. I want your nice long dick, not your tongue. Now come on, quit teasing me.”

I responded, “Ok, whatever the lady wants.” as I moved up and over her body. I slowly kissed my way up the length of her tight and muscular body. Every place I touched with my burning lips seemed to tremble beneath my velvet touch. I tarried for a moment upon reaching the delectable globes of her perfect breasts. I kissed first one breast, then the other, trailing my tongue over the satin skin of her cleavage, around her small delicate aureole, and finally taking her tiny, but hard nipple between my supple lips to suck on it ravenously.

I took as much of her soft breast into my mouth as I could and ran my tongue over her sensitive flesh. Karen put her delicate hands on the back of my head and pushed my mouth even more tightly against the resilient flesh of her flawless tits. I felt her body tremble beneath my tongue and felt her twine her finger into my hair, gently pulling my hair as she attempted to suffocate me against her supple globes. 

I lowered my stomach against her searing snatch and rubbed my hard abdomen in the dripping juices of her pussy. Karen almost immediately wrapped her long legs around my midsection, trapping my body in their iron grip, and began to gyrate her cunt against the hard muscles of my stomach.

With effort I pulled my lips from the tiny rosette of Karen’s left breast and trailed my tongue across her golden cleavage to the opposite perfect orb. Pain greeted me there as she tightened her grip on my hair and frantically pushed my mouth down on her tiny, hard, pink nipple.

I felt her body shake against mine as she erupted in a massive orgasm. “Ugh, ummmmm, god!” she moaned in a low guttural voice before continuing, “Ungh, ugh, shit!” as her body shook beneath me. 

Karen’s juices coated the skin of my stomach as she arched her back forcefully against me, crying out softly in what was more a feral growl than a cry of passion, actually lifting me high off of the mattress in one massive, trembling convulsion before finally subsiding with a massive grunt and a huge sigh.

Her legs dropped from around my body and her fingers relaxed in my hair as her orgasm subsided. I continued to lap at the flesh of her breast with my questing tongue but managed to pry my lips away from the perfection of her tiny pink nip and begin my journey up the sweat covered flesh of this goddess of passion.

I trailed my tongue over her moist, salty skin. Gently prodding the skin of her breast to her shoulder and then across the hollow of her shoulder to her neck. “Ewe, that tickles!” she giggled as I ran my tongue up the inside of her neck to her jaw line.

I pulled my mouth from her neck, pushed my body up on my arms like I was doing pushups and looked down at the voluptuous form of Karen as she lay beneath me. I shifted my legs slightly to position my rock hard cock over the gates to her wonderland of lust. 

Karen reached down, grasped my oaken member lightly in her tender hands, and guided me against the opening of her cunt. 




Amorous Amblings Ch. 07



I pushed gently against her wet lips and her tropical warmth engulfed the head of my dick. I held still for a moment, watching the dreamy expression on Karen’s soft lips, before slowly immersing the full scope of my steely shaft deep within her passionate depths as I penetrated her tight hot twat once more. 

Buried deep within her I continued watching her expression. She had the serene look of an angel, or perhaps the contented look of a sated cat on her lovely face as I violated her vagina with the iron rod of my cock.  Her eyes were closed and a contented smile crept across her lips as my pelvis pushed lightly against hers. “Ummmmm.”  She moaned softly, dreamily. 

Slowly, I pulled my shaft from her hot twat, held it a second at the top of the stroke with just the head of my dick buried between her hot wet lips and then slowly pushed into her again until the whole length of my meat lay encased in her warmth.  She leaned her head back tightly against the pillow and exhaled throatily as the head of my dick bottomed out inside of her. I felt my dick rub against the entrance to her cervix as I rotated my pelvis against hers, once, twice, then three times before I again and stroked out of her sweltering depths. 

This time I held myself just inside of the lips of her twat for a count of five, and when I felt her start to arch her body to take me inside once more, I slammed it home with a thump. She exhaled loudly as I pushed her body against the bed, and I heard her moan, “Mmmmngh, mmmnnnngh, oh oooh.”

I began to slowly stroke in and out of her hot twat, the rhythm building gradually to a stead beat. Karen wrapped her legs around mine and began to match my thrusts with those of her own. Soon there was a steady slam of flesh as our bodies collided at the end of each violent and passionate stroke.

I continued to watch Karen as I fucked her hot pussy with my raging cock. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open, steady moans and guttural exclamations emanated from her slack lips as I thrust violently into her again and again. Sweat dripped from my pile driving body onto her sweet skin, mixing with her sweat to run down her sides onto the bed. Her breasts moved up and down with the rhythm of our lovemaking, their firm texture jiggled delightfully with each down stroke of my hips. The firm little nipple in the middle of each delicate pink rosette stood out with passion as she thrust up at me with every stroke. 

She put her hands to my back, running her hands over my heated skin. Slowly, fervently stroking my muscular shoulders and back, massaging my buttocks, digging her short nails into my flesh when an orgasm shook her delicious body. Our mixed sweat glistened on her satin skin, spraying as our bodies collided in ardor again and again.

I felt my loins begin to burn as the small amount of cum I had left began its journey down the length of my steely shaft into Karen’s tight twat, I tied to hold off as long as possible, but I knew that I would soon explode into the lovely receptacle that I was pounding into. 

As I knew my time was close, I watched Karen’s face for a sign that she was ready to cum too. I saw her jaw muscles tighten, and I felt her nails dig violently into my shoulders. She leaned her head back, opened her lovely mouth and cried, “Mmmmngh, Uuungh, oh god! Uuungh!” And she lifted her hips from the mattress as her body convulsed in the throes of a massive orgasm.

Simultaneously my white-hot sperm, or at least what was left of it, exploded into her raging hot twat. Karen gritted her teeth and held the massive arch of her back for maybe twenty seconds before collapsing back onto the bed. I collapsed with her and lay on top of her spent and exhausted, my breath coming in ragged gasps for a few seconds before I rolled off and lay beside her on the mattress.

I must have dozed again, because the movement of the bed startled me as Karen rolled off and padded into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Through the closed door I heard the heard the splash of water in the toilet as she relieved herself, quickly followed by the rattle of the toilet paper dispenser and then the flow of water into the sink.

Thinking that she was getting ready to leave and go home to her family, I rolled onto my side and waited for the door to open and Karen to emerge. I didn’t have long to wait because almost as soon as the water was turned off in the sink the door opened and Karen strode out, still very much naked and with a washrag in hand.

I watched the movement of her delightful body crossing the room toward me. As she neared the bed she extended the hand holding the washcloth toward me and said sweetly, “I figured you might like to clean up a bit.” Then she smiled happily at me.

I took the proffered cloth and wiped my genitals and the spot we had made on the bedspread with it before tossing it unceremoniously into the bathroom. We heard it hit the wall and fall to the floor of the bathroom. “Nice shot.” Karen giggled. Then she continued, “Now scoot over.”

I moved over on the bed and Karen took the pillow on her side and turned it up so that she could use it as a backrest. Then she sat down on the bed, grabbed the champagne from the bucket, uncorked it and filled both our glasses to the brim. She handed me my glass and then opened her purse and pulled out her Newport’s.

“You should stop smoking.” I stated off hand.

“You’re probably right.” She replied as she tapped a cigarette from the pack. “But I dearly love the taste of a good smoke.” She continued as she placed the cig between her lips and fired up her Zippo.

She took a long drag on the smoke, flipped the lighter closed expertly, and exhaled a long slow cloud of smoke from deep in her lungs. She put the pack of cigarettes and lighter back in her handbag, before taking the fag from her lips and swinging her legs up on the bed. “These things will probably kill me one day.” She said gesturing with the cigarette, “But I really do love to smoke.” She finished as she put the smoke to her pink lips once more and took a long drag.

“Whatever floats your boat.” I replied as I sat up on the bed and turned my pillow so that we could sit side by side and chat for a bit.

I put the glass of champagne to my lips and took a good drink, “Damn, sex makes you thirsty.” I said.

“Yep.” She replied, “It sure dries you out doesn’t it?” She giggled and took a long drink from her glass.

We sat there drinking our champagne, talking animatedly, and Karen smoking for the longest time. We both emptied our glasses and began to just drink from the bottle, passing it between us as we talked. Karen finished one smoke and lit another and we continued to chatter on like two old friends. I realized as we talked how fond I was of Karen, and I don’t mean how sexually turned on I was by her. We seemed to have a lot in common when we started talking about things and I felt really comfortable opening up to her, which was odd for me.

Eventually the subject turned to Carol and our relationship. “I that woman, what’s her name…” Karen started indistinctly.

“Carol.” I volunteered.

“Yeah, Carol, that’s her name, thank you.” She continued, “Is she your lady friend or something? I mean it’s none of my business or anything. But do you two have some sort of relationship or something?” she asked before raising the bottle of bubbly to her lips.

“Actually I just met her this week.” I confided. “She lives next door to us, and she just dropped over a couple of days ago to say hi.” Karen handed me the champagne and I lifted it to my lips for a drink before I continued, “She’s married, like you, with a couple of kid. She is pregnant and horny as hell.” I stopped for a moment and watched Karen raise the bottle to her lips and take a long pull before I continued, “I like her well enough I guess, but mostly I like the sex.”

Karen handed me the bottle before she replied ironically, “Yeah, we all like sex, don’t we.” And she slapped me on my bare thigh, which made my dick bounce, and then leaned over to give me a wet drunken kiss on the lips.

Karen leaned her head against my shoulder, and ran her arm through mine, bringing her soft breast tight against my arm. Then said teasingly, “So you like pregnant women, huh?”

“I just like women.” I replied shortly.

“That’s good cause I like men.” Karen responded groggily as she nestled her head more tightly against my shoulder.

“How about you?” I asked vaguely.

“How about what?” She responded evasively.

“How about you and your family. You know, husband, kids, that sort of thing.” I replied.

She took a drink from the bottle before replying in a confidential and resigned tone, “Oh there’s not much there any more. I haven’t had sex much in months, he doesn’t seem to want me around much anymore.” She took another long drink, gulping the sweet liquid down before continuing, “The girls are fine. Six and seven, sweet as sugar and they love their mommy.” She stated wistfully.

“That’s too bad.” I commiserated.

“If you mean about him and I, Yeah it is.” She stated sadly. “We used to be so good together. Now we just share the same bed, sometimes not even that.” She trailed off quietly.

“He’s crazy.” I stated flatly. “If I was him, I’d have you in the sack every time I could manage.” I finished emphatically.

I expected a response, but Karen was silent. “Karen,” I said experimentally, “Karen.” When she didn’t respond I looked down at her head on my shoulder and I realized that she was asleep. “So much for sterling conversation.” I quipped to myself.

I sat there for a few minutes, thinking vaguely about sex and women. I listened to Karen breathing sonorously for a bit. But, soon, I too succumbed to exhaustion and passed into the hands of Morpheus.